Jia Meng stood in the silent corridor, with stone pillars supporting the darkness. Beyond the stone pillars was the rolling sea of fog. The thick mist was like sea water, with waves rising from time to time, spreading to the corridor, and submerging Jia Meng's eyes.
foot.
Walking to the edge of the corridor, he looked down at the turbid sea of fog, as if Jameng was above the sky, but he knew very well that this was not the sky, on the contrary, but the deep underground.
The shield guards call this place the Mist Abyss Fortress, a hidden fortress located in the lower section of the Great Rift and almost completely sunk into the sea of fog.
It seems that the shield guards built this place in secret. The secret virtual realm protected this place, and the cover of the sea of fog. They have been lurking here since the secret war, and they have not been discovered so far, even by the Bureau of Order.
is also like this.
Jia Meng had imagined that he would actually touch the throne, but his recent experience still made him feel psychedelic, as if he was in a dream, unable to distinguish between reality and reality.
Sometimes Jia Meng felt that he had returned to the Pillar of Kingship. The atmosphere of this building was so similar, dead silence and silence, and there was conspiracy accumulated in the silence.
But he soon threw away these messy thoughts, left the edge of the corridor, and headed deeper into the fortress.
Now Jamon is no longer the king's secret sword, but a shield guard serving the Shadow King. He does not need to doubt anything, as long as he faithfully carries out his orders until the king he is loyal to touches the real throne and takes back the usurped throne.
of royal power.
Stepping into the deep darkness, Jia Meng once again came to the area where he first met the Shadow King. Only this time, under the glass circle, there was no Shadow King. Instead, there was a third seat waiting there. He lowered his head.
He lowered his head and looked through the glass at the sea of fog below.
Looking at the familiar figure, there is no difference between the figure in the third seat and the shape in the memory, even though seven years have passed.
Cold iron armor covered his body, and his face was obscured by the shadow of the helmet, but the trajectory of his sight could still be observed.
Stare at the sea of fog.
In the Fog Abyss Fortress, you can often see shield guards staring at the fog sea. At first, Jameng didn't understand what was so interesting about this fog sea, but since he knew what was under the fog sea, he often couldn't help but
Watching.
There was a bit of curiosity in the eyes, but more of it was fear, fear that they were actually so close to that kind of thing, and even wanted to feed on its flesh and blood.
Thinking of this, Jia Meng felt a phantom pain in his hand, which was his broken limb.
He still remembered the strange flesh and blood fished out of the sea of mist, and it was hard to imagine that there was such a thing hidden under the big crack.
"The third seat."
Jia Meng lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice.
Hearing the call, the third seat withdrew his gaze, turned around and looked at Jameng, listening to his report.
"The Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce is gathering on the Hesitating Fork Road. They are preparing to launch an auction to obtain more value to pay taxes to the tyrant."
Jia Meng told the information in his mind. Every time he recognized the information, he would feel a sense of insignificance and fear.
Jameng was once very arrogant, thinking that he had become a believer and had been awarded a secret sword. In his eyes, the world was no longer broad and huge, but small and within reach.
But as he served the Shadow King, more and more taboo information poured into his mind. Only then did Jia Meng realize that the world was far grander than he imagined. He was once like a prisoner in a cave, seeing projections from the outside world.
The shadow that comes in is thought to be the whole world.
"It is certain that the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce has obtained the 'Immortal Heart', which is a sacred object of the Orangutan Sect, and those cultists have also sneaked into the Great Rift to take back the sacred object."
Observing the reaction of the third seat from the corner of his eyes, Jia Meng continued.
"The Bureau of Order has discovered traces of the Orangutan Sect, but they don't know the existence of the Immortal Heart yet. Once they know it, they will definitely go out in force and even conduct a large-scale cleansing of the Great Rift."
After a moment of silence, the voice from the third seat rang out.
"This is natural. The Bureau of Order will never allow the Immortal Heart to fall into the Great Rift, even close to the Great Rift." The third seat's eyes were hidden in the shadows. "In the final analysis, our contradiction is nothing more than
The interests are different, but once the immortal heart awakens that thing, it will only cause absolute destruction."
"Those lunatics from the Orangutan Sect will never let go of this opportunity... I'm afraid they didn't even think about taking back the Immortal Heart, but just released it on the spot." Jia Meng said, there is no need for such a thing.
Guess, those crazy people will definitely do this.
"Do you want to send the news to the Order Bureau?" Jamon asked tentatively.
As the third seat said, many times the conflicts between different organizations are just interests. When their interests are consistent, they don't mind helping each other.
"No need, our goal is also the Immortal Heart. Giving the news to the Order Bureau will only attract their attention." The third seat said.
"They have taken it seriously, and the fourth group's outpost is right at the throat." Jia Meng said.
"The Bureau of Order knew about the emergence of the Orangutan Sect, but no matter what, they didn't expect that the Immortal Heart was here, right? Even if they did, they wouldn't know that the holy object is actually in the hands of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce."
Hearing what the third seat said, Jamon fell silent, and then he asked.
