Endless Debt.

The process of exploring Raymond Gayton was much easier than Bologo imagined. Except for a series of traps encountered in the corridor at the beginning, Bologo did not encounter any abnormalities in the subsequent exploration.

It was as if Borrog was visiting a historical site, looking at these fascinating ruins to see if he could extract some value from them.

"This seems to be their banquet hall."

After passing through another winding door, Bologo arrived in a wide space. Through the shimmering light from the crystal curtain wall, it could be vaguely seen that this was a banquet hall with a tall An exquisite and huge chandelier hangs on the vaulted ceiling. The gold-plated lamp stand is inlaid with crystals, reflecting the dim light.

Burrog guessed that it must have been beautiful when it was lit, like an artificial star, but it was now in dilapidated condition, swallowed by the torrent of time.

On the walls and ceiling of the hall, the once exquisite oil paintings and reliefs have peeled off, revealing dull stone bricks and corroded wood. Dust and cobwebs have covered every corner, forming a gray tulle, as if representing time. deposition and forgetting.

The long dining table is placed in the center of the hall. The wooden materials have decayed to the point where there is not much left. The once gorgeous red tablecloth is also torn and covered with stains and fading. The remaining tableware is placed on the table in a mess. , the rusty silver exudes an ancient atmosphere.

Burrog walked along the edge of the long table, and under the pillars, he saw skeletons that had weathered and shriveled, and the jagged skeletons were still wrapped with tattered cloth.

"They are all apprentices," said Amy, "wearing dark green robes."

Burrog asked, "How do you think they died?"

Aimu was silent for a while. There were no traces of battle around these corpses. To be precise, there were no traces of battle in the entire banquet hall, not even soldiers' bodies or bullet holes.

At the beginning, the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine Alliance failed to break through this place.

"They starved to death," Amyu analyzed coldly. "Even if this is the sacred city of Raymond Gayton and King Solomon, there are only a small number of people who embark on the path of the extraordinary, even if these apprentices have sublimated themselves. souls, but most of them are just sublimation people, not much better than ordinary people."

"Not to mention the logistical force required to maintain such a huge city is unimaginable."

Aimiao combined the current situation of the Bureau of Order, and it is not difficult to come to such a conclusion.

"The siege lasted for nearly a year, and Raymond Gayton was completely blocked," said Burlogo. "For them at that time, this great city where the faith was located turned into a place that trapped them to death. hell."

"I don't think they care about their own death."

Amy retorted, "Remember what we started talking about?"

"Love and love of humanity?"

"Yes, don't underestimate the fanaticism of these people. From their point of view, King Solomon is their god," said Amy, who was also a scholar. She could understand but couldn't agree with this idea. "At the last moment of the fall of the Holy City, They may only want to fall with their gods, and it would be a shame to live."

"Think of the Friars of Truth."

After Amyu's reminder, Burlogo remembered those crazy scholars.

The predecessor of the Brotherhood of Truth was a group of scholars who were rejected by King Solomon. Most of the reasons for the rejection were because they were too fanatical, but even so, this group of fanatical scholars still established their own city outside Raymond Gayton. Gaydon watched until he saw it utterly destroyed.

"That is to say, is it somewhat sensible to be accepted by King Solomon?" Bologo exclaimed, "My stereotype of scholars is really getting deeper and deeper."

"I think you're about to say something offensive."

"Okay, okay." Burrog smiled, skipping the subject.

The benches placed along the long table had been slack, the ribbons on the backrests were tangled up, and the banquet hall was empty, filled with dead silence and bleakness.It seemed that only the sound of the wind passing through the broken windows stirred up the dust in the room and made a mournful murmur.

At the end of the long table, Bologo saw several corpses sitting on benches. Their corpses still maintained an upright posture, their waists were straight, but their heads were lowered.

The corpses sat separately on both sides of the long table, and at the main seat at the end of the long table, the chairs were empty, and the owner was not there.That should be King Solomon's place.

"They had their Last Supper here?"

Burrog looked at the corpse, but he didn't know where the ashes poured in, and it was everywhere here, covering the body of the corpse.

"They're not apprentices," said Amy.

"I can see that."

Burrog nodded. These corpses wore different robes from the apprentices, black robes.

According to the records of the Bureau of Order, the scholars of Raymond Gayton will distinguish different levels according to the color of the robes they wear and the accessories they wear, just like the bishops in red clothes in some churches.

"Are they performing some secret ceremony? Or are they praying before meals?"

Burrog noticed that these corpses held hands before they died, and they hadn't let go even after so many years, as if the bones had been fused together.

"Perhaps, in that desperate situation, even scholars will pin their hopes on some illusory things called gods."

Amy followed Burrog's gaze, and it had been too many years, and she couldn't judge anything.

Burrog inspected the body carefully again, and at the collar of the black robe, he found a golden badge with a strange symbol printed on it.

Sword and key.

"Do you know what this is?" Burrog asked.

Aimiao observed carefully, "It should be a symbol of status."

"How specific?"

"I don't know," Amyu said, "Ramon Gayton is too mysterious, like... just like Technopoly, they rarely communicate with the outside world, and the only time they communicate with the outside world on a large scale is the Holy City death.

Even the Bureau of Order has a vague understanding of them, as if someone deliberately destroyed everything about King Solomon, trying to erase all traces of his existence. "

The banquet hall is very large, with several long tables arranged in sequence, enough to accommodate thousands of people dining here at the same time. Bologo continued to check and found that there were still many corpses holding hands and praying before meals. Bologo picked several more Black-robed corpses, taking off different badges from their chests.

After a series of trade-offs, Bologo left the most magnificent badge, which not only has a sword and a key, but also has a circle of laurel leaves around the symbol.

