The five flaming snakes began to fall from the sky, and the snake people below screamed as

  they scattered to avoid the massive falling figure. Others saw the destroyed lift truck, and the

  three intruders, two large and one small, began to fall with them. They gathered around with

  their weapons, and waited near the probable fall of the three men -- they wanted to give the

  three uninvited guests a feast.

  Vincent They are not interested in such a feast at all. As soon as the flames hit the loadbearing rope, Vincent began to think of a way to break it. He had no more feather fall spells

  today, no flight spells at all, and as for floating spells, he did not normally use them at all.

  Teleportation and Any Door were good spells, but on the one hand, Vincent had not regained

  his former ability to cast like a master, and they could not be used; On the other hand, even

  if they could be used, they could only be used to save themselves and not the other two.

  Now Vincent looked at the drop of nearly a hundred meters below his feet and thought that

  even if he did not fall to his death -- which was very unlikely -- he would be drowned alive

  by the hordes of snake people. Thinking of the dead bodies hanging on the wall, Vincent had

  no choice but to risk that method, a method he had never tried before.

  'Arachny! Vincent unfolds the spell against the space under the three men's feet. The spider

  web with a radius of twenty feet (about seven meters) opens in mid-air at once. Vincent

  controls the burst point of the spell, just enough to be a platform on the next level, so that

  another part of the spider appears in mid-air, and another part sticks firmly to the platform.

  The thick white silk wrapped itself around Mark's feet. He fell onto the web and hung onto it.

  Hardy understood the mage's intentions for the first time and threw his arms around the web.

  The web itself was not a wall. It could not soar to support the weight of several men. Now it

  was more like a net, and began to hurl the two men toward the side wall.

  Vincent caught the end of the web just fine.

  Boom, boom, boom! With these three sounds, the three men suddenly hit the stone wall.

  Seeing that the spider thread he was holding was about to come loose, Vincent struck the

  stone wall with his fist according to the swinging force. The fine gold penetrated deep into

  the mountain wall like a chisel, leaving the Master hanging there.

  Hardy pulled the silk away from himself by brute force, and soon climbed to the platform

  above him. Then he began to pull the net with both hands, and in a moment Mark was pulled

  up like a small fish, all wrapped in the white silk and unable to move.

  Hardy tore open the web and freed the dwarf. He retrieved a long rope from Mark's knapsack

  and threw it to the mage, who was still hanging from the cliff. The dwarf had just been

  frightened and was now leaning against the inside of the platform, stroking his chest and

  taking deep, hard breaths.

  The Mage was pulled up onto the platform, too, and only then did he have time to look at

  the five-headed snake lizard that had fallen into the pit. The unlucky creature was first

  wounded by lightning, and then fell through the air to save his life with a whole iron wall in

  his arms. Now there is no snake lizard down there. All Vincent can see is a huge iron plate full

  of blood.

  Safe landing, but they're not safe at all. Now they were not at the same height as they had

  first come in, and it was entirely unknown where this opening around them led. Dozens of

  snakes followed them down the spiral staircase, other lift trucks were parked on the upper

  landing, and a number of monsters started running down from the upper landing. They were

  about to be mobbed.

  "We have no choice but to stay here and be trapped alive. We must move on, whatever is in

  this cave." Vincent turned to the other two men. Mark and Hardy nod, and the three of them

  rush off into the unknown cave.

  As soon as they got inside, several crossbow bolts came roaring down and nailed them where

  they had just stood.

  The passage was the same as the one they had entered, with thick slime on the walls. Vincent

  had an idea and placed an illusion spell behind him, creating an image of the corner of the

  passage on the straight path, and the destination of this corner was the very sticky wall.

  "If only I had a greasiness trick." Vincent gently exclaims.

  When Mark heard this, he quickly took a bottle out of his backpack and threw it in front of

  the vision. A puddle of yellow liquid spread out. The dwarf turned his head and said distressed,

  "We won't be able to cook with oil for a few days. Please bear with us for a while."

  "Nothing to fear without oil! When the time comes, slaughter a snake and refine its oil for

  cooking! It will smell delicious, ha ha!" From the front came Hardy's laughter.

  The passage went down and down, and Vincent took out his handlebar to light the way for

  his companions ahead. They had not gone far before they heard screams and curses coming

  from behind them. The master smiled and thought, "Now you are going to suffer."

  Leaving the slime passageway, there was an open field ahead. What appeared before them

  was a very large underground cavern, and several men were standing on a small raised

  platform with a simple staircase to climb down.

  It was a large lava cave. More than a dozen rivers of lava flowed slowly through the charred

  earth, bubbling with boiling lava. The bright red flow of lava reflected the whole hall in red

  against a black background, which looked very eerie. The air above the molten rock was

  heated and twisted upward, rendering everything seen through it quite dreamy. The tips of

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  the stalagmites hanging down from the ceiling of the cave were glowed by the light from

  below, like flaming stone spears ready to fall down and Pierce any creature that dared pass

  below.

