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When Mark opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar environment. Surrounded by towering stone walls, there were cracks on the top. Sunlight poured down from the cracks, forming beams of light, illuminating this huge underground space. The air was filled with the smell of damp soil, mixed with a faint smell of sulfur, which made Mark feel a little uncomfortable. He subconsciously touched his nose and frowned slightly.

Albert looked around. The towering stone walls were as straight as a knife and an axe. Under the illumination of the beam of light, they reflected a cold light. The ground was rugged and uneven, with scattered gravel of varying sizes. Some of the gravel was covered with moss and exuded a moist luster.

This underground space was wider than any place they had seen before, and there was no edge in sight. There was a high platform in the center. The platform was made of huge rocks, and complex runes were carved on the surface. Under the illumination of the beam of light, the runes flashed with strange light, as if they contained some mysterious power.

There was a sarcophagus on the platform. The material of the sarcophagus looked like some kind of black jade. The surface was also engraved with the same runes as the platform, but more complicated and more mysterious.

"Where is this place?" Mark asked in a low voice, with a hint of doubt and uneasiness in his tone. He clenched the fragments of the holy stone in his hand, felt the warm touch of the fragments, and felt a little relieved.

Albert did not answer. He walked to the edge of the platform, staring at the runes on the sarcophagus, frowning, as if thinking about something. He reached out and touched the rune lightly, and a cold touch came from his fingertips, which made him shudder.

At this moment, the goblin who had been silent all the time suddenly knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of the sarcophagus. Its thin body crawled on the ground, like a devout believer, muttering something in its mouth, its voice was low and hoarse, like an ancient spell, echoing in the empty underground space. Mark and Albert were both startled by the goblin's actions. They looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise and confusion.

"What is it doing?" Mark asked in a low voice, with a hint of vigilance in his tone. He instinctively felt that the goblin's behavior was not a simple worship, it seemed to have other intentions.

Albert did not speak, he stared at the goblin with sharp eyes, carefully observing its every move. The goblin's behavior made him realize that his previous guess might be correct. The goblin was not a simple servant, it might have its own purpose.

Albert walked to the sarcophagus, stretched out his hand, and gently touched the rune on the sarcophagus. A powerful energy wave was transmitted from the rune to his body, making him feel dizzy. Pictures flashed before his eyes, in which a spear he was very familiar with pierced a big hand holding a fragment of the holy stone. That was the weapon of the great elder Eric. Then a mysterious man in a black robe with his face hidden under a hood separated the energy of the fallen holy stone fragments and put them into the sarcophagus, and applied a seal. The mysterious man's movements were slow and solemn, as if he was performing some kind of sacred ritual.

The screen disappeared, and Albert staggered back a few steps, his face a little pale. He held the edge of the sarcophagus, trying to keep himself steady, took a few deep breaths, and slowly came to his senses.

"I saw it..." Albert whispered, with a hint of shock in his tone, "The energy of the holy stone fragments is separated from the body, and the energy is sealed in the stone hall."

"What?" Mark asked hurriedly, his tone anxious.

Albert turned his head to look at Mark, his eyes deep, "I suspect this mysterious man is the great elder Eric"

Mark's face changed suddenly when he heard this.

"Impossible, the great elder died in front of me." Mark said firmly.

"I'm not sure if it was the great elder, but I saw the great elder's weapon smashed a big hand." Albert said uncertainly.

At this moment, the goblin suddenly stood up, muttering something in his mouth, his voice was higher and more urgent than before. The runes on the sarcophagus began to flicker, emitting dazzling light, and a powerful energy wave spread out in all directions, like a surging wave, sweeping across the entire underground space. Mark and Albert were forced back to the edge of the wall by this energy.

The goblin's thin body seemed to contain huge energy at this moment. It raised its hands high and muttered something in its mouth. Its voice was sharp and piercing, like a roar from hell. The runes on the sarcophagus flickered more violently, and the light became more dazzling. Cracks began to appear on the stone walls of the underground space, and gravel kept falling. A gust of wind blew out of the sarcophagus, making it almost impossible for Albert and Mark to open their eyes. The goblin's chanting stopped abruptly, and it slowly put down its hands, revealing a weird smile. The lid of the sarcophagus began to vibrate, making a dull sound.