The advance team's temporary camp inside the giant snail was found not far away. The campfires and lighting equipment there had been extinguished, and there was no movement in the darkness. The Odessa investigation team re-illuminated the camp, and then they
I saw the scene I least wanted to see.
The advancing team led by three extraordinary people disappeared. Broken equipment and supplies were scattered on the ground piece by piece. After further detailed search, everyone found that the owner of the supplies had been torn into strange and abnormal pieces.
It fell to the ground. These pieces of flesh tissue were adhered to the broken bones, torn and twisted in some cruel and indescribable way, and were in an extremely twisted state. Some of the fragments were still hung with light yellow and bright red mucus.
Griffith knelt down on one knee on the ground where the foul-smelling liquid was flowing, and carefully examined the condition of the body. The limited remains showed that the victim died from strangulation or tearing, and a large part of his flesh, flesh, internal organs, and almost all of his body was missing.
Extraordinary properties and fat.
Most of the defensive formations and traps in the camp are in intact condition. A terrible attack came here, but the defense was not triggered. The jar-shaped containers mentioned in the previous message can be seen everywhere, and some have been broken. As for the one with the squid head and
The fossil of an unknown creature with claws of a crustacean has never been found.
"Professor Julian, where are Lord Erem and Lord Adbalan!?" Someone shouted in panic.
No one answered this question. After a while, Diaz tapped the ground with his spear: "I don't know about the others, but Lord Adbalan, there are some here."
Less than one meter in front of his toes, half of a twisted human face fell. This seemed to be the remaining part of one of Odessa's extraordinary beings, the high-level spell consultant and archaeologist Adbalan.
Beside the scattered remains and the horrific face, there were also pools of bright red semi-solidified liquid, shockingly dripping onto the ashen or pale minced flesh.
Diaz leaned over to check and then said:
"Ketchup."
"What?" Many people couldn't understand what the demon hunter said for a moment.
"I said this is ketchup," Diaz pointed to the red semi-solidified juice on the ground, and then looked at the damaged supply box not far away, "I think it was taken from the food box. The yellow one must be egg yolk
Sauce."
Whatever happened here, it must be very creepy and abhorrent. The Odessa investigators led by Professor Lafayette tried hard to put aside their feelings of nausea, disgust and fear and cheer up from the current predicament.
The professor rubbed his forehead and tried his best to maintain his sanity:
"Divided into three teams, I, the Kui Mansha brothers and sisters, and Patolion stayed here and continued to call survivors using the equipment here.
"Miss Wendy, Mr. Ben-Hur, take Mr. and Mrs. Dantès to the right; Mr. Diaz, Miss Willow, and Knight Milbane go to the left to check if they are still there. Bring the echo crystal to keep in touch. We will be there in ten minutes
Meet here."
Everyone, look at me and I look at you. Griffith first said: "It is not a good idea to spread the manpower at this time."
This proposal seems to be very popular. Even the powerful Diaz said: "This southern businessman has an odor that disgusts me, but I do not deny that his proposal is reasonable."
“Gathered here, we don’t know what attacked the advance team,” Professor Lafayette said. “Comrades, we are here for a great cause, and everyone is ready to sacrifice. Now, the cause has been attacked.
When faced with setbacks, if we just give up and escape from this terrible place, all our sacrifices will be in vain.
"Go ahead and do as I say. First take a look at what else is inside this conch. It would be even better if we can find survivors. Let us think about it calmly and then decide where to go with our career.
"Go, but be careful not to touch suspicious objects. If you find anything, come back as soon as possible."
…
The four people walked in silence. They each brought lighting equipment to illuminate their surroundings very brightly, and were always on guard against dangers emerging from the darkness.
Alandel walked beside Griffith and wrote words in his hand
"The Birren Hill will need another twelve hours to achieve initial operational capabilities, and then it will take six hours to arrive in nearby waters and stand by.
"Should we withdraw first?"
Griffith nodded, indicating that he understood, and then shook his head.
The origin of all this was that the people of Odessa activated the sealed object of the "death" pathway under the Weaving Banner of Life, but were led to the edge of the Sea of Chaos. According to them, this place is connected to the Turan Swamp, which is
A relic of the God of Dreams, or the palace of the "Lord".
Why are they searching for the relics of different gods? What does the mysterious path of "Dreamland" mean to them? Griffith doesn't know the answer yet, but the answer seems to be right in front of him and he cannot miss it.
"What wish do you want to realize?" Miss Wendy, who was walking in front, turned around and asked, interrupting his thinking.
"Um?"