Bologo pinned the badge on his neckline. Since this may be a proof of identity, presumably based on the order of the corpse's seats and the gorgeousness of the badge, the rank it represents should not be low.

This may help Bolog go out of this maze, preferably directly to the Golden Palace. Unless necessary, Bolog really doesn't want to try to break through from the outside world, facing evil and light.

Amyu suddenly asked, "Bologo, do you smell something?"

Burrog sniffed his nose vigorously, but he couldn't smell anything except the breath of ashes that filled the air.

"what happened?"

Aimu didn't answer, but untied the double image of the heart, and got out of Burrog's body. She transformed into a body of steel, and the apertures in her eyes shrank slowly, as if she was detecting something.

Flesh and steel have both advantages and disadvantages. Flesh and flesh can make Amy more human-like and experience all kinds of human senses, while steel can make Amy surpass the limitations of human beings to a certain extent.

"It smells like blood." Aimiao was keenly aware of the subtle composition in the air.

"Is it the evil of this world?"

Bologo asked back, that twisted flesh and blood creation is the source of all blood.

"I don't know," Aimiao looked around vigilantly, "but the concentration of blood is rising...something is coming!"

In Amyu's exclamation, Burlogo diffused his own ether. He couldn't achieve Amyu's precise perception, but he could feel the "echo" brought by touching foreign objects through the indiscriminate ether baptism. ".

It was like thousands of waves stirred up on the calm water, and then the waves touched thousands of reefs.

Bologo raised his head abruptly and looked into the shadow of the vault. Countless echoes were coming from the shadow, followed by dense and innumerable etheric reactions rising.

The rhomboid shield burned and extended like a flaming sword, galloping towards the shadows. A roaring explosion sounded from overhead, blowing away the dust, blowing down a large number of tables and chairs, and the corpses scattered.

The blazing fire illuminated the shadows, and also illuminated the terrible evil that entrenched the vault.

At this time, Bologo realized that on the huge crystal chandelier and vault, the building had been damaged many years ago, and a gap was cracked, and the gap was filled by scarlet flesh, and twisted and deformed roots spread. , like fungi growing wantonly.

The evil in this world?

Seeing the hideous mass of flesh and blood, Bologo couldn't help but suspect, but then he discovered that the mass of flesh was covered with many blood-colored holes, like evil eyes, and as it sensed the existence of living people, it also from Resume from hibernation.

The sound of gurgling water rang out, dripping blood seeped out of the densely-covered holes, and they fell on the ground with a hissing corrosion sound.

The blood was extremely viscous, and the scarlet threads pulled out were tangled like spider webs, exuding an indescribable malice and madness. They floated gently and whispered strangely.

"Remember those living creatures that escaped into Raymond Gayton? That is, those out-of-control alchemy creatures."

Bologo silently grasped the bite while talking, "Actually, before I came in, I kept thinking that even they need energy intake, so even if they escaped many traps, why are they here?" How about living?"

Aimu understood what Boluoge meant, and overlapped with him again, and the voice echoed in Boluogo's mind, "There are evils and evils in this world, and it itself is an unlimited buffet."

Burrog took a deep breath, and the next moment a piercing hum filled the banquet hall, like the whispers of demons intertwined with the cries of death.

Huge red poisonous bees drilled out of the scarlet holes. It was not a disaster in this world, but a flesh and blood hive transformed by poisonous bees. The smell of venom that suffocates people.

The red poisonous bees are densely packed like a blood cloud, covering the sky and the sun, twisting in the air like a blood-colored hurricane, and with the vibration of their wings, they let out shrill screams one after another, and launched a violent attack towards Bologo like a mad beast. attack.

Bologo stood unmoved, and the diamond-shaped shields around him suddenly accelerated, shooting towards the swarm of poisonous bees.

Like the bombardment of artillery, every hit is accompanied by intense crackling sounds and violent vibrations. The diamond-shaped shield bursts out dazzling sparks in the air, and almost simultaneously disintegrates into countless fragments. These flying fragments are like dexterous The arrow flew through the air at high speed, and accurately hit the poisonous bee that was speeding forward.

The poisonous bees fell down one by one, making heart-piercing screams, their bodies were pierced, and the venom splashed everywhere, but this was not the end, little sparks flashed in the arrow rain, and then continuous fireworks Burning, engulfing poisonous bees and evaporating venom, formed a deadly sea of ​​fire.

There was a crackling sound of roasting in the sea of ​​fire, and amidst the pungent burning smell, the corpses of poisonous bees fell one after another, and a rotten atmosphere enveloped the entire battlefield.

However, this is not the end. The scene on the vault is even more terrifying. The flesh and blood hive continues to squirm. It seems to be a huge living meat ball, composed of twisted fat bodies. The poisonous bees squeeze the fat body and stretch it apart The bloody holes turned them into terrifying exits.

In this bloody hole, more poisonous bees crawled out. Their bodies were fat and ugly, covered with red and shiny shells, and their bloody wings shone strangely in the firelight, making a low buzzing sound. The eyeballs are scarlet and full, with wildness and ferocity.

If only these enemies are not enough to worry about, but then Bologo noticed that the fallen bones were also making babbling sounds at this time, and stood up slowly.

The tattered robes on these incomplete skeletons are incomplete and almost rotten.Under the holes in the robe, the bony bones were clearly visible, exuding an unusual and terrifying beauty.On the bones, some disgusting maggots are crawling, shuttling among the bones of the scholars.

These scholars have been dead for many years, their eyes have disappeared, replaced by darkness and nothingness, their faces are full of decay and decadence, like wrecks that have lost all vitality.However, they stood in a strange posture, as if driven by some kind of dark force, their feet stepped on ashes, and their figures stood wobbly.

Bologo didn't retreat for a moment. This time, he grasped the Sawaxe tightly and slashed at all the enemies silently.