Moss is condensed on the stone tiles on the ground, giving it a withered color in the dim corridor that never sees sunlight all day long.
In addition to the scratches in the middle where people often move around and when moving goods, both sides of the corridor have been covered in moss, making the ground look like a tattered blanket.
Every time the heavy iron door at the end of the corridor was pushed open, the yellow and green stall was torn to pieces.
The dim light from behind the door illuminated the face of the middle-aged priest.
He seemed to be aging prematurely, with his mottled white hair neatly combed behind his head, his face contours sharp, his expression cold and hard, and he was wearing a black robe, like an iron soul.
The white shadow in his eyes swept across, making people shudder.
But as the voice came from behind the door, his face wrinkled slightly.
It seems like singing.
The distant hoarse moans and vague breathing were intertwined, as if they had turned into a light hymn, but this hymn was so weird, with a sticky texture, which was particularly unpleasant.
In the huge underground space behind the door, only the kerosene lamp hanging on the ceiling brought dim light.
Dozens of huge pools emitted a pungent smell. Some pools had surging waves, but it was unclear what was hidden there. Some pools are dry and empty, with only dark red mud at the bottom.
Some of the pools were half empty, and heavy iron chains hung down from the ceiling, half-hanging the behemoth, supporting the boneless creature.
It was like the flesh was forcibly kneaded together. After extracting all the bones, the pure flesh and blood relied on the pull of the chains to poke out part of the tissue from the deep pool.
Along with the ups and downs of the body, a vague white breath was exhaled from the mouth and nose, and the operation of the lungs produced a turbulent and turbid sound, which blended into the weird hymn and laid the tone of the melody.
The priest frowned, and without squinting, he passed through the inhuman creatures and walked straight to the end.
At the end of the hall, in front of the final deep pool, a scholar dressed in white lowered his head to observe the creation in the pool, immersed himself in marking something in his notebook, and was completely unaware of the person coming behind him.
It wasn't until the priest coughed twice in displeasure that he turned back, raised his heavy glasses, looked closely at it for a moment, and then nodded suddenly.
"Ah, you're here. Is the trial about to begin?"
"There are still three hours."
The priest responded indifferently: "On behalf of the Cardinal Council, I will investigate 'His' situation to ensure that He can attend the trial, and at least... can sit on the judged chair alive. Messengers from all countries are waiting for this event. Don’t make any mistakes when pronouncing the verdict.”
"Ah, don't worry about that."
A strange smile appeared on the scholar's old face: "He is very well now."
Along with his words, a huge searchlight hung down from the dome. After the electric sparks flashed, a pale dazzling light burst out. The lamppost plunged straight into the pool behind the scholar, illuminating... that in the pool. thing.
There is something floating in the dark green sticky liquid.
As soon as you see it, the first thing that attracts your attention is its bones.
It was as if the iron skeleton had been burned and then thrown into the water, twisting into strange shapes. In some places, joints that shouldn't exist had proliferated, and in other places it was completely mutilated.
You can only vaguely distinguish the twisted spine, many joints have been merged together, and there are joints coming out of strange places and floating in the water.
The same deformed muscles are attached to it, but they don't seem to be firmly attached, like seaweed floating in the tide. Diseased organs are growing between the cage of the skeleton and the seaweed. Some of them have grown outside the body without even realizing it.
It happened to be twisted like this, but after looking at it for the first time, I still felt... it looked like a human being.
Because of its head.
Compared with the twisted and deformed body, the head is so perfect, as if it is decorated with an exquisite face made by a god. The blond hair is floating in the solution like molten lapis lazuli.
The only thing that irritates the eyes is the huge iron bolt wedged into the bone from the back of its head, which even occupies the place where the brain tissue is. After removing everything that can be removed, something like a lock is filled in the skull.
Bind it within.
At that moment, the priest was stunned and felt chills all over his body.
"Are you shocked?"
The scholar laughed with satisfaction: "After all, when it was sent here, there was only half a head and a broken skeleton. In just two days, it has grown to this extent now. You see, the lymphatic tissue has almost recovered. Although Like the internal organs, it grew into a mess without any structure. But at least it will be no problem in court."
In the cold silence, the priest subconsciously drew the Holy Emblem on his chest, still feeling the lingering fear.
As if he realized that the scholar was teasing him, his expression became more and more gloomy: "At least give him some limbs, right? Also, what's going on with this bloody look?"
"Is this it? Don't worry, before that, we will implant him with a dermal layer, at least it will look... like a human being."
The scholar just shook his head slightly, and his expression turned mocking: "However, I think the people on the jury would rather see this look, right? If everyone could clearly understand what the so-called Son of God looked like, I'm afraid There will be no more inexplicable mercy.”
