Hemer's travel clothes, the only special item, were now like a quilt, being pushed by Cyril and Alina on his head. Of course, due to his height, even though Cyril had already bowed a little, Alina still had to raise her travel clothes with both hands so that it would not block her view.

Since they walked out of that area, no one spoke anymore and walked silently in this colosseum surrounded by white bones.

Under the feet is an old gray-white ground, flat and smooth, with a strange feeling of crystal clearness and turbidity. Those ancient creeping words that are obscure to humans seem to grow in it, much clearer than the carvings of stone slabs outside the corridor, and at the end of each stroke, it blooms like a root extension.

Cyril had to be very careful, and white bones were scattered densely around. If he accidentally kicked it, there would be a fatal rustling sound.

He keenly observed the distribution of the white bone monsters. These "cute little animals" that were perhaps dozens of times larger due to the dragon's corpse seemed to be evenly distributed in front of them, but after careful analysis, he would find that the more inward it was, the fewer the white bone monsters were.

Correspondingly, the number of barriers that make up ancient crawling language is also decreasing.

This is not reasonable.

If they play the role of guards and watchmen, the closer they are to the center, the more dense they should be.

The current distribution pattern reminds people of the fact that they were creatures who accidentally entered it, trying to escape from here and all died on the periphery.

But that old creeping phrase is contrary to this speculation:

"Many creatures come here one after another and take the initiative to sacrifice their lives..."

Isn't it because of the mistaken learning of the ancient creeping language at Acheson?

He thought, his eyes suddenly fell on the girl ahead. Her steps were very small, so she was moving slowly. After the travel clothes were pressed against her head, only the leather armor and the linen clothes were left on her body, and the thin and narrow shoulders were trembling violently at a scale that was not in line with her steady steps.

She was scared.

Cyril suddenly stopped, the first barrier was right in front of him, and in front was the corpse of a giant wolf - perhaps it should be called a big dog, but no matter what, the verdant white bones were extremely ferocious.

Its thick bone spurs extend out from its thick bones, sharply like the tip of a long spear. Its figure is taller than the outside, just like the difference between mixed and pure blood.

What's even more strange is that its tail is like a tail hammer like a turtle-shaped beast, rather than a normal dog tail bone, as if it was spliced ​​up.

But Cyril had no time to think about what dog food the dog grew up with. He estimated the distance and took two steps forward, then pulled the travel clothes down hard. Alina immediately let go of her hand, and the big cloak spread down, and as the two of them lowered their bodies together, they wrapped them all in it.

Invisible activation.

The black black that blocked his sight suddenly disappeared, as if it had become transparent, allowing them to touch forward smoothly. The sound of their footsteps still existed, but they only echoed within the range of the travel suit, as if they were isolated from here—

Cyril couldn't help but exclaim, no wonder Hemo's travel clothes were clothes blessed by gods. Even the most elite wanderers could not be completely silent when sneaking, and even sneaking completely in the shadow world.

But this dress seemed to be a world of its own, trapping the sound in it, achieving absolute silence.

In this case, they could voluntarily increase their speed. Eight seconds were very urgent, and Cyril immediately strides forward, but this sudden change of rhythm actually made Alina unable to keep up with his speed.

He simply grabbed the girl with his hand and clamped it to his waist. The moment he touched it, violent trembling came along his skin.

But Cyril did not hesitate at all, and ran forward quickly like the limited-time traps that had passed through the ruins in the past, approaching the white boned beast in front of him.

Seven seconds...six seconds...

The giant wolf's body appeared in front of him in a blink of an eye. He watched the thick ribs hang down from his spine in rows, hanging down and about to drag to the ground. There were countless bone spurs split on it, which made people dizzy when they saw it. He quickly took a step and wanted to run past the giant wolf's head.

But the white-bone giant seemed to have noticed something, and its huge mouth widened, and its sharp fangs suddenly swayed, and a strong wind swept through the air as its head suddenly turned into tears, as if it was about to tear off the travel clothes.

At that moment, Cyril's pupils suddenly contracted. He stared at the fangs and suddenly leaned down. The hilt of the long sword hit the ground, offsetting the momentum and avoiding the fangs. Then there was a charge. At the end of the eight-second period, he stumbled into the "character" barrier like a safe house.

He let go of the girl's arm, sat down to the ground, took off the precious travel clothes at once, and gasped quickly.

At that moment, he even thought that the fangs were about to cut off his head—

The travel suit is just invisible, but it does not have the ability to become empty and invincible. If you want to pass through the magic turbulence with the travel suit and be hit by a missile, you will still be injured and die.

Cyril quickly adjusted his breath, so that the heart that was about to jump out of his chest returned to its normal beating frequency, and then asked softly:

"How long does it take to travel clothing to be invisible again."

But he immediately heard a violent gasp like a bellows. The girl was sitting in front of him, her face was bloodless, her small body was rising and falling, and her legs were trembling violently, as if she had lost the power to stand up.

He remembered that when he just grabbed the girl in his arms, he didn't take into account her posture. She seemed to have her face up, and just saw the scene where the fangs passed by her eyes-

"Feel sorry."

After all, in front of him was just a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, and she might even be younger. Upon entering this place with the belief of the family, his courage was beyond the reach of his peers. Facing the death that was wiped by his face, he was just breathing and fear, and was worthy of others' respect.

The girl opened her mouth wide, gasping rapidly and violently, and did not even dare to make a guttural sound. Her purple pupils kept trembling, and it took a while to gradually calm down. She tried to stand up with her hands, but this simple movement alone took her one and a half minutes and countless efforts, and she could barely stand firm.

From beginning to end, there was no scream or a harsh reproach. She trembledly picked up her travel clothes, pressed them on her head, and then said weakly and firmly:
Chapter completed!