In this huge underground cave, needles can be heard quietly at this moment.
Everyone still maintained a stiff posture, tilted their heads, and stared blankly at the inexplicable scene in front of them.
Confused.
Heimos, who still had a ferocious expression on his face, was also one of the sluggish people.
His hand was still firmly gripping Garlan's arm, fingers clasped tightly.
He stared blankly at Garlan, his eyes confused, obviously he didn't know why he would do such a thing.
Garlan looked up at Heimos.
He saw that the golden traces in Heimos's original golden red eyes had almost disappeared, and the gorgeous blood seemed to devour everything.
Looking at those blood-red pupils, it was as if he could see the sea of blood in hell burning and churning in the depths, making people shudder.
No one dared to look at him.
Garland stood there, motionless.
He raised his right hand slightly, and made a gesture not to approach the knights who were trying to approach.
He just stood in front of Heimos, raised his head, and let the other side clasp his arms without struggling.
His eyes were fixed on those terrifying and confused blood-red pupils.
"I'll keep my word."
He says,
"Heimos, if you leave me, I need new powers for Aaron Landis."
Garlan watched Heimos' pupils shrunk suddenly.
He was not soft-hearted, and continued to speak in a rational, almost cruel tone.
"If you leave me, I will let others replace you and let others be my strength."
"Whether it's Elson's princess, or someone else."
"You know, in order to protect Aaron Landis, I'll do it."
Ignoring the pain that the other party squeezed his arm harder and harder, Garlan looked at Heimos sternly, and his voice suddenly increased.
"So, if you don't want to be abandoned by me, wake me up immediately!"
Heimos's pupils are shrinking violently, like a violently churning sea under a storm, and the huge waves are raging.
He didn't move, but his face was so distorted by the struggle that he was obviously struggling against some unseen powerful force, trying his best to break free from the opponent's shackles.
He was breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead wet a few strands of black hair, clinging to his brown cheeks.
The sharply shrunk pupils stared straight at Garlan, as if to imprint the other person's figure in the bottom of his eyes.
The boy stood, wet blond hair scattered on his shoulders, against his slender neck, which was slightly raised.
A little water mark on the tip of the forehead hair slowly dripped along the cheek.
Even standing in this sea of blood, he was still clean and light, so clean that he could not get the slightest bloody aura.
In the darkness, only his golden eyes were as bright as the sun shining on the earth on the ground.
He called his name: "Heimos."
The bright golden color in the boy's eyes seemed to seep into and melt into Heimos' pupils little by little, neutralizing the hostility and restoring his clarity.
The blood red gradually faded, and even the evil spirit that blended with the blood also dissipated.
Heimos let out a slow, long breath.
He released the hand that held Garlan's arms, closed his eyes, and put one hand on his head.
When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Garlan's eyes back to the softness it had always been.
He leaned over, bowed his head deeply, resting his forehead on Garlan's right shoulder.
"… So sad."
He put his arms around Garlan and said in a low voice, his almost murmured voice sounded like he was coquettish.
"Um."
Garlan hummed, raised his hand, and patted Heimos lightly on the back.
It looked like a big black wolf who was wronged and so coquettish on his own master.
While filming, he said angrily,
"It's so easy to be controlled by others, but it's too embarrassing to say something about the strongest knight, and it's too embarrassing to say that you want to protect me."
"You said to let someone else replace me."
Heimos whispered, in a voice only the two of them could hear.
The big black wolf was a little aggrieved.
"Wouldn't that rouse you to wake you up?"
Heimos wanted to say something else, and suddenly a hand stretched out from behind, grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him back.
"Your Excellency Heimos."
Kaihos, who pulled Heimos away from Garlan, looked at him with a smile.
Half of his cheeks and blond hair were dyed blood red because they were pressed to the ground by Heimos just now, soaked in a pool of blood, which made him look a little more murderous at the moment.
"We can't waste time now, we must enter the door as soon as possible to stop the religion of all things."
Heimos was also dissatisfied with the behavior of Kaijos pulling him away.
But when he looked back and saw the appearance of the other party, the black knight who was able to press the other party to the ground and beat him just now felt a rare guilty conscience, and looked away uncomfortably.
"Heimos, do you know what the Church of All Things is doing in it?"
Garland asked.
Heimos shook his head.
"I fell into their trap and was stunned by a very strange scent, and after that..."
He frowned, the corners of his narrow eyes slightly raised.