The priest's brows furrowed and his voice was cold: "Understand, I am here to convey the Holy See's decree to you! Not to negotiate with you! You just need to follow the order!"
A brief moment of silence.
The scholar looked at him with strange eyes, as if looking at a fool who knew nothing.
"Shh!"
The weird and sinister old man raised a finger to his mouth: "Keep your voice down, don't disturb him."
At that moment, the priest was stunned.
In the deep pool, in the thick liquid, under the golden strands, the face suddenly twitched, and then, the sleeping eyes suddenly opened.
The eye sockets on one side were empty, while on the other side, the bloodshot red eyes suddenly looked above the water, quietly looking into the priest's eyes.
Just by being looked at, he seemed to be swallowed up by great fear.
The priest staggered back, stepped on the slippery moss at the edge of the pool, and almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, an arm reached out and grabbed his hand.
"He's awake!"
The priest pointed at the thing in the water in shock, his expression distorted.
"No, no, no, it's just a neurological reaction." The scholar smiled strangely and let go of his hand. Only now did the priest feel a slippery feeling coming from his wrist. It was only then that he sounded. The touch when he was pulled was so soft, as if there were no bones... The scholar didn't feel anything unusual at all, his smile remained the same, and he just pointed at the pool: "Actually, the gray matter in his brain is all gone." Whether it is still conscious after being inhibited and removed is another matter."
The priest subconsciously asked: "What about the confession that the Bishop wants?"
"This is indeed a problem."
The scholar chuckled twice: "It is currently immersed in its own dream, and all interference from the outside world cannot wake it up. However, I heard that you were quite expert in interrogation in the early years. It is still early anyway, maybe you can try try?"
"Forget it, forget it..."
The priest shook his head without thinking.
However, before leaving, he couldn't help but turn around and look into the pool. His eyes swept over his pupils and separated them at the first touch.
Like the fear of being burned by a soldering iron.
"...Things like that are no longer considered human beings."
The door is closed.
"Haha." The scholar looked at the direction in which the priest was leaving, his smile still mocking.
But soon, something unexpected happened.
boom!
The ceiling shook, and dust fell.
Like an earthquake, the huge impact came from the city above the surface and reached the deep underground, still forming a terrifying impact.
It was as if a giant was trampling on the ground angrily, and the aftermath spread, bringing echoes of thunder.
In the deep pool, the thick dark green liquid also moved.
That pupil blinked.
Insignificant.
…
…
The first thunder rang out.
The iron curtain sky shook, and the torn scars had not yet healed. A faint twilight flowed in from outside the sky, illuminating the dark sea and sky.
It illuminates the steel monster that breaks through the waves.
The legendary warship Nomad Mountain roared, and in the sharp whistle, the melody of the Thunder Chapter was once again set off.
On the deck, Ye Qingxuan raised his hand, echoing the power of the Ethernet.
Endless ether gathered together, and in the terrifying waves that shook the world, he once again grasped the lightning spear that was made out of nothing, and threw it forward.
Gangnir roared.
Driven by the World Tree, it roared out towards the dark sea ahead.
The waves roll and everything passes through.
The thunder soared into the sky and fell from the sky again, exuding a violent aura. After tearing apart the layers of fog, it unabashedly launched an attack on the city that once held all the glory of mankind.
Destruction is coming!
So, after layers of protection, large areas of the steel city walls were burned red.
Countless seawater was evaporated, rose into the sky, and poured down in heavy rain.
The Nomadic Mountain roars forward.
After the opening of the sea wave, the roar of the dragon burst out.
Dozens of huge shadows moved forward from the heavy rain, following the Nomadic Mountain towards the Holy City!
It was the first-generation royal fleet shaped by the might of the Golden Dragon, a legendary legion that once traversed the seven seas.
Through the flow of the etheric network, at this moment, tens of thousands of war musicians have invested their consciousness here, supporting the manifestation of this terrifying fleet. Through dozens of synchronic instruments, they are pushing these behemoths... to launch an attack. !
As the fleet advanced, the frantic sea area ahead seemed to be irritated. Substantial gray mist rose from the ocean, forming an illusory wall, erected layer by layer on the sea area, shutting out all outsiders. outside.
The heavy rain fell on the wall of nothingness, and then broke into pieces, and the water vapor rose in curls.
Everything between heaven and earth is filled with the roar of sea water.
Washed by the rain, the musicians on the deck wore heavy ponchos, like ghosts lingering on a ghost ship.
Someone came forward to report.
"Your Highness, we have arrived at the waters of the Holy City!"
He raised his voice, trying to drown out the loud noises: "The Holy City has activated sea protection and issued a warning to us, asking us to retreat thirty nautical miles, otherwise we will resort to force..."
