Chapter 325 The Lair of the End of All Things
The underground palace, the road to the deepest.
The endless steps seem to lead to the abyss and hell. The ancient and deep black stone walls seem to seal the initial malice of this world. Rows of magic spar lamps are embedded on both sides of this sloping staircase. However, the bright However, the light of the magic crystal seems to be powerless against the darkness entrenched in this passage. The light from the magic crystal can only illuminate a small area on the walls and steps. Where the light cannot reach, it will always be a daunting darkness.
A rustling sound of vines and roots resounded between the stairs and the corridor. Bertila walked unhurriedly in this passage leading to the abyss of flesh and blood, and the vague crazy babble echoed in her mind. Her figure moved forward in the powerless brilliance of the magic spar, while the darkness kept closing behind her.
The stairs leading to the deepest part of the palace are divided into several layers. Basically, after each long sloping ramp, there will be a relatively gentle corridor. These relatively gentle corridors seem to provide some kind of buffer for the descending stairs. , which can give people walking on the ramp a little rest and relieve the crazy psychological pressure - but in fact Bertila knows very well that the best way to get through this ladder safely is to not stop anywhere.
There are two stone gates in each gentle corridor. Every time you pass through such a "pair" of stone gates, the former will be affected by a deeper layer. Qiang, every extra minute on this road means a step closer to madness and death.
A particularly heavy and ancient stone door appeared in front of Bertila. The surface of this stone door depicted twisted flesh and blood, plants, and a mysterious starry sky that did not exist at all in this era: it was the last barrier to the "secret room".
In front of the stone gate, two tall figures bent down slightly and greeted Bertila silently.
Those were two terrifying creatures—even though the human traits still remained in them, they really couldn't be described as "human." They have vegetated, swollen and deformed heads, their eyes and ears have been badly degraded and turned into wiggly tentacle-like structures, and their limbs are thicker than humans, and are wrapped in layers of bandages to keep those out of control. Flesh is separated from the body - they are the "keepers" of the underground palace.
These watchmen can't speak, can't see,
Can't hear, and even the way of thinking and perception has mutated into an inhuman state.
Before becoming watchers, they were the most fanatical and loyal members of the Society for the End of All Things. They paid an unimaginable price for human beings, and even mutated into this chilling state in order to guard the deepest underground palace for a long time. The secret of the place - because ordinary human guards can't last long in this passage.
Thinking of the Grand Master who had been in the "Secret Room" seven hundred years ago, even Bertila couldn't help feeling a slight shudder. She nodded to the caretaker, and then moved forward with awe go.
The heavy and ancient stone door built by someone unknown opened automatically in front of Bertila, and a small hall with three forks appeared in front of her.
The fork in the middle leads to the real "Abyss of Flesh and Blood", the left leads to the "Sacrificial Field", and the right is the secret room where the Grand Master is.
Bertila walked forward, and the moment she crossed the gate, countless crazy babbles suddenly intensified, as if they were about to swallow people, they echoed in her mind, the headmistress couldn't help frowning, and then In the entanglement of crazy babble, he walked to the secret room of the grand master.
The "Guardian" standing in front of the secret room still greeted Bertila silently, and helped to open the door of the secret room.
At the moment of entering the secret room, all the crazy ravings disappeared in an instant, and the chaotic mental pressure that was always on her body disappeared. Bertila breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that this was the power of the great teacher. .
The secret room is not big, except for some stone furniture and tables and chairs, there is no extra decoration in it. The awesome Grand Master is located in the center of the secret room. He is sitting behind the stone desk and is turning over. Looking at a heavy old book.
Bertila couldn't help but glance at the book, a powerful spiritual attraction immediately grabbed her tightly, but before she was completely controlled by the "ultimate book" that could never be read, she forcibly moved He opened his eyes and bowed to the headmaster, who was wearing a black robe and had a blurred face behind the desk: "Grandmaster."
The voice of the Grand Master came from under the hood, mixed with hoarse voices: "I heard that your actions were exposed, and you were injured?"
"...Yes," Bertila hesitated for less than a second, but nodded and confessed, "I was careless."
"It doesn't matter, it's just a small matter," the Grand Master said lightly, as if he really didn't care about this failure. "We won't have to cover up soon, those elves won't cause much trouble. Compared to this, I order you How is the investigation going?"
