The most widely accepted and believed religion in the world is the Holy Light religion.
Putting aside the political and religious struggles in the 14th and 15th centuries, the influence of the Holy Light system can be said to have penetrated every corner of civilians' daily lives.
There are about one billion people in the world who believe in the Holy Light.
Whether it is praying before meals or reading the Holy Light Sutra by the pillow, most people will inevitably come into contact with things related to Holy Light in their lives.
The extremely ironic situation is that Jobtran understands better than anyone that the picture before him is real.
Although it sounded like the nonsense of a madman, the emergence of the ancient race and various related signs all demonstrated their wisdom. Jobtran had no reason to question the information left by this highly intelligent race.
Would an intelligent creature that has become extinct leave wrong information to future generations
The possibility of this happening is extremely low, even negligible.
And if the picture in front of Jobtran were to leak into real life, people would collapse because they had lost their faith, leading to social chaos.
"Rat, is there enough black powder to blow this place up?"
When the mouse heard Jobtran's shout, he turned around and counted the amount of black powder he had with him.
“It’s not enough. The most we can do is to blow up the ice near the entrance to block it.
My Lord, what do you want to do
“Let’s set up the black powder first.
Except for the three of us, no one else can know the pictures here. "
Jobtran rubbed his brow with his thumb. After digesting so much information, he felt that his brain was a little exhausted.
"Okay, Hoover, come over and give me a hand."
The mouse stood up and took out tubes of black powder from his bag one after another and handed half of them to Hoover.
When the two men made contact, Hoover's hand shook, and the loose black powder rolled along the arc-shaped ground, rolled to the side of the ancient man, and bounced away again.
Fortunately, black powder is not triggered by impact, otherwise Hoover and Mouse would have been blown to ashes when they landed.
Just as Hoover was about to walk over and bend down to pick it up, the ancient one moved.
At first it was just a slight tremor and no one paid much attention to it, but when one of the tentacles hanging from the top rose up behind Hoover, who had picked up the black powder and was about to walk back to the door, Jobtran's face changed drastically.
"run!"
Jobtran shouted, and at the same time, Jobtran pulled out the ice axe that had been hanging on his waist and threw it towards Hoover's position.
Such a short time was not enough for Joet Brown to chant any Holy Light spells, and throwing the axe was already close to his limit.
Hoover saw the axe spinning at high speed in the air coming towards him, and instinctively lowered his head and quickly ran away.
He didn't look back because he knew what was behind him.
Looking back would only slow down his running pace, a habit he had developed from battling wits and courage with the hounds of Tindalos for a long time.
The riding boots on his feet seemed to sense Hoover's danger, and the gems inlaid on the edge of the boots lit up.
Hoover felt his body lighten and his speed increased a lot, so he rushed forward without stopping.
The axe thrown by Jobtran hit the tentacles extended by the Ancient One, and the Ancient One woke up completely from his slumber after feeling the pain.
Just as Jobtran had guessed before, the ancient being attacked by the attacking hounds did not die completely, but entered a state similar to animal hibernation to repair its body autonomously.
The black powder leaked by Hoover is the trigger for awakening the Ancients, and Hoover itself is a delicious energy supplement for the Ancients.
The ancient one who had just emerged from hibernation had not fully recovered his physical skills, but most of his body was in a stiff state.
Mobilizing one or two tentacles was already the limit of movement, and this precious tentacle was hit by Jobtran's flying axe and had obviously lost the ability to continue moving.
The ancient one's five-pointed star-shaped head stretched and shrank, and a shrill flute sound came from it.
"It turns out that the flute sound I heard before was made by the Ancient One!"
Jobtran thought to himself, but he did not stop.
Jobtran understood that as the ancient creator, it was impossible for him to be taken seriously. He would definitely attack him when he could, so he could only take the opportunity to strike first.
"Holy Light, purify the enemies before you.
It will wail in the flames of hell, repenting of its sins and mistakes!"
Jobt chanted the spell to fight enemies that Arnold had taught him before they separated. This spell combined Arnold's own understanding of the dazzling fire and some scriptures from the Holy Light Sutra.