"Ignore it."
The master holding the thunder light in his hand raised his face indifferently and stared at the city in the distance that showed its edges in the storm. His white hair danced in the strong wind, like burning silver flowing in the air, exuding blazing temperature.
"—Crash it over!"
At that moment, the Nomadic Mountain emitted a series of low and muffled sounds, and countless rivets popped out of the armor. As the outer armor broke away, the ferocious appearance hidden under the armor was revealed.
Sixteen giant synchronic instruments were activated at the same time, carving out a huge hole in the etheric sea, sucking in a massive amount of etheric fluid. The Nomadic Mountain merged with the royal fleet and entered the flagship position.
The golden chapter of victory begins!
The power of the dragon swept across like a waterfall, and the shadow of the golden dragon emerged from it, covering the entire fleet. It spread its wings and countless blade-like scales spread out, reflecting layers of iron light.
As the dragon wings unfolded, the speed of the entire fleet suddenly increased. The terrifying speed formed a huge ravine in the sea it passed. After a long time, the loud sound of sea water backfilling came from behind.
At that moment, the dragon's shadow collided with the mist, causing a landslide-like shock.
The phantom of the Holy Emblem fell apart.
The wall of fog was broken.
The rising tide began to collapse, and a huge gap emerged from it. Amidst the whining sounds of countless music theory, the dissipated ether rushed, forming a flying silver light in the air.
The sea protection laid by the Holy City was completely destroyed.
The royal fleet has broken into the hinterland of the Holy City waters!
It was at that moment that the sea area behind the fog wall was enraged—a vast bell rang.
The sound of the bell seemed to be given substance, spreading from the center of the sea to all directions, forcibly smoothing out all ripples and currents wherever the sound wave passed.
It's like using a file to cut away the protruding wood stubble.
The originally turbulent sea area with turbulent undercurrents returned to deathly silence in an instant.
The first is that since the depths of the ocean, thousands of alchemical matrices engraved under the mud and gravel have lit up. When those glows light up, people will find that the entire seabed has been shoveled to the level at some point.
Smooth as a mirror.
The mud deposited on it was pushed away by the earthquake, and then endless interference spread, forcibly processing the seawater in the entire sea area.
After the original "fluidity" was removed, the "rock" that replaced it was as hard as a rock.
In an instant, the entire fleet was "bounced" by the ocean.
It looked like all the warships "jumped" from the sea in a uniform manner, and then fell heavily on the rock-solid sea surface, as if they had hit iron, and matter collided with matter. , leaving deep scratches, countless sparks, and sharp sounds one after another.
stranded.
Fortunately, most warships are embodied by dragon power, otherwise tragic scars would appear under their own weight and gravity in an instant, right
The Nomadic Mountain is even simpler.
Directly forcibly opened the fourth push.
The falling trend was stopped abruptly, and it was suspended sixty centimeters above the sea. Relying on the huge gravitational force emitted by its countless matrices and movements, it exerts pressure on the frozen sea surface below.
It was like a lead ball falling into a fishing net, forcing the originally flat sea surface to dent.
"That's it? Let me add some ingredients for you!"
Someone sneered disdainfully and stamped his foot on the deck.
collapse!
The gravitational force emitted by the Nomadic Mountain instantly increased hundreds of times, reaching the maximum load value that it could theoretically withstand.
That was Ye Qingxuan directly extracting the power of the Ethernet and forcing it down here.
The solidified sea surface was broken and sunken, directly forming huge potholes. The sea surface became as uneven as broken rocks and turned into ruins in an instant.
It was as if they had not expected that the originally impenetrable position would be defeated so easily, and it was not until now that the counterattack took place.
A large iron pillar rises from the deep sea toward the surface.
A total of 641 iron pillars stood on the sea in an instant, hundreds of meters above the horizon, each one as thick as several people could hug it.
But there is no alchemical matrix engraved on it.
It's like a pure decoration, without any offense, and even the material is just a high-strength alloy plated with a layer of lapis lazuli.
Such a weird man-made thing stands on the broken sea surface, exuding a cold atmosphere. At the very least... it doesn't look like the man-made landscape of a holy city.
At least no one has heard of such a tourist attraction of unknown significance.
Soon, the Holy City gave a detailed explanation.
—What on earth is this thing
When the buzzing auditory hallucinations echoed in everyone's ears, and the pores stood up one by one in the free static electricity, there were still people who didn't know what was happening.
But everyone can see the chaotic light spots swimming in the air.
Like fireflies in summer.
Floating in the hurricane, flying chaotically, it was tiny and chaotic thunder. The lethality is negligible, but it is like the barking of a dog before an earthquake.
That's a sign of disaster to come.