Without a helmet, Silvis glanced at Ed with some surprise.
The "bishop" of the Tree Worship Church was indeed quite capable; although these Elite Warrior were lazy and casual in style, they would carry out his orders meticulously.
Since this isn't their true nature, it can only mean that this young man has an astonishingly high level of control over them.
It seems I underestimated him before, only thinking he was a young man skilled in combat, but I didn't expect him to have such unique methods in managing subordinates.
Ed, of course, was unaware that Silvis was evaluating him from a nobleman's perspective, and simply walked straight ahead.
The group passed through the ruins and arrived at the center of the sandbar castle.
The massive golden spire was covered with a thick layer of dust; the architectural symbol that once represented power and glory was now carelessly discarded in front of everyone like trash.
Silvis stepped forward, examined the object for a moment, and then casually tossed it aside.
"This is what I left here when I left. This place is the only way to the sealed area. If other Blood Corpse have been here, they should have left traces of moving it."
As expected of a veteran, he's very meticulous.
Ed raised his opinion of Silvis, then turned to look behind the building's spire.
Even though it has been sealed off for decades, its former glory can still be seen through the decaying decorations and the still standing buildings.
Although it lacks the ability to fly and doesn't have the function of Shattered and reconnected by a gravitational field, Ed still felt that this castle was far superior to the baron's castle he had found.
I really want to take it home.
If this thing can be repaired, and then a massive amount of Psionic Energy is used to attach an anti-gravity spell, then creating a flying castle is not impossible.
However, the cost and the benefits are currently disproportionate, so it can only remain a beautiful fantasy in one's heart for now.
Ed and followed in Silvis and Willow's footsteps, and the group soon arrived at the center of the castle hall.
Needless to say, Ed already knew where the seal was located.
In the very center of the castle's main hall was a huge crater, with obvious tearing marks around it, as if it had been punched out.
This must be the sealed land that Silvis mentioned.
Ed stood at the edge of the pit and looked down, but instead of the sealed space he had expected, all he saw was a pile of ruins.
The seals on the two Short-Eared Elf are quite unique; they glow as long as they haven't expired, so the area below should not be a sealed area.
"Should we... jump?"
Ed pointed to the pit and asked Silvis, while several players, eager to try, jumped down from the side after checking if the depth was suitable.
Since it wasn't a real sealing chamber down there anyway, they were quite accepting of it.
Several dull thuds and the sound of bones cracking rang out. The four players signaled to their companions above that they were safe.
Silvis, who had been staring blankly at the screen, slowly spoke at this moment:
"No need, there are stairs here."
With that, he turned and left, followed by Edvielo and the other players, leaving behind only four players screaming in despair from inside the pit.
Turning to the side of the castle's main hall, Silvis led the group into the spiral staircase.
After descending one level, the four players who had found the cave entrance emerged and rejoined the team.
After going down another level, a stone door finally appeared before them.
"Is this the place?"
Ed pointed to the stone gate, which was askew from the city's subsidence and the fighting, and the old knight nodded:
"Yes, Grand Duke Antos is right behind the door."
Bang bang bang!
"Let me out!"
Bang bang bang!
"Let me out, please!"
Bang bang bang!
" Gray! Boss! Captain! Nora! Antasia! Anyone, please come here! I need to say something!"
As the volume gradually increased, the couple who were taking a midday nap on the deck of the Antasia were slowly awakened.
"What kind of trouble is that old bastard Bennett causing now?"
"I don't know. They were locked up fine before. Could they have gone mad?"
"How could that be? He's been underground for decades and hasn't gone crazy. It's just a few days in a dark room. What's there to go crazy about? Antasia, has Bennett already escaped from that dark room?"
"No, don't worry."
Gray sat up, still a bit grumpy from waking up, rubbed his face with his hands, picked up the warhammer from the corner of the wall, and went downstairs to the second floor.
If this old man can't give a coherent explanation today, he can't blame the warhammer for falling!
Upon reaching the second floor, Gray saw the tightly closed warehouse door and breathed a sigh of relief.
He stepped forward, unlatched the door, smashed the door open with his fist, and angrily shouted at the old man in the wheelchair:
"Stop playing dead, you old man! Speak up!"
Bennett had just heard his footsteps, so her cries were no longer as pitiful as before.
Having received Gray's permission, and after glancing at the large hammer in his hand, he immediately cried out:
"Something terrible has happened, sir!"
"What's wrong?"
"The progenitor..."
"The progenitor?"
"That's right, that's right... Lord Antos, the Vampire Progenitor lineage."
"Oh, just tell me about Antos. What happened to him?"
"He... he's in danger! He just used the bloodline connection to send a message to me, and to every Blood Corpse who has escaped and those who haven't."
"What did you say?"
"That wasn't language, but a feeling—the feeling that disaster was about to Descent, the torment and pain, the helplessness—that feeling also affected us deeply."
"Your cultural level is quite good today. Give me any other adjectives you can use."
"No, you don't understand. It's a calling from the bloodline, an instinct..."
Bennett's voice already sounded somewhat like a sob:
"Soon, all the Antos Lineage members who have been unsealed in the Wilderness of Chaos will frantically head towards the place where the progenitor summoned them. This chair is about to break free of me..."
To Bennett's surprise, after his alarmist talk, Gray remained completely calm and didn't even raise his hammer to intimidate him into not making any rash moves.
Gray's thick beard obscured most of his subtle expressions. Looking at the sincere Bennett before him, he suddenly chuckled after a brief silence:
"You want to go? Then I won't stop you."
As he spoke, he turned to the side, revealing the path leading to the outside:
"If that kind of influence is really as powerful as you say, you shouldn't have had time to attack me after you broke free, right? Since you are neither hostile nor useful to us now, we might as well let you go."
"As long as you don't attack us first, I promise I won't lay a hand on you."