Looking up at the huge bronze stone gate, his eyes became extremely sharp, revealing obvious ruthlessness.
"Whatever they want to do, it has to be stopped."
Garland said categorically.
"walk into."
He took the lead and walked forward, and everyone followed behind him.
Xia, who had been staying under the stone steps, ran up quickly, and a series of blood splashes splashed under her feet.
He gave Heimos a deep look, his dark blue eyes flashed, and then he followed Garlan.
Soon, everyone stood at the foot of the stone gate.
A huge stone gate inlaid with bronze stood on the blood-colored earth and rose from the ground.
Garlan raised his hand and pressed it on the black cyan stone.
The chill penetrated into the skin instantly, and the icy cold was biting.
He pushed hard, but Shimen didn't move.
Garlan turned to look at the two behind him.
Cayhoes and Heimos knew each other and stepped forward to stand in front of the two doors. They glanced at each other, and then exerted force at the same time.
Shimen is extremely heavy, and it can be seen from the bulging muscles on the arms of the two.
However, no matter how heavy it was, with the concerted efforts of these two powerful knights, the stone gate made a harsh rubbing sound and slowly opened.
The moment the thick stone door opened, a strong bloody aura surged out from it.
Originally standing on this bluestone square where the blood was flowing, the blood was already very strong. However, the bloody smell coming from the open stone door was several times stronger than the outside, so strong that it was almost suffocating.
Frowning deeply, and resisting the choking smell of blood, Garlan and his group walked in quickly.
All were on alert.
They think that awaiting them at the gate will be a fierce onslaught of cultists, and they are about to get caught up in an uphill battle.
But the next second, when they saw the scene inside the gate, everyone stood there.
A horrific scene that had never been seen before unfolded in front of everyone.
The strange and bloody scene was so shocking that their minds were left blank.
Behind the stone gate is a huge stone hall.
Black-cyan hexagonal diamond-shaped stone pillars rise from the ground, stand up, and surround the hall in an arc.
The sky of the hall is invisible, hidden in the darkness.
The ground of the hall has been soaked in blood.
It was a real sea of corpses and blood.
Countless corpses were piled high and scattered around the hall.
One after another corpses overlapped, forming a mountain of corpses piled up.
Blood flowed endlessly from the bottom of the countless corpse mountains, submerging the ground of the stone hall, forming a vast ocean that covered the insteps of people.
A few pillars of fire stood in the sea of blood, and the faint firelight illuminated the corpses on the mountain of corpses, and illuminated the black-blue robes on their bodies.
Their eyes widened, their pupils dilated, their eyes staring blankly at the void.
There were deep cuts on their wrists, ankles, and throats, and blood was still flowing out of them.
The corners of their mouths were raised, and there was no sign of pain on their faces, instead they smiled brightly and contentedly.
Blood washed over the piled up mountains of corpses, and all the dead people had such weird smiles on their faces.
Watching this astonishing scene in the stone hall, everyone only felt hairs in their hearts, and an infiltrating chill rushed into their hearts.
The people present are all knights who have fought on the battlefield all the year round and fought in the flesh and blood. They have seen the battlefield full of corpses. They have killed countless enemies with their own hands. The flesh of the enemy, let their mounts trample the corpse of the enemy - they are used to death, war and blood.
They are strong and tenacious knights, both in valor and in spirit.
But at this moment, looking at the scene in front of them, they couldn't help feeling horrified—it had nothing to do with courage, it was the instinct of human beings to resist strange and terrifying things from the bottom of their hearts.
"These are all... followers of the religion of all things?"
A knight could not help but speak.
"Looking at the clothes, it's true."
"It looked as if they all committed suicide."
"There is no sign of resistance, not even a sign of struggle."
"That is to say... they cut their hands, feet and throats and watched themselves bleed to death?"
"I'm afraid it is."
The crowd fell silent again.
Watching themselves bleed to death without a struggle, and just dedicate their lives to the altar, these cultists are terribly insane.
"What are they trying to do?"
Looking around the stone hall where only the dead were left, Kaihos said with a frown.
"It seems that some kind of sacrifice is being held... Although it is still unknown what the consequences will be, I think it will lead to terrible things."
Garlan said, staring solemnly ahead.
At a glance, it can be roughly estimated that there are as many as five or six hundred cultists who died here, and the corpses almost filled the entire huge stone hall.
He was awe-inspiring.
Although it stands to reason that gods cannot interfere in human affairs, Gallan has never seen any terrifying miracles performed by this so-called evil god with his own eyes.
