Chapter 195 Secret Passage
The running continued, and under Alger's strong wind, the speed of several people could be said to be very fast.
Soon, they saw the gate of the ruins, and everyone's mood suddenly lifted, especially Emlyn.
Pitch-black wings immediately appeared behind him. He hugged Audrey and rushed towards the door like a dark lightning.
With Emlyn's demonstration, dark wings appeared behind Fors and flew away.
Without having to spend any more energy to speed up everyone, Alger immediately gathered the strong wind within himself and rushed towards the gate.
The feathered serpent that was chasing closely from behind stopped and stared ahead.
Its gaze penetrated reality, stepped into the spirit world, and looked at the being whose half body was embedded in the spirit world.
In the spirit world, the Gorgon with half of its body embedded in the spirit world was also looking at it. This [Immortal Witch], the main ingredient of the potion, spit out her snake tongue and looked directly at the feathered serpent.
They just confronted each other like this, not paying any attention to the little men who slipped away. Maybe Quetzalcoatl would care a little, after all, the mask on Fors looked delicious.
"What on earth did you do?! Callumgard!!" Fors stared at the mask in his hand, "You almost killed me!!!"
"I was just... explaining what politeness is... Callumgard was clearly not concerned with himself, "That feathered serpent... looks like a good teaching material... and it also looks... delicious."
"Okay, I'm wrong, isn't that enough?" Alger wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. "I was rude, I apologize to you...
"Don't ask another demigod to come here
"Alger looked back distressedly, "The characteristics of the bat were not discovered in time.
"Anyway... we're in... right... Mr. Hanged Man?" Audrey, who lacked exercise, gasped for air. "It's safe..."
"It's safe for now," Alger looked around, "for now."
Alger looked at the tunnel below, which was illuminated by the moonlight that penetrated through the broken walls around it. The crimson moonlight that penetrated the fog deposited on the island made it bright and rosy.
Alger liked this red color very much. It always reminded him of his old little weather bottle. It was thanks to that weather bottle that he had the honor of meeting the Fool.
Before that, he already liked to watch the sun with the weather bottle at sunset. For some reason, the weather bottle would appear red under the glow of sunset.
"There are many twists and turns, but in short, let's start exploring." Alger looked at everyone, "Let's go."
"This is an architectural style from the early Fourth Epoch. It is recorded in the books of the Church of Storms. It is said that during that period, all the major churches widely adopted a similar style to build churches."
Alger was deeply impressed by this relic. Over the years, he had read many books and had a certain understanding of the situation.
"Its biggest feature is that it has a temple above and a tomb below, unifying life and death. However, I can't be sure that the interior of this ancient church is the same as I described, because I haven't been deep inside."
Fores looked around. Only the main structure of the building they were heading to remained, making it impossible to know what its original layout looked like.
We can only judge from the remaining parts that it has thick walls, is magnificent and huge, has narrow windows, and once had high towers and bell towers, with a simple appearance and ancient structure.
"This is... the church of the usurpers... Callemgard's voice echoed in Fors' mind again, 'Haha... it's so dilapidated... it's really a relief.
"Usurper?" Fowles frowned and asked in his heart, "Who is the usurper?"
"You haven't answered my question yet... Callumgard obviously didn't want to answer, "Do you regret killing humans?"
Foles was silent.
دan official Beyonder, killing a person who is out of control is nothing, but no matter what, she is not that professional.
In essence, she is just an ordinary person who has had some adventures. Perhaps her power is strong enough, but her heart has not grown with it.
No, she has grown up. Or should I say, her inner growth cannot keep up with the struggle of strength?
That is why...
"I don't regret it," Fowles said calmly. "I will feel sympathy and guilt, but I will not regret it."
"Those who have lost control have become monsters and cannot be called human beings. The reason why we are called human beings is because we have factors that beasts do not have."
"If one loses the foundation of humanity, even if one was once a human being, one cannot be called a human being, but only a shell.
'In other words... Callemgard continued, "As long as they have... the elements of being a [human], can they be called a [human] even if they are... a beast?"
"If... we completely remove the elements of [human]... we raise humans without elements... like pigs and sheep... we extract their milk... we cook their flesh and blood... and we sell their bones...