"Don't hide it. Only people with extremely strong desires will come to God's Relics. Great careers and such are all bullshit." Miss Wendy opened the pendant box and showed everyone the inside and her own appearance.
Similar portrait of a little girl, "This is my sister. A dark magic experiment that went out of control took her away. Sometimes, I can feel her presence, nearby, but I can't see or hear her voice. My Lord
The oracle came down and told me that as long as I follow the guidance, I can meet her."
"You also received an oracle? This is amazing. I thought Naira was the only lucky one! Well, I mean, I didn't receive any oracle. I'm curious about how it feels.
"Mr. Ben-Hur said sincerely and verbosely, "My wish is to explore the ancient ruins. In the era before the Seven Gods came, there were many gods in this world. The humans who lived at that time, I mean, humans or species.
How do people feel?"
"Where do you get so many feelings?" Miss Wendy snorted, "In addition, you may have regarded the trolls' wilderness belief as the orthodox belief. This is an academic mistake. Why do scholars like you still confuse it?
.The gods of the wilderness are just some powerful mythical creatures with telepathic abilities, who are higher than the demigods. Calling them gods is an act of extreme ignorance and blasphemy."
The archaeologists who were criticized were stubborn: "Then they are greater than demigods, right? There are no existences above Sequence 4 in human history, but since there is Sequence 4, logically it shouldn't be
Are there Sequences 3, 2 and 1? Maybe there is also Sequence 0! If you ask me, gods are all living beings or energy forms with different spiritual strengths."
"I don't want to talk to infidels, so shut up. Where are M. Dantès and Mademoiselle Haidee?"
"Guess~" Alandel quickly picked up the topic.
"You're not here to ask for a child, are you? Well, it was a normal thing in the first place, but after it was associated with a mystery, it became so chilling." Miss Wendy shuddered, "Don't ask the unknown casually.
A mysterious existence praying for an heir, no one knows what a beautiful person like you could be pregnant with."
These Odessa people were doing the things of cultists, but they seemed to have good intentions. Griffith looked at Wendy and Ben-Hur who were mumbling incessantly, and suddenly thought of them and those extraordinary people.
They are all masters and researchers from the Higher School of Magic.
If you think about it carefully, it is really ridiculous that such a group of people would put down their quills, pick up weapons and run to the ruins of the Outer Gods to risk their lives.
"I want to explore the secret of resurrecting the dead," Griffith said suddenly. He had a feeling that he could find a lot of information that would be beneficial to him here.
"Resurrect the dead!"
"who!?"
Mr. Ben-Hur and Alandel shouted together in a low voice. The archaeologist added in a fuss: "Please forgive me for being rude, but this is very interesting!"
"Well," Griffith acted very calmly, looking down at Alandel who was holding his arms, "ex-girlfriend."
"..." Miss Captain's slender eyebrows almost stood up in shock.
"Oh, what a simple and unpretentious wish," Miss Wendy said nonchalantly, "at least half of the people in the team came for this purpose."
"I heard Naira is the same." Ben-Hur said.
“Who is He going to resurrect?”
"I don't know," the archaeologist scratched his head, "On October 30, the day of the tragedy in Summer Palace Square, many aristocratic families suffered misfortune."
"I know this," Miss Wendy responded, "few of the twelve girls who served the false saint escaped alive. They all came from noble families. Naila must have lost someone important.
"
"But the professors just use him as a tool," the archaeologist said with regret and sympathy. "They make him the hand of God, but they don't let him listen to the oracle. Don't you think this is inappropriate... What's the matter?
?”
Miss Wendy stopped suddenly, and the archaeologist bumped into her back. Everyone stopped together and looked up at the light of the magic ball in the witch's hand.
Griffith saw a group of twisted tentacles entwined on the chitinous carapace above his head, decaying and destroying at an alarming rate. A rotten limb that was about to break even hung down and hung within reach.
The four people almost subconsciously stretched out their hands towards this thing. By the time they reacted, all their hands were already on the tentacles.
The moment he touched the twisted arthropod, a series of chaotic occult knowledge appeared in Griffith's mind like lightning. He had a splitting headache, and his head seemed to have been stuffed with something, and then divided with a knife.
He realized that this was the incarnation and body of the God of Dreams in the world, and the flesh and blood remains of an ancient being called the "Master". It was left behind by the ancient alien gods during an unsuccessful invasion long ago.
A creation transformed from fragments.
This huge creature is lifeless, and the remaining flesh, flesh and spiritual energy have polluted this place into a hatchery of mutation and terror.
The mysterious power of the "dream" path penetrates into every corner here.