Chapter 1772: Chapter 52: Plague Relics (8)_2

"What on earth is happening? Why is the shaking so intense!?"

Someone, with a face full of panic, clutched onto a railing and said, but even so, his body couldn’t stop swaying along with the ground, as if the room they were in had become a toy in a giant’s hand, being continuously tossed and turned.

Fortunately, the tremor did not last, although everyone was thrown around, the calming environment told them they had made it through.

"Huff huff... Is everyone okay?"

A middle-aged man asked.

Onorato struggled to get up, using the built-in function of his armor to quickly scan his own status. Seeing that he was unharmed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, after such a turmoil, his physical strength was rapidly declining, now falling below the safe threshold, causing his personal control system to issue a yellow warning alert.

"No, no! This definitely isn’t a mining tunnel collapse! Our mining plan was calculated rigorously, plus there’s the reinforcement of the regional stabilization field; it’s impossible for such a massive collapse to happen inexplicably! Could it be that we’re under attack? Are there monsters underground!?"

The middle-aged man’s speculation concluded with a thought that gave everyone the creeps.

"Monsters? No way... We can’t be that unlucky... This is the Olharast Vein, even the Demon Clan probably couldn’t easily operate in such an environment..."

Someone didn’t want to believe the middle-aged man’s words, because if it were true, their fate would likely be very bleak.

Onorato forced himself to suppress his inner panic, barely keeping calm.

He tried to use the terminal system on his armor to contact the base’s main control network, but this action unsurprisingly failed, with all magnetic field link networks completely paralyzed. Everyone was now trapped here, unable to call for help.

"Wait, did you guys hear something?"

A woman suddenly raised her hand, signaling everyone to be silent.

Everyone listened intently, and after a while, they heard what seemed to be voices conversing outside.

"No, that’s not normal voices, that’s divine sense sound transmission, someone is using divine thought to communicate, and we’re just incidentally within the range..."

The middle-aged man in the group quickly provided a different answer.

Onorato also listened carefully and soon agreed with his assessment.

This rest area was well sealed, and with the airless plague relics outside, it was impossible for voices to transmit in here.

What they heard was some Dark Spirit using divine sense to converse, and they were just within the range to overhear it.

"Lan Family... you’re finished... good luck... Olharast Rock... attack..."

The intermittent voice penetrated Onorato’s mind, and after pondering for a moment, his face suddenly changed as if he had thought of something.

Yet, before he could warn the others, their resting area suddenly went into another spinning frenzy, harsher than before, as if the whole room was kicked like a ball, rolling back and forth several times before stopping.

"Crack~"

Under the impact of terrifying energy, the walls of the rest area finally couldn’t resist the pressure and cracked with several gaps, allowing everyone to see outside, surprisingly discovering that they had already been brought to the surface.

"Have we been brought up from the underground...?"

Onorato had just shown an astonished expression when he was immediately shocked by the scene before him.

Through the cracks in the resting area’s walls, he saw the ruined scene of the collection base outside and the human corpses scattered on the ground. From their clothing, weren’t these the disciples of the Lan Family?

"Lan Family disciples?"

Disbelief flashed in Onorato’s eyes.

The Lan Family disciples were all Control Level beings! Each individual was a formidable Dark Spirit, with daily miners barely having a chance to speak to them.

And now, Onorato saw these big figures’ horrific death scenes through the wall’s cracks, with Lan Family disciples’ corpses scattered all over, along with others in bright red clothing lying there, who were clearly not Lan Family disciples.

"Are they... Rothschild family!?"

Onorato, with some knowledge, immediately recognized them from the bright red clothing they were wearing.

The Rothschild family’s attire was just too recognizable, with uniformly bright red robes. Onorato had once ridiculed their long, cumbersome clothes, destined to trip them up while moving, purely asking for trouble. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

But now Onorato had no leisure to joke. He clearly understood what the presence of Rothschild family members here signified—they were under attack!

"Attacked! Attacked! So many are dead! Oh heavens! Those people discovered our mineral vein and must be here to seize our resources! We’re doomed, we’re doomed..."

A young man, appearing not too old, instantly broke down in tears, pounding his arms against the ground in frustration, causing a series of dull thuds.

The surrounding companions quickly rushed forward to hold him down, signaling him to shut up and not make any noise, lest those outside notice them.

From what they saw now, the situation seemed unfavorable for the Lan Family, with their corpses scattered everywhere outside. The Rothschild family also suffered casualties but not as severe as the Lan Family.

"Everyone stay silent! Be careful! Don’t let them discover there are people here!"

The middle-aged man finally calmed the young one down, not forgetting to remind the other companions.

Seeing this, Onorato felt his lips turn dry; could this group of ordinary people truly hide from those powerful Dark Spirits outside? Perhaps they hadn’t been killed simply out of disdain...

Silence engulfed the rest area, though many realized this hiding was meaningless, everyone instinctively dared not make a sound, holding their breath and lying on the ground, fearing to draw attention.

Maybe the earlier rolling brought this room closer to the battleground’s center, as Onorato could now hear the divine thought conversations of those outside clearly.

"Lan Gu, give up the struggle, your elders are almost all dead, along with the Lan Family disciples you brought and so many ordinary collectors. If you don’t want them to die with you, surrender quickly, maybe I’ll spare them."

An icy voice penetrated Onorato’s mind; this method of divine thought conversation was range-based, not distinguishing friend from foe, allowing all within to hear.

"Lan Gu? Isn’t that the Lan Family leader? And what that person said, the elders are all dead? How could it be... they were close to divine beings, how could they be killed so easily..."

Upon hearing the person’s words, Onorato’s heart dropped, unwilling to believe it, but judging by the horrific scene outside, what the person said might be true, the Lan Family really lost!?