'And the breeder... is an animal that has human elements...!
'You...will do it for the good you once said
Ryou...save these...…..humans who do not have the element of "human"…and bring death to the beasts who have the element of "human"…
This strange question immediately made Fores' eyes widen. She never thought that the question would develop in this direction.
Just as she said, humans without human elements may just be a shell of flesh, but it is really hard to accept that the human race is equivalent to pigs, sheep, horses and dogs, even if they all lack human elements.
Fowles was a writer, which gave her an extremely developed imagination, and she almost immediately imagined the scene described by Callumgard.
Her mind had just wandered in her imagination for a while when she couldn't help feeling nauseous and she almost couldn't hold it in. Fortunately, she didn't vomit in the end, but even so, her complexion became worse and worse.
However, others did not notice this
At this point, even Audrey, who was the most observant, thought that Fowles' condition had only worsened a little.
'I don't know, Callumgard, I'm not sure how to answer that question.'
"I can wait... for you to come up with the answer... Callumgard's voice became quieter, 'I will wait... for you to come up with the answer...
'But...I want this answer to be your answer...not someone else's.....
"I want to see...how you, a kind-hearted person, will decide... [Death]
Several people stopped together under a magnificent mural.
The background of the mural is a majestic mountain, with a huge cross covered with layers of light on top.
In front of the cross, there stands a majestic
The figure is surrounded by angels with two wings, four wings, and six wings on their backs.
In front of the cross, a majestic figure covered with divine glory holds his hands on his chest, supporting an ancient and simple stone slab.
The painting on the stone slab was extremely blurry, but it had a feeling of being both ancient and young, both sacred and evil, and its meaning was extremely contradictory.
"This..." Alger looked at the holy man on the mural, "This is the ancient sun god.
"The God that Silver City still believes in today
"It's very likely. I've seen something similar in the historical paintings of the vampires... It's certain that the cross is the symbol of the ancient sun god."
As Emlyn spoke, his eyes were fixed on the ancient stone slab on the mural.
"Could that slate be the legendary [blasphemous slate]?" Emlyn gasped, "It's possible!!!"
"Mr. Hanged Man, where on earth have you brought us to..." Audrey looked deeper into the ground and swallowed her saliva. "The Church of the Ancient Sun God..."
"Ancient Sun God...Fols immediately understood what Callemgard meant, 'Why did Callemgard say that he was a blasphemer?'Because Callemgard doesn't like Him?'
"There is a secret door behind this mural." Callumgard's voice suddenly came, and everyone turned to look at it, "It's a big secret door..."
"Secret door?"
Alger knocked on the wall in confusion and clenched his fist, as if he was considering whether to punch it and break it open.
But before he could do that, Fowles walked over.
She just passed through the wall, reached the other side and disappeared.
After waiting for a few seconds, everyone saw an illusory door appear on the wall.
"Come in, everyone." Fowles pushed open the door and waved, "There is indeed a secret door here."
"Interesting..." Alger licked his tongue, "I'm increasingly looking forward to what I'll find this time."Chapter 196 Candlelight
"Crack."
A piece of broken rock fell and landed at Audrey's feet, startling her so much that she lifted her foot up.
"This place is very old," Audrey put down her raised foot and continued walking. "It's so old and lacks repairs, but it still has so many
"That makes it even more clear that this place is special," Alger said, walking in front with a lantern to lead the way, "and it further proves that this trip will be very fruitful."
"At least I still have some extraordinary gains that are worth my attention," Emlyn moved his nose and sniffed, "Although it is a bit broken, at least the smell here is better than that in the East District."
"No smell of excrement to torture my nose."
"Mr. Moon, I suddenly want to ask you a question." Alger said as he walked, "What is your blood race's definition of an artificial vampire?"
"Ah? What other definition is there?" Emlyn tilted his head. "Isn't it just a human drinking a potion of Sequence 7 of the Pharmacist Pathway?"
"I know that," Alger continued, "I mean, if a hybrid of a human and a vampire drinks that potion, will they be defined as artificial vampires by you?"
"In this case, it has to be subdivided."
Emlyn looked behind him—he was in charge of the defense and needed to see if there were any monsters following him.
