A lifeless man was sitting in a corner at the end of the banquet hall. He was covered in a black robe, almost blending into the dark environment around him. There was no decoration on the plain black robe. It was completely unexpected that this would be a demon hunt. One of the top leaders of the organization. And his face is covered with a weird mask. This mask is as lifelike as the golden masks of the ancient Egyptian pharaohs, but it is made of black metal. The mask outlines a pair of serious facial features. If so, this should be the appearance of this saint before being corrupted by taboo knowledge.
Tutan immediately recognized the other party's mask when he saw his mask, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "The saint of Bedoris..."
This is Saint Bedolis—Hao Ren and the others have been tossing around in this Corpus space for so long, finally breaking through the defense line of the Presbyterian Order, and finally penetrated so deep into the bell tower of the spirit world. To the first witcher sage, however in this case.
Bedolis was breathless, and the data terminal judged that he had no life response after a simple scan. Hao Ren stretched out his hand cautiously to grab the edge of Bedolis's mask, and slowly removed the metal layer.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
There was no flesh under the mask, not even any physical substance. A cloud of gray-white smoke slowly billowed in Bedolis's robe, and there was nothing in the smoke that could be recognized as a "core" or "skeleton". As the mask was lifted, the smoke seemed to have lost the restraint it had always had. They immediately scrambled to escape to the surroundings, and ran away almost in the blink of an eye, while Bedolis's black robe floated to the ground.
"Dead..." There was only a strange black iron mask left in Hao Ren's hand, "and it was wiped out."
"Did they become this 'fog' form from the beginning? Or did they mutate into this form because of dead bodies?" Vivienne turned to look at Tutan. She felt that this question was very important, and she might be able to infer Bedolis' cause of death.
"Since the saints put on their masks, no one has ever seen their true faces," Tutan said with a strange expression, as if he still couldn't believe that a saint was wiped out like this, "but what is certain is that they are wearing masks. When I put on the mask, I still have a shape—although that shape has been distorted beyond description."
"Then suppose it was some kind of terrible way of death that turned Bedolis' body into smoke," Vivienne frowned. "Can you judge the time of death?"
The data terminal circled around the clothes left by Bedolis: "The time of death cannot be determined, but judging from the dust deposited on the clothes and the density of dust suspensions in the surrounding environment, he came here about eight days ago and discontinued."
"Eight days?!" Hao Ren suddenly remembered the dusty tables he had seen on the floor below. There has been contact with the outside world, and there is evidence that the saints are personally directing the front defenses, but Bedolis died here eight days ago. "The flow of time here is very wrong."
"This machine has also discovered this problem, but the current time flow rate is normal." The data terminal has obviously calculated the data in this area. "Just now this machine and the data network have been calibrated to confirm that the relative time distortion is zero."
"But the time and space here were definitely not normal before... and it's not very normal until now," Hao Ren straightened up, looking at the faded, alien-like banquet hall, "the speed of time has indeed recovered. Maybe it was when we entered the clock tower. recovered afterwards."
Elizabeth kept turning around, and the little girl's eyes were shining with the unique red light of the Balrog in the darkness. This quirky little guy seems to be thinking about something. Finally, she returned to the clothes left by Bedolis: "Is this person one of the highest leaders of the witchers?"
Bai Huo and Tutan nodded in unison: "Yes."
"Then why did such a big man die alone in this hall?" Elizabeth pointed to Bedolis's "body", "Why did he come here?"
Elizabeth's words reminded everyone present: the thirteen saints have lived in seclusion deep in the bell tower of the spirit world for thousands of years, and not only have they never left the bell tower. They seldom even leave their secluded floors and secret rooms, and they only show up when organizing activities like the Holy Devil or the Guild. And they only convened demon hunters in some specific places—then why did Bedolis die in such a banquet hall that didn't match the saint's hermitage
"What is this hall for?" Vivian asked curiously.
