Light Spirit Epic Chapter 879: Traveling in Tianyuan (32)
Chapter 879 Traveling to Tianyuan
"So, the other [bond], *burp*, is rubbish?" Palamedis looked at the useless junk, burping wine and making vicious comments. 『Word**first*
"What were the ancient gods thinking. The castle was built in such an inconvenient location." Bedivere was also bewildered.
Professor Paul reached out and touched the rusted surface of a machine lightly: "Maybe, they need this secluded place for some kind of restless research?"
"Hmph, a bunch of immortals, *hic*, what kind of restless research is there?" The more vicious Palamidis said.
Of course he is wrong.
In fact, the ancient gods conducted a lot of "restless research" before their demise - including regenerating [new humans], creating [orcs], and creating [the world's] Wall], and ancient artifacts such as [King's Sword].
God knows what else they created?
Just as everyone was bumping and walking down the corridor full of debris, Bedivere felt an invisible sight in the gloom.
They are being watched. Being watched by something in an unknown way. That thing is not seen with eyes, the way he spy on Bedivere and others is even more bizarre, giving people the feeling of being licked by a cold tongue all over his body.
Thinking of this, the werewolf can't help but feel a chill down his spine and tighten his head.
Then, the red indicator line stopped in front of a door at the end of the corridor.
A gate made of steel is locked and immovable, with almost no pattern on it, let alone a handle or anything like that. Some are just a hole.
A hole?
Bediver can't help looking at the spear in Palamidis' hand.
The head of the [Meteor Gun---Eternal Neil] emits a faint golden light, and the light merges to form a faint electronic pattern.
Also, it's the exact size of the hole in the door.
Don't say------
Seeing that the other party was looking at the spear in his hand, Palamidis couldn't help wrapping his arms around the ancient Neil, standing staggeringly, and looked at the werewolf with suspicion: "What are you looking at? *hic* , this is my treasure, *hic*, I won't give it to you, meow!"
(This **** drunk cat.)
"I won't rob your treasure." Bedivere shook his head helplessly, and said to Palamidis in a childlike tone: "Palamy, poke that door with that gun. Is the keyhole on the top okay? It might open the door."
"Hey, stop lying, meow." The more the drunk cat persuaded, the more he sang the opposite: "You want to take advantage of me while I'm poking at the door, *hic*, take my baby away? Don't you? Stupid, *hic*, I'm wise, I won't be fooled."
At this moment, Bedivere has the urge to knock the dead drunk cat unconscious.
"You remember to remind me in the future, never let you drink." The werewolf suppressed the anger in his heart, and persuaded in a circle: "Okay, I won't rob you of your things. We retreat far away. , can't you open the door yourself?"
"Hmm---let me think about it." Palamidis hugged the spear and leaned against the corner.
Bediver glared at Big Cat.
"Well, think about it again---" The big cat closed his eyelids and seemed to be thinking.
Bedivere waits patiently.
Another minute passed.
"Snoring---" A large bubble emerges from the leopard warrior's nose. This **** drunk cat is not meditating at all, but asleep!
"You meow!" Bedivere almost exploded with anger, and countless blue veins popped out of his forehead. Resisting the urge to curse, he waved his tortoise-tongue whip and let the big "tentacle" slowly climb from the ground, make a circle, and get behind Palamidis' ass----- -
Then, it suddenly wrapped around the big cat's tail and pulled it hard!
"Meow!!" Palamidis jumped up and screamed like a cat: "What are you doing meow?!"
"Are you awake?" Bedivere glared at the leopard man with a dark face: "Open the door, you bastard. Do you want me to rip your tail off?"
"Ow---" Palamidis rubbed the interface between the tail and the buttocks. He felt that his cat's tail had actually broken, and it was almost completely ripped off.
The drunk big cat did not lose his sense of wine. He staggered and raised his spear, slowly aimed at the key hole in front of the door, and stabbed it in.
All of this is so slow, so leisurely, that Bedivere almost feels obsessive!
Eternal Neil stabbed deeply into the hole, then twisted. The pale golden light changed from weak to strong, and with countless particles of golden light, it began to spray out of the keyhole like a spring.
The door moved slowly, backing away from left and right.
And the room inside the door, the space where the red indicator line extends all the way, is an endless darkness.
Bediver and his party walked cautiously into this room, fearing that they would be attacked by the enemy lurking in the dark.
But the floor of this dark room, or the gap between the floor tiles, began to seep a pale golden light, illuminating the surroundings a little bit brighter.
What followed was not an enemy sneak attack, but a visual shock.
