Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 524
A human face flickered in the darkness.

It is made of gold, but it is as dull and old as it is covered with mildew. Six empty eye holes surround the head, and the interior is dark and unobservable. Each one is like a bottomless pit that can swallow people. .The blind human face, likewise devoid of ears, nose, or gills, had a strange sternness mingled with pain beneath the sickly wrinkled skin.Right in front of his huge face, a slender golden road hangs across the void.

This golden road, big enough to accommodate three people in parallel, was brand new and splendid, with countless indescribably strange faces engraved on the surface, and the dome staring at them with their equally empty eyes.Both ends of this golden road are cliffs, which can only lead to the endless and treacherous cold darkness below.A row of stairs slanted down from the middle of the golden road, allowing outsiders to board the road full of faces at that moment.However, even the lowest step does not touch the golden path, maintaining a thin gap as thin as paper.

What really provides support for the golden road is a slender golden rod that is inserted straight into the abyss below.It is only the thickness of an ordinary flagpole, and it is unbearable compared to the entire golden road, but it is actually extremely strong, neither bending nor swaying, supporting the balance of the golden road for countless years, in the face of the blind colossus It stands quietly in front of it, like a scale rising from the gloom.

Allerica stands at the right end of this terrible scale, clinging to the dead end that leads nowhere.The air weighed heavily on her shoulders and back, forcing her to stand still, unable to move.She kept her composure, and looked at the giant statue that seemed to look at her with empty eye holes.

On the top of this frightening space, there are countless radial trapezoidal and circular gold plates evenly divided by horizontal lines, and finally build a majestic and majestic dome-shaped zenith.Those densely packed horizontal lines, although they are so dense that it is dazzling, are extremely neat and precise.No matter where they are on any plate, the two horizontal lines can always cut out a part of equal area with the edge seam.The entire dome is not only a perfectly symmetrical whole, but also countless uniform and equal smallest units.Under this superb architectural art, the abyss leading to the nether world lurks quietly, waiting for the prisoner standing on the slender golden scale with its terrifying huge mouth.

Allerica is not the only prey to be coveted.At the far left end of the golden road opposite her, she saw a golden guardian escorting her two accusers.The goblin looked dazed and startled, while the doll looked much calmer.It gazed at the eyeless colossus with its button eye, and Yareriga guessed it knew something too.

That's not top secret.All kinds of rumors about the "Judgment Hall" are not only inscribed on the public walls at both ends of the gate city, but also linger in the tongues of the people in the market.This legend is closely related to the existence of the Golden Guardian.These golems have roamed the Gate City ever since it was known, keeping order at their master's will.Sometimes, in some unexpected violent conflict, some guardian statue is smashed, or fell into some kind of point of no return, its remnants will quickly weather, but the guardians patrolling the city have never been so reduce.Since each of them looks exactly alike, no one knows if they were resurrected in a particular place, or could have been carved by mysterious hands, nor can anyone accurately estimate their number.It is only rumored that these statues are immortal, at least an army of tens of millions.

These golems have no real temperament.They are just delicate and soulless machines, meticulous in maintaining law and order, and faithfully acting in accordance with the rules of the city lord.And sometimes, when some important but difficult-to-resolve disputes occur, the guardians will take away all the people involved, and then give a conclusion on how to deal with them.Those who have been taken away, if they can still return, are always tight-lipped about the matter, and often show some kind of lingering fear.This has led many to believe that the golems bring suspects to their masters.

The mysterious ruler with supreme power has the mind to open this mysterious city of thousands of gates to the whole world, but hides himself behind many rumors and suspicions.People can't help respecting it, but at the same time full of fear and doubt.Among the various rumors related to this, the news of the "Judgment Hall" and the "Great Guardian Statue" quickly spread like wildfire.

It is believed to have been confided in a state of drunkenness by some one who had been taken, who claimed to have been taken to a magnificent golden hall over an abyss, a colossal statue of gold for a dispute between himself and some murderer. Preside over the ruling.They were placed on both sides of the judgment table, and they were questioned by the golden guardian standing behind them.Every time the hideous murderer uttered a lie, the ground he stood on rose a little, and the other sank a little into the abyss.However, when he was asked about some secrets that he didn't want to reveal, and tried to cover up his words, the end he was standing on would immediately sink to save the opponent who was about to slip into the abyss.

This frightening situation quickly terrifies those standing at either end, unable to weave even the slightest lie.In the end, when the guardian asked them in turn "who killed someone", he and the other party had completely similar fears, and they both tremblingly denied it.

That was his last memory of the Judgment Hall.

After that, the end on which his contemptible enemy stood sank suddenly, and fell straight into the darkness beneath his feet, like a sinking ship.He was held in place by the guardian, and watched helplessly as the other party fell with screams, but the sharp claws capable of scraping rocks could not be lifted at all.And he himself was the same - at that moment, his heart seized by fear did not have a trace of joy of revenge, and could only be on the verge of madness in the gloomy smile of the blind image.At the other end of the tilted scale, he finally saw the lower part of the face of the blind image sunk in the darkness, like countless knotted roots, densely extending to the bottom of the golden path.It is the host and controller of all these, weighing the lies they told on the scale of death, and adjudicating those who are really guilty of serious crimes.It is believed to be the Inquisitor of the Gate City, one of the most feared of the Guardians of Gold, or the Lord of the Gate City himself.

This story, and other versions that were equally widespread, were all known to Yareriga.She doesn't even need to go out of her way to collect them, as someone will bring her all kinds of weird things to talk about.But she did not stop there, and this strange rumor had called up in her memory older and vaguer legends.The city of heaven and the spell weaver, the gods that were created, the magic net and the door leading to the highest and deepest...

Her mind wandered away for a moment, but soon returned to the business at hand.This ridiculous and grotesque baby abandonment case was obviously more serious than she thought, because it was said that this court was only used to deal with felony crimes at the level of murder.And even though she knew that the Golden Guardian's wisdom was limited, she still pretended to be ignorant and asked the one behind her: "What is this statue? Is it the Lord of the Gate City?"

The Golden Guardian ignored her, which was not beyond Yaleriga's expectations.But when she was about to ask the next question, there was a distinct vibration from the golden path under her feet.She said nothing, but the goblin standing opposite her cried out in panic.

"Rise, rise, rise!" it cried, "here rises!"

The end it was standing on was indeed rising slightly in the void, scaring the poor little thing enough.But in fact, that doesn't hinder it at all, because due to some unknown force, the golden guardian holding it can firmly fix the base on the golden road.

And it was Yale Liga who was in real trouble.When this part of her was swinging downward, she clearly felt that the guardian who was holding her shoulder was slowly letting go of the control.A very clear warning sign.

Yale Liga adjusted the center of gravity of her body and stood firmly on the slightly inclined plane again.She hadn't said anything that could have been called a lie, but had asked questions to hide her knowledge of it all, and had been taught a lesson by this hall.And now she realized the trouble: the story about lying was wrong, too.

The golden hall on the abyss punishes not even lies—but insincerity expressed.

(End of this chapter)