Chapter 141 Drowned in the Past

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In the half-collapsed temple, only a few stone pillars were still intact, and together they supported half of the main hall.

There is an altar full of cracks at the front of the main hall, and a dark, huge cross stands in the center of the altar.

Above the cross, there was a naked man hanging upside down. There were obvious rust-colored iron nails exposed on his ankles, his thighs, and his body, accompanied by bright red blood stains.

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

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

Looking directly at the statue of the evil god may often be dangerous, so everyone averted their eyes after a brief observation.

The remaining part of the temple on the ground was not wide, and the exploration team quickly separated into groups of two or three to inspect it, and found no abnormalities.

Upon seeing this, Chief Colin of the "Six-person Council" considered this for a few seconds and said:

"Head underground."

While speaking, he quickly drew out one of the two swords on his back and applied a silvery-grey ointment on it.

Immediately afterwards, he took off a metal vial from the secret compartment of his 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 four animal skin lanterns, they walked along the stairs to the left of the statue and headed to the underground area step by step.

Derrick shifted to the position of holding the lantern, walking in front on the left, carefully going deep into the darkness.

He heard the footsteps of himself and his companions swaying from the surface of the stone steps, creating a distant and empty echo.

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

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Derrick finally saw that the road ahead became smooth, and he also saw the newly discovered mural described by the contaminated Dark Riggins.

Those murals exist in large areas on the walls on both sides, simply painted with some colors, making them look old, vicissitudes of life, and dim.

Derrick took a casual glance and was attracted by one of the murals:

On the wall in front of the left, a white cross stood in the center, surrounded by sea-like blackness, 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 idols of the outside world.

But in this mural, the "Fallen Creator" is suffering from the erosion of black, so that the whiteness of the cross has become dark in some places.

Beyond that, the cross supports a hazy patch of earth, where countless humans kneel in prayer to the "fallen Creator."

Around the picture, in the deepest darkness, there are figures like six evil gods hiding.

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

Around her, darkness surged, and strange eyes loomed.

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

His hands were holding a rotten green book and a spear condensed with light, and his chest and vest were in reverse positions.

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

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

On the lower right is a plump and soft lady, with her chest bulging high and naked outside her clothes. In her arms is a baby with a rotten face. Under her feet are black wheat ears with squirming pieces of flesh. Spring water, pus-oozing herbs and wildly mating animals.

Directly below is an old man wearing a hood, revealing his mouth, wrinkles and white beard.

The old man is holding an open book, with an eye symbolizing omniscience above it.

At first glance, this old man seemed the most normal, but there was something indescribably evil about the smile on his lips.

In the lower left corner is a giant warrior wearing tattered armor, wielding a long sword, sitting on a throne, with the desolate dusk in the background.

The meaning of this mural is that the cataclysm is coming, the evil gods crawl out of the abyss, and the "fallen creator" has endured most of the guilt and pain in order to save the world. As a result, the symbol has been eroded and the image has changed... However, I think He is the biggest evil god... Derrick carried the animal skin lantern and looked at the murals on the wall while walking. He found that they were basically consistent with the description of Dark Riggins. The core theme was that the area he was in had not been Abandoned by God, we were instead blessed by the "Creator" and maintained civilization in the apocalypse.

Of course, Duck Riggins was only briefly mentioned before, and is far less detailed than what is presented in the mural itself.

During the whole process, Derrick did not relax his guard. Following the lessons he learned from his previous stupidity, he was always on guard against accidents and was prepared to deal with them as soon as possible.

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

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

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

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

Although the place is empty and the Baron's life is not important, Rafter Pound knows nothing about it, and he has some secrets that even Klein cannot learn through his psychic. Perhaps he can take this opportunity to find out. after all.

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The bells rang out quietly at night, as if they were coming from a very far away place.

There is an abandoned chapel in the middle of Williams Street, with withered vines covering the walls and gray stones falling everywhere.

Inside the chapel, feces and debris are intertwined, and piles of stones and dead grass are alternated.

In the half-collapsed corner, a middle-aged man wearing tight black clothes removed the stones hiding the entrance of the cave. Carrying excavation tools, lighting equipment, and earth-moving baskets, he cautiously and excitedly got into the tunnel.

He has gray hair on his temples and bags under his eyes. He is Baron Rafter Pound, who is believed to have mental illness by the outside world, and is a hidden descendant of the Tudor family of the Fourth Age. This dandy boy who was always entangled with high-end call girls now had a solemn expression, his eyes were bright, and there was no sign of being addicted to wine and sex.

He leaned on his elbows and climbed diagonally downwards quickly, as if the end of the tunnel contained his greatest and only hope in his life.

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.

The sky was clear in front of him, the smoke and dust dispersed, and a dark underground palace appeared.

The huge collapse seemed to have been calculated and did not affect the tunnel where he was hiding at all. The huge underground space that suddenly appeared was three meters high, enough for people to walk normally.

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

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

There was a hand holding a scepter on the coat of arms, which made Rafter Pound's eyes shine as if they were burning.

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

Along the way are countless ancient objects that appeared due to landslides, including exquisitely crafted irregular candlesticks, gates carved with patterned knives and axes, tables and chairs that still show ancient rough patterns after being dormant for thousands of years... Rafter Pound was surrounded by these things. He walked, step by step, toward the end of the fire.

The ceiling of the dark and heavy underground palace was shattered, and the huge chandelier was only supported by an iron chain, hanging diagonally from above. The huge hollow is like an eye, looking down at the descendants of Tudor who entered this place.

Step by step, heading to heaven or Hades, Raft Pound had 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 bloody candle burning quietly on the huge black high-backed chair like a throne.

