Chapter 298 The Second Victim

Seeing those strange eyes in the passage getting brighter and brighter, tens of thousands of sharp beams of light were about to sweep across every corner of the passage and cut all invaders into pieces.

Even if Carl had no countermeasures, he could only desperately put pressure on the stone door, hoping to break it before the light column exploded.

However, Lynch immediately stopped his futile attempt. It was definitely too late to break the door. If he wanted to survive, he had to find another way.

Everything has its own mutual generation and mutual restraint. This principle is not only applicable to hometown, but also to this world. Although these defense traps are deadly, they are not without weaknesses.

Its weakness is that it is in the ancient tomb. It is impossible to destroy all the facilities in the tomb every time it is activated, especially here are the central structures that control the tomb defense system. Once destroyed, the entire tomb will become defenseless, and the designer will not tolerate this happening.

By the way, the sarcophagus, these sarcophagi are very likely to be able to resist the erosion of light.

Lynch didn't even have time to speak. He pushed Carl and rushed to the open sarcophagus first.

In order to allow the connecting rod gear to rotate, the space in the sarcophagus, especially under the lid, was large. The two men barely squeezed themselves into the coffin and closed the lid.

Before the lid closed, the vision was full of light, and countless beams of light fell from the sky, instantly sweeping the entire passage.

With the sound of cold water being poured into the boiling oil, the temperature around them suddenly rose, and even the surrounding stones were hot. The two men hid in the dark coffin and dared not move. They just listened to the constant hissing outside, and the coffin became more and more stuffy.

I won’t be roasted to death, right? The stove roasted Lynch, and the evil god next door was crying with envy.

Just as he was thinking about it for his own amusement, there was a sudden sound beside him, and Carl Jones had opened the lid.

Lynch realized that he hadn’t heard the hissing sound for several seconds, and immediately raised the lantern.

The densely packed Eyes of Graki had sunk into the wall, and the passage returned to darkness, leaving only an abnormally hot environment, and the air was filled with the stench of burnt air.

"Let's go."

Not knowing if there would be another second blow, Carl directly carried the coffin lid that was more than one person tall and rushed towards the entrance from which he came.

King of the Yark Dynasty, the coffin lid of your ancestors can no longer hold down.

Holding the lantern, he followed Carl Jones closely and rushed back to the door. The heavy stone door was still sealed tightly. Even with the powerful force of the fourth level of power, it would be impossible to penetrate these ancient stone doors in a short time.

But now there is time. Carl punched the stone door and maintained this posture without moving.

Ka La Ka La.

Tiny cracking sounds came from the stone door, and then cracks appeared on the surface of the stone door.

Carl made a relieved gesture, but under the yellow light of the lantern, Lynch could still see that his face was ashen and his expression was gloomy.

Lynch could understand that no matter what his identity or purpose was, at this moment, he was a victim of conspiracy.

According to him, someone activated the defense system in the previous tomb just now. Only one of the four people who stayed on the opposite side could do this. But unless the four people have joined forces, it is impossible to do this openly without concealing it. In fact, even Lynch has some doubts. Will the other four people join forces for unknown reasons and want to get rid of Lynch and Carl Jones who deal with the trap first.

Ka La Ka La.

There are more and more cracks on the stone door, and you can even see that there are tiny sprouts growing out of the cracks. As the sprouts grow more and more, there is a loud noise in the stone door, and then it cracks on the spot, and large pieces of stone are wrapped in flexible vines and splash out.

Carl exerted force and threw the coffin board behind him like a shield. Then Lynch and him rushed out with the coffin board that opened the way.

The imagined sneak attack did not come. It was safe behind the door, and there was no one guarding the door. The two quickly looked around and realized that it was quite messy here. It seemed that a battle had just broken out.

At this time, the three were surrounding the coffin where Dr. Jenna was lying. Seeing Lynch and the other two coming in, it was still the bearded Jack who waved at them.

"What did you do?" Carl Jones walked over with a gloomy face, "You actually activated the defense measures inside, and before we could crack it..."

"Mr. Carl." Rooney suddenly raised his head, "Come over first, Dr. Jenna... It's not good."

"Huh?"

Carl, who was about to ask for the blame, was interrupted, and Lynch's heart tightened. Rooney's expression was solemn. Could it be that they still couldn't save her?

The two victims looked at each other, and then hurried over. As soon as they approached, Lynch found that something was wrong.

Dr. Jenna was still lying weakly on the coffin, and the big hole in her chest was surrounded by black air, but at this time, with the big hole as the center, countless black lines spread out and spread all over her body, making her look like a broken and pieced together porcelain doll, which made people feel cold at the sight of it.

"The treatment went smoothly and she was awake."

Jack Adams took a sip of the wine bottle and shook his head:

"But just now, something unexpected happened. The power of death suddenly erupted from her body, just like a seed that had been dormant for a long time and suddenly began to grow. None of us expected it. By the time we found it, we had no time to suppress it, and the power of death had already erupted completely."

"So... it triggered the defense trap?"

"I don't know the situation on your side, but it should be." Rooney sighed softly, "The impact is very strong, you can see it from the surrounding situation. The three of us joined forces to barely suppress the erupting death force, but the doctor's body..."

Carl stood beside the sarcophagus, silently bowed his head, and his face, which was always full of smiles, finally took on a sad expression at this time. He stretched out his hand and gently held the doctor's strange palm full of cracks. I don't know what he thought with his head down. He suddenly put the doctor's hand on his face and whispered: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The palm moved slightly, and the doctor slowly opened his eyes, saw the people around him, and then looked at Carl Jones in front of him. The doctor touched his face and said weakly: "Don't be sad, little Carl, people who set foot in the mysterious field will always have this day. This is our destiny. We can't blame anyone. We can only blame ourselves."

Carl sighed deeply and pressed the doctor's hand that was touching his cheek. Dr. Jenna smiled comfortingly and waved to Lynch again.

Lynch had been thinking about whether there was a way to save her, and even considered exposing his identity and using the temptation of blood. But the doctor's injuries were too strange. Lynch tried his best, but he was helpless and could only watch the doctor become weaker and weaker.

Seeing the doctor calling him, although it was the first time he experienced such a scene, Lynch still took a few steps forward. The doctor struggled to pull him to his side, stuffed the backpack strap into his hand, and whispered in Lynch's ear: "I can't hold on any longer. You two should be careful. The three of them are unreliable. I have no regrets. The only thing I feel sorry for is that I couldn't help my little Louise. If there is a chance, help me give my bag to Louise and tell her that her mother has left first. If she has the opportunity to choose in the future, she must never contact the mysterious world again."

Lynch took a deep breath and nodded vigorously. The doctor showed a relieved smile on his face and finally closed his eyes slowly.

The cracks all over his body suddenly became more and more dense, and dirty and oppressive black air overflowed from all the cracks. The people around him subconsciously stepped back a few steps, and watched the doctor disintegrate into pieces like a porcelain doll, and then was completely swallowed by the black air overflowing from his body.

The ceremony continued, and the second sacrifice finally appeared. The remaining number of people was five.