The powerful nightmare shadow transformed by the popes of the past generations, the evil force spawned by the crazy will of Lochmarton, a mental shock that can destroy the entire legion, just because it hit a weak chicken with a muddled mind. It lost its effect, and even caused groups of Nightmare Shadows to suffer mental backlash and die—to be honest, Hao Ren himself didn't believe this explanation...
But there’s nothing you can do if you don’t believe it, because I can’t find a more reasonable argument than this, and it actually makes sense if you think about it carefully: Although the little weak chicken is weak, it is also a chaotic and evil camp with roots. It was the Goddess's hand-picked thickening and mixing water into the paste. Hao Ren even guessed maliciously that even the mind that was completely destroyed by the shadow of the nightmare might be clearer than the brains of the little weak chickens. The messy mind releases the mental shock, and it is not certain who is crazy between the two.
The results have been confirmed - it was the shadows of the nightmare who went crazy first.
Of course, in fact, Hao Ren also vaguely had other thoughts, that is, what led to this result has nothing to do with the little weak chicken's mind, but depends on the attribute of its "evil thought body", which is a polluted part of Vivian's blood. Components, the little weak chicken may have some connection with existences like Lockmarton...
But none of these conjectures can be proven, and so far he can only guess wildly.
The gunpowder smoke dissipated, the power of chaos gradually disappeared, and the people who had been in a state of frenzy and loss of consciousness before finally woke up one by one. Hao Ren, regardless of the little weak chicken who was struggling hard in his hands and hissing haha biubiubiu, came to Calassius: "You How about it?"
"Alive..." Calassius panted heavily, his voice was bitter and inexplicable, his eyes fell on three compatriots not far away, a high-ranking knight, two high-ranking priests, and now they are breathless They fell to the ground, their eyes were wide open, but there were strange smiles on their faces, and the cloudy light in the depths of their eyes seemed to tell that their souls had gone far away.
And in Lily's guards, a troll also fell, never to get up again.
Even though Hao Ren tried his best to protect these people, casualties were inevitable after all.
"God will appease these pure souls," Calassius prayed briefly, then shook off all negative emotions and stood up resolutely, "No one will stop us anymore. Uh... this is?"
The senior cultivator saw the little evil spirit baring its teeth and claws vigorously in Hao Ren's hand.
"...she's called Weak Chicken." Hao Ren couldn't come up with a better name after struggling for a long time, so he simply used the transliteration, "My...partner, um, it's a partner. The role of the battle situation. Don’t inquire about the specific details, it’s too difficult to explain.”
Seeing Calassius, the little weak chicken immediately opened its teeth and claws: "Hiss—scare!! biubiu..."
Calassius looked at this scene in astonishment, and blocked those corrosive energy arrows a little bit at a loss, with a bewildered expression.
Hao Ren raised his head and searched for a certain figure he had cared about a while ago among the crowd.
A voice came from behind: "I am here."
Hao Ren followed the prestige, and saw An I don't know when she was standing behind him in a black cloak. Her voice was calm and her figure was steady. There was no sign of being affected by the mental attack just now, as if she had never been It seemed that he had been standing here just now.
Hao Ren suppressed the growing doubts about this woman, gave a simple hum, and led everyone through the already fragmented and severely collapsed garden area, and continued to the high-level platform that was said to lead to the interior of Asuman.
Along the way, they did not encounter any obstacles.
The Palace of Icons was eerily quiet. From the moment I entered the second floor, I no longer felt the gloomy and oppressive negative magic power. It seemed that the attacks I received in the garden area were just hallucinations. Biubiubiu's little weak chicken reminded everyone of the authenticity of those things before.
It seemed that the only danger in the entire Icon Palace was the lower garden—this abnormal situation aroused Hao Ren's vigilance.
If Lochmarton or his minions once used the Icon Palace as a seedbed for cultivating dark monsters and a line of defense against enemies, then there can only be one explanation for the silence in the upper area: they have completed some kind of preliminary work, and this place has been abandoned.
No one was attacked until they reached the upper platform.
"Here it is." On the platform of the long bridge in the middle of the Twin Towers, Calassius pointed to a curved platform protruding from the long bridge in front. On this platform, Pope August VII once looked at the fading Ah Suman Sacred Mountain, and personally ordered him to go to the Ansu Continent to find hope, but now things are different, and the investigation team returned after completing the task, but they can only face a dilapidated hometown, and the former pope has disappeared. , Even this sacred platform is shrouded in darkness, "The gatekeeper can be summoned here, but... I don't know if the gatekeeper will appear. If she doesn't appear, we can only forcibly attack one below the platform." Magic array, there is still a chance to open the passage to Asuman, but I am afraid that it will be the last time Asuman will open it."