——The candlelight came on, and the lights kicked off the palace.

All the ruins, wreckage, and relics have disappeared. Shadows cover the blind spots in the sight, blood covers the charred corridor, and the red and black curtains move without wind. When the figure on the throne opened his eyes, the palace was instantly conquered by the iron law of fire and blood.

Spanning thousands of years, the source of the Tudor family's glory appeared in the eyes of Rafter Pound.

The Mad King wears iron armor, and the red priest, who symbolizes the flames of war, wears a white robe outside the black iron armor. It is thought that when He returns in triumph, the blood of his enemies and enemy gods will dye the white robe into a red that matches Him. .

He was silent, He stared, and his gaze moved down for a few moments before falling on the descendant who was kneeling at the foot of the steps with divine mercy. The Blood Emperor replaced words with silence, and turned his plain and cold smile into a beheading knife, so the ministers could only continue to add weight to their lives in fear.

At this moment, the downcast descendant's back felt like it was being burned by a branding iron, with blood flowing out of it.

The silence in this period is deep and lasting, like the quietest eve of death. The Blood Emperor seems to exist just to be a statue, a symbol, and the epitome of a dynasty. Anyway, there are many people who will respect that name respectfully and humbly, frantically pursuing the shadow of the past, crawling forward and stretching out their arms just to get a kiss. Qualifications for that small patch of shadow beneath the throne of the gods.

Rafter Pound Tudor knelt down devoutly. He had prepared for decades and spent his whole life's courage to come here. He had hidden countless ambitions and heroic words in his heart, but they were all revealed in front of the real Blood Emperor. Turned into flying ashes, not even daring to make a slightly louder gasping sound.

Why do you want to meet the Blood Emperor, a bereaved dog with my bloodline?

Blood Emperor - Alistair Tudor asked questions, but did not wait for an answer. He stood up from the throne and descended the stairs, leaving vast footprints made of fire and scorch marks along the way. The corner of His clothes brushed against Rafter Pound's shoulder, and the latter lost the use of this arm forever - it turned into black ash and scattered everywhere, the fracture was like black coal, and the blood vessels were blocked by the high temperature and evaporated dry. All the blood that wants to spill out.

Miraculously, Rafter Pound didn't feel much pain, so he regarded this as a gift from his ancestors. He used his only other arm to maintain his balance, stood up with a swaying body, and hurriedly followed his family's long-cherished wish.

Their feet seemed to be stepping on the magic of time. Behind them, the flames of the candlesticks suddenly shot up, swallowing up the entire underground palace and blending into the sea of ​​fire spreading from the Blood Emperor's footsteps. In front of them, the light and shadow changed, and the flat ground turned into steps. The steps spiraled up. The emperor climbed up the tower, followed behind him by Rafter Pound, who was radiant, had crazy eyes, and felt that he had never been younger.

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 bloodline of Tuduo followed their ancestors onto the high platform, leaned over and looked down. The earth under their feet was all in sight. Roads and iron laws extended to the end of the sight. People as big as ants came and went in houses like matchboxes, and the emperor Standing on the horizon and looking at this huge empire indifferently.

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

He was looking into the distance - the extremely distant distance, behind the mist and mountains, there was lightning in the night sky, and the crimson moon hung in the sky together with the sun. The land seemed fertile and sacred, flowing with a radiance that made people want to kneel down. .

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

Seeing this scene, Rafter Pound suddenly felt his blood boiling, his fingers trembled violently, and his teeth couldn't stop chattering due to excitement——

According to the ancient records of the Tuduo family, the ancestors of the family once occupied half of the northern continent and were enemies of the gods!

He followed and looked towards the distance of the mountains, and suddenly saw an army fighting.

The army holding the flag of the Tudor Empire collided with the red army. Like a flaming army, the army marched forward bravely and skillfully. It was well-trained to use chariots and military formations to cut the army into many small pieces and defeat them one by one. Their tactics are pure and powerful, but they lack a key leader. Even though Tuduo's army became more courageous as they fought, it was still difficult to break through the enemy's tacit understanding.

At this moment, a fire-like color suddenly appeared on the horizon, and a blood-red figure brought all-devouring divine fire from the distance. The clouds made of bones were forced to give way, and even the dark throne in the sky had to temporarily avoid Edge.

The flaming army stirred up, praising the arrival of the God of War, but they didn't expect the Tudor Empire's army to erupt with even more violent noise:

Long live the Blood Emperor! Long live Alistar! Long live the Red Priest! !

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

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

The flames swept through everything, leaving the soil as black as iron. The throne made of black iron was burned, the river where the dead wandered was burned away, order and all laws were burned, the iron-blooded law dominated the entire continent, and the gods disappeared.

On the celebration banquet that lasted for several days, there was an inexhaustible supply of fine wine, and delicacies were served one after another. The carnival would last forever. Rafter Pound was among them, celebrating and toasting with the soldiers, making the party never stop and bursting into laughter with great joy. He looked into the distance through the window. On the ground stood a tall tower symbolizing imperial power. The clouds in the sky were red. This was forever.

He closed his eyes and reveled in the beauty of this moment.

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In the dark and gloomy ruins of the palace, the short candle burned to the end and extinguished into a wisp of smoke on the black iron throne.

Just two or three steps in front of the throne, Rafter Pound fell sideways, his eyes widened, and an almost crazy smile fixed on his face.

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

Around him, extraordinary characteristics have been released.

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

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

"After all, he looks a bit like that lunatic."

TBC

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It’s finally here, the plot I’ve been thinking about for so long.

128-366: Descendants of Tudor who drowned in imaginary glory.

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