Chapter 141 Drowned in the past

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In the half-collapsed temple, only a few stone pillars were still intact, and together they supported half of the main hall.

There is an altar full of cracks at the front of the main hall, and a dark, huge cross stands in the center of the altar.

Above the cross, there was a naked man hanging upside down. There were obvious rust-colored iron nails exposed on his ankles, his thighs, and his body, accompanied by bright red blood stains.

The "Fallen Creator" closed his eyes tightly, as if he was suffering guilt and pain.

——Before today, although Silver City discovered many destroyed cities during previous explorations and found some written records pointing to the evil god, most residents had never seen the so-called evil god statue.

Looking directly at the statue of the evil god may often be dangerous, so everyone averted their eyes after a brief observation.

The remaining part of the temple on the ground was not wide, and the exploration team quickly separated into groups of two or three to inspect it, and found no abnormalities.

Upon seeing this, Chief Colin of the "Six-person Council" considered this for a few seconds and said:

"Head underground."

While speaking, he quickly drew out one of the two swords on his back and applied a silvery-grey ointment on it.

Immediately afterwards, he took off a metal vial from the secret compartment of his belt, pulled out the stopper, and Gulu drank the potion inside.

At this moment, Derrick felt that the chief's light blue eyes seemed to become a little brighter.

The members of the exploration team made the most careful preparations. Under the illumination of four animal skin lanterns, they walked along the stairs to the left of the statue and walked step by step towards the underground area.

Derrick shifted to the position of holding the lantern, walking in front on the left, carefully going deep into the darkness.

He heard the footsteps of himself and his companions swaying from the surface of the stone steps, creating a distant and empty echo.

This echo was not disturbed in any way, indicating the absolute silence below, but in the hearts of each exploration team member, it was like a knock on the door, trying to open a secret that had been buried for countless years, and this made their spirits

Had to be very tight.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Derrick finally saw that the road ahead became smooth and he also saw the newly discovered mural described by the contaminated Dark Riggins.

Those murals exist in large areas on the walls on both sides, simply painted with some colors, making them look old, vicissitudes of life, and dim.

Derrick took a casual glance and was attracted by one of the murals:

On the wall in front of the left, a white cross stood in the center, surrounded by sea-like blackness, drowning many humans struggling to stretch out their arms.

On the cross is the "Fallen Creator" hanging upside down. The rusty iron nails and bloody stains are no different from the statues of gods outside.

But in this mural, the "Fallen Creator" is undergoing black erosion, so that the whiteness of the cross has become dark in some places.

In addition, the cross supports a hazy land, and countless humans kneel down to pray to the "fallen Creator".

Around the picture, in the deepest darkness, there are figures like six evil gods hidden.

In the upper left corner is a girl wearing a black classic dress. Her clothes are layered but not complicated, and are inlaid with many rays of light like stars. Her body is relatively blurred, with signs of ripples emanating from the outside, and her face is blurred.

, seems to be wearing a mask without facial features.

Around her, darkness was surging, and strange eyes were looming.

Directly above is a young man wearing a pure white robe. His face is painted pure gold, and radiant tentacles grow out.

His hands were holding a rotten green book and a spear made of condensed light, and the positions of his chest and vest were reversed.

In the upper right corner is a monster holding a trident. It has an octopus-like head, wide eyes, and is wrapped in lightning.

The feathers of countless birds formed its cloak, and the darkness turned into waves, supporting its feet.

On the lower right is a plump and soft lady, with her chest bulging high and naked outside her clothes. In her arms is a baby with a rotten face. Under her feet are black wheat ears with squirming pieces of flesh.

Spring water, pus-oozing herbs and wildly mating animals.

Directly below is an old man wearing a hood, showing his mouth, wrinkles and white beard.

The old man is holding an open book, with an eye symbolizing omniscience above it.

At first glance, this old man seemed the most normal, but there was something indescribably evil about the smile on his lips.

In the lower left corner is a giant warrior wearing tattered armor, wielding a long sword and sitting on a throne, with the desolate dusk in the background.

The meaning of this mural is that the cataclysm is coming, the evil gods crawl out of the abyss, and the "fallen creator" has endured most of the guilt and pain in order to save the world. As a result, the symbol has been eroded and the image has changed...

However, I think He is the biggest evil god... Derrick held the animal skin lantern and looked at the murals on the wall while walking. He found that they were basically consistent with Dark Riggins' description. The core theme was that the area he was in had not been destroyed.

Abandoned by God, we were instead blessed by the "Creator" and maintained civilization in the apocalypse.

Of course, Duck Riggins was only mentioned briefly before, and is far less detailed than what is presented in the mural itself.

Throughout the whole process, Derrick did not relax his guard. Following the lessons he learned from his previous stupidity, he was always on guard against accidents and was prepared to deal with them as soon as possible.

In the dim candlelight, the exploration team passed through corridors, halls, and rooms, going deep into the underground area of ​​the temple.

