Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 141 Drowning in the Past

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In the half-collapsed temple, only a few stone pillars are still intact, supporting half of the main hall together.

At the front of the main hall is a cracked altar, and in the center of the altar stands a dark, huge cross.

On the cross, hangs a naked man hanging upside down. His ankles, his thighs, and his body have obvious rust-colored iron nails exposed, accompanied by bright red blood.

The "Fallen Creator" closed his eyes tightly, as if he was bearing guilt and pain.

——Before today, although the City of Silver discovered many destroyed cities and found some written records pointing to the evil god during previous explorations, most of the residents had never seen the so-called statue of the evil god.

It is often dangerous to look directly at the statue of the evil god, so everyone avoided their sight after a short observation.

The remaining part of the temple on the ground is not wide, and the exploration team quickly completed the inspection in groups of two or three, and found no abnormalities.

Seeing this, Colin, the chief of the "six-member council", thought for a few seconds and said:
"Go underground."

While speaking, he quickly pulled out one of the two swords on his back, and smeared silver-gray ointment on it.

Immediately afterwards, he took off a metal vial in the dark compartment of his waist belt, pulled out the stopper, and Gulu drank the potion inside.

At this moment, Derrick felt that the chief's light blue eyes seemed to become brighter.

The members of the exploration team made the most careful preparations one after another. Under the illumination of the four animal skin lanterns, they walked along the steps on the left side of the statue to the underground area step by step.

Derrick switched to the position of carrying the lantern, walked in the front left, and cautiously entered the darkness.

He heard the footsteps of himself and his companions echoing far and wide from the stone steps.

This echo was not disturbed by any disturbance, indicating the absolute silence below, but in the hearts of each exploration team member, it was like knocking on the door, trying to open a secret that had been buried for an unknown number of years, and this made their spirits Had to be very tense.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Derrick finally saw the road ahead become smoother, and he also saw the newly discovered mural described by the polluted Dak Riggins.

Those murals exist in large swaths on the walls on both sides, simply painted some colors, it looks old, vicissitudes, and gloomy.

Derrick glanced casually, and was attracted by one of the murals:

On the left front wall, a pure white cross stands in the center, surrounded by sea-like black, drowning many humans struggling to stretch out their arms.

On the cross is the "Fallen Creator" hanging upside down. The rusty iron nails and bloody stains are no different from the statues of gods outside.

But in this mural, the "Fallen Creator" is suffering from the erosion of blackness, so that parts of the pure white of the cross become pitch black.

In addition, the cross supports a hazy land, and countless human beings are kneeling and praying to the "Fallen Creator".

Around the screen, in the deepest part of the darkness, there are figures like the evil gods of the six paths.

In the upper left corner is a girl in a black classic long dress. Her clothes are layered but not complicated, inlaid with many stars-like lights. Her body is relatively blurred, showing signs of ripples, and her face is blurred , seems to be wearing a mask without facial features.

Around her, darkness was surging, and strange eyes loomed.

Directly above was a young man in a pure white robe, his face was painted pure gold, and radiant tentacles grew out.

He held the rotten green book and the condensed spear in both hands, and his chest and vest were reversed.

In the upper right corner is a monster holding a trident. It has an octopus-like head, wide-open eyes, and a body wrapped in lightning.

The feathers of countless birds formed its cloak, and the darkness turned into waves that supported its feet.

On the lower right is a plump and feminine lady, her chest is bulging high, she is naked outside her clothes, holding a baby with a rotten face in her arms, black ears of wheat wriggling under her feet Springs, oozing herbs and wild mating animals.

Directly below is an old man with a hood showing his mouth, wrinkled and white beard.

The old man holds an open book with an eye symbolizing omniscience above it.

At first glance, this old man is the most normal, but the smile outlined on the corner of his mouth is indescribably strange.

In the lower left corner is a giant warrior in tattered armor, holding a long sword and sitting on a throne, against the background of a bleak dusk.

The meaning of this mural is that when the cataclysm came, the evil gods crawled out of the abyss, and the "Fallen Creator" suffered most of the guilt and pain in order to save the world, and because of this, the symbol was eroded and the image changed... However, I think He is the biggest evil god... Derrick held the animal skin lantern, looked at the murals on the wall as he walked, and found that it was basically consistent with Dak Riggins' description. The core theme was that the area he was in was not blocked. Abandoned by God, he was blessed by the "Creator" and maintained civilization in the apocalypse.

Of course, Dak Riggins only briefly mentioned it before, which is far less detailed than the content presented in the mural itself.

During the whole process, Derrick did not relax his guard. He was always on guard against accidents and prepared for the first response after being taught the lesson of being stupid.

In the dim candlelight, the exploration team went through corridors, halls, and rooms, deep into the underground area of ​​the temple.

Suddenly, a half-open gray stone gate appeared in front of them.

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After dinner, Klein put on his coat and hat, ready to go out.

He's going to Miss Sharon to solve the problem of a certain baron digging a tunnel, and ask the mermaid for clues by the way, trying to complete this matter before Detective Sherlock Moriarty goes south for "vacation".

