Chapter 135

Not to mention there are many people outside waiting for Orson to go back. Even if Orson is alone, he hates this feeling.

But at this moment, the underground labyrinth may contain secrets that have been buried for thousands of years, and it is more related to the future of the two races. Orson has no choice but to go in and explore.

"Speaking of which, big brother, don't you think this situation is strange?"

In the dim maze, Orson and Lena walked side by side.

"Um?"

"After we came down, torches were automatically lit on the wall. Could it be that there are still people in the maze underneath..."

"No, even if they are human beings, I heard from the shaman above that after so long, humans should be gone. Does that mean there are other 'things'?" Lena said, and couldn't help but feel the hair stand on end.

"Don't scare yourself." Orson stabbed Lena's head angrily.

"This should be just a small mechanism left by the builder using the formation when the crypt was built. As long as someone comes here, a torch will automatically light up."

"Ah...that's it." After hearing this, Lena suddenly lost interest.

Fortunately, she had just been thinking about whether there might be some strange creatures hiding in the maze ready to come out and scare them.

"Well, who makes magic so convenient?" Orson said.

"That's true..." Lena nodded in agreement.

Orson's magic helped Lena a lot when she was on the road camping. It was very convenient whether it was to keep warm from the cold or provide lighting for exploring the road.

Lena also pestered Orson to learn magic, but on the way, although Orson really tried to teach Lena, Lena was not talented enough and could not learn it.

In the end, I can only give up

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"The structure here doesn't feel like a simple maze."

Walking in the maze below, Orson felt more and more something was wrong.

From the outside to the inside, the number of rooms continues to decrease.

Each room outside has a creature cast in bronze, which looks like a museum, but according to Orson's understanding of Limusa, the Lord of Beasts during this period, it doesn't look like it was built suddenly on a whim. The so-called "museum" is more like a tomb.

The bronze statues here are all simulated according to the creations he created during his lifetime. The purpose is to accompany him and protect him for a lifetime after his death.

Just as Orson was thinking this, there was only one room left in front of him.

This room is extremely huge. On the left and right sides of the room, there are many kinds of beasts, and near the central steps, there is an orc kneeling.

On the central steps is a huge sarcophagus. At this moment, the door of the sarcophagus is open.

On both sides of the sarcophagus, there are two bronze statues.

What surprised Orson the most was that the race on the bronze statue was not the orcs, Limusa's favorite creation described in the temple's ancient books, but half-orcs like Lena.

"...This seems to be Limusa's tomb." Orson said this, which shocked Lena.

"Wait a minute! Then big brother, have we offended Mr. Limusa?" Her tone was a little anxious.

After all, this is the tomb of the gods. It is disrespectful to disturb other people's places after death.

At this moment, behind the two of them, at the door of the tomb, there was another sound of footsteps.

"I really didn't expect that there would be members of Hela here at this time." Standing at the door was the orc shaman who had just talked to the two people about the basement on the ground.

"If you hadn't asked me suddenly, I never thought you might be that kind of person." The shaman looked at Orson with a fierce look.

At this moment, there was more than one orc shaman, and behind him were many muscular orc warriors, each of whom seemed to have sixth-level strength.

Although there are no guards in the temple, there are many shaman guards, but they are usually arranged to be on duty in other places and do not block people who come in.

If someone dares to do something blasphemous in the temple, the shaman will still call the guards to drive the person away, or even execute him in front of the gods.

"Wait, Master Shaman! If you have something to say, please tell me. Brother Edward is not..."

"Enough! We have nothing to say to humans and the lowly orcs who protect humans! Do it!"

The shaman interrupted Lena's words and directly ordered the orcs behind him to take action.

The orc behind him got the order and immediately rushed towards Orson and Lena.

Orson stopped in front of Lena, frowning.

He originally didn't want Lena to see that bloody scene, but now he had to do it.

Lena covered her eyes, waiting for the outcome of being captured, but unexpectedly, when she opened her eyes again, the orcs beside the shaman had fallen to the ground in a mess.

Orson showed no mercy to the orcs, so the wounds on their bodies were all eerily consistent.

They all died after their necks were slit.

Lena looked at the bloody scene in front of her, her eyes widened, and she slowly backed away in disbelief.

"Go on, tell me all the information you know here." Orson looked at the orc shaman and raised the long sword still stained with the warm blood of the orcs.

"Heh, it seems you are very confident in your own strength." The orc shaman said this and looked at Orson with a smile. Then, he raised the wooden stick in his hand.

"Okay, then I'll tell you."

"Here, even the catacombs where the great King of Beasts Limusa is buried, the sacred object of our Beastman Cult, the Heart of Beasts, is here."

Saying this, the shaman burst out laughing.

"I have never been able to understand what the ancient characters above require. Although I want to enter here, I have been struggling with no way."

"Thanks to you, human. If it weren't for you, how could I have gotten something as precious as the Heart of Beasts?"

Saying this, the orc shaman recited a mantra, and his body quickly expanded. In terms of strength, he was not even worse than Balu.

"This is the day I've been waiting for." With that said, he rushed towards the sarcophagus.

Orson glanced at the shaman's target, and then took the initiative to rush forward, trying to block the shaman's offensive with himself.

"Ha, you, a seventh-level person, want to stop me?" the shaman said, using his own words disdainfully.

He swung his wooden staff at Orson.

Orson took the blow forcefully, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, and almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if I kill you and then take the Heart of God." The shaman locked his sights on Orson.

