Chapter 889 The Last Fortress

When the sense of detachment brought by the winding path gradually faded, Blogo also successfully arrived inside Lemongaton. Without waiting for his vision to recover, Blogo decisively pulled out the Bite with his right hand, and put his left hand on the axe handle, ready to go.

Blogo knew the importance of his mission, so he mobilized almost all his energy and focused on the next action.

The ether expanded silently, turning into layers of ripples that gently hit the surrounding materials, and brought a fainter echo. Blogo immediately outlined the general situation of his environment in his mind based on such echoes.

No moving targets were found for the time being, and no other ether reactions were detected.

The tense will relaxed a little, and then the vision became clear, and Blogo gradually saw the dark and magnificent ruins.

"Oh my God..."

Emu's exclamation came from his mind, and Blogo also froze in place, forgetting the blade he was holding for a while.

Blogo felt that he had not come to a ruin, but arrived at a palace of art.

The pointed arches were like gorgeous joints, connecting the long corridors one after another gracefully. The floor was shining with a mysterious mirror feeling. Unfortunately, it was no longer dazzling under the wear and tear of the years, but covered with mottled dust.

On both sides of the corridor, magnificent, glass-like crystal walls stood, inlaid in the frame of the boulder. They were like dreamlike paintings, emitting transparent and mysterious light. The light behind the wall was like hazy moonlight, gently overflowing. After refraction by the crystal, those lights that should have been pure and flawless became colorful like the beautiful colors in the fairyland.

"Here... Is this the sacred city of Lemongaton?"

The voice of doubt sounded in her mind. Amy couldn't believe the picture in front of her. This was completely different from the dangerous place she expected.

Blogo was not overly obsessed with this gorgeous creation. He looked at the end of the corridor. Under the hazy light, the dust floating in the air was clearly visible. They were floating in the air flow. After a few seconds, the air flow brushed Blogo's cheek, and the slightly hot breath smelled of ashes.

"Light burns and evil."

Blogo whispered in his heart.

Back then in the abandoned land, he had seen the current situation of Raymond Gayton from afar. The huge and twisted flesh and blood completely invaded the city and entangled with it like a parasite.

The scorching light continued to burn the flesh and blood of the evil, turning it into tons of ashes, and then threw it into the sky in the storm-like breath of the evil, piling up into mountains.

Blogo suspected that the air flow surging in the corridor here was the breath of the evil. Just like feeling the breeze in the cave, Blogo could find the evil by following the direction of the air flow.

"Did you hear that? Blogo."

Aimu's voice sounded in his mind, and Blogo flashed into the shadow of the corner vigilantly, and then followed Aimu's instructions and listened carefully.

Blogo heard it.

In absolute silence, Blogo heard the distant and deep breathing, as if a giant was sleeping here. Along with its breathing, the frenzied airflow surged wantonly, and they rushed through the corridors of the building.

Everything here seemed to have been specially designed by King Solomon. The air flowed through the hall and actually played bursts of music.

Blogo listened carefully to the prelude. The approaching string instruments played with soft bows, with a soft and delicate timbre, as if telling a quiet story.

The woodwind instruments played gently, conveying restraint and elegance with the timbre of the middle and low range. The flute flowed like water, and its graceful and pure timbre sounded like a slender stream flowing in a circuitous manner.

Blogo's eyes were a little absent-minded. He felt that he was not carrying out a desperate action, but had mistakenly entered a hall of art.

The giant's breathing reached its peak, and the airflow became more and more intense. At the same time, the symphony played by this huge building also reached its climax.

The struck cymbals brought strong sustained sounds, like ripples spreading on the mirror, and the string instruments burst out fierce melodies. Fast and challenging notes were played rapidly, and their rich and powerful timbre seemed like a surging force.

Blogo's body trembled uncontrollably, and then the corridor in his eyes began to twist and deform. The ashes covering the ground were taken away by the wind, and the shiny, mirror-like earth became clear.

As if standing on a smooth ice surface, Blogo lowered his head and saw another self.

He looked at Blogo in confusion, then he slowly squatted down and reached out to Blogo on the mirror.

"Berogo!"

Someone was calling Berogo, but the voice was fleeting and was covered by the music that filled his ears.

Berogo could tell the timbre of the violin. The melody was very tense, challenging the limits of the range quickly and passionately. The cello expressed a strong power in the bass area, and the deep timbre seemed like a surge of magma from the ground.

"What... happened?"

