Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 136: Behind the Iron Curtain

"Ah ah ah--"

The weird howl lasted for five or six seconds before slowly weakening under the pale faces of everyone.

The only echo left, floating in the dim and empty hall, looming, chilling.

"What's wrong?"

Ricky frowned and said softly: "Return!"

Swords of Disaster turned their heads together, nervously searching for the source of the screams.

A dozen torches were raised high to illuminate the surroundings, and the group of people were like adventurers in the wasteland, nervously alert to the unknown.

Tyles withdrew from the senses of **** in shock: He saw nothing except the dust in the dark, the old stone table, and the cell full of bones.

Orders are passed from the hall to the closely guarded stone steps.

"No," After a while, the voice of Sonny the mercenary came from the rear:

"It's not ours, everything is normal in the back."

The doubts on Ricky's face deepened.

On the other side, Yanzi whispered a few words with a subordinate who did not know when he appeared, and watched the latter retreat back into the darkness again before raising his head solemnly:

"It's not us either."

"It's something else."

Ricky turned to Semir and cast an inquiring look at the once star nobleman.

Semuel seemed to have discovered something. He was slightly surprised to observe the iron plate beside the iron curtain, and then looked at a ring beside the iron plate: "So this is..."

But at this moment.

"Woo-oh-"

The heart-piercing screams of ghost crying came again from the darkness!

Everyone's hearts are tight again!

This time, the horrible "ghost scream" was accompanied by a harsh and unbearable scratching sound: "Hey--eh--"

Almost everyone frowned subconsciously, and some even covered their ears.

"Damn it!"

Russell twisted his face: "What the hell!"

In the unpleasant noise, Ricky clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and forced his emotions to ask Semir: "Do you think this is related to the Tower of Alchemy?"

"hum ah - Hey miles -"

Thyls gritted his teeth, only to feel that this sound made his nerves extremely tense.

Like, like the sound of nails scratching the blackboard in the memory of previous lives...

Thinking of this, he was suddenly taken aback.

Scratch the blackboard?

At this time, Semir, who was thinking hard, suddenly spoke:

"I know what this is!"

Semir turned his head, his face was happy, as if a lost person in the desert found the water source:

"This is, this is the scratching of nails on rough metal!"

Semuel touched the metal iron curtain and said excitedly: "It came from behind!"

Everyone shook together!

Countless pairs looked at the weird iron curtain.

Tyles looked at the iron plate beside the iron curtain, and entered the senses of hell:

Entered into prison in 653...

Thyls frowned slightly.

There is another name on the iron plate:

Ricky figured out what, he looked at the iron curtain, and then at the iron sign next to him, his face was surprised: "So, the prisoner on the sign, the lone bandit, he, is he still alive?"

The painful howl and scratching gradually weakened, turning into a low drag.

"Woooo—"

This time, Thales recognized it: It was the sob of someone who changed the pitch after passing through a thick iron plate.

Everyone's eyes are focused on the iron curtain and the things behind it.

"I understand." Semir walked to the center of the iron curtain in the eyes of everyone, and looked at the special room covered by the iron curtain under the firelight. "This is the mechanism of the black prison, I don't know it is the tower of alchemy. It was originally there, but it was transformed by later stars."

"The cells we saw earlier were full of bones, but those were actually empty cells, and this, those with the iron curtain, are the cells with'residents'," Semuel stared carefully The ring on the wall, his voice is slightly heavy: "This ring is the switch that controls this iron curtain."

Behind the iron curtain, the distorted sob continued faintly.

Listening to Semir's words, Thales looked around the hall with mixed feelings, his eyes passed over the thick dust, and passed over those that may be thousands of years ago and seem inconspicuous, but It is a unique craft.

"Beletti, the veteran of the royal guard, is the chief penalty officer who was succeeded by Thackerel after being promoted. He is responsible for escorting the royal prisoners to the prison of bones. He told me many years ago, The criminals in the black jail suffer from both death and survival. I have never understood it. I only understand it today."

Semuel's hand gently stroked the ring, under a layer of dust, in a erratic tone: "The living prisoners are locked in, and the iron curtain rises to isolate them from the light and the hall; and from The supplies thrown from the holes on the ground will only fall behind the iron curtain and into these prisons where there are still living people."

He looked around in disbelief at the other empty cells around him, glancing over the dry bones behind the fence.

"On the one hand, it exaggerates the despair of being isolated from the world, on the other hand, it gives the hope of surviving."

"Two kinds of pain."

Semuel was dull, his face was very ugly.

Everyone fell silent.

The former baron Russell on one side looked solemnly: "This prisoner behind the iron curtain, why doesn't he speak and call for help, just screaming and scratching?"

The brazier arched his shoulders and said nothing.

The answer to him was Josh who was rescued by the sword of disaster.

"Because he can't do it."

Josh shook his head, making Russell a little startled.

"It's just like practicing swordsmanship. If you don't practice for a day, you will be born."

"I said, when you stay in a lonely cell with no other people alone for too long, it's too long than expected..." The sword of disaster that was just released from the prison of bones Looking at everyone, those who were swept by his eyes felt a chill in their hearts:

"Trust me, you lose more than time and freedom."

