"No...can...can...!" Grove, who was already like a human scale, heard Integra's words and made a somewhat desperate voice. The voice was transmitted through the brass-like shell, carrying a few... Metal vibrato.
When Integra heard this, he sighed and said:
"Nothing is impossible. Never underestimate the power of the true God, am I right? Your Majesty Trunsoest."
Listening to Integra's words, Grove's body became more and more distorted, turning into a shape similar to the scale integrated into his body, while his two arms representing the scales changed from one high to one low. Slowly becoming balanced, it seems that someone is constantly adjusting the items on both ends of the scale.
When the two arms returned to the state of being held flat, the shallow golden liquid in the golden lake began to squirm again, but this time, they did not form an ooze monster, but were combined in a more refined way to form something closer. The appearance of a human being is only similar in appearance. It still has no facial features and is completely golden. It looks like a golden candy man.
"I'm curious, what did you guess?"
A majestic voice came out from the body of this golden candy man, with a somewhat metallic trembling sound effect. Integra bent his knees slightly, and although he was not wearing a skirt, he still performed a very standard Loen noble salute.
Then, she returned to her standing position and replied in a brisk voice:
"Of course I can see His Majesty's painstaking efforts."
"Oh?" The golden candy man made a curious voice. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill the beings in the room, or was waiting for something. Integra was not in a hurry either, and said simply:
"The reason Prince Grove dares to come is probably because he thinks you can't still be 'alive'. After all, unlike the Black Emperor, the Judge does not have such convenient abilities. As the enforcer of order, the Judge must be loyal to the order and cannot be resurrected. , and it is difficult to transform into evil spirits.”
"You don't seem to think so?" The golden candy man became a little less majestic and a little more playful. Integra nodded as if he was just chatting:
"Of course, after all, before you became a judge, you were first a Prince Murderer, looking for loopholes and taking advantage of order. This is the way of life you are accustomed to, just like it is now. If the layout of this room is not too obvious, I would never have imagined that a judge would actually judge me."
"..." The golden candy man paused slightly, and Prince Grove, who was already indistinguishable from a scale, made a metallic crunching sound. Only the six MI9 survivors behind Integura were still alive. He was in a confused state and didn't seem to understand what Integra meant.
"You actually saw it." After a short silence, the golden candy man made a somewhat surprised voice, but Integra nodded without pride:
"It's just a matter of working backwards from the structure of this room."
As she spoke, she bent down and gently stroked the blue lines under the pipes with her hands, those thunder-like patterns, as if she was quietly experiencing the slow process of their collapse.
"The scales, the blood pool, and the core, these three things are so important. For the sake of this ship, it would be better to place them in different rooms, but they are placed together, which is even more speechless. What's strange is that the pipeline, which is the weak point, is actually laid on the surface so openly. You know, we have passed at least thirty compartments along the way, but we have not seen similar pipelines in any compartment. This can at least prove that they It can be alluded to underground. The only possibility I can think of is that these things are just ink dots on white paper, distractions used to attract attention."
"Interesting, what else?" The golden candy man made a sound of admiration, even with a tone of interest.
"Didn't I say it? You judged yourself, so of course you are covering up the fact that you are a 'prisoner'!"
Integra's tone was still brisk, and he even took two small steps to reach the position directly opposite the brass door, stroking the huge table there with his hand——
"The judge cannot be resurrected, but the judge can customize the law, judge the sinners, and impose punishments. Therefore, you customized the law, judged yourself, and imprisoned yourself on this ship in the form of an evil spirit.
This room is the prison where you are serving your sentence. If I guessed correctly, you should have sentenced yourself to a 'life sentence' and used the name of 'punishment' to maintain your sanity. You should even have set up a prison for yourself.
The condition for 'reducing the sentence', and Prince Grove is the 'meritorious performance' you used to 'remove the sentence', right?"
"Very good, you are really smart. You are more like an insight than a witch." The golden candy man applauded without hesitation, but the sound was filled with the sound of metal, but then he suddenly
The conversation changed and he said slightly doubtfully:
"However, since you really know, why don't you stop this idiot? Although you have been 'punished', you shouldn't be able to stop him, right?"
"Stop? Why stop?" Integra asked in an extremely innocent tone, as innocent as a little girl asking why there is a war.
"oh?"
The golden candy man had obvious doubts about Integuera's words, but Integuera waved his hands indifferently and said:
"You want to be resurrected, and I also hope that you will be resurrected. I just tried to persuade you to cooperate with him all the way. If he didn't listen, I just saved myself the trouble of finding an unlucky guy to die with."
"You want to resurrect me? Do you think I will let you go?" The golden candy man's tone became more and more surprised, but Integra shook his head and said:
"I don't think you'll let anyone go, but I hope you come back to life."
"!
!" The MI9 members standing behind Integra were stunned. It was difficult to understand how a witch could act like a fanatical believer.
Not only MI9, but also the golden candy man was a little stunned at this time, but he seemed to have thought of something and said:
"Are you my descendant?"
"Of course not." Integra shook her head. The smile on her face gradually left the innocent category, and the shadows spread from her feet. She stared at the golden candy figure whose outline became more and more delicate and real.
, said in a slightly solemn tone:
"After all, you have painstakingly set up three sets of structures. If you cannot be resurrected, how can I take away the characteristics of the Hand of Order?"
"Hahaha... you actually know! You actually see through this! No, no! You are definitely not a witch! Let me guess - a clairvoyant? An occult scholar? A master of prophecy? Or... a mad mage?"
Except that the color was still golden, the golden candy man was no different from ordinary people. He let out a hair-raising laugh, but Integra shook his head with a smile:
"No, but what's so hard to guess about this? Blood pool, scales, and you. The blood pool is the power of the creator. On the one hand, it creates monsters as your 'anchor', and at the same time, it also creates your resurrected body."
Body; Libra is undoubtedly a balancer. On the one hand, it maintains the order and rules of the Ghost Empire. On the other hand, it is also the main trap of this room. It is a tool for you to "achieve meritorious service and obtain a reduced sentence"; then the question is, the hand of order
Where is it? After much thought, it can only be the cage where an angel and evil spirit has been imprisoned for thousands of years, right?"
