Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1855: Chapter 1850: Vessel Seedbed (5)

So this is the ultimate form of the Dead Sea?

The last words from the black-haired woman were quite shocking indeed.

The fellow inmate who asked the question almost froze again, only coming back to his senses after a push from the person beside him.

Fu Qian didn’t doubt this much.

This building, although large, didn’t hide the ability to perceive beyond its walls.

Nothing was flowing outside.

Moreover, the chilling sensation within the prison was seeping in from the surrounding darkness.

At this moment, this Undersea Prison truly seemed frozen within a gigantic block of ice.

The fellow inmate, though emotionally unstable, wasn’t entirely obtuse.

Upon realizing they were forced into a survival situation with the exit cut off, his first thought was to find another way, a direct water route.

After all, this prison seemed to have fairly high housing standards from a rough visual inspection.

The weakest among the three, the strongman who helped untie the fellow inmate, barely had the semblance of a Middle Tier.

As long as the abilities weren’t too exceptional, with the body’s feedback after reaching Middle Tier, enduring water pressure with the body wasn’t a major issue.

But now it’s different; breaking ice with the body is one thing, but this change seems too bizarre.

Rushing to act without understanding might lead to unknown dangers.

[The current task has been updated, find Virgin Lanina before the four Apocalypse Knights arrive.]

While contemplating the current predicament, Fu Qian, following the team, reached the branching path he had seen earlier.

And before passing through the narrow ice crack, a new prompt echoed in his mind.

The task arrived rather timely, it’s just the content...

...

Apocalypse Knights?

Find them all four, and if the target isn’t found, the mission fails directly?

Why does this condition feel so weird?

Fu Qian couldn’t help but mutter to himself.

Of course, the target sought in the mission was relatively clear.

Lanina, even providing a name directly.

Besides that, the name of the object to be contained this time is ”Virgin.”

”The rendezvous point is just ahead.”

The power of the desire to survive is strong, and as they pondered, under the lead of the black-haired woman, the group followed through the crack and arrived at a new passage.

This place is relatively much more spacious than where they had passed earlier, but the chill is also more intense, with frost covering the area.

Though it still had no effect on Fu Qian, in his peripheral vision, the fellow inmate wasn’t as agitated as before.

And the black-haired woman and her companion looked pale and bloodless.

It’s not that they were less resistant to the cold; as fellow infected, Fu Qian had already noticed that under the stimulation of severe cold, the Crimson Frenzy was even more active instead of subdued.

The two were in worse condition initially, and now their bodies were visibly entering a withered, decayed stage.

Furthermore, some guesses about the origins of this place were somewhat verified.

The intricate décor was more prominent in this much wider passage, initially not resembling a prison.

Of course, on one side of the passage, reconstructed cells were visible.

The signs outside indicated more than one had been used, though all doors were tightly shut now.

”Unfortunately, they couldn’t hold up.”

Walking in front, but still noticing Fu Qian’s observation, the black-haired woman casually explained.

”We tried to open each occupied room, but some had already lost reason, and communication wasn’t possible... Some were beyond being described as alive, so we closed the doors again to avoid future trouble.”

”In the direction we checked, you two were exceptionally lucky——”

Thud!

As if to prove her words, a loud bang came from one of the doors ahead, being hit from the inside with great force.

”So that’s how it is.”

Along with the others, observing the crumbling ice, Fu Qian echoed.

In such dire straits, her explanation was rather candid.

For him, the scene behind the door wasn’t that mysterious.

Especially since he had once killed a creation called the Crimson Angel with his own hands.

Passing through, he could entirely feel something similar brewing within.

So for this survival team, aside from curses and cold, another crisis was rapidly approaching.

Judging from the door-banging sounds, this thing’s aggression was quite high—and powerful.

Under increasing frenzied impacts, the thick cell door was visibly deforming, forming an arc.

Not enough for a normal person to get through, but for something abnormal...

In the next moment, faint crimson blood threads squeezed through the narrow gap, vivid and unusual, even with glimpses of withering flesh and bone peeling away like dried wood.

In the blink of an eye, a true transformation completed, and the mass that came through twisted itself into a vaguely human shape—boom!

As it attempted to pull out the second leg, a mass of blazing flames erupted underfoot.

The wild force and intense heat slammed into the Crimson Angel.

It was directly blown away, smashed hard against the door, part of which shattered, burning into ash.

But high-temperature sterilization wasn’t absolute; alongside intense convulsions, a vivid, shapeless red spread, dissolving into the cold air.

Indeed, Group Leader Tan wasn’t lying; the contagion was truly strong, swallowing it back then was quite necessary.

Though now, it didn’t seem necessary anymore.

Boom!

Just as the Crimson Angel’s convulsions subsided and its body began reassembling, another huge flame erupted, engulfing it again.

This time, unlike before, the trajectory could be seen clearly, coming from the intended direction.

”White?”

At the same time, the black-haired woman at the front couldn’t help but call out, with a hint of disapproval in her voice.

”Do you have a better way?”

A short-haired, long-faced middle-aged man emerged from behind an icy pillar at her mention.

Even after setting fires consecutively, his voice remained calm, casually retorting.

From the effect, his strength indeed supported this confidence; the Crimson Angel was utterly gone by now.

But that’s not the main point; at a glance, he was notably the only one not in a prison uniform among them.