"The Eternal Sleepers refer to Gawain as an 'extraterritorial wanderer'. They seem to have obtained some information, and based on this, they judge that Gawain Cecil's resurrection is actually an illusion. They believe that there is an alien 'evil spirit' or 'The Unnameable' occupies that body."
"Outer Territory Wanderers..." The Grand Master murmured to himself, and then flicked his hand over the "Book of Ultimate" seemingly casually. The latter immediately made a humming sound, and the pages of the book automatically and quickly moved. Flip over and stay on a page.
The Grand Master glanced at the page and shook his head slightly: "There is no information about extraterritorial wanderers in the Book of Ultimate."
Bertila said cautiously: "So... is this information false?"
"It's also possible that it's a secret from the gods that escaped the understanding of mortals," the Grand Master closed the Book of Ultimate and said indifferently, "Gawain Cecil cannot be resurrected, you know that."
"Yes," Bertila lowered her head slightly, "then what will we do next to Gawain Cecil?"
The Grand Master opened the Book of Ultimate again, and flicked his hand on the pages. This time, the pages of the Book of Ultimate turned at an even crazier speed and range, and stopped on a certain page after a few seconds. .
"The answer to the Book of Ultimate has not changed," the Grand Master said indifferently, "No contact, no interference, keep your distance."
"Yes."
The Grand Master nodded slightly, and his low voice came from under the hood: "Have we started the arrangement in Ansu and Typhon?"
"Follow your orders, and war will come in false peace."
The Grand Master was silent for a long time, and let out a slight sigh: "...This is the price that mortals must pay to break free from fate."
"One thing is very concerning, Grand Master," Bertila said suddenly. "The recent activities of the Church of the Holy Light are becoming more and more radical. In the name of fighting heresy, they have begun to suppress other sects in various places, and they have greatly To absorb shallow believers and new believers on a large scale, their size has doubled in a short period of time..."
"Shallow believers...do you want to rely on numbers..." The Grand Master muttered to himself, and finally shook his head, "Seeking their own way of death... If they continue to develop, they will be swallowed up by the holy light of their beliefs sooner or later. , all their efforts at the moment are nothing but weaving a noose for themselves."
"But if they really succeed, the God of Light will probably become an unmatched existence..."
"Other sects will not sit still. The stronger the power of the Holy Light, the stronger the resistance it has to face."
"Yes."
After dozens of minutes, Bertila left the bottom floor of the underground palace, walked through the deep corridor full of crazy ravings and dark horrors, and left all the auditory hallucinations behind her.
Looking at the brightly lit corridor of the underground palace in front of her, she whispered to herself, "A 'foreign wanderer' who can't even give an answer to the Book of Ultimate..."
There is a steady stream of visitors in front of Cecil's mansion at 4 Crown Street, San Sunil.
Since the Cecil family fell to the bottom overnight, this is the second time this mansion has been so lively in a whole century.
The last time was when Duke Gawain Cecil returned to the capital.
The multiple recruiting messages from Santis did have an effect. Even if people's doubts about the Dark Mountains are still there, there are still many people who will take a look at the situation. Those who can meet and report with the contact person left by Santis in the Craftsmen Association and the Scholars Association are eligible to come to No. 4 Crown Street, at least they must be members of the Mage Association with the official mortal level, or a big person. A letter of recommendation will do.
But even with such a "filter", No. 4 Crown Street received dozens of visitors during the day.
It makes sense that there are so many responders - when Gawain first published recruitment information in Wangdu six months ago, the southern border development was just a piece of paper. Apart from a development plan, people could not see any guarantees and prospects. , Naturally, there are no responders, but it has been more than half a year now, and the pioneering team in the South has at least firmly established a firm foothold, which is equivalent to breaking most of the bad rumors about the Dark Mountains, Santis At this time, the members of the Mage Association took the Duke's order and led a bright team to conduct a formal open recruitment in the capital. The situation would naturally be different.
At least this time, scholars, mages, and craftsmen in the capital can see some practical protection.
Those who have made achievements and do not worry about survival may not be shaken, but those who are already down and out and only want to survive will inevitably be tempted.
Among all the people who responded to the recruitment, the largest number were rune craftsmen and organ masters who signed up with the Craftsmen Association, followed by the desolate scholars and clerks who signed up with the Scholars Association. The number of mages was the smallest, and a considerable part of them only maintained wait-and-see attitude.
"The Witch" Jibrley stood in the living room on the first floor of the mansion, smilingly welcoming the visitors who were wearing mage robes or short robes, quietly observing the subtle changes in everyone's expressions.
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