  Only a few isolated stone Bridges cross the lava river, and along these Bridges there is another

  passage at the other end of the cave.

  'Hurry along! Vincent waves his hand and beckons the two to follow, "Wet the turban with

  water from the kettle and cover the mouth and nose. Otherwise the hot air here will burn

  your respiratory system."

  The three men ran over the stone Bridges, and the persevering snake man had already come

  out of the hole and followed the path behind them. Vincent could now hear the shouts of the

  snake men behind them, and even the sound of the crossbow's strings. But now he did not

  dare to stop. Although mages are powerful beings, the only possibility for even the most

  powerful mages to face the onslaught of enemies is to be disassembled unless they can

  change their situation to ignore most of the attacks.

  If he could just get back to his former level, Vincent would be able to take down the snake

  people with ease.

  But for now, they have no choice but to run away.

  The snake Man was much faster than the three men who were running away, and as they ran

  they could use their chests and abdomens to move forward like snakes. The distance between

  the two men was narrowing, and soon Vincent was within range of the enemy's crossbow

  arrows.

  Vincent turns around and sees that the stone bridge he has just passed is covered with a

  hallucination, but this time the illusion is the same as the original stone bridge. It is not visible

  from the outside. Several crossbow bolts flew in his ears and plowed down into the stony

  ground.

  As soon as the judge stopped, Mark turned and began firing at the Snake Man. He was far

  outnumbered, but Mark's fast crossbow kept firing at a high rate, and the two sides were even

  in terms of the number of crossbows going back and forth. Hardy stepped in front of the

  Master and used his two-handed sword to deflate any arrows that might have threatened his

  companions.

  "Vincent, let's use what we have left! We won't last long like this! ' Hardy shouted to Vincent,

  who was still preparing his spell, as he brandished his weapon vigorously. With his natural

  dragon power, Hardy wielded the heavy two-handed sword with the same dexterity as an elf

  wields a thin sword.

  "Thunderbolt! Vincent uses his last lightning spell. As the Serpents began to climb the

  enchanted bridge, he hurled his lightning dart.

  The lightning dart flew with a whooshing noise towards the leader, who uttered only a cry of

  distress and was instantly punctured. Although they are completely immune to the power of

  electricity, their skin has no corresponding resistance to the powerful piercing force. Then, like

  Vincent's other lightning spells, the lightning gun explodes right there. The leader of the

  serpentman's body is torn apart directly by the powerful shock wave from within, bursting

  from the inside like a blown balloon, his body and internal organs are blown into small pieces

  and flying everywhere, a mist of blood disperses from the bridge.

  The snake-men who were following him were also thrown to the ground by the blast; And

  some, still frightened by the shock of the draught which had occurred in the memorial hall

  only a short while before, of this sudden explosion of lightning, fell to the ground in fear, if

  not by the draught.

  It was for this reason that none of the snake people saw the scene of the stone bridge being

  broken. The remains of the stone bridge quickly melted into the lava flow and disappeared

  without a trace.

  Vincent smiles at the other two, and they turn around and run like crazy again.

  The snake men got up from the ground and looked at the three men as they continued to

  run, their anger burning. Or perhaps stimulated by the embarrassing fact that they had just

  been on the ground in fear, the men were now thinking only of how to set fire to the three

  intruders ahead of them. Roaring, a large band of serpents rushed up the stone bridge in

  front of them.

  Unfortunately, there was no bridge there now, only the illusion of a bridge.

  Listening to the "bared" sound behind him and those screeching screams, Vincent knew that

  behind him was staging a "magma burning snake" drama. Hardy sniffed and sniffed the air.

  "Ah! Smells great! It really smells good."

  There were no more steps to the hole, and once they had crossed the last two stone Bridges,

  they could reach the other side without difficulty. Vincent glanced back to see if the Snake

  Man was coming after him. The turn took him by surprise, but the snake Man did not follow

  him. They were still stuck in the broken stone bridge. Their attempts to break the bridge by

  jumping were rewarded with a few dead snakes that had fallen into the lava and burned their

  ashes. But from the other end of the cave, a large purple worm emerged from a newly cut

  circular passageway and frantically chased after the master and others. Its purple skin, more

  than thirty meters full of carapace, showed a unique color of blood against the red lava. A

  huge mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, thousands of fangs inside the mouth driven by special

  muscles, the rapid rotation. Vincent's first thought was of falling into its mouth, being torn

  into tiny pieces and then twisted to pieces. The purple worm's enormous body leaped directly

  across the lava stream, pursuing it in the nearest straight line.

  On the head of the worm stood a snake man, his face stained with blood, dressed in the

  brand-new robes of the great sacrifice, looking majestically at the three prey before him.

  There were two stone Bridges at the entrance to the cave...