Although the place is already empty, and since the life of the baron is not important, Rafter Pound knows nothing about it, and he has some secrets that Klein cannot know through psychics. Maybe he can take this opportunity to find out after all.

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The bells sounded quietly at night, as if they came from a very far away place.

There was an abandoned chapel in the middle of Williams Street, with dead vines covering the walls and gray stones scattered here and there.

Inside the chapel, excrement and sundries are intertwined, and stone piles and withered grass are interspersed.

In a half-collapsed corner, a middle-aged man in black tights moved away the stones that concealed the entrance of the cave, and carefully and excitedly drilled into the tunnel with excavation tools, lighting equipment and a soil basket.

His temples are gray and his eyes are swollen. He is the descendant of the Quaternary Tudor family who was hidden from Baron Rafter Pound who was considered mentally ill by the outside world.This dude who was always entangled with high-end call girls had a serious expression and bright eyes at this time, showing no sign of being addicted to sex at all.

With his elbows on the ground, he quickly crawled downward, as if his greatest and only hope in this life was hidden at the end of the tunnel.

Not long after, he touched the cold stone in front of him.

This did not extinguish Rafter Pound's enthusiasm, he was groping and digging around in preparation.Suddenly, he knocked over something, which caused a chain reaction.The balance in the tunnel was suddenly broken, and the indestructible sand and rocks in front of him suddenly collapsed.

There was an empty space in front of him, the smoke and dust dispersed, and a dark underground palace appeared.

The huge collapse seemed to be calculated, and it didn't affect the tunnel where he was hiding in the slightest.The huge underground space layer that suddenly appeared was three meters high, enough for people to walk normally.

At the end of the line of sight, a faint fire light suddenly lit up, like an invitation.

Rafter Pound's expression suddenly became crazy with excitement, he struggled to climb out, leaving the narrow tunnel, his elbows were dripping with blood.When he landed, he reached into his pocket and took out a black iron coat of arms.

There is a hand holding a scepter on the coat of arms, and Raft Pound's eyes are shining, as if burning.

He solemnly put the black iron coat of arms on his chest, straightened his chest, and hurriedly walked towards the place where the fire was.

Along the way, there are countless ancient objects that appeared due to landslides, irregular candlesticks with exquisite workmanship, doors carved with knives and axes, tables and chairs that still show ancient and rough patterns after thousands of years of silence... Rafter Pound was surrounded by these things Then, step by step towards the end of the fire.

The zenith of the dark and heavy underground palace was broken, and the huge chandelier was only supported by an iron chain, hanging obliquely above it.The huge void is like an eye, looking down on the descendants of Tudor who have entered this place.

Step by step, going to heaven or Hades, Rafter Pound never felt that the road of more than 100 meters was so long.

Finally, he came to the front of the fire, and saw a blood-colored candle quietly burning on the huge black high-back chair that looked like a throne.

——The candlelight was lit, and the lights kicked off the palace.

All dilapidated, wreckage, and ruins disappeared, shadows filled the blind corners of sight, blood covered the scorched corridor, and the red and black curtains moved without wind.When the figure on the throne opened his eyes, the palace was instantly conquered by the iron law of fire and blood.

Over the millennium, the source of glory followed by the Tudor family appeared in Rafter Pound's eyes.

The mad king is dressed in iron armor, and the red priest, who symbolizes the fire of war, wears a white robe outside the black iron armor. Presumably, when he returns triumphantly, the blood of the enemy and the enemy god will dye the white robe into the red color that matches him. .

He was silent, and he stared. His eyes moved down a few minutes and fell on the descendants kneeling under the steps with divine pity.The blood emperor replaced words with silence, and turned his plain and cold smile into a beheading knife, so the courtiers could only continue to increase their lives in fear.

At this very moment, the back of the downcast descendant was scorched by a branding iron, and blood surged out.

The silence of this period is deep and lasting, like the quietest eve of death.Wherever the blood emperor exists, it seems that it is just to be a statue, a symbol, and a miniature of a dynasty. Anyway, some people will respectfully and humbly honor that name, frantically pursue the shadow of the past, crawl forward and stretch their arms just to get a kiss The qualification of that small shadow under the throne of the gods.

Rafter Pound Tudor fell to his knees devoutly. He prepared for decades and exhausted all his courage to come here. With countless ambitions and bold words hidden in his heart, he counted them all in front of the real blood emperor It turned into fly ash, and didn't even dare to make a slightly louder panting sound.

What is the purpose of meeting the blood emperor, a bereaved dog with my blood?

The Blood Emperor—Alista Tudor asked a question, but did not wait for an answer.He stood up from the throne and descended the steps, leaving footprints cast by the mighty sea of ​​fire and scorched marks along the way.The corner of His clothes brushed against Rafter Pound's shoulder, and the latter lost the right to use this arm forever - it turned into black ash and scattered around, the fracture was like black coal, the blood vessels were blocked by high temperature, and evaporated to dryness All the blood that wanted to spill.

