"Okay, I'll be back as soon as possible. By the way, you must pay attention to that orange mask! I feel like he's definitely not simple!"
"Don't worry, I'm Sequence One!"
After watching Thrall leave, the great shaman who had been smiling just now suddenly became serious and turned to another shaman and said:
"Notify the remaining tribesmen who have not yet arrived to rush to His Highness Sar's place. That place is more important than our place!"
The shaman behind him nodded and left immediately, but he had only taken a few steps when the strong elephant man couldn't help but cough.
Although he didn't take it seriously and coughed slightly as if his throat was choked, the Great Shaman couldn't help but look up at the sky and said:
"I hope it's just my old age."
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In the old royal capital surrounded by the orc army, behind the city wall carefully maintained by the Blue Hand Apostles, inside the royal palace that has been closed for many years.
Sanchez and the extremely handsome man were walking slowly among them.
Both sides looked around in amazement.
The Age of Gods is an extremely distant existence even for the two of them.
But as he walked, he came to a large floor-to-ceiling mirror that was still bright and translucent even after countless eons.
Looking at the two people in the mirror, Sanchez couldn't help but frown slightly.
It wasn't because of the handsome man with angry eyes and roaring next to his reflection, but because Sanchez remembered something else.
As if he knew what Sanchez was thinking, the handsome man smiled and said:
"Do you think the way we came in was too disgusting? Don't worry, I don't think your opinion is offensive. There are many people who think I am disgusting."
The way they both came in was actually very simple, that was disease!
Not only can a small sneeze spread a large number of germs all around, but these germs will also continue to spread outward in the air and persist for a long time.
With the help of the handsome man's ability, the two of them appeared in the palace thanks to the germs sprayed by a remnant.
I am the plague, I am the disease, I am everything.
This is the ultimate answer to the plague pathway.
At the same time, this is really disgusting in the eyes of most people. However, it is really hard to guard against.
Wherever there is disease, even if it is not caused by Him, He can arrive in an instant.
And because it did not come directly from the supernatural plague, even the Sequence Ones would find it difficult to detect His arrival.
Of course, He himself might not care about appearing with this ability, but Sanchez, a normal person or a normal human-god, is quite disgusting.
It’s just that Sanchez has always been reluctant to express his views directly.
But for the handsome man, he doesn't care what Sanchez and other people think!
He opened his arms and said with enthusiasm and excitement:
“It’s only natural that the ultimate beauty is not understood by the public!”
As he spoke, the handsome man proudly said to the Victoria Palace beside him:
"I heard that the Louvre is also filled with countless masterpieces that are difficult for outsiders to understand. It is undoubtedly beautiful, but ordinary people cannot understand it. Although it is not quite the same as my ultimate beauty, it is ultimately the same goal!"
"If the Lord of Painted Shadows were still alive, I would really like to have a good talk with Him about what beauty is!"
Sanchez breathed a sigh of relief. Even if there was no need, his old habits could not be changed.
"Please don't forget the main purpose of our coming here."
The handsome man shook his head and walked to the front with a smile. Then he gently pushed open the door covered with ancient seals, bowed and smiled at Sanchez:
"I will certainly not forget our purpose. So please allow me to welcome you on behalf of all aesthetic seekers!"
"Dear God Sanchez! Behind this door is the famous Louvre!"
Sanchez raised his eyebrows, walked around the man and entered the palace behind the gate.
This is a long corridor-style building with a towering dome, and countless painted wall windows on both sides of the building.
The most common items are ancient masterpieces carefully preserved in extraordinary frames.
The corridor was so long that even the two people here couldn't see the end.
The only thing they could see at the end of their eyes, apart from the countless temple pillars, was a tiny white dot. That was a symbol of infinity!
Sanchez took a closer look before saying to the handsome man:
"The Lord of Painting and Shadows interfered with the space here so that an infinite number of paintings could be placed in a limited space. The legend is wrong. The number of paintings collected here is not hundreds of thousands, but infinite!"
"It's just that under normal circumstances, the masterpieces that should be displayed should be those included in the collection, but it seems that someone actively destroyed them. No, they should have activated some kind of defense measure of the Louvre."
"Today the Louvre has become an endless gallery filled with confusing pictures."
The handsome man took a look and then smiled and raised his hand to call out an ancient and extremely beautiful painting and said:
"You are wrong about one thing. The paintings here are indeed endless, but each of them is a masterpiece. They are not just for confusing purposes."
With a light touch of his hand, the handsome man's fingers easily penetrated the extraordinary frame and touched the masterpiece inside.
Immediately, the handsome man raised his eyebrows and said:
"And they almost all come from the Lord of Painted Shadows! This is trouble, God Sanchez."
280 The World in the Painting
Sanchez frowned slightly when he heard this, looked up at the endless corridor and said:
"Are you saying that all the nearly endless paintings here are by Ingres, the Lord of Shadows? But, isn't that normal? Wait, are you saying that each of these paintings is filled with unfathomable spirituality and mystery?"
The handsome man waved his hand to return the painting to its original place, then raised his hand to summon a new one. He held the painting in his hand and said:
"How lucky! This is an infinite gallery, which means there are infinite paintings by the Lord of Painting Shadows. Compared to this number, the works of famous painters are almost nonexistent."