Berogo looked down at himself in the mirror. He had noticed that something was wrong with his state, but his body and consciousness could not take any action to avoid danger.

Suddenly, the brass instruments played a strong and bold melody, like a heavy punch hitting Blogo's head fiercely, followed by a loud and clear trumpet sound, like a sharp needle piercing into the eardrum and crushing the brain tissue. The trombone that followed strengthened the thickness and ductility of the melody with its solemn timbre, like the echo of the earth. In an instant, Blogo's body seemed to be a thousand times heavier and unable to move.

The high-pitched and progressive symphony turned into a song of execution for Blogo at this time. Both consciousness and body suffered from painful torture, and chaotic hallucinations emerged before his eyes.

So much so that Blogo found that the hard and flat mirror under his feet was as soft as liquid at this time, and a huge dent was formed at the place where his feet stepped, causing Blogo's body to lose balance and fall uncontrollably.

Blogo instinctively supported himself with his hands and pressed on the mirror. Suddenly, a chill as cold as bone marrow spread from his fingertips and ran all the way along his spine.

"Ha...ha..."

All the music became blurred and far away, as if Blogo sank into the water. In the dull sound, Blogo could hear his heavy breathing.

Blogo tried to prop himself up, but at this time he felt something even colder grabbing his palm. Looking down, it was his reflection in the mirror.

The shadow broke through the boundary between reality and illusion and grabbed Blogo, with five fingers completely clasped together. At this moment, the liquefied and smooth mirror-like earth seemed to have found its prey. It became crystal clear and almost gelatinous, wrapping around Blogo's arms and freezing.

A strong sense of crisis rose in Blogo's heart. He was not afraid of death, but afraid of powerlessness. However, no matter how he struggled, his body was always out of control and he could not muster any strength. The ether also remained silent and did not respond.

Just when Blogo was about to be completely wrapped, the continuous music had a flaw, like a bowstring breaking, the harsh tone broke the atmosphere created before, and countless cracks appeared in the illusion in front of Blogo.

Blogo seized this only opportunity.

In the gap between the flaws, the lost power was briefly restored, and the ether became restless. Blogo roared and drew out the resentful bite. This time he did not cut the false illusion, but chopped at the only thing Blogo could be sure of.

His own arm.

In the blood, Blogo broke his arm to survive, and his body leaned back heavily. At the same time, a strong light flashed on his body, and then another figure poked out from behind Blogo.

Aimee held Blogo's waist with both hands, dragged his body with all her strength, and quickly retreated. At the same time, she and Blogo released the ether together. The restless power surged like a tide, baptizing all the substances along the way indiscriminately.

Until this moment, the hazy symphony was completely disturbed, the illusion faded, and the body was back under control.

Blogo leaned on the sword with one hand and blinked hard. He stood up straight suddenly, raised the blade horizontally, and the broken arm healed quickly. At the same time, the snake scale liquid split into several diamond shields, silently floating beside him.

Blogo calmed his breath, and gradually he could not feel the surging of the air flow, and the music played by the sonata gradually faded away.

It seems safe here.

"What was that just now?" Blogo looked at Amy, who had left him, and said, "This thing is not mentioned in the records given by the Order Bureau."

Amy shook her head blankly. She didn't know what was going on, but she was more or less a professional recognized by Blogo, and immediately gave her own opinion from a scholar's perspective.

"This should be an alchemical matrix that uses sound as a release medium. Whenever the wind blows through the city, the city's special structure will sing for it."

"And... this kind of defense method is one ring after another."

Amy pointed to the front, where Blogo was just now. At this time, the flat ground suddenly proliferated many crystals, which were half a person's height, and there was a broken arm hidden in it, which was Blogo's broken arm.

If Blogo had not escaped in time, he might have been sealed in the crystal.

With a dry friction sound, the crystal pile seemed to have succeeded in hunting, and it was slowly collapsing back to the ground with Blogo's broken arm. However, as Blogo's body healed, the broken arm in the crystal soon disappeared into dust, and the protruding crystal pile was completely flattened, as if it had never existed.

Looking at this strange scene, Blogo was thoughtful. He suddenly mobilized the ether to bombard the ground, directly clearing a large area of ​​ash, and completely revealing the crystal floor of the corridor.

Blogo could not judge how deep the crystal floor was. It exuded a dark blue tone like the deep sea. After careful observation, Blogo found many vague shadows in it, and then the ether began to try to invade the crystal floor.

The whole invasion process was not difficult. Although Blogo could feel the repulsive ether in the matter like invading the reclamation room, Raymond Gayton had been turned into ruins for many years, and its overall strength was far less than that of the reclamation room.