"In the Fourth Epoch, [Emperor of the Night] Trunsoest married [Empress of the Blood Moon] Ornia of our blood race. Inspired by the Queen's marriage, especially after she gave birth to two children for [Emperor of the Night], the blood race also began to intermarry with humans on a large scale."
"Due to this kind of intermarriage, many people in Loen today actually have vampire blood in their ancestors. The most typical example is the current Hall family. According to the statistical genealogy of the vampires, it is almost certain that the head of the Hall family thirteen generations ago married a vampire wife."
Hearing this, Audrey opened her eyes wide. She really didn't know that her ancestors had
Emlyn apparently didn't notice Audrey's surprise and continued talking.
"Similar to this, there is no second marriage guide
If the blood relationship is too sparse and the person has not taken potions to purify his bloodline, we vampires will regard him as a pure human after six generations. Of course, if the vampire elder from six generations ago is still alive, that is another matter."
"There are other exceptions, such as atavism, which are another matter."
"That is to say, if you take the potion within six generations, you won't be hated by the vampires, right?" Alger realized the key point, "How many generations does the red eyes count as?"
"About four generations," Emlyn had studied the history of the vampires after joining the Tarot Club, including questions about the family tree. "Why are you asking this?"
"For the sake of a subordinate's future," Alger replied, "I want to give him a [Vampire] potion, but I'm afraid of offending the vampires."
"It should be no problem, as long as your potion master
The material was not sourced from malicious hunting."
After Emlyn finished speaking, he turned his head and looked to the front. It was a little brighter there, and it seemed that they had reached the exit of the secret passage.
Alger, who was walking in the front, walked up the last step of the stairs, walked out of the secret passage, held up the lantern, and looked at the space.
This seems to be an extremely large hall, so large that it defies the laws of physics, because from the outside of the ruins, there is no such vast space inside the church.
This couldn't be underground, because the secret passage went all the way up, and Alger clearly remembered that he had been walking up the stairs.
Not to mention that the lobby has a high ceiling, which is even supported by a series of dilapidated but obviously carved marble columns.
Some of these pillars still stand tall in ruins, while others have already fallen down and collapsed, breaking into multiple pieces of stone fragments. There are even plants taking root on them, growing not-so-short grass and still-short moss.
The bricks under my feet have also lost their color, and the gaps between the bricks are also very large.The crimson moonlight remained, dyeing the huge lobby crimson.
A dilapidated and decaying grand lobby, full of ancient flavor.
Alger walked forward, toward the huge wall at the end of the hall, and toward the tall altar in front of the wall that seemed to be displaying something.
When the others saw Alger walking forward, they had no choice but to follow him. After all, they also wanted to see what was on the altar.
Without encountering any obstacles or triggering any traps, the four of them soon arrived in front of the altar and came to a position where they could see the altar.
They looked over there eagerly to see what was there.
When they saw what was there, everyone's eyes widened.
They couldn't believe their eyes, and some even suspected that there was something wrong with their eyes.
But no one had any problem with their eyes; the stuff there was genuine and authentic.
"Air..." Alger's eyelids twitched, "There's nothing...
"This... this is not the same as the secret room plot I imagined..." said Fowles disappointedly.
In her imagination, a secret room must be equipped with traps, monsters and guards, and at the end, there must be a treasure chest.
That's how she writes novels anyway.
"Wait a minute," Audrey said suddenly, "there seems to be something here."
Following her gaze, everyone looked in that direction.
That was inside the altar. There seemed to be something engraved on the altar, but it was very blurry. If Audrey hadn't been a [audience], she would have hardly been able to notice it.
"It's text..." Audrey and the others looked carefully
Looking at the text, I don't know why, even though the text is so blurry, its content can be easily understood.
untie.
"It seems like poetry..." Alger murmured, "Poetry... Poetry..."
As he was mumbling, Emlyn had already begun reading.
"We were candles, in the dim
In the candlelight, we built a warm round table to warm each other. "
"We will be flames, burning our former comrades in arms and mortal enemies in the blasphemous magic light."
"Here once stood blasphemous tablets, speaking of the power of the gods; here once stood blasphemous men, blaspheming the majesty of the gods."