Those who do evil are all believers of the religion of all things. The so-called infinite power is not afraid of pain, but it is only a special drug effect.
However, after being entangled with this cult for so long, Gallan also vaguely felt that the priests of the religion of all things did have the power to influence people's minds and seduce the darkest and most evil desires in people's hearts.
If this kind of power can spread out on a large scale and seduce the evil thoughts in the hearts of countless people...
I am afraid that a large-scale war will break out on this continent.
If things go on like this, it is very likely that it will be just like what he saw in his dream, not only Aaron Landis, but the entire continent will be destroyed in the fire of war, and finally become a lifeless wasteland...
"Everything will pass away."
A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the dead stone hall.
The sound did not come from one place, but from all directions.
"Only the mother goddess of all things will be eternal."
Heimos, who had been scanning the surroundings coldly, suddenly raised his head, his gaze cut through the darkness like a sharp sword and stabbed forward.
It was the voice he had ever heard!
"Come on, I've been waiting for a long time."
"Come to the front of God and prostrate at the feet of the great God."
The hoarse voice continued to reverberate in the entire stone hall, low and thick, with a long trace of vicissitudes.
"Not right."
Kaihos approached Garlan and lowered his voice.
"Your Majesty, I don't know what will happen later. For your safety, it is better to exit first."
Garland shook his head.
"That's too late."
This may be the reason why he secretly felt that he had to come here.
The young man clenched his hands.
This sacrifice cannot be allowed to succeed, and Aaron Landis and the entire continent cannot be destroyed in the fire of war as he had dreamed.
He has to stop.
"Walk."
Stepping on the bloody ocean under his feet and walking past the corpse mountains around him, Garlan and his party walked forward.
In front of the main hall, a huge black veil hangs down in the middle, separating the front hall from the rear hall.
Garlan took a deep breath, then stretched out his hand to lift the black veil in front of him, and strode inside.
As soon as he entered, the suddenly brightened environment made him squinting.
After a while, after getting used to it, he finally saw everything in front of him.
It is completely two extremes from the dark apse where the dead are piled up like mountains and full of blood. The front apse behind the black veil is spotless.
Countless torches hung on the blue stone walls, illuminating the front hall brightly.
At the end of the front hall, on the huge black-blue high platform, a giant statue stands on it.
It is so majestic that it is daunting at a height of fifty meters.
It stands on the ground, and anyone standing at the foot of the statue is like an ant, too small to be attacked.
An eerie chill emanated from it.
Garland has seen countless statues, but he has never seen such a strange statue.
This statue has only one thigh, and a thick black stone tail supports it, allowing it to stand firmly in the hall.
The torso of a normal person, but the chest has only one breast, which bulges from the middle of the chest.
Long jet-black hair like the night sky scatters from around the statue.
There was only one huge golden eye on that face.
One hand was wrapped in a long cloth, the other hand stretched forward, holding a round stone ball in his hand. Huge black-cyan wings spread out behind the statue, extremely long, almost covering the entire front hall.
The shape of this giant statue is obviously so strange, but it blends together wonderfully, forming a wonderful softness.
Not only does it not make people feel excluded, but it feels inexplicably close.
"All things will go to the way of disappearance, and the mother goddess who created all things will once again wake up from her slumber."
A low, hoarse voice sounded clearly in Garland's ears again.
He looked up and looked forward.
At the foot of the huge statue, a figure in a black cyan robe was slowly walking down the stone steps of the high platform.
The wide hood covered the man's face.
However, even though that person's face was hidden in the darkness, Garlan could clearly feel that the person's gaze was fixedly fixed on him from the shadows.
"... so dazzling... this bright light of the soul..."
It was a whisper, as if speaking to itself, in a strange tone, like a sigh.
"O young king of Aaron Landis..."
The sound is not loud, low, calm.
The man was obviously far away from him, but the hoarse voice seemed to ring in his ears, as if the man was speaking right in front of him.
"Everything you do is in vain..."
"...you should have seen...the future of your kingdom, the future of this continent..."
"The people around you will die one by one, like the lion king... The kingdom will die one day... The continent is destined to be destroyed in the flames of war... Everything in this world will perish... "
"Young king, you can't change anything."
"No matter how you struggle, everything you want to protect will be destroyed over time."
"This is the future."
The low words of the priest in black and blue robes are like prophecies from the gods.
"This is destiny."