The power of holy light condensed into fire and was held in Jobutran's hand. Using the potential energy of running, Jobutran threw the fire in his hand onto the ancient man.
In the original design, such a flame should have extremely high temperature and purifying power, but it seems to have no effect on the ancients.
The pink-purple flame was extinguished by the mucus oozing from the ancient's skin, and it turned into nothingness before it could cause any harm to the ancient.
The shrill flute sounded again, filled with disdain and anger.
One of the tentacles on the top of the Ancient One was wrapped around a technological weapon and pointed at Jobtran.
At that moment, Jobtran seemed to feel the call of death.
The feeling of being so close to death was just like having a knife on your neck or a flintlock on your forehead. It was even more terrifying than facing a foreign being like the Byaki.
This intuition came from the early warning mechanism in Jobtran's mind, like a big bell ringing wildly in his mind.
"This shot can't hit!"
All the images stopped, whether it was the panicked rats and Hoover, or the ancients pointing energy weapons at themselves.
Jobtran quickly analyzed the current situation and it seemed that he didn't have many options for survival.
No matter whether fleeing or using magic, there is no possibility of escaping the ancient's lock, and the only way seems to be to seize the energy weapon in close combat!
The ancient slowly twisted the angle of his limbs, adjusting the lock between the weapon and Jobtran, and then a gray, inconspicuous beam of light shot out from the muzzle.
Joe Butran took a look at the smooth ground, and the only action he could take in time was to roll over without caring about etiquette or fighting posture!
He threw himself toward the ground in front of his left side and rolled over rapidly.
Driven by the tentacles, the gray beam swept across the ground and almost hit Joet Brown's right arm.
After the light beam converged, there was no expected explosion or brilliant sparks.
The one in the hands of the Ancient One is a particle weapon left over from the war against the Shoggoths.
All objects hit will be reduced to their most basic molecular structure and dissipate.
It was obvious that the ancient one was dissatisfied with Jobtran for interrupting his eating plan, so he used this powerful weapon.
After a few seconds, the walls and floors swept by the light beam melted like snowflakes in the spring sun, but no trace remained.
This is the tyranny of annihilation.
Jobtran did not have time to exclaim in amazement, but instead reacted extremely quickly, doing a somersault and pushing off the ice with his feet, rushing towards the ancient one.
The still stiff ancient could only watch with the eye-like organ at the end of the pentagram as Jobtran flew towards him.
Joet Brown reached out and snatched the energy weapon wrapped in the tentacles, then aimed at the Ancient One and pulled the trigger.
The gray annihilation beam did not eject from the weapon as expected. The energy weapon seemed to have shut down after firing a single shot.
"This is fucking!"
The ancient one waved his tentacles, which were gradually recovering, and knocked Jobtran against the wall.
The huge recoil force caused Joet Brown to spit out blood on the spot.
Jobtran knew without a doctor's examination that he had suffered serious internal injuries, but he had not given up yet.
He glanced at the entrance of the aisle. Although Hoover and Mouse were in a panic, they did not stand by and watch. Instead, they piled up the black powder.
Jobtran struggled to support himself against the wall.
He did not wipe the blood from his mouth, but held on to the wall and slowly walked towards the aisle.
At this time, the ancient's upper body had regained its mobility, and it used its tentacles to help itself walk on the ice.
There was a touch of grace and indifference in his movements, and he was not at all concerned about Jobtran's actions.
Jobtran crawled to the exit of the passage, and the mouse hurried forward to support him.
"ignition."
Jobtran said weakly before fainting in Mouse's arms.
Mouse and Hoover looked at each other and understood their respective responsibilities.
The mouse dropped the heavy objects in his bag, carried Jobtran on his back and ran all the way out of the black ice cave.
Hoover held the fuse in his hand and chased the mouse. When the fuse reached the end, Hoover lit it.
With a hissing sound, the spark of the fuse triggered the black powder piled at the door.
Boom! Boom!
A series of explosions were heard from the black ice cave, interspersed with the angry flute sounds of the ancients.
The Ancient One's path forward in pursuit was destroyed by the black powder explosion, and the arc-shaped structure was destroyed by the explosion of the black powder and the power of the annihilation gun.