"I am the first candle, I am the last
I am the one who bears witness to blasphemy, and I am the one who brings blasphemy."
"I am the leader of the Candlelight Treasure Hunting Group.
Maybe we have gone our separate ways, but I hereby declare that the [Candlelight Treasure Hunt] has never died out. "
"I am the blasphemous eighteen."
"I am the blasphemous Solomon."
When his last words fell, it was as if he had chanted a spell, and the entire hall began to shake violently.
The sudden shock will catch you off guard.
The crowd was shaken off the platform and fell to the ground.
As they reacted, the air began to distort.
Not only the air, but even the boundary between the known and the unknown began to become confused and distorted.
Deep in the lobby, the beautiful
The Banquet of Betrayal, in the endless chaos, a picture was painted and distorted into the minds of the four people, as if the [Hidden Sage] had instilled knowledge into them.
In addition, the three major
The corpse guards all appeared in the lobby in a [subversion] that seemed like a miracle, and roared.
All this happened so fast that they had not yet fully reacted when the three corpses rushed over.
Should be good.
Chapter 197 Secret Treasure
"Honey."
A thousand years ago, one night in the Tudor-Trensost United Empire, on a gorgeous bed.
The most beautiful [Blood Moon Queen] in the world lay on the bed, looking lovingly at her beloved spouse.
That was Trunsoest, who was still the [Angel King] at that time.
"What's the matter, Queen?" Trunthost sat down. "You look confused."
"I'm very confused." Queen Ornia also sat up, her face full of confusion.
"Although it is a good thing that you have the support of the Six Gods, why do you insist on jumping to the [Judge] path?"
"The Judge's ritual is extremely troublesome..."
"Gather hundreds of thousands of people to compile a new code. During this period, no interference with the compilation of the code is allowed in any way. In addition, the promoted people themselves must also independently compile a new code."
"After the compilation is complete, compare the two. Once you have confirmed that they are 90 percent similar, take the potion."
"If we don't reach 90%, we will have to find hundreds of thousands of people again. The new people cannot have any overlap with the hundreds of thousands of people we found before, and we can't even communicate with each other about the content of the code."
"Writing a code is a huge project. It takes months or even years to write it each time... It's too troublesome... And every time it's a gamble...
"There's nothing we can do about it..." Trunsoest sighed, "There's no such thing as a simple ritual to ascend to the gods."
"Wouldn't it be enough to just swallow Tudor, become the new [Black Emperor], and interrupt Solomon's resurrection process?"
Onya said.
"Although Tudor has the uniqueness of the Black Emperor, and we are both the Angel King of the same path, you are weaker than him, but if we join forces, we will be able to deal with him."
"If you still feel unsafe, you can ask the six gods to send angels to help you kill Tudor. Why do you have to transform into a Judge?"
Trunsoest sighed, lay down, and rested his head on his queen's snow-white thighs, his eyes full of fatigue.
"To be honest... I feel guilty..." Trunsoest said slowly, "Although it is irrational and even childish to say this, to be honest, I still hope to see Solomon survive."
"When the nine mausoleums were destroyed, He also died. The two characteristics gathered around me, and I thought He was dead."
"So, I swallowed the two copies of [Prince of Order Killing] and became [Angel King], ruling the new world with Tudor."
"I have always felt guilty for betraying my oath of allegiance and swallowing up His characteristics...
"But that oath has no binding force," Ornia pointed out. "It was just your words when you were ordinary humans. It has no extraordinary effect."
"Yes, that's right," Trunsoest closed his eyes, "but Solomon... is the leader of our [Candlelight Treasure Hunting Group] after all..."
"Even to this day, I still miss
That weak but happy time...."
"Ornia, you said that the [unreasonable order] established by Solomon is really the disgusting asymmetrical aesthetic in his empire.
?"
"No? What could it be?" Ornia looked surprised. "What else could it be? What could be more contrary to common sense than that aesthetic that makes people's scalps numb?"
"It's just a feeling, a hunch," Trenthoester's voice seemed a little doubtful, "but there is no evidence."
"But my intuition tells me that this is probably true. He may really have a set of order, and
The nature of this order is different."
