Chapter 673: Chapter 320: The Minotaur’s Labyrinth! Horror
Ronan was "kicked" awake by someone.
A voice complained beside his ear, "You’re crushing me."
He opened his eyes, his mind clearing up. A pair of hands were pushing him to stand up, and only then did he see Molli’er, looking like a quail, trapped under him.
"Where is this place?"
Ronan casually dusted off the boot prints on his magic robe, looked around, and found that on both sides were high walls formed of grey mist.
The fierce backlash from his dual-layered Magic Control spell had dissipated quickly, and the Vital Light Ball was almost fully healing his injuries by now.
Ronan didn’t see the two Level 5 Wizards chasing them, which made his heart feel slightly settled.
Molli’er gave Ronan a glare, but her face quickly turned to one of curiosity.
She walked to the high wall made of grey mist, gently stroking it with her hand, and murmured strangely to herself, "I never thought the rumors were true..."
"What rumors?"
"It’s said that there’s a wizard named Minotaur who built the greatest labyrinth in the world and buried precious treasures deep within it..."
Molli’er turned to look at Ronan, her eyes bright, "Many wizards have entered the labyrinth to explore over the ages, but no one has ever come out."
Ronan’s eyes flickered slightly.
"Minotaur’s labyrinth?"
Like Molli’er, Ronan walked up to the high wall of grey mist, reached out to touch it, and felt a cold, soft sensation at his fingertips.
He raised his hand, slightly surprised to see his unmoving palm. After half a breath, a burning fireball was finally "slowly" summoned.
He casually blasted the summoned fireball towards the high wall of grey mist, but it was swallowed silently by the flowing grey mist within the wall, causing not the slightest ripple.
Suddenly, Ronan seemed to sense something, his expression shifting slightly, as he retrieved something from his space ring that he had almost forgotten...
"This is trouble."
A moment later, Ronan returned to Molli’er’s side.
"Spells and physical attacks are useless against the walls... this place forbids floating, and as soon as you leave the ground past a certain height, the walls will infinitely extend upward..."
"Oh."
Molli’er responded absent-mindedly, looking completely unconcerned.
Ronan frowned, "You don’t seem worried at all?"
"Worried about what?"
Molli’er retorted.
"That we’ll be like the other wizards who’ve come here before and never find our way out!"
Ronan stared at her coldly.
"Then we won’t find our way out, we’ll just die here together."
Molli’er replied with a playful smile, hands behind her back, one foot slightly lifted. It was impossible to see any anxiety in her, as if she wasn’t in a dark, eerie, and unknown ancient labyrinth but rather in a sunny, fragrant meadow.
Ronan quietly watched her without speaking, while the surrounding air slowly grew oppressive.
Molli’er sensed the rapidly changing atmosphere around them but seemed not to worry at all, her face constantly wearing a brilliant smile. She even took a few steps closer to Ronan, looking up, curiously anticipating his next move.
As time ticked by, the two maintained their staring stance, the atmosphere growing colder and more oppressive until it was about to reach a peak when suddenly...
Everything calmed down.
Ronan’s face returned to complete calmness.
"Let’s go. Find the exit."
Ronan turned and began walking in one direction.
Molli’er stared at his back, a faint look of disappointment inexplicably appearing on her face, then hurriedly followed with rapid footsteps.
The two were currently in a straight corridor with high walls of flowing grey mist on both sides. Overhead was also grey, like a dense mist that would never disperse.
The surrounding light wasn’t dim nor bright, and the air seemed to possess a mysterious power, making spiritual power unable to extend too far, disappearing without a trace as soon as it touched the grey mist walls...
Ronan slowly walked along the never-ending straight passageway, his eyes flashing constantly as if pondering something all the while.
From behind came the sound of small footsteps, as Molli’er caught up to walk beside him.
"Hey, I need to tell you...
I encountered a woman using ice magic like you on my way here, but she’s far more powerful than you.
Seems she came from the Far North, looking for something..."
"Did you fight her?"
"How did you know?"
"That’s your usual style. And you lost, didn’t you?"
"Just by a hair! After all, she’s Level 5!"
Molli’er kept talking on and on to Ronan, who was continuously scanning the grey mist walls on both sides, occasionally looking up.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Ronan asked, "Why haven’t you gone looking for Selena again? Didn’t you used to love causing her trouble?"
Molli’er gave a dismissive snort, whirling the short stick in her hand like a fan.
"Her?
Since she caused her brother’s death, she’s become completely dull..."
"Caused her brother’s death?"
Ronan’s steps halted, and he looked at Molli’er with a slightly different expression, saying, "Garcia Alba, the missing one?"
"Yes."
