Chapter 891: Accommodating Living Beings

The process of exploring Raymond Guyton was much easier than Bologo imagined. Except for a series of traps encountered in the corridor at the beginning, Bologo did not encounter anything unusual during the subsequent exploration.

Borogo seemed to be visiting a historical site, looking at these fascinating ruins to see if he could get some value from them.

"This seems to be their banquet hall."

After passing through another winding door, Boluogo arrived in a wide space. Through the dim light emitted by the crystal curtain wall, he could vaguely see that this was a banquet hall. An exquisite and huge chandelier hangs from the vaulted ceiling, and the gold-plated lamp stand is filled with crystals, reflecting the dim light.

Boluogo guessed that when it lit up, it must have been extremely beautiful, like an artificial star. Unfortunately, it has now become dilapidated and swallowed up by the torrent of time.

On the walls and ceilings of the hall, the once exquisite oil paintings and reliefs have peeled off, revealing dull stone bricks and corroded wood. Dust and spider webs cover every corner, forming a gray gauze, which seems to represent the passage of time. Deposition and forgetfulness.

The long dining table was placed in the center of the hall. There was not much left of the wooden material that had decayed. The once gorgeous red tablecloth was in tatters and was covered with stains and fading. The remaining tableware was placed haphazardly on the table. , the rusty silverware exudes an ancient atmosphere.

Boluogo walked along the edge of the long table. Under the columns, he saw weathered and withered skeletons. The rugged bones were still wrapped with tattered cloths.

"They are all apprentices," Aimu said. "They are wearing dark green robes."

Burlogo asked, "How do you think they died?"

Aimu was silent for a while. There were no traces of battle around these corpses. To be precise, there were no traces of battle in the entire banquet hall, not even the corpses of soldiers or bullet holes.

The Kogadel Empire and the Rhine League failed to break through this place.

"They starved to death," Aimu analyzed coldly. "Even though this is the sacred city of Raymond Gaiton and King Solomon, there are only a few people who embark on the path of transcendence. Even if these apprentices sublimate themselves Souls, but most of them are just condensers, not much better than ordinary people."

"Not to mention the logistical power required to maintain such a huge city is unimaginable."

Aimu combined the current situation of the Order Bureau and it is not difficult to draw such a conclusion.

“The siege lasted for nearly a year, and Raymond Gayton was completely blocked,” Bologo said. “For them at that time, this great city where their faith was based turned into a trap that trapped them. of hell.”

"I don't think they care about their own death."

Aimu retorted, "Remember what we talked about at the beginning?"

"Love people and love humanity?"

"Yes, don't underestimate the fanaticism of these people. In their view, King Solomon is their god." Aimu is also a scholar. She can understand but cannot agree with this idea. "At the last moment of the fall of the Holy City, They may just want to fall with their gods, and it would be a shame to live.”

"Think of the Order of Truth."

After Amu's reminder, Boluogo thought of those crazy scholars.

The predecessor of the Monks of Truth was a group of scholars who were rejected by King Solomon. Most of the reasons for rejection were because they were too fanatical. But even so, this group of fanatical scholars still established their own city outside Raymond Gayton, and together with Raymond Guyton stared at each other until he saw its complete destruction.

"In other words, those who can be accepted by King Solomon are still somewhat rational?" Boluogo exclaimed, "My stereotype of scholars is really getting deeper and deeper."

"I think you're going to say something offensive."

"Okay, okay." Boluogo smiled and ignored the topic.

The benches placed along the long table had become loose, and the ribbons on the backrests were tangled. The banquet hall was empty, filled with dead silence and desolation. It seemed that only the sound of wind passed through the broken windows, stirring up the dust in the room and making a sad low moan.

At the end of the long table, Boluogo saw several corpses sitting on benches. Their corpses still maintained an upright posture, their backs were straight, but their heads were hung low.

The corpses were sitting on both sides of the long table, and at the end of the long table, the chair was empty, and the owner was not there. That would have been King Solomon's position.

"They had the Last Supper here?"

Boluogo looked at the corpse and didn't know where the ashes came from. It was everywhere, covering the corpse's body.

"They are not apprentices," Aimu said.

"I can see that."

Boluogo nodded. These corpses were wearing different robes from the apprentices, black robes.

According to the records of the Bureau of Order, Raymond Gayton scholars will distinguish different levels based on the color of their robes and the accessories they wear, just like the red-clad bishops in some religious orders.

"Are they performing some secret ritual? Or are they praying before meals?"

Boluogo noticed that these corpses held hands before death and did not let go even after so many years, as if the bones had been fused together.

"Perhaps, in that kind of desperate situation, even scholars will place their hopes on some illusory things called gods."

Aimu followed Boluogo's gaze. Too many years had passed and she couldn't tell anything.

Berogo carefully examined the body again. At the collar of the black robe, he found a golden badge with a strange symbol printed on it.

Sword and key.

"Do you know what this is?" Berogo asked.

Amy carefully observed it, "It should be a symbol of identity and rank."

"What are the details?"

"I don't know," Amy said, "Lemongaton is too mysterious, just like... just like a technological monopoly, they rarely contact the outside world, and the only time they contacted the outside world on a large scale was the fall of the Holy City.

Even the Order Bureau has a vague understanding of them, just like someone deliberately destroyed everything about King Solomon, trying to erase all traces of his existence."

The banquet hall is very large, with several long tables arranged in sequence, enough to accommodate thousands of people dining here at the same time. Berogo continued to check and found that there were many corpses like holding hands and praying before meals. Berogo picked several more black-robed corpses and took off different badges from their chests.