Suddenly, a half-open gray stone door appeared in front of them.

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After dinner, Klein put on his coat and hat and prepared to go out.

He is going to find Miss Sharon to solve the problem of a certain baron digging a tunnel, and also to ask for clues about the mermaid, trying to complete this matter before Detective Sherlock Moriarty goes south for "vacation".

Although the place is empty and the Baron's life is not important, Rafter Pound knows nothing about it, and he has some secrets that even Klein cannot learn through his psychic. Perhaps he can take this opportunity to find out.

after all.

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The bells rang out quietly at night, as if they were coming from a very far away place.

There is an abandoned chapel in the middle of Williams Street, with withered vines covering the walls and gray stones falling everywhere.

Inside the chapel, feces and debris are intertwined, and piles of stones and withered grass are alternated.

In the half-collapsed corner, a middle-aged man wearing tight black clothes removed the stones hiding the entrance of the cave. Carrying excavation tools, lighting equipment and an earth-moving basket, he carefully and excitedly got into the tunnel.

He has gray hair on his temples and swollen eyes. He is Baron Raft Pound, who is believed to have mental illness and is a hidden descendant of the Tudor family in the Fourth Age. This man is always entangled with high-end call girls.

The playboy's expression was solemn at this time, his eyes were bright, and there was no sign of being addicted to wine and sex.

He leaned on his elbows and climbed diagonally downwards quickly, as if the end of the tunnel contained his greatest and only hope in his life.

Not long after, he touched the cold stone in front of him.

This did not extinguish Rafter Pound's enthusiasm. He was groping and digging around in preparation. Suddenly, he knocked over something, which actually caused a chain reaction. The balance in the tunnel was suddenly broken, and in front of him

The indestructible sand and stone suddenly collapsed.

The sky was clear in front of him, the smoke and dust dispersed, and a dark underground palace appeared.

The huge collapse seemed to have been calculated and did not affect the tunnel where he was hiding at all. The huge underground space that suddenly appeared was three meters high, which was enough for people to walk normally.

At the end of the line of sight, a faint fire suddenly lit up, like an invitation.

Rafter Pound's expression suddenly became crazy with excitement. He struggled to crawl forward and left the narrow tunnel, his elbows dripping with blood. When he landed, he reached into his pocket and took out a

The coat of arms of black iron.

Above the coat of arms was a hand holding a scepter, which made Rafter Pound's eyes shine as if they were burning.

He solemnly put the black iron coat of arms on his chest, straightened his chest, and walked quickly towards the place where the fire was.

Along the way, there are countless ancient objects that appeared due to landslides, irregular candlesticks with exquisite workmanship, gates carved with patterned knives and axes, tables and chairs that still show ancient rough patterns after being dormant for thousands of years... Rafter Pound was surrounded by these things.

He walked, step by step, towards the end of the fire.

The ceiling of the dark and heavy underground palace was shattered, and the huge chandelier was only supported by an iron chain, hanging diagonally from above. The huge hole was like an eye, looking down at the descendants of Tudor who entered the place.

Step by step, heading towards heaven or Hades, Raft Pound never felt that the road of more than 100 meters was so long.

Finally, he came to the front of the fire and saw a bloody candle burning quietly on a huge black high-backed chair like a throne.

——The candlelight turned on, and the lights kicked off the palace.

All the ruins, wreckage, and ruins disappeared. Shadows filled the blind spots, blood covered the charred corridors, and the red and black curtains moved automatically without wind. When the figure on the throne opened his eyes, the palace suddenly became

Conquered by the iron law of fire and blood.

Spanning thousands of years, the source of the Tudor family's glory appeared in the eyes of Rafter Pound.

The Mad King wears iron armor, and the red priest, who symbolizes the flames of war, wears a white robe outside the black iron armor. It is thought that when He returns in triumph, the blood of his enemies and enemy gods will dye the white robe into a red that matches Him.

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He was silent, He stared, his eyes moved down a few minutes and then fell on the descendants kneeling at the foot of the steps with divine mercy. The Blood Emperor replaced words with silence, and turned his plain and cold smile into a beheading knife.

, so the minister could only continue to add weight to his life in fear.

At this moment, the back of the down-and-out descendant felt like it was being burned by a hot iron, with blood flowing out of it.

The silence in this period is deep and long-lasting, like the quietest eve of death. The Blood Emperor seems to exist just to be a statue, a symbol, and the epitome of a dynasty. Anyway, there are many people who will respect that name respectfully and humbly, crazily.

Chasing the shadows of the past, crawling forward and stretching out arms just to be qualified to kiss the small patch of shadow under the throne of the gods.

Rafter Pound Tudor knelt down devoutly. He had prepared for decades and spent his whole life's courage to come here. He had hidden countless ambitions and heroic words in his heart, but they were all revealed in front of the real Blood Emperor.

Turned into fly ash, not even daring to make a slightly louder gasping sound.
To be continued...