Blogo easily chiseled a tiny hole in the crystal floor, and the ether penetrated in. After just a few seconds, it completely dissipated.

"The mutual repulsion of the ether inside it is stronger than I thought." Blogo analyzed.

Amy did not agree with Blogo's idea, "No, I think your ether is more like being absorbed by them."

"You mean these crystals can absorb ether?"

"I'm not sure. It may be a special alchemical material, or it may be the alchemical matrix that covers this place, which gives it such characteristics."

Berogo was silent for a while, then increased the output of ether, and continuously injected ether into the crystals under his feet. The ether was quickly absorbed, but Berogo's purpose was not to penetrate the crystals, but to illuminate them.

The glow of ether burned fiercely, illuminating the frozen Dead Sea under his feet, and then extinguished.

"Oh my God..."

Amy exclaimed. The glow of ether only lasted for a moment, briefly illuminating the crystals, but she still saw everything in it in this moment.

In this frozen Dead Sea, countless corpses were sealed, and they all maintained a painful curled posture, as if they had suffered great torture before death.

Although the corpses had become mummies, the faded clothes were still clear, and Amy discovered the specialness of their costumes.

"Those people... are they soldiers?"

Berogo nodded grimly. Amy couldn't recognize these people, but Berogo could. He could even say that there might be some acquaintances of Berogo among these mummies.

"Yes, soldiers, soldiers of the Rhine Alliance."

Berogo tried to move his eyes away from the dark blue crystal ground and said without emotion, "It seems that they did break through the high wall and entered Raymond Gayton."

"But they also suffered a counterattack from Raymond Gayton and all died here." Amy sighed.

"It seems that we were able to escape just now because of these people... all of them."

The fall of the holy city damaged Raymond Gayton and turned it into ruins, and also destroyed the original layout of the city, causing some flaws in the rising melody. If it weren't for those flaws that woke Berogo up, he might really be trapped here.

Coincidence?

An inexplicable thought arose in Blogo's mind. It had nothing to do with the dead soldiers, but the layout of the scene just now made Blogo feel familiar, reminding him of the scene in the etheric world.

Yes, there is also a similar frozen sea in the etheric world, and countless souls are also sealed in the sea.

"I am beginning to wonder what this place originally looked like. It should be very magnificent."

Amy overlapped with Blogo again. She admired the greatness of this creation and was infinitely curious about King Solomon.

"Maybe."

Blogo perfunctorily said, maintaining the output of ether, so that it formed a thin layer of etheric barrier around him.

The strange music was indeed terrible, but as long as there was a certain degree of protection, it could be easily restrained. After thinking for a moment, Blogo avoided the direction of the wind and chose the opposite route.

According to Blogo's speculation, there is no natural wind in the abandoned land. The only thing that can stir up gusts of wind is the breath of the evil of this world. Walking in the direction of the wind is undoubtedly approaching the evil of this world.

If it is just the evil of this world, it is not bad. Blogo has fought with it before. Although he only cut off a few tentacles, you must know that the existence of the evil of this world is to seal another thing.

Light burning.

Walking in the direction of the wind, you can not only find the evil of this world, but also glimpse the existence of light burning-Blogo does not want to see the power of this old friend for the time being.

Light footsteps, while maintaining the ether barrier, and ensuring that the ether shielding continues to take effect, Blogo walks through the long corridor like a ghost.

The Order Bureau has explored Raymond Gayton several times before, and each exploration has paid a huge loss of life, but even so, the Order Bureau did not get much information, let alone the map of Raymond Gayton.

"Take the ruins area as an example. After suffering continuous heavy blows, Raymond Gayton should also tend to chaos."

Berogo communicated with Amy in his mind, "This place is too orderly."

"Maybe this is the gap between us and King Solomon," Amy responded, "Don't forget that the reclamation room is based on the fragments of Raymond Gayton and imitates it."

Berogo responded in a low voice, and couldn't help but wonder again what kind of knowledge King Solomon had mastered, and where did his knowledge that transcended the times come from.

Leviathan?

Berogo had confirmed from Leviathan that King Solomon was his chosen one. It would be normal if he obtained such power from the devil, but the strange thing is, if the devil really has such power, why don't they use it themselves?

Leviathan can completely control a group of poor people and let them build the magnificent city-state for him, instead of handing the power to an uncontrollable scholar.

"Berogo, it's a door."