After a series of choices, Blogo left behind the most gorgeous badge, which not only had a sword and a key, but also a circle of laurel leaves around the symbol.

Blogo pinned the badge on his collar. Since this might be a proof of identity, it must be a high level based on the order of the corpses' seats and the gorgeousness of the badge.

This might help Blogo get out of this maze, preferably directly to the Golden Palace. Unless necessary, Blogo really didn't want to try to break through from the outside world, facing the evil and the light.

Amy suddenly asked, "Blogo, do you smell anything?"

Blogo sniffed hard, but he couldn't smell anything except the diffuse smell of ash that made him a little breathless.

"What's wrong?"

Amy didn't answer, but untied the heart and shadow, leaving Blogo's body. She transformed into a steel body, and the light circle in her eyes slowly shrank, as if detecting something.

Flesh and blood and steel, both have advantages and disadvantages. Flesh and blood can make Amy more like a human and experience all kinds of human senses, while steel can make Amy transcend human limitations to a certain extent.

"There is a smell of blood." Amy was sensitive to the subtle composition in the air.

"Is it the evil of this world?"

Blogo asked back. The twisted flesh and blood creature was the source of all blood.

"I don't know," Amy looked around vigilantly, "but the concentration of blood is rising... Something is coming!"

In Amy's exclamation, Blogo spread his own ether. He could not perceive as precisely as Amy, but he could feel the "echo" brought by touching foreign objects through the indiscriminate ether baptism.

Just like the calm water surface stirred up thousands of waves, and then the waves touched thousands of reefs.

Blogo raised his head suddenly and looked into the shadow of the arch. Countless echoes were coming from the shadow, followed by dense and countless ether reactions.

The diamond shield burned and extended into a flaming sword, rushing towards the shadow. A roaring explosion came from above, sweeping away the dust, blowing down large areas of tables and chairs, and scattering corpses.

The blazing fire illuminated the shadow and the terrifying evil entrenched on the vault.

Only then did Blogo realize that the building on this huge crystal chandelier and vault had been damaged many years ago, with a gap, and the gap was filled with scarlet flesh, and the twisted and deformed roots spread out, like fungi growing wantonly.

The evil of this world?

Seeing the hideous flesh, Blogo couldn't help but doubt, but then he found that the flesh was covered with many bloody holes, like evil eyes, and as it sensed the presence of living people, it also revived from hibernation.

The sound of gurgling water sounded, and dripping blood oozed out of the dense holes, and they fell on the ground with a hissing corrosion sound.

The blood was extremely viscous, and the scarlet threads were entangled like spider webs, revealing an indescribable malice and madness. They floated gently and made strange whispers.

"Remember those contained living bodies that escaped into Lemongaton? Those alchemical creatures that were out of control."

Berogo silently grasped the bite while talking, "In fact, before coming in, I have been thinking that even they need energy intake, so even if they escape the traps, how can they survive here?"

Aime understood what Berogo meant, and overlapped with him again, and the voice echoed in Berogo's mind, "Here are the evils of this world, it is itself an unlimited buffet."

Berogo took a deep breath, and the next moment a harsh buzzing sound filled the entire banquet hall, like the whispers of the devil and the cry of death intertwined together.

One after another, huge red poisonous bees emerged from the scarlet holes. They were not evil creatures of this world, but flesh and blood hives transformed by the poisonous bees. Their bodies were covered with bloody sharp stings, emitting a suffocating smell of venom.

The red poisonous bees were as dense as blood clouds, covering the sky and the sun, twisting in the air like a bloody hurricane. With the vibration of their wings, they screamed shrilly and launched a fierce attack on Blogo like a mad beast.

Blogo stood still, and the diamond shields surrounding him suddenly accelerated and shot towards the swarm of poisonous bees.

Like the bombardment of artillery, each strike was accompanied by fierce explosions and violent vibrations. The diamond shield burst into dazzling sparks in the air and almost simultaneously broke into countless fragments. These flying fragments were like clever arrows, flying through the air at a high speed and accurately hitting the flying poisonous bees.

The poisonous bees fell one by one, making heart-wrenching screams. Their bodies were pierced and venom splashed, but this was still not the end. Sparks flashed in the rain of arrows, and then continuous fireworks burned, envenoming the bees and evaporating the venom, forming a deadly sea of ​​fire.

There was a crackling sound of roasting in the sea of ​​fire, and in the pungent smell of burning, the bodies of the poisonous bees fell one after another, and a rotten smell enveloped the entire battlefield.

However, this was not the end. The scene on the vault was even more terrifying. The bloody beehive continued to wriggle. It seemed like a huge ball of life, composed of twisted fat bodies. The poisonous bees squeezed the fat bodies and stretched the bloody holes, turning them into terrifying exits.

In the bloody holes, more poisonous bees crawled out. Their bodies were fat and ugly, covered with red and shiny shells. Their bloody wings shone with strange light in the firelight, making a low humming sound, and their eyeballs were scarlet and full, with wildness and cruelty.

If only these enemies were not a concern, then Bologo noticed that the fallen skeletons were also making groaning sounds and slowly stood up.

The tattered robes on these incomplete skeletons were incomplete and almost rotten. Under the holes in the robes, the jagged bones were clearly visible, exuding an unusual sense of horror and beauty. On the skeletons, some disgusting maggots were crawling, shuttling between the skeletons of the scholars.

These scholars had been dead for many years, their eyes had disappeared, replaced by darkness and nothingness, their faces were full of decay and decadence, like wreckage that had lost all vitality. However, they stood in a strange posture, as if driven by some dark power, stepping on the ashes, standing unsteadily.

Blogo did not retreat at all. This time he grabbed the saw axe and chopped at all the enemies silently.