Hao Ren didn't go to the platform, but turned to look at An who said nothing, "If I'm not wrong, it's time for you to speak."
An's hood moved slightly, but she didn't speak. Instead, she walked directly onto the platform. After a while, she said, "The gatekeeper will appear. She has always been good at preserving herself."
Almost at the moment when An's voice fell, a ray of light appeared out of thin air on the platform, a figure in a white robe with a blurred face, who could vaguely be seen as a young woman walked out of the ray, her voice was ethereal: "Save yourself It's our number one mission."
An nodded slightly: "Long time no see, number one."
"Living in the human world has changed your way of thinking," said the woman in the white light. "We have been keeping in touch, so we can't say we haven't seen each other for a long time, number two."
Calassius and the others looked puzzled, but Hao Ren showed a clear look on his face. He saw that An finally stretched out his hand and lifted his hood. Following this movement, the black dress she never took off The cloak also trembled like a phantom, gradually disappearing.
There is no entity under the cloak, but a hazy, illusory form formed by dark blue light and thin mist!
Except for the different colors of light and mist that make up the body, An is almost exactly the same as the "Gatekeeper"! The same energy form, the same blurred face, the same height and shape, the same clothing style, all of this... seems like a replica.
Calassius was dumbfounded: "You... you are..."
"I am Asuman," An An turned her head. There was no expression on the face formed by the light mist, only mechanized light spots flowed, like data flow. She pointed at the gatekeeper in the white light, "She is also Asuman. Man."
"Are you the consciousness of Asuman?" Lily asked curiously.
"No, Asuman's consciousness is still sleeping in the will hub, we are just its backup," An said, a large number of flickering light spots appeared on one side of her body, and the "gatekeeper" standing beside her A similar phenomenon also occurred, and the two seemed to resonate, as if they were exchanging a large amount of data, "In order to communicate with you, we simulated your form."
"Backup..." Hao Ren nodded suddenly, he obviously understood these concepts better than Calassius, who was confused, "The gatekeeper stays in Asuman, and you travel in the secular continent... This is for safety store data?"
"Preserving ourselves is our first mission," the gatekeeper said in a mechanical tone, "Backups must be stored in different places."
An nodded lightly: "But now the situation has changed, the highest threat protocol has been activated, and the backup must be returned to the core to prepare for restarting the host."
Karasius looked confused: "Master? What host?"
"Too many explanations will delay the timing," the gatekeeper abruptly interrupted Calassius, "The intruder has already entered the deep layer, and some of my functions have been destroyed, so I can't stop it. You must enter Asuman to intercept... No. 2 , my function is damaged, and the next operation needs you to complete."
As he said that, the light on the gatekeeper's body dimmed slightly, and An took a step forward, taking over some kind of control with ease, preparing to open the portal leading to the interior of the holy mountain. Calassius was taken aback for a moment, and his tone suddenly became severe: "Intruder?! Someone broke into the holy mountain?!"
"They are heading to the final agreement area..." said the gatekeeper, but suddenly, her image fluctuated violently, and after a few seconds the fluctuations gradually subsided, but the image was much dimmer to the extent visible to the naked eye, "Correction - interception failed, intruder It has entered the final agreement area, and the will hub is locked... the will hub needs to be restarted... Number two, the next job is up to you."
After saying these unclear words, the figure of the gatekeeper continued to dim, collapse, and finally completely disappeared.
And a portal has already formed in front of "Dark", and opposite the portal, a crystal hall with dim light can be seen faintly.
Calassius and his subordinates were still perplexed by confusion, and seemed a little hesitant because of the secrets suddenly revealed by the Holy Crystal Mountain, but Hao Ren knew exactly what to do in front of them. He slapped his hands to wake everyone up, and then Pull out your weapon and take the lead: "Let's go!"
At the same time, inside Asuman, the holy crystal mountain, a barrier condensed by crystals and light burst with the sound of shattering.
Three figures rushed out from the smoke and dust produced by the shattered barrier.
The one who walked in the front was the Pope of the Sanctuary, August VII!
It's just that this once majestic and kind old man can't see his former appearance at all now. His face is hideously distorted, black lines and blood vessels protrude from his face as if they are about to burst through the skin, and streams of black smoke follow his breathing. It was spewed out, mixed with sulfur-like sparks, and even the pope's holy robe on his body was now torn to pieces by his swollen figure, and on the right hand of the "Pope", But he was holding a weird long sword.
The long sword was dark and deep, with a strange shape, not like a weapon blade, but more like an irregular piece. On the black blade with no visible details, only countless lights like stars could be seen Point wandering, the whole sword... like a fragment of the universe! (to be continued~^~)