Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 102 The Unquenchable Flame
They marched at a steady pace.

In the empty corridor, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed.

Everyone remained silent and vigilant, passing by the dark corridor entrance from time to time.

Prevent monsters from suddenly appearing.

Fortunately, the journey was fraught with danger but ultimately safe.

They continued forward, turning left and right under the guidance of the squad of soldiers, until they finally arrived at a room with a familiar layout.

Watson leaned on his knees, looked up at the lava pool made of bricks and stones in the center of the room, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

So far, the group has seen three different rooms, each of which seems to have had its own purpose in the original design.

However, the situation was too urgent, and he didn't have time to find the answer to this question.

In addition to the corridor through which everyone entered, this room also had two other openings of the same size.

The difference is obvious just by looking at them.

Like countless other corridors that people pass through, it was deep and dark, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

On the other side, light could be clearly seen shining in.

Just as everyone expected, the soldier who had led the way walked to the opening that let in light and pointed outside.

"Captain, it's right here. I only led the team a dozen meters away before turning back."

"But it can be confirmed that the outside is indeed an open environment."

Hearing him say that, the bearded man didn't hesitate any longer.

There are currently no better alternatives.

He then led the remaining dozen or so team members behind him toward the corridor that was different from the one before.

Professor Watson and Payton, among others, followed them inside.

Almost the instant after crossing the boundary, the previously confined view suddenly expanded.

Before me lay the familiar rock dome and the lava waterfall that resembled a colossal pillar reaching to the sky.

This long-awaited expansive view made everyone slow down as they walked along this corridor that resembled the top of a city wall.

On both sides are low walls that reach about waist height, and if you get close, you can see the crimson lava lake below.

As everyone walked along this main outdoor path, they looked back.

Then you can see the direction you came from, one after another, thick black rock pillars are driven into the lava lake, each pillar is connected by a stone bridge.

It was only then that Watson realized that he and his companions were traveling back and forth between one pillar-shaped black rock fortress after another.

Those huge stone pillars mark the location of the rooms, and the long corridor in the middle is connected by stone bridges.

Some of the longer stone bridges are supported by relatively slender piers, giving them an overall heavy and sturdy appearance.

No wonder it has remained so intact after being abandoned.

Looking up again, the dark fortress resembled a giant, black serpent winding through this hellish landscape of lava.

If this fortress were still intact, it would probably have been an even more magnificent and unparalleled defensive line.

However, looking at the straight path he was walking down, and then at the winding corridor he had come from, he realized that...

Watson felt that it bore a striking resemblance to an ancient building he had visited abroad years ago.

what do you say that is?

Oh, right, the Great Wall!

However, the Great Wall is much larger than the place I saw.

If the black building you see in your line of sight is all there is to it.

However, it cannot be denied that there are still many similarities between the two.

I wonder what connection this place has with the emperor of the Xin Kingdom who built the Great Wall.

His mind was racing with thoughts, which made him somewhat distracted and absent-minded.

Walking at the back of the group, he was completely unaware that there was a building above the room the others had left.

Its shape resembles the structure of a beacon tower in a fortress, and it is also marked with flickering flames.

But somehow, the flames quietly rose up, moving back and forth, and some even floated up.

They slowly turned towards the direction of the reconnaissance team that had already gone far away.

At this moment, the bearded man leading the team frowned as he walked, raising his gun and looking around.

For some reason, he had a bad feeling about it.

It was as if they were being watched by something terrifying, and the feeling grew stronger as they moved forward.

Noticing his unusual behavior, the other soldiers also instinctively became vigilant.

However, these soldiers clearly forgot about a weak point in the formation.

They walked forward a few more moments.

next moment.

A whooshing sound of flames filled the air, followed by a piercing scream from the rear of the column.

The screams conveyed an extreme sense of pain and despair.

When all the soldiers were alerted by the sound and turned around, they saw the research team at the very back of the column.

The bespectacled researcher, who had always had a low profile, suddenly found himself engulfed in flames.

The intense heat ignited his fire-resistant protective suit.

The mixture melted into a liquid and dripped onto the ground with flames.

As he staggered back and forth in agony, he left a trail of tracks on the ground.

This sudden change stunned everyone, including Professor Watson and Payton, who were only a few meters away.

The two instinctively reached out, then retreated under the pressure of the flames. For a moment, no one present knew what to do; extinguishing the fire in this environment was simply too difficult.

The bearded captain was the first to react, taking the water bottle from his waist, untying it, and splashing it on the bespectacled researcher who had already been burned alive.

