Sensing the land quake, Alger’s heart tightened as he glanced at Gehrman Sparrow, using his actions to replace his words.

The sound of wind howled beside him, allowing him to run more easily and quickly to the side.

The reason why Alger had done so was because he was worried that Gehrman Sparrow would suddenly go mad and decide to hunt the terrifying creature inside the dark underground cave. If that were to happen, even if they ultimately clinched a victory, it would’ve been extremely disadvantageous for the subsequent explorations.

As an experienced Sailor, he knew that decisive action spurred companions who remained indecisive into subconsciously following his actions.

Upon seeing this, Klein heaved a sigh of relief as he gave up the discussion about politeness. He widened his stride and ran behind The Hanged Man.

Following that, he sensed a strong wind blow at his feet, thrusting him forward. This significantly reduced his need to overcome gravity, allowing him to obtain additional mobility that instantly doubled his speed!

Amidst the rustling sounds, Klein and Alger ran out of the sparse woods and circled around the flank of the eerie darkness.

At this moment, their heartbeats suddenly slowed. It was as though they hadn’t been engaging in intense exercise and were instead in a state of reverie that resulted from the tanning of the afternoon sun.

Klein immediately felt his body turn cold as an inexplicable and baffling sense of gloom arose as they tried invading his body.

Meanwhile, he saw the light from Alger’s lantern be swallowed inch by inch by a gigantic black shadow. A corresponding scene naturally surfaced in his mind.

In the depths of the dark underground cave, a thick, humongous serpent snaked out. It had dark green scales with exaggerated eyes that seemed to burn with fire.

In between its scales were white feather covered in yellow oily stains. Along its back was a pair of thick wings that could be spread.

While slithering and flying, this giant serpent raised its body high, coiling itself around a thick tree and extending its pitch-black tongue. It stared intently at the two figures that had barged into the surrounding area.

Around it, the trees were rapidly withering along with the weeds. Countless corpses burrowed out of the soil as invisible shadows surged to its side.

Feathered serpent!

It was a feathered serpent!

In the Southern Continent, it was a symbol of holiness. It was the emblem of the descendants of Death, the Eggers family!

Klein and Alger didn’t pause as they held back the coldness of their bodies and their slowing heartbeats. Under the intense winds, they charged into the depths of the dark forest, pulling a distance away from the sparse trees.

gradually returned to normal as the coldness of their bodies were dispersed

that the danger had passed. Hence, he slowed down his pace and turned to glance back. He said calmly while facing the depth of the darkness, “A

slowed down as the

for two seconds

territorial. Unless they wish to hunt, they will not enter other zones, especially when it’s near

“The Beyonder creatures here are

his gaze and replied with a shake of his

also

I’ve only discovered the traces left behind by Beyonder creatures

about luck. The chances of

able to

Black who wields good luck? Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh as he said

speak, it

would be happy to bully it. After all, with Azik’s copper whistle in hand, the Beyonder

he had made the corresponding preparations. He had the Fate Siphon charm, three pages of demigod-level Beyonder powers in Leymano’s Travels, and the ability to Travel. Although it

do not

puzzled. This was because the crazy adventurer was clearly informing him to

he wouldn’t have lived to this day… Alger looked up at the sky as he tried hard to

he retracted his gaze

head in that

Death Knell. He allowed the muzzle to naturally point downward as he silently

a deep voice, “If we head forward more, there will be an

encounter will be handled by you. I won’t involve myself in

can’t handle it alone… Alger

sea, people who often couldn’t hold their tongues

that being frank at times is more useful than concealing

“Okay.

you can’t deal with it, it’s best you shout for

style of a crazy adventurer appears to be different from hunters, but in certain aspects, they are surprisingly similar… Alger silently drew a

chiming sounds, and they immediately felt as though they

an irreversible manner. No matter how much he emphasized it to himself, he was unable to tense

of the chimes, believing that there was something

away, the chiming was sporadic. Klein was barely able to hold himself back as he turned to look at Mr.

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