<h4>Chapter 785: Chapter 791, survivors</h4>


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    Ravel felt that he was trading his life today for the time to use the magic.


    As a monk servant, he had been hiding in the court of heresy for almost half a month.


    During this half a month, he had been traveling on the frosty ins with the judges. He had only arrived at the underground base yesterday.


    Ravel nced at the signal on his magic interface. It had gradually changed from yellow to red.


    The Inquisitor was already three to four meters away from him. If she took a few more steps forward, Ravel would fall into a world that was disconnected from the magic.


    Fortunately, a group of Monk servants beside Ravel moved because of her hand gesture. The Monk Servants followed the Inquisitor.


    Ravel also blended into the group of monks and servants. He carefully followed behind the group of monks and servants, barely maintaining the signal at yellow.


    The judge walked deeper underground, and the monks and servants followed him.


    Ravel gradually began to smell a strange smell of blood. With every step he took, the smell of blood became stronger.


    Atst, the smell of blood filled the air. Ravel, who was used to the battlefield, could not get used to it.


    However, the leader of the judges was still humming and walking down quickly.


    Ravel followed the monk servant to another empty corridor. When Ravel stepped into the corridor, it was as if someone was holding his heart.


    Arge amount of negative emotions swept over him. An anger and sadness began to grow in Ravel’s heart, along with resentment.


    The judge entered the depths of the corridor. She entered a room and closed the door behind her. The monk and servant could only wait outside.


    His footsteps had stopped when he saw the scenery on both sides of the corridor.


    There were cells on both sides of the corridor. The cells were so big that Ravel could not imagine it. It was like a ustrophobic space.


    The floor of the cells was filled with dark red blood stains and some dried-up corpses.


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    The light was very dim. Ravel picked up the original crystalmp hanging on the wall and barely lit up the interior of the cells. He saw a group of people gathered inside the cells.


    When the light touched the group of people, many people fled to the side in panic. Only a figure sat on the spot.


    It was an old man with a beard that had grown to the ground. His body was simr to the corpses piled up in the cell. However, when Ravel saw the scars on the old man’s face and the outline of his pupils, he was stunned.


    “Lord Siholm? !”


    Ravel lowered his voice and called out his name. He was sure that this old man was the patriarch of the White Frost Deer n!


    As a member of the Frost Wolf n, he came to the White Frost Deer n’s base for the purpose of marriage.


    In other words, this old man was the father of his fiancée, and also his father-inw.


    But Ravel remembered that after the new king took the throne, many of the higher-ups of the eight great ns were reced by the judges... and they were all washed away by the new king, Shier.


    In other words, this person... was the real deal?


    At the thought of this, the anger in Ravel’s heart began to multiply. He clutched his chest and barely managed to control the anger that was about to explode.


    Ravel immediately came to the rotten iron door of the cell and shook it. He easily opened the cell.


    ‘Your Majesty, I have an important matter to report to you.’


    Ravel carefully walked into the cell. When the light illuminated the space, he even slowed down his typing on the terminal of the Mana Net.


    “There are many... ourpatriots imprisoned here.”


    Ravel finally sent the message, even though the signal of the Mana Net had turned faint red.


    ..


    “This ce is totally a scene from a horror game.”


    In his spiritual space, Joshua looked at the scenery in the picture through Ravel’s line of sight.


    The corpses piled up into a mountain, and the humans who looked more like the undead were curled up in a dark corner. The scenery in this ce could be directly used in a horror game.


    With such a terrifying atmosphere, Ravel only needed to take one or two steps forward before something would suddenly appear and scare most of the people.


    Just as Jose was thinking about this, Ravel’s gaze wavered for a moment, then quickly turned to his own arm. A person suddenly grabbed his arm in the darkness.


    At this moment, Jose was indeed frightened, and Hiri, who was beside him, directly used an illusion to construct his magic staff to prepare for self-defense.


    This kind of frightening scene onlysted for a short while. The figure that grabbed Ravel’s hand used a dry voice to say the words ‘save me’before releasing Ravel’s arm.


    The pained expression on his face disappeared after he called for help. He turned around and walked to the other side aimlessly, like a ghost who had lost his memory.


    “These people seem to be in a strange state.”


    Jose nced at the chat logs in the group. Shier was further asking about how manypatriots the warrior of the Frost Wolf family had met, and who were they..


    ‘many, and many of the upper echelons of the eight great families.’


    This reply caused Shiel to type a series of ellipses. Perhaps His Majesty the King was also in shock.


    ‘The Corrosion of the gray fog... their symptoms seem to be very simr to that of the ck dragon.’


    From the performance of the prisoners in the picture, Hiri could tell that they no longer had any will to survive.


    After seeing Ravel, Hiri indirectly came back to his senses and asked him for help, but in the next second, he turned into a walking corpse again.


    “I don’t know, but their physical condition is also very bad...”


    Joshua was not at the scene, so he could not make any further judgments about the situation Ravel saw.


    Ravel had already begun to use words to try tomunicate with a prisoner called ‘Lord Siholm’. However, the prisoner’s eyes were gloomy, and hepletely ignored Ravel.


    “Your Majesty, I’ve found the patriarch of the White Frost Deer n and the Patriarch of the Silver Cedar n. I’m trying to get them to leave this ce with me, but they have no reaction.”


    “No reaction?”


    “It’s like someone has absorbed their soul.”


    “The soul may still be there, but it’s affected by the gray fog. Do you remember the door that the blue-clothed man once mentioned, Your Majesty?”


    Joshua immediately joined in the conversation in the group chat. If the captives in the dungeon were all the same symptoms as the ck dragon, then the ck dragon was still alive.


    ‘try to y this for them... it might have some effect. Pay attention to the movements of the other judges when you y it.’


    Joshua sent the short video of the first episode of cat and mouse directly to Ravel. When the captives saw Ravel, they obviously reacted, which meant that their consciousness was still there.


    However, as time passed, these consciousness were suppressed by something... like autistic people who had suffered severe psychological trauma.


    The entire prison was filled with a gray color. If Josh injected the color, he might be able to wake them up.