The meat shield of the era of aura recovery

Chapter 286 The World Named Death

"By the way, why don't we use spiritual power to speed up?" Lin Xiaoqiang suddenly remembered that he was still a martial king while running. He stopped and asked Song Wanhua seriously beside him.

Hearing Lin Xiaoqiang's words, Song Wanhua was also stunned, but she bit her finger and looked at the dense forest behind her with some fear.Lin Xiaoqiang knew what he was looking at. Those strange stone carvings were really scary. Could it be that he was worried about the stone carvings?

"Let's forget it, I always feel like I don't dare to disturb those giants." Song Wanhua smiled miserably, pinching her hair a little awkwardly.

Lin Xiaoqiang chuckled, and understood her thoughts very well. It is better to maintain a little awe for this kind of civilization relic that has existed for an unknown how long. King Wu is not invincible, and there is also Emperor Martial Saint and Martial God on it.

The two continued to run wildly, and after a while they came to their original location. When they saw the dark corridor, they instantly remembered the skeletons hanging on the ceiling of the corridor. He wisely didn't tell Song Wanhua.

"Do you want to see the history of war?" Lin Xiaoqiang pointed to the dark corridor, "The ability to draw spiritual consciousness in should be a natural formation, and there will be no danger."

Song Wanhua hesitated for a while, then shook her head, "Forget it, I'm afraid I won't be able to accept that kind of scene, it's a cruel war, it's a giant's war, and it's not like you haven't seen the giant stone sculpture behind."

Lin Xiaoqiang nodded sympathetically. Giants fight with the most primitive force, that is, physical conflict. There are all kinds of violent scenes. Even his king-level mind can hardly resist being scared.

"Indeed, you can see how terrible the war between giants is from the stone sculptures that tear off their heads at every turn." Lin Xiaoqiang shook his head and led Song Wanhua to the other side.

There are very regular patterns engraved on the back wall of the palace, which are very complex but extremely symmetrical, and if you look closely, you can find that the entire pattern spreads from a small pattern in the center, and the extent of the spread also follows a certain pattern. .

Just looking at it can make people feel the beauty of mathematical laws, and can explain the beauty of infinite laws from one point of view.

It took the two of them ten minutes to run to the other side of the palace, and they came to the exit of the "History of Civilization" corridor on the left.

The corridor of civilization history in front of him was still as dark as the corridor of war history. Lin Xiaoqiang couldn't help looking up to the ceiling. Fortunately, there was nothing strange there.

"I can't feel the flow of the wind." Song Wanhua said with her eyes closed.

"When will you still have the wind power?" Lin Xiaoqiang looked at Song Wanhua unexpectedly, only to see the latter roll his eyes, "The air is flowing!"

Lin Xiaoqiang slapped his head, "Does this mean that this corridor is a dead end?"

"No, such a small corridor is obviously not for giants, why is such a small corridor built in the giant's palace?" Lin Xiaoqiang suddenly noticed this, "Could it be that this civilization is still supported by giants and humans? "

"Go in and have a look and you'll know?" Song Wanhua rolled her eyes at him, "You still have to think wildly when the answer is right in front of you."

Lin Xiaoqiang scratched his hair in embarrassment, "Okay, I'll go ahead, and if there is any accident, I won't die suddenly."

Song Wanhua rolled her eyes and waited for Lin Xiaoqiang to walk in front. She could sense the release of Lin Xiaoqiang's spiritual consciousness, and Song Wanhua quietly waited for his response.

"It's not dangerous. It's just a little strange." Lin Xiaoqiang's voice echoed in the corridor.

Song Wanhua looked at him strangely, "Why is it so strange?"

"See for yourself, but it's possible to have a nightmare."

With strong doubts, Song Wanhua probed her spiritual consciousness to the wall of the corridor, and an irresistible force surged out, wrapping her spiritual consciousness and sinking deeply into the world in the mural.

Weak shouts reverberated in the desert, and some people with strange parts were working in the desert in an unintelligible language. They buried stones in the desert, and respectfully performed the five-body throwing ceremony.

The human line across the entire desert would kneel down every 22 steps and bury the stones in their own baskets into the desert.

These people with strange animal parts pushed the human line tirelessly. After someone died, the people around him would take over the stones in his back basket and continue to bury the stones.

Time passed by, and when Song Wanhua came back to her senses, all the people across the desert were killed, and their bodies began to weather and were buried by the yellow sand.

The picture flashed, and another scene reappeared in front of my eyes: a giant more than ten or twenty meters high was holding the orc's corpse and gently placed it in a huge pit, as if it was being buried.

The picture flashed again, changing to another way of burial, this time it was the orcs who buried the orcs.

Song Wanhua regretted seeing this very much. She didn't know what the recorder had in mind. The angle of view was either on the corpse or on the fatal wound. Some bloody scenes Song Wanhua couldn't forget even if she wanted to.

High-level king-level spiritual senses cannot escape this kind of scene, and Song Wanhua was forced to watch all this.She really wanted to scream to release her pressure, but her spiritual sense couldn't do it. In this scene, she couldn't even feel her own body.

But fortunately, this burial scene didn't last long. During a certain change in the picture, the tone suddenly became brighter. The giant orcs worked in harmony, and the city was slowly built under their hands.

A wider and wider city appeared in the eyes of the recorder until it exceeded the recorder's field of vision and extended to an invisible distance.

However, at this moment, the recorder's field of vision suddenly went dark, and it cannot be said that the recorder was blind. It should be said that the whole world suddenly turned into night, and countless dark enemies appeared under the cover of the night. Inexhaustible, see no limit.

After that, the recorder's field of vision tilted and disappeared.

Suddenly, the spiritual consciousness was pulled out from the world of murals, and Song Wanhua stood there in a daze, unable to tell which side was the reality.

"This civilization was attacked by the world behind the dimensional rift."

The voice next to her ear fluctuated from far to near, until she felt someone patting on her shoulder, Song Wanhua gasped as if waking up from a dream, and finally recovered from that scene.

After finally understanding Lin Xiaoqiang's words, Song Wanhua looked at Lin Xiaoqiang in a dazed way, "I haven't seen the dimensional rift appear before."

"The recorder didn't see it, but someone drew the dimensional crack." Lin Xiaoqiang pointed to a stone mural on the wall.

"Look here, does this crack look like the one we saw before?"

(End of this chapter)