"Tap—tap—tap—tap—"
In the dim underground corridor, the clear sound of footsteps echoed through the passage like wave after wave.
Luo Zhen and Mashu followed Nitocris through the corridor, feeling only oppression and heaviness.
There was nothing here, only a tomb-like tunnel and torches embedded in the walls.
There was no sign of life here, only a silence that seemed to reject all intruders.
"There were originally numerous defensive devices here. They were mechanisms the Atlas Academy used to protect this place and prevent anyone from escaping, but I've already eliminated them. There are still some measures that even I haven't had time to deactivate or discover, though, so remember to stay close to me. Whatever you do, don't run off."
Nitocris offered these instructions as she walked ahead.
The pharaoh was unexpectedly kind-hearted. Even toward the two unfamiliar outsiders, Luo Zhen and Mashu, she still went out of her way to worry over them.
Unfortunately, Luo Zhen's attention had long since left Nitocris and was sweeping across all directions.
As a magus with profound attainments in magecraft, Luo Zhen knew better than Nitocris what they needed to watch out for. He had even used the power of Spiritual Vision and Mind's Eye to discover quite a few defensive mechanisms that Nitocris had missed, secretly marveling at them.
The defensive mechanisms and security systems here were extremely sophisticated. Aside from a master of magecraft like Luo Zhen, even Nitocris, the Magecraft Queen, could not perceive their full extent in a short time. This showed that the Atlas Academy truly lived up to its reputation.
Even Luo Zhen did not dare send Familiars running about indiscriminately, nor did he dare use Heavenly Eye, worried that the fluctuations from his Familiars or magecraft might touch some kind of spell formation, eventually triggering a