Tyles stared at the cell behind the iron curtain, only feeling that the air here was getting colder again.

"Fucked a ghost," Clay stared at the iron curtain with scorching eyes, paying attention to the movement behind it, "Bone Prison, is this place...is it to die or to live?"

No one answered.

There is only a faint sob.

Do you want people to die, or do you want people to live?

Thyls stared at the heavy iron curtain with great thoughts.

A few seconds later, Yanzi sighed: "Or neither."

Ricky twitched the corner of his mouth to interrupt the suppressed conversation. : "I think we are on the right path."

He turned around.

"Go on."

Swords of Disaster followed his figure and moved one after another.

"Let's just leave, regardless of the prisoner behind here?" Russell frowned and looked at the heavy iron curtain.

Yangzi shook his head and smiled disdainfully:

"Why do you care?"

With an unspeakable mood, everyone turned around.

Tyles glanced at the heavy iron curtain last, feeling heavy.

The firelight moved away from this hall in the dark.

Leave the iron curtain behind, and weep more and more painfully.

Their journey is still going on, but it is clear that the discovery just now inspired the Swords of Disaster who had already had a goal a lot.

Soon, they stepped down, and the halls they passed by were getting bigger and bigger, and there were more and more cells in each hall, from nine, ten, to more than a dozen, and more than twenty. ...

And what makes Thales anxious is that there is more than one iron curtain shrouded in these cells.

That means...

"We have found the way," I don't know how many floors, Semir frowned and looked at another iron curtain in front of him, looked at the sign on it, and said: "The real black prisons are all below the tenth floor."

Clay nodded, ignoring the crazy clap behind the curtain.

"It seems to be right."

Ricky straightened up from the iron plate with the prisoner's profile on the other side.

Thyls looked at these iron medals depressedly.

Except for the lone thief at the beginning, they descended layer by layer, and along the way, the prisons where the living people were actually held were everywhere.

Without exception, these cells are all shrouded in iron curtains—some of them leave painful cries, and some rarely recognize a human cry for help...

Yes, there is only silence.

In these prisons, according to the inexplicable iron plate and what Semir said, there are noble women who murdered their husbands and parents, as well as great pirates who privately pillaged merchant ships without permission, and frustrated aristocrats who revolted privately. And the blood avenger who killed thirty-four people overnight.

But Ricky ignored the prisoners and just continued all the way.

And the further they go down, the more terrifying and terrifying the guilt of the felons, the more complicated and difficult it is to understand, and the more difficult it is to judge.

Tyles walked through layer after layer, through cell after cell, iron curtain after iron curtain, and saw among the prisoners in the war of the Scarlet Year, who robbed the army and rescued the people, also I saw the generals who killed the incompetent Shangguan in the war, then led the troops to kill the enemy, and finally won.

There are even great aristocrats who are generous and kind, have noble character, and help those in need for free.

"Why locked him up?"

Northland swordsman Kray stood in the cell holding the nobleman and his subordinates, frowning and looking at the iron curtain and iron medals: "According to you, generosity, kindness, charity, and prestige—this is also wrong. ?"

"Of course there is something wrong," Russell said coldly, standing aside, "Because his ancestors were divided into families by a certain prince, and he was a close relative of the royal family who inherited the blood of Can Xing."

"In the eyes of contemporary kings, this is called ‘ambitious and conspiring’."

"Have I told you that from the Queen Mother of the Iron Spur to Su Mei I, from Ellija to the Red King, the most indispensable thing in the history of the stars is the **** power struggle?"

Thyls' heart moved, and his light glanced at the fast rope on the other side.

Semuel paused for a while, then he hummed softly and moved on.

Along the way, they saw a huge number of corrupt criminals who had made great contributions to the kingdom at the same time; they promoted the theory of the gods and the destiny of the world; they insisted on going back to the era of the red king and reverting the history of the old taboo. Family.

"And this, I remember him, this is a scholar who was thrown in after writing a few books," Yanzi looked at a cell and smiled: "It seems to be locked up with a nobleman who provoked a private war. It seems to be closed for thirty years......"

Hearing this, Thales couldn't help but utter a voice:

"Scholar? Why?"

Semir came from behind and said coldly: "Because he wrote a book."

"It insists that civil rights are higher than kingly rights, and that civil grants are higher than gods."

Thyls was slightly startled, and was speechless.

"Your grandfather didn't take his life, but just threw him here. It is very kind, Your Royal Highness."

Semuel's eyes made Thales quite uneasy.

"The stories of each of these people are extremely complicated, mysterious, and legendary, enough to make the bard write endlessly for three days and three nights while ecstatic," Semir looked at the person in front of him strangely. Several iron curtain cells, there is something in the words:

"Many times, the kingdom cannot determine their life or death based on existing laws and guilt alone."

Thyls frowned silently: "So, you mean, the prison of bones is..."

But Semir just interrupted him, silently:

"Now, they are closed behind these iron curtains, waiting for time to kill themselves."

Semir still stared at Thales, his eyes sharp and energetic, filled with unspeakable emotions.

Thyles, who was worried, had to look sideways.

