Book of Gods and Demons

A small hall, in the middle is a square metal plate with a side length of 20 feet.

Around the hall, more than a dozen court knights, wearing full armor, no trace of skin, and big scarlet cloaks on their backs, were embroidered with black hydras, swords, shields and thorns wreaths, standing there like sculptures.

Margaret III strode to the metal plate, and Mata XIII silently followed behind her like a shadow.

Hamden and more than a dozen important ministers carefully stepped onto the metal plate. The expressions of the ministers in military uniforms were normal, while the expressions of the other courtiers in casual clothes had become difficult to look.

Margaret III stomped heavily and let out a few strange shouts.

"Om"!

A low whistle sounded in the small hall. The neat lines on the metal plate lit up, and the thin lines sprayed out erratic light blue fluorescence. The light was two feet up and down, from the thin light. A large blur of light like fireflies spread out, slowly rotating around Margaret III and others.

The metal plate squirmed like water waves, and Margaret III and others quickly sank into the metal plate.

The next moment, Margaret III and others came to a fully enclosed hall.

The square space of the main hall is about one mile long, one third of a mile wide, and more than half a mile high.

On the four walls of the main hall, a hundred feet above the ground, a semicircular platform protrudes from the wall, on which stands a giant statue nearly a thousand feet high.

These statues are either human or animal heads, or animal human heads, or human animal heads, or animal humans or beasts, or pure birds and beasts standing up, or some horrible existence that is completely different from human beings.

All the statues are pitch black, with golden stripes in some places.

On these statues, there is a magic circle composed of strange patterns the size of a thumb. A strong ancient aura gushes from these magic circle, making people feel inexplicably, just standing in this hall, oneself is fast Decay and decay.

Under the semicircular platform on which each statue stands, and on the wall, there is a square gate nearly a hundred feet high.

All the gates are facing away, the whole body is pitch black, and they are made of metal, with silver lines inscribed on them, emitting a faint silver light. These silver lights shone from the gate, shining hundreds of feet, illuminating the entire hall.

These silver lights oppose the ancient aura emanating from the statues, making people feel peaceful and cool, and greatly weakening the distorted feeling of rapid aging and decay.

"Here, Your Majesty Queen!" A hoarse, old voice came from a corner of the hall: "The two highnesses are preparing, and they will be able to start immediately. This time, it is a little troublesome, and that person's appetite is a bit picky."

His face is overlapped with wrinkles, his bald head is covered with brown spots, his height is no more than five feet, and his whole body is wrapped in an overly loose black robe. The rickety old man slowly beats his cane, step by step. With difficulty, he walked out of a door in the corner of the main hall and waved at Margaret III.

Margaret III walked over with everyone in stride. She came to the bald old man, looked down at the old man’s wrinkled face, which had been deformed to the extreme, frowning and said: "Your Excellency Medica. , You...maybe thinking about retirement."

"Your Majesty, I'm used to this place." Medica raised her head, coughed slightly, and laughed softly: "I'm used to this place...here, I feel safe. And, maybe..."

Medica glanced at a group of important imperial officials behind Margaret III, and laughed strangely.

Margaret III shook his head slightly, and said solemnly: "Then, you will continue to guard this place. By next year, when your seventh-generation eldest grandson reaches adulthood, I will grant him a prosperous city."

Medica bowed with difficulty to Margaret III, then turned around and walked into the open door behind him with his palms.

"That one is getting harder and harder to serve... Before, I gave him a little chicken, duck blood, pig and sheep blood, and he can fool it. Later, he became shrewd and learned to use the blood of a strong man or a charming girl. Later, he asked for the blood of warriors with extraordinary powers. This time it was more fun. He had to taste the holy blood of the priests!"

"Oh? So, have its requirements been met?" Margaret III asked casually, following behind Medica.

"His Royal Highness Conrad has been busy all afternoon and **** a few trainees from the Golden Oak Church." Medica's tone became a little weird: "The blood of the priest who picks the priests is not pure enough, there is no way, Sallian His Royal Highness drew a small bucket of blood from the secret prison, from the one who was secretly imprisoned by the empire thirty years ago."

Margaret III laughed'hehehe': "Conrad always does things like this. The resources he has on hand will not be used, and he ran away from the sidelines. He kidnapped those apprentices and had to wash the ground afterwards. Isn't it troublesome?"

Inside the door is a short corridor.

