Time passed quietly with the clear sound of water drops in the cave, and Edward was silent. He looked at the two huge metal creations in front of him.
Although the paladin calls that thing a battlefield, what is cast on the huge bronze door seems to be a scene depicting dragons, giants, devils, giant snakes... and countless other terrifying monsters devouring humans——
The forefront of the battlefield... The metal casting process is so delicate, vivid, and amazing, even the torn human bodies, faces, and eyes mixed in between the fangs of the huge monsters.
Desperate fears are vividly alive.
Even if everything is that light green color, even if it is just the sight of it, it will still give people an illusion, as if the collision of intertwined iron and iron is ringing in the ears, the spirit and -
The howl of flesh... It's like the thick blood is filling the eyes, overflowing in the space, covering every corner of the sight, as if... it's sealed on the metal, from the torrent of time
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That is a kind of power.
A kind of cold and hot oppressive force comes from the metal, but it has the power to shake people's hearts. That kind of nameless weight buried in history makes those who see this scene breathe heavily and gradually become numb.
And indulge in it... and they will become active at any time, and eventually turn into the real reality happening in front of you.
Under the sky-covering flames spewed by the giant dragon, under the thunder and lightning thrown by the giant, under the continuous poison transformed by the giant snake, under the endless darkness spread by the devil... there are shouts all around.
, the sound of weapons chopping on flesh and blood, the sound of metal and bone shattering together. The echoes of hymns and the whispers of magic, together created a strange and majestic concerto, and the fragments fell one after another like snow and rain.
, golden, bloody, black, countless fragments of souls.
The heartbeat, the flow of blood, and even thinking seemed to have stopped in this strange killing, leaving only the burning heat that constantly impacted the soul, the burning heat of life, and the endless enveloping coldness, the coldness of death.
Time passed like this minute by minute...like a blink, like a hundred years.
But suddenly, everything started flowing again.
The young paladin trembled slightly, but his mind had already woken up from the fantasy - what woke him up was a strange sound, like rolling thunder coming from a place far away. The so-called beginning was just
There was a subtle trembling that was so weak that it was almost impossible to catch it with hearing, and then it was the whistling of the wind across the rocks, but then it gradually became louder and turned into an endless wave... rumbling into one.
"Hey! What are you going to do? Stop!"
The paladin couldn't help but let out a scream.
Only then did he notice that at one end of his sight, the figure had already crossed the smooth and flat passage in front of the stone monument. At this moment, he was standing quietly in front of the metal gate. The young figure of the hunter was standing in this huge
His creation seemed so small before, but it seemed to be very big because the entire scene on the door was blocked in front of him.
The echo of that voice came from in front of him.
It was the sound of metal friction, but it sounded like the howls of those ancient giant beasts. However, the calm space around it showed that the vibration was not caused by air flow or environmental changes, but an ancient and profound force that penetrated directly.
The voice that enters my head...
Therefore, the shouting stopped abruptly. He could only be surprised and watched quietly, watching the young figure reach forward and touch the palm of the giant door covered with carvings, and then... that huge
The door slowly retreated.
Just like the songs in those epics, the scene in the story. The huge palace opens to people the door that has been dusty for thousands of years.
It's just that it's not that yearning, but cookie-cutter poem. There is no powerful monster coming out of this huge door, nor is it a god looking down at all living beings. There is only a slight friction sound, followed by an awe-inspiring silence.
.Let that low voice also become louder.
"Those who enter this gate must give up all hope... Wouldn't this be more handsome?"
After muttering to himself in a low voice, Edward's eyes penetrated the gap that the huge door slowly opened. It was pitch black inside, and a gust of wind blew out from inside, causing the tips of his clothes and hair to flutter. But there was no wind.
The smell of dusty mold is just a hint of heavy air.
Water, no, a cold breath like ice.
So the hunter smiled, sighed, and then moved forward.
There is no suitable way out to retreat. Running around like a headless fly in this dark underground will only accelerate your own death. You are not allowed to enter? But if you really can't enter, why bother to build such a door? If this door is
The founder is not a fool, so he should know that even if it is simply blocked with a wall, it can at least achieve a certain purpose.
What's more, the most reasonable explanation now is that behind this door is the ancient city that the black-robed mage said sunk underground.