Miraculously, Rafter Pound didn't feel much pain, so he regarded it as a gift from his ancestors.He used his remaining arm to maintain his balance, swayed his body to stand up, and hastily followed the long-cherished family wish that had gone far.

Their feet seemed to be stepping on the magic of time. Behind them, the flames of the candlesticks shot up, engulfing the entire underground palace and merging into the sea of ​​flames that spread from the blood emperor's footsteps.In front of them, the light and shadow changed, the flat ground turned into steps, and the steps spiraled upwards. The emperor ascended the tower, followed by Rafter Pound, whose face was radiant, his eyes were crazy, and he felt that he had never been so young.

tower.This thing has the meaning of ascending to heaven in fables, myths and even murals.

The mortal emperor climbed to the top step by step, and finally became an immortal god.

The blood of Tudor followed his ancestors to step up the high platform, and when he bent down to look, he could see the land under his feet, the road and the iron law extended to the end of his sight, people the size of ants came and went in houses like matchboxes, and the emperor Standing in the sky, he stared at this huge empire indifferently.

Rafter Pound observed the glory of the family thousands of years ago, felt the courage to put everything in the world in the palm of his hand, and when he felt his heart was surging, he found that his ancestors had already turned their eyes away from the earth.

He is looking into the distance - extremely far away, behind the fog and mountains, there is lightning in the night sky, the crimson moon hangs in the sky with the sun, the land seems to be fertile and sacred, flowing with the brilliance that makes people want to kneel down .

And Blood Emperor Alista's gaze was like a sword, pointing directly at the sacred place.

Seeing this scene, Raft Pound immediately felt his blood boil, his fingers trembled violently, and his teeth trembled uncontrollably due to excitement——

According to the ancient records of the Tudor family, the ancestors of the family once occupied half of the Northern Continent and were enemies of the gods!

He then looked to the distance of the mountains, and suddenly saw the army fighting.

The army holding the flag of the Tudor Empire collided with the scarlet army. The army like flames marched forward bravely and fought bravely. They were well-trained to cut the army into many small pieces with chariots and army formations and smashed them one by one.Their tactics are pure and powerful, but they lack a key leader.Even though Tudor's army became more and more courageous as they fought, it was still difficult to break through the tacit understanding of the enemy.

At this moment, a fire-like color suddenly appeared on the horizon, and a blood-red figure brought an all-consuming divine fire from afar. The clouds made of white bones were forced to give way, and even the dark seat of God in the sky had to take shelter temporarily. edge.

The flaming army was in a commotion, praising the God of War for entering the arena, but they didn't want the Tudor Empire's army to burst into more violent voices:
Long live the Blood Emperor!Long live Arista!Long live the Red Priest! !

At this point, the invincible army is about to face a defeat so tragic that no one survives.

Rafter Pound suddenly found himself in the army of the Blood Emperor, with the red banner of "Hand Holding the Scepter" flying above his head, wave after wave of fanatical and fierce shouts filled his ears, like fire The passionate chains linked each other's spirits, and he was instantly infected by the frenzied and terrifying atmosphere, roaring and rushing towards the defeated War Red.

The flames swept everything, leaving behind scorched soil as black as iron.The throne made of black iron was burned, the river where the dead wandered was burned dry, the order and all laws were burned, the law of iron and blood ruled the entire continent, and the gods disappeared.

In the celebration banquet that lasted for several days, inexhaustible fine wine flowed, food and delicacies were served like water, and the carnival would continue forever.Rafter Pound was in it, celebrating and toasting with the soldiers, making the banquet never stop, and couldn't help laughing out loud with joy.He looked into the distance through the window, a tall tower symbolizing imperial power stood on the ground, and the clouds in the sky were red, this is eternity,
He closed his eyes, indulging in the beauty of this moment.

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In the dark and gloomy palace ruins, a short candle burned to the end and extinguished into a wisp of blue smoke on the Black Iron Throne.

Just two or three steps away from the throne, Raft Pound fell sideways, his eyes widened, and an almost crazy smile froze on his face.

He died in that extremely crazy, extremely beautiful dream, and stopped breathing under the great joy.

Beside him, Extraordinary characteristics have already been separated out.

A bloody figure with red hair turned from the shadow behind the throne. He picked up the extraordinary characteristic of the black Lawyer Path with one hand, tossed it in his hand nonchalantly, then bent down, and carefully observed Rafter Pound's body. expression.

After a few seconds, Medici straightened up, smiled approvingly and said:

"After all, it still looks a bit like that lunatic."

TBC
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It's finally here, the episode I've been thinking about for a long time.

128-366: Tudor descendants of glory drowned in fantasy.

It’s not a big problem to read the text, but if you read this text, don’t read the Black Emperor Russell, don’t read the red angel lighting the matches, don’t read the red evil spirit mocking the descendants of Tudor, don’t read the learning process of the typist, and don’t read the old man loves the young Check playing cards and chatting... If you don't read this section or other plots that I have carefully crafted, you will be at a loss!
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