Bediver watched in shock as this huge room contained tens of thousands of huge glass containers.
Bedevier knows this stuff. They are very similar to the survival pods on one of Vivian's ships - devices for long-term preservation of corpses, or for freezing blood.
The body of some kind of creature seems to be soaked in the dull green liquid. But on closer inspection, the creatures in it have been dead for a long time, and even the pods can't keep their corpses forever, so they rot.
The dull green vital fluid is extremely turbid, containing the tissue fluid from the rotting and melting corpses, and the looming shadow in the glass container is actually just a white bone.
Bediver saw several shattered life-support capsules, only a few skeletons were still preserved, and most of the others had weathered and shattered.
These skeletons do not appear to be human, as they have prominent mouths and large ear holes in their heads.
This shape, don't tell me---
"Orc corpse?" Palamedis leaned in and studied it. But the rancid smell could not be completely eliminated even after tens of thousands of years, and a sewer-like stench wafted vaguely near the broken glass container.
"Uh---" The big cat found a corner and let something glittering in rainbow colors spill out of his mouth.
"Idiot." Bedivere covered his nose rationally, watching from a distance of more than five yards.
"Look at the shape of this skeleton...it should be a werewolf, or a fox?---Why are there orc corpses in the ancient man's research institute?" Professor Paul asked inexplicably: "And there are so many, it's almost It's like a massive collection of orcs."
In fact, it is not a collection, but a manufacturing. Bedivere thought to himself.
"Oh, you haven't, *hic*, don't you know?" Palamidis had just vomited a lot, and after replying, he continued to act cool, not caring at all about the sparkle at the corner of his mouth. Something with iridescent light:
"The ancient gods were originally, *hic*, the creators of orcs and humans. They were old humans who came from the old universe, and they created new humans to rule, *hic*, slaves. But the new The humans rebelled, and the orcs, *hic*, were later created to suppress the rebellion."
Drunken Cat is a bit incoherent, but his words are basically understandable. After Professor Paul understood, he immediately frowned deeper: "You said that both humans and orcs were created by ancient people using genetic technology? Is this true?"
"It's true." Bedivere whispered, "He and his wife have discovered the remains of an ancient man, which has all the records to prove it.
Humans were originally created as inferior slaves, as the labor force of the ancient gods, but they soon rebelled;
Orcs were then created to suppress rebellious humans.
However, later on, the ancients knew that they were dying, and gave up the idea of suppressing humans, and instead entrusted the task of protecting the [Wall of the World] to the orcs. That's the whole story. "
(So, whether orcs or humans, in the end, it's a bunch of messes made by a bunch of immortals.)
Professor Paul struggles to make sense of all this, given the amount of information in it.
But the scholar quickly questioned: "If that's the case, that is to say, there are people among you orcs who are in charge of managing the Wall of the World? Who moved the Wall of the World in the first place, and from which clan? One?"
"Uh---" Bedivere was asked, speechless: "How could I know what happened so long ago. And we don't control the World Wall, the orc clans are just fragments of the keys to the World Wall. The holder of the , responsible for the protection of those key fragments---"
"And where are those key fragments?" the old scholar demanded.
"They're broken, *hic*, and all over the world." Palamedis recalled that scene seven years ago.
The moment the disintegration process of the World Wall was suspended, the assembled key shattered into seven pieces and flew away like a shooting star. Rediscovering them in every corner of the world is as difficult as it is meaningless.
Because the wall will always be opened by Morgan by other means - this is King Arthur's prophecy.
It's only a matter of time before the [Boundless Darkness] is unsealed from the other side of the earth and erodes the world.
"Hmm..." Professor Paul is still pondering on his cheeks~IndoMTL.com~ It seems that there is still something he can't figure out. But he didn't seem to be asking any more questions for a while, much to the werewolf's relief.
The deepest part of this huge "mortuary" is a staircase leading to the basement, following the red light that guides the way.
Bursts of sinister and evil spirits emanated from the ground, like some kind of heavy smoke, clinging to the ground and slowly seeping out.
Just by looking at it, Bedivere could vaguely sense that there was something huge and ominous in the basement.
But they've run out of options. If they don't get this done, the Pygmies won't let them go. Can only bite the bullet.
Seeing that there was nothing left to explore, Bedivere winked at everyone: "Let's go. Whatever is in that basement, it must die. We have no time to waste."
"*hic*, of course meow." Palamides shook his head leisurely and followed, not caring how brutal the next battle might be. () "The Legend of Light" only represents the views of the author Raven D Vixas. If you find that its content is in violation of national laws, please delete it. The position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform . 【】,thank you all!