"But I can't see anything special now. Do you need to take off your eyes?"
As he said that, Soshiyang stretched out his hand and removed the two red gems stuffed into the sockets of the skull, but there was nothing in his sockets.
"Um?"
He tossed and turned the skull for a long time, then looked at Amnak again.
"What's the situation? Nothing."
Amnak walked over, picked up the skull and looked at it for a while, then frowned.
"It's true... nothing special. Is it only useful for those who fear the dead?"
After Amnak said this, Soshiyan also felt it made sense, so he took the Skin Skull, and then his hands were covered with silver liquid metal energy.
Almost for a moment, at the moment when he even turned his gaze toward this skull, he found himself in a dark palace with an open door ahead.
Soshiyang walked along the stairs and smelled a stinking stinking before he even entered it. The smell was even stronger than the battlefield under the scorching sun.
As he approached, he soon heard some metallic screams.
At first, it was a distant and lonely shouting sound, like a suffocating, semi-mechanical scream that leaked from an old and disrepaired machine, and it continued to cycle intermittently, and finally turned into a buzzing sound with no rhythm.
Then hundreds of harsh, extremely eager to hunt howls resounded throughout the dark hall, as if the screams were made by the tomb itself in pain and incomparable hunger.
But Soshiyang was not afraid and walked straight into the door.
What caught my eye was a corrupt temple full of corrupt flesh and blood, skin, and dirty bones. An extremely large number of skinned people gathered here, hunched over, like scavengers surrounding the dying beasts. The many wet minced meat and skin hanging all over their bodies, some of which looked dry and rotten, some were even quite fresh, and there were many kinds.
The ones that Soshiyan can recognize are green-skinned, tall, Aida, and humans, and some human remains are even familiar. For example, they are wearing a starry army helmets and half of the wreckage behind the skinned person like a doll, and the sagging skin with fragments of the National Church robe draped on metal like a sheet...
Almost all skinners have a unique shape, the only thing similar is that their huge claws are shining with cold light in the dim light.
Soshyan originally thought they were doing some kind of ritual, but the scene was more like a carnival, as if they had just successfully completed some great adventure.
And for some reason, after listening to it for a long time, Soshiyang even felt that their crazy sounds sounded like they were...singing.
The one who got their singing was a towering throne, composed of a large amount of skeleton and flesh, sitting on it...
Soshiyang narrowed his eyes.
It was a giant, wearing evil armor that looked like white bones and scarlet muscles, holding a wine glass made of silver skulls, leaning lazily against the backrest of the throne that looked like a spine, and staring at him with a sneer.
And his face was exactly the same as Soshiyang.
Or, the person on the throne is him...
"Lando Gore, put away this trick, it won't save you."
The mocking words rolled down Soshiyan's tongue, and he ignored the cringe skinned people around him and walked towards the throne step by step, the power in his voice grew stronger and stronger.
At this time, he on the throne also said slowly:
"I am you, Soshiyan, from the moment you master the Temple of the Skinders, I am you."
Soshiyang stopped in front of the throne, looking down at the other side, stepping on the sticky flesh and blood and broken bones.
"I get it, you are the ruins... you ran out again, and you have swallowed the fragments of Lando Gore."
"Hahaha--"
On the throne, he burst into laughter, shaking the entire temple rumbling. The skinned people fell to the ground one after another. At the same time, the temperature in the hall dropped sharply, just like a sudden gust of wind in the cold night in the desert.
At the same time, the light was extinguished at some point, and countless hissings came from around Soshiyang, like a nest of snakes squirming.
However, the more he heard it, the more he knew it was not just a murmur, but a whisper. There were many people talking, male, female, young, old, some firm tone, others trembled and feared, and some were angry and hated...
Soshiyang snorted coldly and punched forward, but nothing hit. Instead, there were more subtle screams around him, howling desperately, cursing with spit, or a sound of begging for release. The deceased's words grew louder and louder until he could tell the voice of everyone inside.
Everyone wants to be heard, shouting to break through the noise.
Many messages poured into Soshiyang's consciousness, and he finally realized the truth of the skinning curse - they are "living people" trapped in the metal body. The curse factor formed by the tiny fragments of the star god activated their mechanical circuits, but the "living" consciousness cannot be accommodated in the "dead" shell, so they are crazy, hate, and even disguised.
Although the hall was as cold as a deep pool at this moment, Soshiyang felt that his body became as charred as fire.
Then a pressure came from his chest - it was light at first, but as time went on, the pressure began to grow and become more and more obvious, until he felt as if countless hands were pulling him.
The clearer their voices became, the stronger this invisible force became.
Suddenly, a painful wail - Suoshiyang thought the sound came from himself for a moment, but then realized that it was countless skinned people.
Soshiyang clenched his fists and shouted angrily.
"Enough!"
The darkness instantly gave way to the bloody lights, and the howlings were pulled away together.
However, Soshiyang was surprised to find that he had been sitting on the throne of minced bones, just like the one he had just now, but he was holding a wine glass made of silver skull in his hand, and the armor on his body also turned into clear-lined skeletons and scarlet muscles.
Those skinned people crawled quietly on the ground, as if they were kneeling down to worship the gods.
Soshiyan closed his eyes and digested everything that had just happened. Does the ruins swallowing the fragments of Lando Gore mean that it is stronger and more uncontrollable? It has never appeared in front of him directly in the past.
Or is this also its plan to make oneself suspicious?
But putting aside these things, Soshiyan himself also obtained the secret and power of Lando Gore. Although it may be only a small part, it has also made a qualitative leap. Now it is difficult for him to say what level he has reached.
Chapter completed!