"What should we do next? While the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce is launching an auction, raid the venue and steal the sacred objects?"
"I'm still thinking," the third seat thought, "the guys from the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce have brought a lot of good things this time, and it is said that there is also a cherished 'fruit'"
"Fruit?" Jia Meng became confused.
"I don't know about this either. It is difficult for our intelligence network to penetrate into the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce. But what is certain is that these wandering merchants must have brought extremely expensive goods in order to transfer such value to the tyrants.
Sacrifices...or taxes."
The third seat quickly finalized the idea and gave instructions to Jia Meng.
"I can't take action directly. The Bureau of Order seems to have no supervision over the Great Rift, but it's still too difficult for a defender like me to avoid their sight."
"The most important thing is that we can't be exposed yet." Jarmon said.
"Yes, my power is still very easy to identify. The Bureau of Order can easily guess what is going on, and even...guess who he is."
The third person deliberately emphasized the word "him", and Jia Meng knew who he was referring to.
Shadow King.
As a member of the Shield Guard, Jia Meng understands who the true identity is hidden under the Shadow King's robe.
He had been mentally prepared for a long time, but when he really confirmed all this, a strong impact still swept through his heart. First he was sluggish and confused, and then he was almost overflowing with joy.
He is still alive and planning a counterattack to regain the usurped power.
"I understand." Jamon responded.
Every time he thought of this, Jia Meng's heart was swallowed up by a nameless sense of fanaticism, and he felt that even if he died for that person, there would be nothing wrong with him.
"Don't worry too much. Hardy will be responsible for all this. With a person in charge, there shouldn't be any mistakes." The third seat said.
Hearing Hardy's name, Jarmon nodded more firmly.
Led by a power bearer and followed by several believers and condensers, this force has grown to a certain level. In some small countries, they can even overthrow the government overnight.
At this time, a whimpering sound sounded, and a bloody figure was dragged over, as if someone had deliberately tortured him. The surface of the man's skin was cut evenly, with countless wounds all over his body, and blood continued to flow.
There was oozing, but each wound was not fatal, allowing the man to stay alive.
Jarmon knew what was going to happen next. He slowly retreated and stood on the side of the glass round bottom. The third seat waved to the other shield guards, and they dragged the man to the third seat's feet little by little.
The winch rotated slowly, and an iron hook hung down from above. It just happened to pass through the central gap on the glass round bottom. It seemed that this was a real fishing tool.
"That thing likes to be alive, don't let him die so easily." The third seat said.
The shield guard nodded, took out an injection and injected it into the man's body. He screamed again, his face flushed, and his vitality was completely stimulated.
This medicine has serious side effects, but for a man, the side effects are not important, after all, he will not live until the side effects occur.
The third person dragged the iron hook and mercilessly penetrated the man's abdomen. In the severe pain, the man's eyes were red and blood was dripping down.
Afraid that the iron hook would tear the man's body apart in the process, iron chains were tied around his body, his limbs were tied, and then hung on the chains of the iron hooks.
"no, do not want."
The man's mouth barely made such a sound, and he could no longer utter a complete sentence.
"What a pity. If you were a Sublime One, you would be more attractive to it."
The third seat shook his head regretfully, waved his arm, the winch turned rapidly, and the man fell into the sea of fog along the gap in the center of the circle.
This feeling is like falling from a building, but the man's experience is far more painful than falling from a building. As he goes deeper into the sea of fog, his vision is completely blocked by the iron-gray thick fog, followed by a severe burning sensation coming from his skin.
The corrosive mist bit into the man's body, his skin was quickly burned, his vision began to blur, and the highly toxic gas poured into his throat, making him unable to speak again.
Under the influence of the medicine, the man still maintained his strong vitality, and these injuries were not enough to kill him completely.
Pulled by the hook rope, the man fell for nearly tens of seconds and crashed through the sea of fog.
In his blurred vision, he saw the iron-gray earth. After another ten seconds, the hook rope was extended to the limit. The man's figure swayed in mid-air, and finally stopped at a position only about one meter above the ground.
The inertia of the fall caused the iron hook to tear off his internal organs, but the chains on his body fixed his body, preventing him from shattering in mid-air. His remaining consciousness was maintained by the medicine. He used his only eyesight to observe
around.
I can't see clearly, I can't see anything clearly, everything is just gray, like the world after death.
Absolute silence lasted for a while, and then a rustling sound sounded, coming from the man beneath me. Soon the sound became boiling and hot, as if everything was coming to life.
The man didn't know what happened. At the end of his life, he only saw the dazzling scarlet protruding from the darkness, like a blooming flower, wrapping him in its stamens.
…
Scarlet red branches resurrected from beneath the earth like wriggling vines. They extended and covered the man's corpse. The surface of the flesh was covered with tiny mouthparts, feasting on the fresh flesh.
Slight vibrations came from all directions, and soon more scarlet broke through the soil, waking up from their long sleep. In the blink of an eye, the rugged and sunken gray rift valley was filled with waves of scarlet like a rising tide.