Molli’er nodded, twirling the short stick beautifully, casually saying, "Garcia Alba, the most talented heir of the Alba Royal Family, whom many expected to succeed the current Alba King. Compared to him, Selena wasn’t even worth a little toe of his...
But ironically..."
Molli’er sneered slightly and mocked, "The most promising prince of the Alba Royal Family ended his life for a princess that everyone disapproved of."
"Selena must be having a tough time now.."
Ronan said slowly, with a peculiar expression in his eyes.
"Perhaps."
Molli’er replied indifferently, "Anyway, I have no interest in her matters now.
Oh, by the way, there’s one more thing.."
The two walked forward for a while, and Ronan, annoyed by Molli’er’s incessant chatter like a sparrow, couldn’t help but speak: "How did I never notice you could talk this much before?"
The chatter abruptly stopped.
Immediately, Ronan’s calf got a fierce kick.
He frowned and turned to look at Molli’er, who glared back defiantly.
Ronan didn’t bother arguing with her, flicked his robe, continued forward, and soon found himself at the end of this part of the maze, an intersection leading left.
Ronan’s eyes brightened slightly, and he called Molli’er to follow quickly in a low voice.
The two turned a corner, and another straight passage appeared. The only difference was the faint grey mist permeating this stretch.
Ronan casually caught a wisp, rubbing it thoughtfully between his fingers.
They moved forward along the new passage, the mist gradually thickening, and the air temperature seemed to drop, a chilly sensation creeping in.
Ronan felt something tug at his arm, turned to find Molli’er close beside him, gripping tightly the hem of his robe with a taut face.
He didn’t mind but felt Molli’er had changed a lot since they last met.
Or it could be his illusion.
Ronan shook his head, continuing forward.
This passage wasn’t long before the end appeared again, leading right.
Molli’er released Ronan’s sleeve, overtaking him, ready to dash toward the corner.
"Wait!"
Ronan pulled her back, eyes fixed intensely on a spot.
It was near the corner where the mist was particularly thick, even showing strands of black.
On the walls at both sides, some grey mist gathered eerily, wriggling like living creatures.
"Something’s not right."
Ronan spoke lowly, "Don’t go over yet."
Molli’er frowned, about to instinctively retort, when a silhouette emerged from the corner ahead.
It was a middle-aged man in a grey robe adorned with golden patterns, with a cold demeanor and a hint of arrogance between his brows.
As soon as the grey-robed man appeared, he locked eyes with Ronan and Molli’er, and a fierce gleam burst from his eyes.
"Just when I was worried about where to find you!"
The grey-robed man saw them, sneered, and dashed toward them rapidly.
This was one of the Level 5 Wizards who had chased them outside the maze earlier.
Seeing this enemy confront them, Molli’er’s expression changed, instinctively stepping back, trying to pull Ronan with her. But Ronan stood motionless, eyes fixed on the bizarre passage between them.
The grey-robed Wizard saw the two, grinned even more maliciously. His speed was astonishing, almost reaching them in an instant through the passage shrouded in eerie mist.
Then, it was like a disturbed quiet fish swarm, the mist inside the passage agitated, tendrils winding around the Wizard tightly like ropes.
The Wizard’s face changed dramatically, his powerful Level 5 Wizard spiritual power exploded outward, struggling desperately.
At this moment, long bony arms emerged from the misty walls of the passage, grabbing the Wizard swiftly.
"Clack...clack..."
Along with an eerie chatter, four bald and bizarre heads, with only a few strands of hair hanging from their foreheads, emerged silently from the thick mist.
"How long has it been since someone new came in?"
"Blood and flesh! Delicious blood and flesh..."
"Don’t rob me! Don’t rob me, ah..."
"Clack...clack..."
The frightening heads shouted in piercing, strange voices, laughing and crying. Then, they opened dark mouths, biting savagely onto the grey-robed Wizard.
The Wizard was shocked, his body glowing brilliantly, but before it could gather strength, it was torn to shreds by those sharp, slender fingers.
Then, amidst the terrified screams of the Wizard, his entire body was torn limb from limb by the multitude of big hands, blood and flesh splattering, greedily devoured and divided by the four heads.
A frantic soul body rushed out from the bloody remains, but before it could flee, it was grabbed tightly by a big hand, stuffed randomly into one of the gaping mouths.
"Crunch...crunch—"
The quiet passage echoed only with the greedy chewing sounds.
Molli’er seemed utterly scared silly by the horrifying scene, standing still.
A strong chill surged in Ronan’s heart suddenly.
A Level 5 Wizard couldn’t even resist or escape, just torn apart alive before his eyes!
A few seconds later.
Ronan took a deep breath, grabbed Molli’er’s hand, and hastily urged.
"Run!"