"Under that order, even the new
Even the birth of the Black Emperor cannot completely cut off His
Trunsoest turned his head and looked at the bedside table beside him, where two candles were burning, flickering with dim flames.also two pale candles burning in the lobby, just like the pupils of the corpse.
"boom!!!"
Wearing a mask, Fors almost lost her balance due to the violent shaking, but fortunately, she managed to stand.
Pale flames burned in the eyes of the Eggers family masks. Within the flames, Fors was half-kneeling and reaching out to the two resurrected corpses.
The two corpses were very peaceful, with pale firelight overflowing from their eyes, reflecting the outline of the mask on Fores' face.
"It should be under complete control..." Fowles' face was covered in sweat, and he was obviously in a bad state.
"boom!!!!"
There was another shock, almost knocking her down.
"Calemgard... cough cough... cough cough..." She suppressed her high fever and dry cough, "Can you still control the remaining corpse... cough cough... cough cough..."
"The status of that corpse is very high..." said Callemgard's voice.
"Success is not guaranteed....but you can try...but...you must give up these two...
"Forget it then... cough cough... As he spoke, Fors coughed violently, "We will definitely be attacked by these two... cough cough..."
"I can only ask you guys for help..."
The sword blade radiating sunlight slashed down diagonally, hit the ground in the air, and then pulled back with the hand and slashed again.
The sword blade, gleaming with sunlight, chopped onto another blade, which was deflected. Alger exerted his strength again and swung his sword to chop again.
The two men on the path of the Storm clashed their swords like lightning, and the figures of the living and the dead blurred in the flying metal sparks. But as the blade swept, the knife light flashed, and Alger's body flew out backwards.
With feet planted on the ground, they dragged a long trail of dust,
In the middle of retreating, the sword in Alger's hand spun out several sword flowers, and with a backhand strike, several sharp wind blades slashed out.
From Alger's perspective, the crescent-shaped wind blade struck the corpse's face, but it expanded inexplicably before it hit.
One after another, the expanding wind blades fell crookedly.
[Ocean Singer] Breezes burst out from all around the corpse.
Until an expanding wind blade was easily dispersed, and the corpse kicked its legs and rushed forward.
The blade chopped down suddenly, and even if it was blocked in time, it would still explode a large piece of bricks.
The sword flashes endlessly, the blades of the dead keep falling,
The sword was swung towards the blocking sword, and the huge force of the collision even shook away the stones that had not yet fallen.
The corpse raised his left hand and was about to chop it down with a knife, when a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, as if it had struck a tall lightning rod.
Alger also leaped away under the lightning.
Audrey was in the distance, holding a dharma book with the book open, facing the lightning.
Suddenly her eyes widened and she jumped away. Almost at the same time, a huge slash from the lightning split the earth and passed through.
This slash tore to the end of the hall, splitting
To the wall, cutting from the floor to the towering ceiling, a full halfway up.
Although it did not cut through the wall, it did not even cut
Although it was deep, one could still see how powerful this attack was.
Audrey broke out in a cold sweat at the sight of this power. She then looked over at the corpse and saw it raising its hand as if to strike again.
But before it could make a move, dozens of pitch-black shackles suddenly jumped out and tied it up tightly.
"Now!" Emlyn stretched out his hand in mid-air to control it firmly, "Hurry up!!"
"Sure enough," Alger narrowed his eyes, the blade gleaming with sunlight, "Although there is the aura of a Storm Master...but the power is not yet mature...
"You call this not being hot enough?!" Emlyn roared, "If we get hit, we'll all die! Hurry up!!"
Hearing this, Alger struck down from mid-air,
The holy light of the sun descended from the sky and enveloped the corpse.
"Is it done?" Emlyn fell to the ground, his fingers waving unnaturally, "Can it be purified?"
"No," said Fowles,
Come, "Not enough, I can feel it hasn't lost its vitality yet."
"The previous lightning didn't do anything either," ODelly glanced at Lemanno's Travel Notes, "It's like it's dispersing on its own..."
"Can't I use the abilities of the [Storm] realm below the level of a demigod?"
Alger murmured, and involuntarily tightened his grip on the sword given by the church, which corresponded to the [Priest of Light].
