Chapitre 55: The Hand Of The Other Lord

Back to the other side, while the investigation squad are waiting for the poison to subside in the tunnel, two living creatures who appear to be unbothered by the toxicity in the air are digging the skulls of the perished root crawlers.

The line of killed root crawlers was so extensive that it looks like a god has stretched his arms to passed his final judgement to these creatures. Aside of the toxic air, the stench of corroded flesh are also present. Making it difficult for most living beings to breathe down here.

"S-sir First, d-did they kill a lot of failed test subjects this t-time?" a voice of a timid girl echoed in the stillness of the underground. But there was no girl in sight. Instead, the voice came from a flying owl. It has a disheveled and dull black-white plumage. A ghost-like face with a pair of scars in both of its dark beady eyes.

Its entire body is surrounded by mana. Protecting it from the potent poison.