After the explosion, although the Ancient One was not injured, it turned around suddenly and found a damn gray fog.
The sound of the flute stopped as the mountain shook, and the life of the ancient ended as the gray fog rose.
Hoover and Mouse carried Jobtran back to the Feather River Canyon. It was no longer possible to continue exploring the Eye of Hell.
Now Joet Brown needs rest and treatment, and it is impossible for Hoover and Mouse to leave Joet Brown alone to go exploring; to do so would only result in a waste of life.
Mouse set up camp by the river and stayed in the tent to check on the unconscious Jobtran, while Hoover went to the woods to collect some firewood.
Hoover, who came back with some dry firewood, found some herbs and a fat fish in front of the tent.
Hoover opened the tent and asked softly,
"Mouse, did you collect this?"
"Collect what?"
The mouse asked in surprise,
"I never went out."
The two of them stared blankly at the herbs and fish on the ground.
“This is Callicarpa ovata, and next to it is Callicarpa ovata.
These small stones are stamen stones.
These are all medicinal herbs used to stop bleeding.
Never mind, let’s make it quickly and give it to the adults first.”
After the mouse finished speaking, he picked up the herbs as if they were treasures and began to boil them in a makeshift wooden bowl.
Hoover threw the firewood in his hand into the campfire to keep it warm.
Neither of them noticed that in the distant woods a clumsy little bear was happily twisting its butt and chasing after the big brown bear.
The bear's twisting belly was wrapped in a makeshift bandage torn from the sleeve of his clothes.
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"What a bunch of good-for-nothings! It's been a few days! And they still can't break it open?!"
The monk beside the high priest angrily scolded his colleagues who were trying to break into the archive room.
They had been planning this for years, but in the end they ran into problems in execution.
"Please calm down, my lord. We need more living sacrifices.
The door of the archives room is almost covered with a layer of eggshell now. A few more living sacrifices may..."
One of the evil-eye servants who was in charge of running the blood formation spoke respectfully to the monk.
“A few are missing, a few are missing. We have collected so many children over the years, how many are you still missing
Although Iceland can now be said to be in our hands, the adults have ordered us not to be too blatant and to act in a low profile.
Since there is still a shortage, then use yourself as the sacrifice!"
The monk's face was full of impatience. Guarding this smelly blood formation every day naturally made him irritable, so his subordinates were in trouble.
He swung the knife and the blade cut across his man's throat.
Blood spurted out from the cut aorta, and the subordinate still had a flattering smile on his face before he died.
"Drag it on, are you still short of sacrifices?"
The monk raised his head slightly and asked in a haughty voice.
The evil eye servants in charge of the blood formation shook their heads and kept saying that the monk was wise, but they knew better than anyone that the bodies of their companions could not be used as sacrifices.
One of them mustered up his courage, walked up to the monk and bowed.
"Sir, the sacrifice required by the blood formation can only be a male under the age of eighteen. The one you just killed was ninety-eight years old, which does not meet the requirements of the blood formation."
The monk naturally knew that what he wanted was to establish his authority, and the words this man said at this moment were obviously a slap in the face.
But if you continue to be too picky, you will appear ignorant.
The monk snorted.
"Sacrifice, huh? I'll go get it for you."
The monk walked out of the investigation bureau with a sour face.
He gritted his teeth.
“Where are there so many boys to catch now
It seems that I have no choice but to sacrifice my lovely concubines."
He walked towards his residence, where there was a basement, and in the basement lay several little boys with lifeless eyes.
They were naked, with iron shackles on their feet. Everyone was curled up in a corner, shivering.
Lying on the ground nearby was a slightly older person, but already a stinking corpse.
Flies fluttered around in the small basement space, but the little boys paid no attention.
Rather than squeezing these annoying flies to death, it is better to let them stay so that they can secretly eat some white maggots.
“Don’t look at it.
We can’t get out.”
One of them spoke to the child who was looking up at the basement cover.
"Dad, Dad, will come to save me."
The child said this in a daze, and it was obvious that his mental state was on the verge of collapse.
"No matter how hard you try, you can't defeat that monster. This is what happens when you fight against him."
The persuading child looked at the body lying on the ground.
"We are all dead."