Orson now wants to rush to the sarcophagus and snatch away the Heart of God, but he will definitely be stopped by the shaman on the way.

He didn't know if he could hit the opponent with his body, so he didn't dare to take the risk.

At this moment, the orc shaman rushed towards Orson with great force, as if he wanted to smash all of Orson's bones directly.

Orson quickly used magic to move a distance to the side.

Then, a huge crack was immediately opened where he was.

One can imagine what would happen to his flesh and blood if this stick hit him.

The orc shaman was stunned for a moment when he saw Orson's actions that violated the rules of physics, and then sneered.

"Oh, do you think you can defeat me with just a few tricks?" With that said, he recited another spell, and Orson suddenly felt that the air around him was a lot heavier, making it extremely difficult to move.

Then, the orc shaman once again waved the staff that was used as a stick and smashed it towards Orson.

Orson narrowly avoided this attack again and again.

"I'm actually very curious, why many people say that the boss will proceed step by step when seeing the enemy, instead of directly using the strongest blow. Now I can see it." The shaman said this, and continued to taunt Ou with words. Sen.

"The most intoxicating thing is the kind of confidence you feel when you watch the opponent constantly trying to exploit you, thinking you've dodged a bullet, or even thinking you can fight back, but in the end it turns into surprise and despair!"

Orson looked at the other party's actions and was shocked in his heart.

Who would have thought that the orc shaman, who seemed to have no fighting ability, would actually be his biggest enemy during this trip.

Now it seems that the threat posed by the other party to him is even greater than Balu.

At least, when facing Balu, I should be able to fight back...

Then, as if in play, the gravity around Orson was constantly being manipulated by the orc shaman, becoming heavier for a while and then returning to the original state.

In this environment, Orson couldn't even fight back. Just dodging the opponent's attacks would use up all his energy.

At this moment, Lena also recovered from the shock just now and looked towards the direction where Orson and the orc shaman were fighting.

Lena is not a fool. Of course she can see that Orson is at an absolute disadvantage, but at this moment she is powerless and can't do anything to help Orson. She can only stand aside and worry.

At this moment, she suddenly thought that the heart of the beasts that the orc shaman mentioned before seemed to be in the sarcophagus.

With this thought in mind, Lena came to the sarcophagus lightly.

Then, sure enough, she saw a pair of white bones in the sarcophagus, and among the bones, a heart was beating powerfully.

Is this the so-called heart of beasts? With this thought, Lena reached out her hand and carefully took out the Heart of Beasts from the bones.

Lena was stunned as she looked at the heart that was still beating in her hand, emitting blue light.

How could he take out the sacred object so easily?

Great, in this way, I should be able to help big brother Edward!

Just when Lena was thinking this and was about to look up at the battlefield, she felt a chill in her chest.

In his ears, what came was Orson's voice with a hint of despair.

"Lena!!!"

A sharp stone spear penetrated her chest, leaving a huge bloody hole.

She had an expression of joy on her face until she fell.

"Brother..." she said weakly.

Then, she fell down helplessly.

"Oh, little girl, stealing is not good." The orc chief said, looking in Lena's direction with a smile. "Oh, I just punished you a little, why did you die?"

"Tsk, tsk, life is really fragile."

With that said, he turned back and looked in the direction of Orson.

"I'm sorry, I struck too harshly. Your companion seemed to have died like my men accidentally."

"..." Orson was silent for a while. Then, he looked at the orc shaman in front of him, suppressed his anger, and asked: "What is the role of this heart of beasts? Is it worthy of your pursuit?"

"Oh, you didn't know." After hearing this, the orc shaman had some free time to chat with Orson.

"The so-called Heart of Beasts is the only organ left in the body after the death of Limusa, the Lord of Beasts. It has been protecting the desert and the orcs from beginning to end."

"This heart has divine power. It can be said that as long as you get it, you can become the person closest to God on the continent."

"Our successive generations of temple shamans have tried every means to obtain this heart of all beasts. I thought that my generation would not be able to get it. Unexpectedly, it was you who helped me break the seal of the underground tomb."

"So, you can choose a more decent way to die. After all, after you die, I will become a god. As one of the most important stepping stones on my way to becoming a god, I allow you to be buried with your companions."

"Oh." Orson nodded after hearing this. "It's not certain who will bury whom."

In the original book, Orson used the power of the devil in the final battle with Lit. Orson didn't know where the power came from, but from the beginning, a voice in his heart was faintly shouting: "Lose your mind and you will become the strongest person."

"Lose your mind?" Orson thought so and smiled.

Whether it was for his own survival or for revenge for Lena, it seemed that Orson had a reason to fight.

"If I can defeat him by giving up my reason, then it seems that giving up temporarily is not a bad idea." Orson thought so, letting anger control his emotions.

The orc shaman looked at Orson who was silent with his head down and laughed.

"Oh? Are you furious? Or are you thinking about how to die? It's okay, we have plenty of time, you can think about it slowly."

Then, Orson raised his head.

"Have you thought about it?"

As soon as the orc shaman finished this sentence, a beam of magic light shot out from the center of Orson's palm.

The orc shaman couldn't dodge in time, and his entire left arm was pierced, and a huge hole appeared.

He couldn't help but scream in pain and looked at Orson in surprise.

At this moment, Orson was surrounded by a black mist, and his originally purple eyes were also stained with scarlet blood. The whole person was like a demon returning from hell.