In the darkness, Hades walked past the corpses lying on the ground with familiarity. Those people looked like ordinary residents of the City of Perfection. They were wearing robes with prayers embroidered on them, and it seemed that they had suddenly fallen down while running.
Beside Hades, Cyrene covered his mouth tightly, trying to keep up with Hades' pace. Those corpses looked like they were still alive, their skins were fresh, but... their inner selves were gone.
Cyrene stepped carefully over the arm of a corpse, and she felt her heart pounding. This was the one beside her... Was this done by the being? Was this witchcraft? But was there really witchcraft that would be so blasphemous
She glanced as faintly as she could at the giant beside her, and he looked like some mysterious and ancient being, but... not evil
No, Cyrene said to himself, you cannot judge good from evil by appearances.
Near them, the Soulless troops wearing black armor had been deployed throughout the exhibition hall. Holding grenade launchers, they carefully inspected the exhibits in the hall.
Only at night, these exhibits collected from alien planets became terrifying under the cover of darkness. The structure of the hall was very simple, just a large platform filled with various exhibits. In the center of the hall was a tall sculpture of the emperor - a necessary sculpture in every perfect city building.
For some reason, the clock on the wall had stopped long ago, but Cyrene remembered that the complex device consisting of exposed cables and a small steam engine had never stopped working.
The pointer above points to 00:07.
"All right,"
She heard the black-armored giant muttering to himself,
"I hate these metaphorical things the most."
The giant walked straight towards where he was going with a clear goal. They passed by the nine-handed Buddha statue, with nine eyeball-sized inlaid pearls emitting a creepy luster in the darkness; they passed by the red gold sword rack with eight swords, the rust on it looked like blood; they passed by seven bundles of wheat, which seemed to be crawling with maggots; they passed by the hexagonal purple-red gauze tent, with strangely shaped columns lying on the gauze...
Cyrene looked at them in amazement. These exhibits were hidden among a large number of exhibits and were not noticeable on weekdays. After all, there were even artifacts made of human skin and bones among other exhibits. But as long as visitors walked along a specific route, they would definitely pass by them.
Finally, Hades stopped beside the sculpture of the Emperor in the center of the hall. The statue of the Emperor was looking at them majestically with empty eyes.
"Stand back."
Hades said softly, listening to the cautious footsteps of the blessed lady beside him, Hades took a deep breath, and the next moment, surging darkness descended.
He raised his sickle—
"Bang!!!"
Hades smashed the statue of the Emperor!
Cyrene covered her mouth and let out a short scream. Her eyes went dark and she couldn't stop praying to the emperor in her heart.
The hard stone peeled off like wall paint, revealing the rotten and dirty core inside. Waves of indescribable stench wafted out from it, and yellow-white pus oozed out. Countless rusty iron chains stretched out from the bottom of the stone, entwining the broken sword inside.
The broken sword was covered in rust, but still looked extremely sharp, with enchanting patterns flowing on the obsidian blade.
The sword seemed to have its own life, but it was obviously dying. The moment the broken sword appeared in people's sight, the darkness around Hades instantly deepened to a deeper level.
And at the moment when the stench wafted out, the black-armored soldiers around Cyrene pressed a helmet on her head as quickly as possible. At first, Cyrene thought they were going to kill her, but when she realized that they were trying to protect her, Cyrene quietly accepted the helmet.
Cyrene heard the giant muttering something she couldn't understand.
"It's shipped, or it's SSR?"
"What the hell?"
But after confirming that the sword posed no threat at the moment, the giant stood up and walked towards her. Darkness descended on her and she suddenly felt dizzy.
A completely different and majestic voice sounded,
"You see, ma'am, this is why the Perfect City had to burn."
He casually looked at the broken sword in the shattered sculpture, holding the sickle like an old farmer who had just finished plowing the field, but his other hand was always on the pistol at his waist.
"There is obviously something wrong with your beliefs. I think the Emperor is at least not like this. This... this is the truth. Can you understand?"
Cyrene gasped. She was originally immersed in the scene of the giant smashing the statue of the God-Emperor, but the existence of the broken sword directly shattered her.
Why... Why are there such unclean and filthy things in the sculptures of the God-Emperor? Cyrene's brain was trembling. She was sure that the God-Emperor she understood and believed in was definitely not such an existence. Then... Then what did they worship on a daily basis
Such blasphemy buried in the statue of God, this is... this is heresy... Is their faith tainted? Or are they wrong from the beginning? What is going on
Perhaps she had been silent for too long. The giant in front of her scratched his head, as if thinking about something. He spoke again.
"I can sense your piety... At least on this point you don't need to question or waver. You may be confused about this - ah, someone has come to you, go ask him."
"Who's looking for me?"
Cyrene spoke hoarsely, and the giant blinked.
"The one you most want to see... exists."
Then the giant quickly added the following sentences:
"This is not a good place for you to stay. You have seen the truth, and we obviously don't have any religious experts here. I haven't read the Holy Scriptures or anything like that. If I had, I would be able to talk to you about it. You should go find someone who knows about this. He's already here."
This series of words clearly completely blocked Cyrene's confused mind. The words were completely different from the giant itself and the weirdness emanating from this place. Cyrene felt that he might have often heard this tone of voice in the vegetable market.
She slowly erased her conclusion that the giant was a demon. A demon couldn't be... so kind and talkative.
She pursed her cracked lips. She had been through so much that night.
"You... What's your name, sir?"
"Hades."
As the giant spoke, he ordered the soldiers to send her away. He smiled at her in a friendly manner and waved goodbye. She was like an audience member being hurriedly driven out of the theater. Cyrene was confused, and she slowly realized the original meaning of the word...
"Pluto?"
Next, she turned around and saw a middle-aged man standing on the moonlit street. He was wearing a plain linen robe, a wreath of thorns on his head, and barefoot.
ah
Hades, who hurriedly sent the blessed lady away, breathed a sigh of relief. After confirming that the lady was not contaminated, he decisively asked her to find the Emperor.
Hades was almost out of control, thinking, what on earth is going on? Just now in the black domain, the psychic power here is not very strong
Even now, the sword did not emit a strong psychic aura, and Hades easily suppressed it with the Black Domain.
But…
Hades turned back.
Why is the Nemesis here? Did Erebus steal it ahead of time? Isn't this the sword that later stabbed Horus and caused his fall
Could it be that he successfully drew the SSR in advance
Or... did the Four Gods do this on purpose
Recommend books, recommend books!
(End of this chapter)