"It's really troublesome..."
Inside the solar column, the sunlight suddenly expanded and exploded, blasting out a large stream of wind mixed with sunlight particles.
Its body had melted a little in the sun, but only a little, with a few holes burned in it.
But it is precisely in a certain hole that a secret treasure is hidden that has not yet been discovered by anyone.
Perhaps now, this secret treasure is welcoming someone who is trying to seize it.
Just like Solomon who ruled over the seventeen candles thousands of years ago.Chapter 198 Summoning Gate
Bolts of lightning struck, blasting huge scorch marks on the ground.
Above the scorch marks, the explosions created by lightning were so violent that each strike was comparable to the lightning arrows blessed by [Notarization] in the original "Groselle's Travels".
Fortunately, this corpse is not a demigod after all, and can only send out one bolt of lightning at a time.
Another bolt of lightning struck Audrey directly, illuminating her face. She had nowhere to hide from the lightning.
"God said, invalid!!"
The voice of [Notarization] came from Alger's mouth, and he jumped over and tore the lightning apart with a sword. The sunlight came in, the lightning dissipated, and Audrey was saved from being struck into charcoal.
"Miss Justice, please hide for a moment, leave this to us!!"
Alger spoke hastily, dodging another bolt of lightning.
"You will only be a hindrance in a head-on fight, please wait for your chance to act!!"
After saying this, Alger approached again and rushed towards the corpse.
Audrey stepped back silently, looking at the magic book in her hand without saying a word.
A strong wind swept through Alger's body, and he avoided the leaping lightning bolts, approached the corpse, and chopped it down with his sword.
The swords clashed with each other amid the crisp sound of metal collision, and sparks flew again and again as the swords were swung.
The sword rises, the knife falls, the collision of flesh extends to the weapon, surging in the cycle of hot blood and corpse gas, and in the collision of metal and iron, bright flowers of fire emerge.
Instantly, a beam of black light descended from midair and hit the battlefield. Emlyn stretched out his sharp claws, leaving a black mark as he swept towards the corpse.
[Corrosive Claw] stabbed the dead man's sharp knife, but was deflected by the blade's blocking and rushed to the back of the corpse. Emlyn turned around and attacked with another claw, slashing down.
The dead body dodged sideways, letting the claws carry it
The dark light exploded the ground, and he slashed with a sword, deflecting Alger's sharp blade. He then kicked back and deflected another sharp claw attack from Emlyn.
Following the inertia of the kick, the corpse turned around and kicked out suddenly. Even though Emlyn blocked it, he was forced backwards by the kick.
His feet dug into the ground, leaving long smoke trails. As he stepped back, black bat wings grew out from behind him and shattered in an instant.
Countless bats swarmed over and pounced on the corpse.
The corpse was seen spinning the blade, making knife flowers and drawing out several streaks of lightning. The blade of lightning tore through the rushing bats like a hot knife through butter, and it rushed out directly from the group of bats as if it was in an empty space.
A particularly large bat swooped down towards them. Seeing this, the blade chopped down without any hesitation, splitting the attacking bat in half.
Several more large bats came flying at him. The blade did not stop at all and swung out, easily splitting the first, second, and third bats, smashing them in the process.
The fourth one flew over...a medicine bottle.
The medicine bottle broke, and [Water of the Sun] sprayed all over the dead body's face and body, with a hissing sound and burning waves of white mist.
Under the white smoke, the corpse covered its face and took two steps back. Above and behind it was the figure of Alger with his right hand raised high.
Alger's sword fell suddenly, and with it fell a huge column of sunlight, which directly submerged the corpse and blew up large areas of bricks, stones and soil.
In the bright light, the corpse somehow raised the sword in time and successfully blocked the sword attack, holding on tightly.
"Yeah!!!!"
As Alger roared, the muscles in his arms swelled and he suddenly increased his strength, slashing straight down, chopping the sword all the way to the bottom.
The corpse's knife was then cut off, and in Alger
Under the sword, in the sun's light, a large piece of
Flesh and blood, large white smoke came out of it.
out.
"ROAR ...!!!!!!"
A terrifying roar erupted from within the sunlight.