However, as the splash of water was poured on, the flames only shrank slightly.

It seemed that the fire did not weaken at all; on the contrary, it burned even more intensely.

It seemed the hot air had burned his throat.

The piercing screams and cries for help had turned into indistinguishable, beast-like roars.

The protective suit, which was originally corrosion-resistant, fire-resistant, and completely sealed, has now become a torturous cage.

The red-hot metal fittings were deeply embedded in his flesh, and the melted synthetic gel covered every inch of his skin like asphalt.

Moreover, this flame seemed to be extraordinary; the bearded man, who was standing close enough, did not feel any heat at all.

But in the scene before us, the researcher was burned black and charred all over, as if the flames attached to his body had a temperature far exceeding that of ordinary flames.

The soldiers and the bearded man were still trying various rescue attempts.

This includes using low-temperature oxygen from portable oxygen cylinders or fireproof blankets for oxygen-free fire extinguishing.

But the result was either no change, or the firefighting tools caught fire along with the fire.

After a few breaths, the metal began to melt and drip onto the ground.

From the moment the other party suddenly burst into flames until now, only a dozen or so breaths have passed.

And now, the spectacled researcher, tormented by this agony, has finally reached the end of his life.

At this moment, he no longer made any sound, only the crackling sound of his burning body.

He staggered toward Watson, who was staring at him with horrified eyes, and Watson took two steps back as he approached.

At this moment, the bespectacled researcher's vision seemed to have been extinguished by the flames, and he staggered as he walked.

He raised one hand and stretched it forward, as if trying to grab something.

However, the flames on his body burned more and more fiercely, gradually penetrating his skin and flesh, until they reached his bones.

After taking a few more steps, his knees snapped with a cracking sound, and he collapsed to the ground amidst a shower of sparks.

It remained in a position as if reaching out to grab something, but completely stopped moving.

By this time, the flames on his body had subsided considerably, as if everything that could burn had been burned away.

After recovering from his shock and daze, Watson stepped forward again.

The flames on the other person's body had dwindled to just a few embers, revealing their body beneath the flames.

Upon closer inspection, the object resembled a broken statue, its entire body charred and carbonized.

In some locations, you can still see bones that have been scorched black by flames.

His face was a complete mess, and his expression and features were indistinguishable.

But that outstretched hand, frozen in place, seemed to express his reluctance to part with life and his yearning for salvation.

Professor Watson was somewhat frightened by this posture, and his hand, which was suspended in the air, trembled slightly.

Just as he reached out to grasp the other person's outstretched arm, he was suddenly pulled back by Dr. Payton beside him.

"Be careful, don't touch it, this flame is very strange."

Professor Watson, whose arm was suddenly grabbed, was also startled and then realized what was happening.

He withdrew his hand in fear. The sight of the other person engulfed in flames and screaming in agony was truly terrifying.

Just imagining myself being engulfed and burned by such flames sent a shiver down my spine.

But before he could turn around and express his gratitude, the bearded man next to him suddenly raised his gun and pulled the trigger sharply in the direction he had come from.

"Quick! Monster! Retreat!"

His sudden shout, uttering the word "monster," interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Several soldiers nearby also spotted the monster by observing the trajectory of the bullets.

They raised their guns together and began firing continuously.

The entire team fought and retreated, withdrawing further away from the aerial corridor.

However, misfortunes never come singly.

As the group fought and retreated, they suppressed the eerie fireball floating in mid-air in the distance with bullets and steadily retreated.

A soldier near the wall suddenly let out a scream.

The bearded man turned around at the sound and saw with a look of utter fury in his eyes that he was in the shadows of the bridge pier.

A gray-white skeleton, shorter than the black skeleton they had encountered before, carrying a bow and arrow, pounced on one of the outermost team members.

And as he screamed in agony, he kept scratching and biting the soldier beneath him.

Seeing the blood gushing out, it seemed hopeless.

However, this is not what the bearded man is afraid of.

Instead, right after the skeleton, one after another, bare, skeletal hands clung to the low walls on either side.

Then one after another, skulls emerged, nimbly peeking out from behind the low wall and lunging at the soldiers who were firing.

These skeletal monsters seemed to possess immense strength, and the soldiers who were attacked and knocked down had no chance of breaking free.

It could only be gradually torn apart by the ever-growing number of skeletal monsters.

Seeing his men rapidly dwindling, the bearded man lost all interest in firing to suppress the distant enemy.

He immediately put away his gun, turned around, and ran faster into the distance.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat now!"

(End of this chapter)