"In the end, I found one, which is really rare."
"I'm asking you a question?"
Sanchez seemed a little impatient.
The handsome man then said to Sanchez:
"You're right. According to common sense, a painting that can contain a world must have extremely unique features, such as great mystery or something else that can be seen at a glance."
"But it's different here. All the works by the Lord of Painting Shadows in the Louvre are full of such strangeness. You can even say that every painting here is a fake of the world in the painting!"
After putting the painting in his hand back to its original place, the handsome man said to Sanchez very straightforwardly:
"I don't know how the Lord of Painting Shadows did it, but I'm sure there's no way I can crack it. So I can only rely on you. You are the only god of the Prophet's Path. You should be able to accurately bypass these tricks, right?"
Sanchez glanced at the handsome man with a smile on his face, then turned to the Endless Gallery and raised his hand and said:
"I see a sad future in which we are lost among palaces and galleries."
"But I refuse!"
"I am Sanchez, the god who can predict and control the future. I refuse the pathetic journey of getting lost. Future, please show us the only answer!"
Sanchez forcibly merged the uniqueness of his own path. Although he was theoretically a god at this moment, Sanchez, who lacked rituals and even anchor points, was inferior to the orthodox Sequence Zero in many aspects, let alone his main god Buffy Morse.
Therefore, even when facing a long-dead god, in order to modify the future and prophecies he saw, Sanchez not only spent more time and effort than Buffy Morse, but also paid an interesting price - hair!
When Sanchez's voice fell, all his hair disappeared.
However, what replaced it was the rapid retreat of the endless gallery, and the tiny white dot at the end was also rapidly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When everything was over, the Endless Gallery had already disappeared. And the two of them had also reached the end of this Endless Corridor which theoretically did not exist!
Looking at the towering wall in front of him that represents the end of the palace and the huge canvas embedded in the barrier.
The handsome man couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh:
"Did Ingres not hide the world in the painting within the infinite painting, but directly hid it at the end where outsiders could never reach?"
The handsome man said to Sanchez who had become bald and smiled:
"You know, respected God Sanchez, our Plague Pathway is adjacent to the Life and Nature Pathway. So if you have an idea, I might be able to help you grow a new head of hair."
"No need for that. The price is the price, and avoiding the price is not a good thing."
After Sanchez glanced at the handsome man, he looked at the huge mural in front of him without saying anything more.
Who dares to let the plague play with their body
It was an old painting that was mottled and full of charred burn marks.
Although it was covered with traces of burns, one could still see through the painting itself what kind of world the Lord of Painting Shadows had depicted.
The huge mural depicts a beautiful city built in the distant mountains and covered by clouds, as well as a large area of fertile and rich land and a long river that flows continuously.
Regarding this painting, the handsome man thought about it and said:
"Did Ingres paint the Victorian dynasty into his paintings?"
Sanchez shook his head.
“It should be said that the Master of Painting Shadows reproduced the Victorian dynasty in his own paintings.”
The painting depicts nothing else but the distant view of the Victorian dynasty.
The handsome man raised his hand and touched the huge mural and said:
"The mottled canvas holds relics of the past; the fire that burned the world did not burn everything."
As He spoke, He slowly moved His fingers from the intact area on the canvas to the charred burn marks.
"It was a fire fueled by loyalty and deceit and sacrifice."
"This flame doesn't seem to be coming from the painting."
The handsome man tentatively stretched out his finger, then raised his brows and retracted it, then turned to Sanchez and said:
"Have you arrived at any new interpretation of your prophecy?"
Sanchez shook his head and said:
"We lack a lot of necessary information, but this is indeed a world in a painting. Knowing this is enough."
Sanchez expressed his views with an expressionless face, and at the same time he extended his hand towards the mural.
The next moment, his arm seemed to be placed in water, causing ripples on the mural and then easily sinking into it.
Sanchez, who seemed to have a sense of the world over there, said in surprise:
“What a strange world!”
After saying this, Sanchez withdrew his arm in the ripples, and after looking at the world in the painting in front of him with admiration again, Sanchez turned his head and said to the handsome man:
"How about it? Do you want to go in together?"
In response to Sanchez's invitation, the handsome man smiled and said:
"The world in the painting is right before my eyes, and the treasures all over the land are within my reach. At this moment, can you tell me what your ritual is?"
Sanchez also smiled and said:
"It seems so, but the exact situation of the world in the painting is still unknown, so please allow me to put everything on hold for now. And this is not something you need to worry about, right?"
"After all, we are partners. Wouldn't it be nice for me to pay attention to my partners and provide some help?"
Because the seeds of suspicion had already been planted, the two sides not only became increasingly alienated from each other, but also their words and deeds became increasingly undisguised. The only thing holding them together was a little fig leaf.
The reason why the two sides can still stand together at present is probably only because of their fear of the unknown.
The one who finally gave in was the handsome man. He smiled and was the first to walk into the world in the painting.
"Let us see what the terrible Knight looks like!"
After hesitating for a moment, Sanchez also disappeared in the ripples.
281 The curtain opens!
When the two were completely immersed in the ripples, all they saw was a dazzling white light.
The next moment, both of them smelled the fragrance in the air, which should be the fragrance of trees that people can smell after a refreshing rain at noon.