When the two of them entered the sparse area, the light of the lantern finally shone through, allowing them to see hunched or crouching figures.

There are humans, baboons, goats, and tigers in these figures. They are either holding stones or using minions, and they are constantly polishing the piled trees and rocks, as if they are building a palace.

Without the cover of dense branches and leaves, a little crimson moonlight that penetrated the deposited mist fell down and shrouded the surfaces of these figures, staining them with a faint blood color.

There are humans? Klein's eyes were fixed, and the five fingers of his left hand stretched out immediately, while Argel slowed down, allowing his vocal cords to vibrate at any time.

Suddenly, those figures seemed to have sensed something, and at the same time stopped the movements in their "hands", turned around in unison, and looked at the two outsiders.

Their faces were pale, or their fur withered, or their bodies festered, none of them seemed to be alive.

Dead bodies... Are there extraordinary creatures driving dead bodies to build palaces for themselves? Klein looked beyond them and looked farther away. He saw a dark cave slanted deep into the ground. Weeds fell around it, and several white feathers stained with light butter stains were scattered.

Feathers... dead bodies... Klein suddenly thought of the by-product of the Spiritual Cult's Artificial Death Project, and of the aura infection that made him grow feathers.

The "Lord" in this area will not be weak... He calmly made a judgment.

At this moment, Alger, who had observed carefully for a while, hesitated for two seconds, and suggested: "I haven't seen a similar situation before, and I don't know the level of this extraordinary creature. Why don't we bypass it and choose a more sure target?"

He intuitively thought that there was something extremely dangerous hidden in that dark cave.

Just waiting for you to say so! Klein, who maintained the design of Gehrman Sparrow, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a sigh: "Is this impolite?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground suddenly trembled, as if some creature turned over underneath!

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Feeling the tremor of the ground, Alger's heart tightened, he glanced at Gehrman Sparrow, and replaced words with actions.

The wind whistling around him helped him to run sideways more easily and faster.

The reason why Alger did this directly was because he was worried that Gehrman Sparrow would suddenly go crazy and decide to hunt the terrifying creatures hidden in the dark cave. In that case, even if he could win in the end, it would definitely be extremely detrimental to the subsequent exploration .

And as an experienced "sailor", he knows that decisive actions are inductive and contagious, allowing companions who have not yet made a decision to follow or imitate subconsciously.

Seeing this, Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief, gave up discussing the issue of manners, took a step forward, and ran towards the side of the "Hanged Man".

Then, he felt the gust of wind blowing from behind and under his feet, pushing him and supporting him to chase forward, which significantly reduced the gravity he needed to overcome, and gained extra power, more than doubling his speed in an instant!

With the whistling sound, Klein and Alger ran out of the area with sparse trees and circled to the deep and dark side.

At this moment, the heartbeat of the two of them suddenly slowed down. It didn't seem like they were doing strenuous exercise at all. Instead, they were in a state of basking in the sun in the afternoon and about to fall asleep.

Immediately, Klein felt his body go cold, and an indescribable gloom emerged inexplicably, immersing in strands and strands.

At the same time, he saw that the light of Alger's lantern was obscured inch by inch by the huge black shadow rising from behind, and the corresponding scene naturally appeared in his mind:

A giant snake that could not be hugged by a single person emerged from the dark cave. This giant snake had huge greenish-black scales and exaggerated eyes that were burning like flames.

Between the gaps in its scales, white feathers covered with light butter stains grew out, and there was even a pair of thick wings that could be spread out on the back.

The giant snake raised its body half-climbing and half-flying, wrapped itself around a tall and sturdy tree, spit out a pitch-black snake core, and stared at the two figures who broke into the nearby area from afar.

Around it, the trees were withering rapidly, the weeds were all withered, countless corpses emerged from the soil, and invisible shadows surrounded it.

Feathered Serpent!

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