Tutan spread his hands: "It's just an ordinary dance hall, we usually gather here to relax, but the saints really never come to this place—because they can't get in touch with too many people, and the people who meet them must be careful." Pick and choose."
Lily muttered casually: "Why do these saints seem to be infected with the plague, and spread it wherever they go?"
"Forbidden knowledge is no different from the plague," Tutan shook his head lightly, "Those wisdoms that do not belong to this world, or even mortals, will distort reality, and they will lure the ignorant to understand the darkest and weirdest other world, The deeper the understanding, the more trapped in that world, and the people who are completely trapped in it will become weird things in the real world. In the final analysis, there are some things that we should not understand, and our weak brain nerves simply cannot bear those things. Stuff—sages voluntarily acquired this knowledge in order to defeat the ancient alien gods, and they paid a huge price for it."
The other people at the scene felt somewhat incomprehensible when they heard these obscure descriptions, but Hao Ren took Tutan's words seriously, and he even had a deeper understanding than Tutan: because he really Touched by those things, touched by mysteries beyond mortal experience, that would twist mortals into monsters just by looking at them.
Raven 12345 once took him to look down on the entire universe from an extra-dimensional perspective, seeing all the corners within hundreds of millions of light-years in an instant, and he also entered the spiritual world of the brain monster and the dream of the eldest son. Every thought is enough to burn any mortal's brain to charcoal, and besides, even reading the thoughts of ordinary alien races is a huge burden on the flesh and nerves. These super-experiential knowledge cannot be processed and accepted by the brains of people on earth. If it were not for the blessing of Raven 12345 and the physique of the Pope, who can be regarded as "the body of the gods", I am afraid that he would also be with Thirteen Like a saint, if not worse.
The thirteen sages forcibly used the brains of the demon hunters to learn the knowledge of countless ancient exotic species. Hao Ren could imagine how they would be distorted.
"Bedolis should have been severely injured elsewhere and died after barely getting to this place," Vivienne said of her own thoughts. "There are twelve other saints. I think they are very suspicious."
Lily was very happy to take photos around with the fire, as if she wanted to find evidence that Bedolis had struggled to this point, but she found something else: "Hey, look, there are writings on the wall here!"
When Hao Ren heard this, he hurried over to check the situation. He saw a line of crooked words engraved on the wall not far from the place where Bedolis died. The distorted words seemed to indicate the situation of the person who left the message. How weak, there is only one sentence in the message:
"We unleashed the monster from the nightmare, and it's at the top of the tower."
"It was left by Bedolis?" Vivienne asked Tutan.
Tutan recognized it carefully: "Although it is difficult to recognize... but it is indeed the handwriting of Saint Bedolis."
"A monster in a nightmare?" Hao Ren had a bad premonition, and when he thought about the true nature of this Corpus space, this bad premonition became even worse, "...Damn chicken, this matter Don't get involved with the true god, I'm only a few days away from the year-end award."
At this moment, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall, and it sounded like a large number of people.
Everyone tensed up subconsciously, and Y'zaks waved his hand: "The follow-up troops have followed."
Sure enough, walking in from the entrance of the hall were the commanders of the "Normal Demon Hunters", some of the officers of the Demon King's Army led by La Nina, and elite soldiers from the coalition forces of both sides.
Seeing friendly troops in this eerie and weird place is really a good thing, and even Tutan, who has always been stern, showed a sigh of relief. La Nina walked towards Y'zaks quickly: "My lord, I'm sorry for the delay—the guy from the religious order detonated the last defense device, and the space turbulence caused a little trouble."
Then she waved her hands to the subordinates behind her, and the soldiers of the Demon King's Army stepped aside immediately. A demon hunter from the sect stepped forward under the escort of three elf magisters. It was Claude who was caught before. .
Hao Ren was a little surprised: "Is he... able to communicate?"
La Nina nodded: "Although I don't know the reason, he seems to have suddenly become sober." (To be continued~^~)