God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Here is—"

As soon as I entered this miniature Transmission Gate, the sorrowful singing in my ears also climbed to the high-pitched peak at the same time——Soshian this I realized that they were close to the birthplace of singing.

This is a mysterious passage with brilliant lights and vibrant colors. With the ghost fire's gleaming dim optical cable embedded in the two walls, the two turned a few more turns in the corridor and stepped into it. A domed ring room.

But then, the scene in the room stunned Soshian to stop at the entrance, which aroused Veronica's screams of disgust and fear.

The blue optical fiber cable that gathered from all directions into the ring room meandered and snaked, confining a thin green skin in the middle of the floor tiles. The turbulent tongue of blue immersed him in it, and his neck was raised backwards. It turned into a trembling shrimp-like shape, and the scorched bubbling hands were turned into stern beast claws by the extreme pain, cooking every inch of his skin into thick soup on the stove.

And its face is even more horrible, the melted eyeballs left a pair of hollow eye sockets behind him, the severely distorted face sends cold shivers down one's spine, and the painful roar keeps from trying to wailing. Pouring out of his choking throat.

No matter how he tried, he could not escape the torture of this boundless. Even though his body was constantly twisting and shrinking because of pain, he still couldn't move his feet away from where the optical cables converge.

"God Emperor is on, what's the situation!?"

Soshian slowly approached the blazing green skin, and a cold aura came from him. The surroundings spilled out, allowing him to travel freely in the heat of the prairie prairie.

When only a short distance away, the singing seemed full of deception. After listening carefully to the melody, he realized that the truth was actually hidden under a layer of man-made disguise-Green Skin was indeed screaming Undoubtedly, it was the magic of witchcraft that made the miserable voice taste like honey.

So he extended the hand, intending to find out among the swaying flames.

The etheric energy and the Desolate Realm launched a fierce contest, knocking out waves of strong and powerful spiritual power.

"He was used as a fuel, turned into a living battery."

Veronica looked at the ring pattern under the green leather feet from a distance, while removing The noise of screams and movements mixed in my ears while studying the working principle of this kind of energy prison.

"He is supplying energy for this area. This design is quite original... I said why a green leather is suddenly missing."

"Ingenuity I think it’s crazy and heartbroken."

Soshian shook the head, drew out the plasma pistol from his waist, and aimed it at the center of the green skin's eyebrows.

"don't, don't, don't."

Veronica quickly stopped and said:

"His death will be interrupted The energy circulation here."

"What do you mean?"

Soshian put away the gun.

"He is just a small node in the entire psychic energy system. If the continuity of this system is hurriedly terminated..."

Spirit Race girl glances up at the arch above her head .

"The entire area will also be paralyzed, trapping us here, blocking all the roads leading to its core."

"The entire area?"

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Soshian inserted the gun back into the holster.

"What exactly are these rooms? These all are Spirit Race made?"

"I guessed it was made by the Spirit Race of Beyetán, but now it seems... ...It should be that the ancient green leather used some of Beyettan's technique."

Veronica pointed all around the winding carvings.

"these all are runes have been transformed by green leather. They are the same as those we have seen by the river, but they are not the same. I saw a small amount of green leather text, apparently a long time ago. Obtained this short-distance transmission technology from Beyettan and created..."

She hesitated for a moment, not daring to be sure of her judgment arbitrarily.

"... built some kind of temple, perhaps an altar for ceremony? The reason why Green Skin returns here again at this moment is mostly to take these secrets and powers for himself Yes."

"Here is some formidable power weapon hidden here? Some strange thing?"

"I don't know."

Soshian slightly nodded, stepping away from the scorching human figure in the middle of the room, towards the curved wall and the forbidden spells engraved in the floor tiles.

Veronica walked beside him, gently brushing her fingers across the ancient wall.

"These rooms are very old, or even quite old. If you can carefully print the runes here, they will be of great value."

"We don’t have so much time. ."

Hearing Soshian's conversation, Veronica sighed and looked away from the runes.

"Now we can't act rashly. If we destroy the fragile energy balance, all around all rooms will be sealed up, and once again escape into the boundless darkness."

Vero Nika's gaze penetrated the barrier of the material horizon, casting a bright blue shadow on her pupils.

After a while, she came back to his senses and said:

"Also, this area is not completely within the scope of reality."

Then she Use the sword to tap the floor that is gleaming with fluorescence.

"This material is not a 100% physical creation of the universe. It can be roughly understood as a complex of reality and illusion. The entities contained in it are removed, and most of the remaining mass comes from other places. The existence of noodles."

After listening, Soshian shook his head in confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, anyway, as long as you know that this material does not come from the universe we are in, so you can isolate this galaxy All the predictions and divinations, even if they are as strong as the subspace Evil God, may not be able to see what is hidden in it... How did those Ouke do it?"

Veronica Finally, he glanced at the tortured green skin, stepped forward, and stepped into the corridor on the opposite side of the room.

"Let's go."

When the two broke into the next room, more singing assaults the senses from the darkness, so Soshian couldn't help but have a strange illusion—— Are you in a magnificent underground theater?

The flat rhyme of the singing voice is familiar to send cold shivers down one's spine. Many words and rhymes in the music are exactly the same as the poems used to describe beliefs-as if they were once pure and single simple values ​​in At a certain point in the past, divided into two, half continued to flow forward and evolve, while the other half fell into the abyss of distortion, turning into a heretical path of the devils mixed blood deformity.

After the two followed the blue line under their feet for more than an hour, the terrain under their feet began to turn from downhill to uphill, and the steps began to become more and more towering.

They began to go up the stairs, every half a minute or so, they would pass by a huge statue-they are all giant Ouke wearing luxurious armor, each wearing a huge silver The horned helmet, the giant axe and the weapon in the hand remain as new after thousands of years.

I don’t know why, seeing their lifelike faces, Soshian felt that they would move again at the next moment, roar again, and kill again——