Different from the main hall with black outside, the walls of the corridor are made of pale silver metal, with a large number of twisted iron gray patterns painted on them. These lines are combined together, and one after another giant Hydra Hydra is tumbling and plopping.

Some lines are inlaid with small blood-colored gems. Take a closer look. These gems are the eyes of those Hydras, which are constantly emitting a chaotic atmosphere, making people unconsciously dizzy, confused, and even blood flowing backwards. , The heart has an illusion of exploding at any time.

The power of strange chaos flooded the corridor, and after walking through this short corridor, when he came to a small hall with a length of nearly a hundred feet, the power of chaos suddenly became a hundred times stronger.

Margaret III and Mata XIII remained motionless, their expressions unchanged.

A group of important imperial officials behind them, whether they were in military uniforms or in casual clothes, were all pale, their bodies swayed slightly, and the blood vessels under their skin bulged and squirmed, as if a poisonous snake was going to drill under their skin. come out.

There were also several weaker civil ministers whose faces became pale, their skins quickly tightened and stiffened, and snake-scale lines appeared on the surface of their skins.

The air is creeping, the void is distorting, the pale silver walls of the small hall seem to have turned into a boiling swamp, and the iron-gray hydra seem to be coming out of the wall, and everyone’s ears have a hissing sound. Constantly ringing.

"Quiet! In the name of the great Hydra King Helingel!" Medica raised his cane and knocked heavily on the ground.

All abnormalities disappeared.

A group of important empires breathed heavily at the same time, and cold sweat was constantly coming out of their bodies, including Prime Minister Hamden, they all subconsciously took out their handkerchiefs and wiped the sweat that was constantly sliding on their foreheads.

Margaret III raised her head and said coldly: "The Empire is at war with the Highland Kingdom. The restless little she-wolf will learn a lesson sooner or later, so I directly ordered an increase in troops."

"But here, it also involves the Ice Sea Kingdom, the Saint Xia Kingdom, and the church."

"Ice Sea Kingdom, we can join hands to beat the restless little she-wolf. That's right!"

"But the Saint Xia Kingdom's navy is too strong. We must admit that in the sea, we are far from their opponents; and the church, the **** church, is like a stinky dog-shit church. It's okay who wants to step on them?"

Margaret III sighed: "The documents handed over to me, I don't know how many times you have polished and modified them. The decision I made based on your information is likely to bring the empire into the pit."

Hamden said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, the old minister will never do this."

Margaret III said unceremoniously: "Little Hamden, shut up, you won't, but your people will... such things as the Wall Chapter, you should report to me before you act. , But the result?"

Hamden closed his mouth.

He lowered his head, his eyes flickered in his sunken eye sockets, and he secretly swore that certain people in the intelligence department would not make them feel better this time.

"I must give me first-hand information on the front line!" Margaret III said coldly: "Only one-hand information is the most true... Dear Salian and Conrad, are you ready?"

In the small pale silver hall, there is an old and old pine desk in the middle.

The black-painted pine desk is in tatters and may collapse at any time.

Most of the paint has peeled off, and there is an old mechanical typewriter on the dusty desk.

The courtiers behind Margaret III, a few people accidentally glanced at this typewriter, and they suddenly became cold all over, and then they heard'Da da da da, da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da Da' crazy typing.

Immediately afterwards, square characters appeared on their skins, and their skins seemed to have turned into a huge typing paper, and the invisible typing keys slammed their bodies frantically. A string of twisted, wicked, and utterly illogical words were left on his body.

"What happens when an apple hits the head? Will people fly to the sky?"

"Steam, steam, great steam, you make so many mothers cry."

"Sheep, sheep, lovely white wool, sheep are eating people~www.ltnovel.com~ are eating people!"

"One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to hit the mouse, but the mouse didn't hit, but the little tiger..."

Weird words, distorted logic, and unclear words, several of the recruited courtiers hissed and screamed, and large bruises appeared under their skins, as if they had been beaten with a heavy hammer.

"Well, your honorable ‘Crazy Typewriter’, you are full and ready to work. Let go of my subjects, or I will let you face the majesty of Heilinger directly."

Margaret III roared.

The typewriter that had been silent all the time suddenly tapped automatically.

A line of **** text appeared in the air above the typewriter: "No, I want to try the taste of the blood of the nobles... Let's have a bowl of the blood of the duke, I will start to work right away!"

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