Aimu interrupted Berogo's thoughts. Berogo looked forward. He had reached the end of the corridor and a big door blocked his way.

The towering door was covered with mottled rust and scratches. Berogo did not rush to push it open, but looked at it vigilantly.

Aimu murmured, "It is said that every door in Lemongaton is a winding door. King Solomon completely disrupted the space of the entire city in this way. Only his closest apprentices knew all the roads."

"In other words, this may be a winding door, and we don't know whether we will reach a safe area after passing through it, or fall directly into the hands of evil, or be illuminated by light?"

Berogo reached out and touched the cold door, complaining in a low voice, "It sounds like opening a blind box. No wonder they spent so much effort to conquer this city."

King Solomon seemed to have foreseen his own destruction, so he built Raymond Gayton into a fortress.

No wonder the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine Alliance failed to raze this place... Unfortunately, it was destroyed and fell into the hands of the demons.

"Want to take a gamble?" Amy asked.

"I don't like uncertain things," Berogo released the ether, "Maybe I can dig a way out from the physical level, which is safer."

Relying on his extremely aggressive control power, Berogo has done this for the first time. In the ruins area, he relied on this method to escape the pursuit of the staff.

"Wait a minute, Berogo, there is a problem."

Amy stopped Berogo's action. She became a little hesitant, but still told Berogo frankly.

"Furya is a manifestation of the intelligence of the virtual domain. She can become the will of the ruins area, so what about the reclamation room?"

Berogo didn't expect Amy to ask such a question at this time. For a moment, Berogo didn't know how to answer her. After all, Amy didn't know the existence of the crowd, and the crowd was the core secret of the Order Bureau.

"I guess there is also a will that dominates the reclamation room in the Order Bureau?"

Amy is a scholar, she is very smart, "From your reaction, you should have seen that will, right?"

"Why do you say this suddenly?" Berogo asked.

"I just think that as a scholar, we must remain humble. Since we can all do this, what about King Solomon?"

Amy asked a very fatal question, "Does Raymond Gadon have no self-will?"

Berogo was stunned. Before he could think more and answer, a shrill cry rang out, and then the whole city shook violently.

The sleeping giant woke up and let out a earth-shaking scream. The sound disturbed the rhythm and hit the chest like a heavy hammer, causing Blogo's blood to surge. Then one side of the corridor suddenly became brighter, and the light that passed through the crystal curtain wall became more dazzling, as if a scorching sun was rising outside the crystal curtain wall.

In almost a few seconds, Blogo clearly felt the temperature around him rise sharply, the remaining water vapor was evaporated, and his throat became dry.

At this time, looking at the end of the other side of the corridor, the dazzling light refracted and focused through the crystal, like an invisible fire burning all the materials it touched, and as time passed, the light was approaching the other end of the corridor, where Blogo was, along the pointed arches of the corridor.

"Is that light burning?"

Aimee's voice was a little trembling. Just by listening to the sound, she could tell what was happening outside.

"No, it's just the afterglow of the light burning through the flesh and blood."

Berogo turned his head and tried to dig through the wall, "But even the afterglow is fatal to us."

The Holy City of Raymengaton is simply a perfect fortress. Even if the light gradually subsides, when it penetrates these crystal curtain walls, they form a spiral lens-like effect, which makes the scattered light condense again, ruthlessly obliterating all life in the corridor.

So after so many years of King Solomon's death, this city is still loyally executing his orders.

Berogo tried to chisel open the connection between the gate and the crystal curtain wall, but the heavy stone has a strong ether repulsion. Berogo can indeed chisel out gaps, but he certainly can't open the passage before the afterglow of the light arrives.

As for trying to break the crystal curtain wall on the other side? These special crystals can absorb ether, and it is even more impossible to chisel it open.

"No... I can't do this."

Berogo suddenly gave up, he said to himself, "If I am the will of Lemongaton, then in my cognition... the war is not over yet, just like Freya did at that time."

After dispersing the ether, Berogo shuddered. He suspected that if he continued the "invasion" just now, he would most likely be hit by Lemongaton.

"This is a fortress, but a maze. We must follow the rules of the master."

Berogo turned his head and looked at the light that was approaching step by step. They were as dazzling as the morning light.

After taking a deep breath, Berogo used all his strength to push the door open a narrow gap, squeezed in without looking back, and dozens of seconds later, the light completely enveloped the corridor.

In the absolutely hot pure white, there was only deathly silence.

It's over, the bed is broken, and there is nothing else to do except staying up late to code.