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There is absolutely no mistake. Zhou Ning has seen the portrait of the God of Death ten thousand times in the Apocalypse game. He has played the role of villain and background emperor in many mythological stories, but his fighting ability is absolutely unquestionable.

Although he had been mentally prepared, when he saw the god of death suddenly appear in front of him, Zhou Ning's thoughts seemed to be frozen and his scalp felt a little numb.

Could it be that this place is the temple of the god of death?

According to legend, the god of death is cunning and capricious. Although he has been crucified by the goddess of the sun and the goddess of nature in mythology, many people have always doubted whether he has really fallen.

The corner of Zhou Ning's mouth twitched slightly. After all, speculation was just speculation, and the truth may have been buried in history.

He looked up and saw a deep corridor in front of him, and he didn't know where it led to.

Not long after, the expedition team explored the entire hall and did not gain anything significant. However, the alchemy detector showed that there was a strong spiritual light in the side door, which should be the presence of extraordinary items.

Unfortunately, when several professors tried to open the side door, they, like Leandro, accidentally caused a large-scale collapse. In the end, Albert could only regretfully announce that the interior had been filled with mud and rocks and had completely collapsed, and could only be opened after a formal excavation.

There was only one path left to explore, the corridor at the end of the hall. Edwin turned his gaze away from the mural and said, "Let's go. Let's keep moving forward."

He and Albert walked in front, moving forward step by step along the corridor in the extremely quiet ruins.

The corridor wasn't very long, and both sides were carved with reliefs depicting various war scenes. Some depicted the Grim Reaper accepting the devout prayers of his black-robed followers, while others depicted humans and the undead battling each other. The lone figure of the Grim Reaper stood atop a skeletal dragon, overlooking the battlefield. Due to the perspective, the figure's gaze was directed downward, as if gazing at everyone viewing the relief.

Seeing this, Zhou Ning's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Perhaps it was an illusion, but Zhou Ning seemed to see this figure blinking at him and showing a rather exaggerated smile.

? !

Zhou Ning was startled and cold sweat quickly broke out on his back.

At the end of the corridor was a heavy wooden door. Edwin reached out and pushed it open without thinking. With a creaking sound, the light in front suddenly dimmed.

Since there were no windows, the space ahead was completely dark, practically pitch dark. The only illumination was provided by the lanterns in Edwin and Albert's hands. However, the roaming gunners possessed excellent eyesight and could basically see the scene inside clearly.

Like the hall, the walls on both sides were covered with broken but gorgeously colored murals. Most of them were blurry, but a few were relatively intact, depicting scenes of war or plague.

On either side of the corridor stood four statues of various shapes and forms: elves, humans, walruses, and even a half-mammoth. They were incredibly lifelike, looking exactly like real people. Perhaps it was the uncanny valley effect, but as Zhou Ning followed the others through the stone statues, he worried they might suddenly come alive.

With a similar mood to Zhou Ning, no one spoke as they passed through the corridor. It was not until they were away from the statues and came to another area that someone spoke.

"This should be a temple dedicated to Ikkil, the god of death." Albert concluded after observing the area for a while with the lantern in hand. "Legend has it that Ikkil symbolizes lies, cold, and death, which corresponds to the scene outside."

In front of them was a forest of steles, with countless different steles densely erected on the ground. On each stele were written some strange and twisted stories in mottled handwriting. Judging from the recognizable fragments, these were short stories written by the god of death, Ikkil, to show off to his victims.

The first stele reads: "Death's first trophy... a Northland woman skilled in archery. However, as swimmers drown, Death thought it would be aesthetically pleasing to her to kill her with a bow and arrow."

"This inscription should be about Boudica, the goddess of arrows," Albert said excitedly. "I didn't expect her death to be influenced by the god of death."

Other inscriptions describe the walrus totem, the half-man mammoth Katuwa, who died while competing with adamantium for the hardness of his horns; and the elven mage Cailin, who died in an accidental murder.

The stone tablet in the middle is particularly large and conspicuous. It reads:

"Death's masterpiece: Archibald... a simple fool, a man who upheld justice but ultimately betrayed it. His ultimate demise was suicide, an interesting one, but a mediocre ending. Death then tortured his soul and made him his loyal servant."

"Archibald... this..."

When reading this secret, the professors and students present were all shocked. The final whereabouts of this strongest knight in history was even more mysterious than that of the female art troupe. No one knew what his ending was, and now reading it... it seemed that he was transformed into an undead by the god of death?

Apart from anything else, this achievement alone is enough to shock the entire historical community.

Edwin was also reading this inscription. His face looked a little ugly and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. It was obvious that he was thinking of something similar to Zhou Ning.

Zhou Ning also noticed some supplies and brown bloodstains left by previous expeditions nearby. Clearly, a battle had taken place here, though no bodies remained. It was likely that the supernatural forces left behind had transformed them into undead.

After copying the inscription and collecting supplies for about half an hour, everyone chose to continue exploring. There were also two side doors on the left and right and a corridor leading forward.

Both the left and right side doors were locked. Although there was still a gap in the middle, it might be possible to pry it open with a knife. However, in order to avoid repeating the previous mistake, after discussion, it was decided to explore the corridor at the back first.

At the entrance of the corridor, there is a strange inscription similar to the words of the dead. According to the folklorists who came here, it should be something like "Stop, living people."

The corridor ahead was extremely deep and had no lights. After everyone went a little deeper, they suddenly heard a dull sound of footsteps coming from the depths of the corridor, from far away to near.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The members of the expedition team looked at each other in bewilderment, and even the bravest ones couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Then, Zhou Ning saw a man wearing a black hood walking out of the corridor in front of him. There were blue flames in his eyes. His black robe was simple and rustic. There was a very familiar large flame emblem on his chest.

This is... Archibald?! Zhou Ning couldn't help but be shocked.