Then, the words on this inscription become more symbolic - just like the sentence on the more famous triple door - or in other words, far less.
Behind the door is a stone staircase as wide as the street that extends forward.
But it's not actually very long. At the end of the line of sight, there is a glimmer of light.
The moment he stepped out of the corridor, a gleam of light poured down from several commanding heights, bringing out a bright blue color and reflecting the empty ground into the young man's field of vision.
A city that has been silent for thousands of years, buried under the dust of history.
The silence of more than ten centuries was broken by the sound of subtle footsteps. Edward squinted his eyes and scanned the dark, layered shadows at the far end of his sight - huge stones piled up into tall buildings.
, piled up into towering towers, piled up into countless spiers, and countless stalagmites hanging down like fangs and swords on the dome also shrouded in hazy darkness, forming a sudden reflection.
There was no sound.
Only the composition, decoration, sculptures and layout of the walls and alleys, windows and doors in the field of vision reveal the prosperity and bustle they should have. However, at this moment, it seems that they have experienced countless births and deaths, and the former glory is now only
Quiet indifference remains, and only death gives them a different kind of infinite solemnity.
As Edward walked down the somewhat damaged corridor, the monotonous footsteps became more complicated. The sound of metal boots got closer and closer, and finally turned into a dissatisfied hum. But in the end, the paladin did not say anything.
What, perhaps, he has also been infected by the tranquility here, and he just followed Edward quietly, even his breathing was a little inaudible.
Edward only hesitated slightly, then walked towards the source of light in his field of vision - that was the most noble building. The bright blue light radiated outward from its top, rendering the sharp stones there like an ice crystal.
, the sword of ice.
The hunter didn't know exactly what was there, but the blue stone slabs carved out the clearest path among the buildings. Although it was long, it was wide.
According to general rules, this huge road will lead to the core of the city, and according to those legends, the center of the magical city is where their greatest legacy lies.
Yes... everything is just a legend.
Edward suddenly trembled slightly...
It was not because of the cold, but an inexplicable trembling. Everything around seemed to be shaking... The darkness and light changed in an instant, causing slight dizziness.
When he looked away from the far side, the corner of the hunter's mouth twitched involuntarily. He shook his head slightly, looked around, and then couldn't help but let out a small surprise.
"Did you notice?"
he said, and received the same look of surprise on the paladin's half-hidden face.
Everything around them has quietly changed in an unknown amount of time - the long bluestone avenue is hidden in the endless darkness in the field of vision behind them, and the door or even the door when they came can no longer be seen in their sight.
In the corridor and in the distance of the field of vision, everything was still vast and peaceful, but only in front of him and within a few hundred feet around him, a gust of cold wind was blowing quietly.
A shuddering cold wind carried thick mist. In the blink of an eye, the field of vision was decorated with a dim silver.
In the field of vision, the stone houses seemed to be in a world of ice and snow. The long ice prisms became clear and connected one after another. The air was filled with thick mist that appeared at an unknown time. And it seemed to be spraying everywhere.
Pushing... When Edward looked at his surroundings again, the surroundings at the far end were completely white, and he couldn't even tell how big the space was.
"Oh no……"
The paladin's scream made Edward stunned, and then he looked in the direction he was looking - the white mist there suddenly parted, and a huge white creature flapped its wings and suddenly parted the mist and flew forward, creating a huge sense of oppression.
It instantly enveloped the entire space...
By the gods!
At this moment, Edward suddenly felt numb all over his body and could not move.
In the vast expanse of white, he saw the whole shadow - a beautiful and terrifying creature. Its slender body was covered with mirror-like bluish light, composed of layers of tiny parts.
, at several ends, condensed into sharp and chilling claws and a slender tail covered with jagged protrusions, as well as huge wing membranes that vibrated powerfully, tearing apart the gradually thickening mist, pulling it inside.
A strange flowing vortex emerges.
And at the front of all this is a head composed of a variety of creatures.
The beak-like mouth opened slightly, revealing the sharp teeth distributed in it, drawing white traces of ice mist in the air; and under the tall, beautiful fin crown, a pair of white paint-like eyeballs rotated slightly
, numbly cast a cold gaze from the sky.
It was a dragon, a beautiful and deadly monster. It flapped its wings in the air and turned around. The end of its gaze was locked on the two uninvited guests standing on the ground.;
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