"I'm thinking, if these more or less weird felons are released and held in their hands, will they be able to treat the Star Kingdom..." Russell rubbed his chin, thoughtful.

"That's not our goal," Ricky interrupted him coldly:

"As our guest, you don't have to do anything extra."

Russell sneered dissatisfiedly.

In the dark, the brazier coughed, attracting everyone's attention.

"I don't know if you have noticed," Yanzi squinted: "The top few floors, the empty cells are full of dry bones."

"And now," he turned around, looking at the scene behind a few empty cells:

"The empty cells in front of us are full of mummy corpses, and some have a slight smell."

Ricky's expression moved.

"You mean..."

"Either, these are prisoners who have been dead for a few years," Yaozi looked awe-inspiring: "Or, we are already deep underground, where even the corruption of the corpse is much slower."

Extremely deep underground.

Thyls's mood fell to the bottom.

Yangzi slowly expressed his intentions: "Dear Krasu, if you continue to search aimlessly, are you sure we can return to the ground within a limited time and evacuate safely?"

Ricky doesn’t move and raises the torch:

"How long have we been walking?"

Krem on the side replied silently: "It's been more than half an hour, and I have been down 18 floors."

Ricky was silent and looked at Semir.

Semir shook his head, his eyes still firm: "It should be soon."

"We must find him to have an answer."

Ricky was silent for a while, then nodded solemnly.

So everyone turned around again, looking for unknown targets.

Yangzi smiled helplessly, and found that his reminder did not work.

"This place is too big, they can't find it." Russell snorted coldly and followed.

"Yes, it's too big, but what surprised me most is that although the air is a little dull and the smell is a little bit unpleasant," Yaozi said to Russell beside him: "But I don't find it difficult to breathe."

"Look at this building and imprison the research institute, right?"

Yanzi looked around and sighed at Russell who was gradually impatient: "The people at that time, the so-called mages, must be very powerful."

Thyls moved in his heart.

He saw Ricky walking ahead discussing something with Semir.

"Yes," Thales walked up to the brazier casually, and sighed sincerely: "I also feel that such a large building is buried underground, whether it is preservation, layout, and ventilation. Meticulous."

The drill glanced at Thales unexpectedly.

This is the first time His Royal Highness takes the initiative to speak to him.

Tyles smiled and said: "Father told me about the prison of bones. According to him, the mages are truly magical, and they can surprise you all the time."

Surprise.

Sure enough, in the next second, Thales saw that Yaozi's face changed.

Their search did not last long.

Soon, on the next floor, they came to an unprecedented hall.

The same dust everywhere, the same ruins, the same big stone pillars, Thales looked around, but saw nearly thirty cells.

There are five of them, wrapped in a thick iron curtain, no fences, no prisoners behind them.

Semuel stood in front of one of the cells and raised the torch.

In that second, Thales clearly heard the sound of Semir's inhalation trembling in the quiet darkness.

The torch in his hand flickered.

"Yes," I only heard Semir's voice shaking slightly:

"This is...our goal."

The people who were originally tired of spirits suddenly became excited, and Ricky stepped forward quickly, looking at the iron medals with serious expression.

Tyles entered the senses of hell, trying to see the iron plate clearly.

Quil Barney Jr.

Who is this?

Seeing this iron sign, the time of imprisonment, and the unusual names of the verdict and the prisoner above, Thales' doubts grew thicker.

Also.

The charge is...

Collaborate with enemies?

"Wow," Brazier's voice sounded from the side, seeming to understand: "This is, that little Barney..."

Semuel took a deep breath. He knocked on one of the iron curtains and turned his head before the last iron card:

"Is there a way to open the iron curtain?"

"Five cells...all!"

Ricky smiled~IndoMTL.com~ He took out the long "key" again and walked to the stone pillar in the middle of the hall.

The dust was blown away, revealing the emblem pattern of the tower of alchemy under the firelight.

Ricky put the key in the central hole as before, and after it bulged, he turned it around.

"Kara."

A ugly machine sound rang.

Next second.

Boom...

With the sound of friction, the torches in the hall swayed!

I saw the junction of the five-sided iron curtain and the ceiling, suddenly a lot of dust fell.

Boom...

There is a rubbing sound.

Soon, Thales noticed that there was a gap between the iron curtain and the ceiling, and metal fences were exposed in the gap.

It also revealed the darkness behind.

Decline.

Thyls thought: The Iron Curtain is falling.

He couldn't help clenching his fist.

Boom...

Gradually, the iron curtain fell more and more, making an unpleasant rubbing sound.

The fire light shone on the metal railing exposed behind the iron curtain.

Compared with empty cells, these fences are obviously not attacked by dust and reflect a smooth metallic luster.

Boom...

But the fire light only illuminates a small part of the cell, and it is still dark behind the railing,

An unpleasant smell came from behind the iron curtain.

But everyone didn't care. They concentrated their attention and stared at the cells where the five iron curtains were lowered.

Boom...

Finally, the iron curtain lowered and lowered, and finally fell completely to the ground, almost invisible.

Boom.

With a muffled noise, Thales knew: The Iron Curtain was fully opened.

A darkness was revealed.