Endless Debt

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

Borogo seemed to be visiting a historical site, looking at these fascinating ruins to see if he could get some value from them.

"This seems to be their banquet hall."

After passing through another winding door, Boluogo arrived in a wide space. Through the dim light emitted by the crystal curtain wall, he could vaguely see that this was a banquet hall. An exquisite and huge chandelier hangs from the vaulted ceiling, and the gold-plated lamp stand is filled with crystals, reflecting the dim light.

Boluogo guessed that when it lit up, it must have been extremely beautiful, like an artificial star. Unfortunately, it has now become dilapidated and 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 spider webs cover every corner, forming a gray gauze, as if representing the passage of time. Deposition and forgetfulness.

The long dining table was placed in the center of the hall. There was not much left of the wooden material that had decayed. The once gorgeous red tablecloth was in tatters and was covered with stains and fading. The remaining tableware was placed haphazardly on the table. , the rusty silverware exudes an ancient atmosphere.

Boluogo walked along the edge of the long table. Under the columns, he saw weathered and withered skeletons. The rugged bones were still wrapped with tattered cloths.

"They are all apprentices," Aimu said, "covered in dark green robes."

Burlogo 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 the corpses of soldiers or bullet holes.

The Kogadel Empire and the Rhine Alliance failed to break through this place.

"They starved to death," Aimu analyzed coldly. "Even though this is the sacred city of Raymond Gaiton and King Solomon, there are only a few people who embark on the path of transcendence. Even if these apprentices sublimate themselves Souls, but most of them are just condensers, not much better than ordinary people."

"Not to mention the logistics required to maintain such a huge city are unimaginable."

Aimu combined the current situation of the Order Bureau and it is not difficult to draw such a conclusion.

“The siege lasted for nearly a year, and Raymond Gayton was completely blocked,” Bologo said. “For them at that time, this great city where their faith was based turned into a trap that trapped them. of hell.”

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

Aimu retorted, "Remember what we talked about at the beginning?"

"Love people and love humanity?"

"Yes, don't underestimate the fanaticism of these people. In their view, King Solomon is their god." Aimu is also a scholar. She can understand but find it difficult to agree with this idea. "At the last moment of the fall of the Holy City, They may just want to fall with their gods, and it would be a shame to live.”

"Think of the Order of Truth."

After Amu's reminder, Boluogo thought of those crazy scholars.

The predecessor of the Monks of Truth was a group of scholars who were rejected by King Solomon. Most of the reasons for rejection were that they were too fanatical. But even so, this group of fanatical scholars still established their own city outside Raymond Gayton, and together with Raymond Guyton stared at each other until he saw its complete destruction.

"In other words, those who can be accepted by King Solomon are still somewhat rational?" Boluogo exclaimed, "My stereotype of scholars is really getting deeper and deeper."

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

"Okay, okay." Boluogo smiled and ignored the topic.

The benches placed along the long table had become loose, and the ribbons on the backrests were tangled. The banquet hall was empty, filled with dead silence and desolation. It seemed that only the sound of wind passed through the broken windows, stirring up the dust in the room and making a sad low moan.

At the end of the long table, Boluogo saw several corpses sitting on benches. Their corpses still maintained an upright posture, their backs were straight, but their heads were hung low.

The corpses sat on both sides of the long table, and at the end of the long table, the chair was empty, and the owner was not there. That was supposed to be King Solomon's position.

"They had the Last Supper here?"

Boluogo looked at the corpse and didn't know where the ashes came from. It was everywhere, covering the corpse's body.

"They are not apprentices," Aimu said.

"I can see that."

Boluogo nodded. These corpses were wearing different robes from the apprentices, black robes.

According to the records of the Bureau of Order, Raymond Gaiton scholars will distinguish different levels according to the color of their robes and the accessories they wear, just like the red-clad bishops in some religious orders.

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

Boluogo noticed that these corpses held hands before death and did not let go even after so many years, as if the bones had been fused together.

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

Aimu followed Boluogo's gaze. Too many years had passed and she couldn't judge anything.

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

Sword and key.

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

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

"How specific?"

"I don't know," Aimu said, "Raymengaiton is too mysterious, just like... just like a technological monopoly, they rarely have contact with the outside world, and the only time they have large-scale contact with the outside world is the Holy City The death of.

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

The banquet hall was very large, with several long tables arranged one after another, enough to accommodate thousands of people dining here at the same time. Bologo continued to check and found that there were many more bodies that looked like they were holding hands and praying before the meal. Bologg picked several more The corpses in black robes took off different badges from their chests.

After a series of choices, Boluogo left behind the most gorgeous badge. It not only had a sword and a key, but also had a circle of laurel leaves around the symbol.

Boluogo pinned the badge on his collar. Since this may be a kind of proof of identity, presumably based on the order of the seats of the corpses and the gorgeousness of the badge, the rank it represents should not be low.

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

Aimu suddenly asked, "Bologo, did you smell something?"

Boluogo sniffed his nose vigorously, but he could smell nothing except the breathless smell of ash.

"What's wrong?"

Aimu did not respond, but untied the overlapping image in her heart and separated from Boluogo's body. She transformed into a body of steel, and the aperture in her eyes slowly shrank, as if detecting something.

Flesh and steel have pros and cons. Flesh and blood can make Aimu become more human-like and experience various human senses, while steel can allow Aimu to transcend human limitations to a certain extent.

"There is a smell of blood." Aimu was keenly aware of the subtle composition in the air.

"Is it a disaster in this world?"

Boluogo asked back, that twisted mass of flesh and blood was the source of all blood.

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

In Amu's exclamation, Boluogo diffused his own ether. He could not have the precise perception of Amu, but he could feel the "echo" caused by touching foreign objects through the undifferentiated ether baptism. ".

Just like the calm water stirs up thousands of waves, and then the waves touch thousands of rocks.

Boluogo suddenly raised his head and looked into the shadow of the vault. Countless echoes were coming from the shadow, followed by dense and countless ether reactions.

The diamond-shaped shield burned and extended into a fire sword, speeding towards the shadows. A roaring explosion came from above, blowing away the dust and blowing over a large number of tables and chairs, and the bodies were scattered.

The blazing fire illuminated the shadows and also illuminated the terrifying evil entrenched above the vault.

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

What's wrong with this world?

Seeing the ferocious mass of flesh and blood, Boluogo couldn't help but wonder, but then he discovered that the flesh mass was densely covered with many blood-colored holes, like evil eyes. As it sensed the presence of living people, it also began to move. Resurrection from dormancy.

The sound of gurgling water sounded, and dripping blood seeped out of the dense holes. They fell to the ground and made a hissing sound of corrosion.

The blood was extremely viscous, and the scarlet threads pulled out were tangled and intertwined like spider webs, revealing an indescribable malice and madness. They floated gently and emitted weird whispers.

"Remember those living organisms that escaped into Raymond Gaiton? Those alchemy creatures that were out of control."

Boluogo silently tightened his grip as he told the story, "Actually, before I came in, I had been thinking that even they need energy intake, so even if they escaped all the traps, how would they be here? How about surviving?"

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

Boluogo took a deep breath, and the next moment a harsh buzzing sound filled the entire banquet hall, like the whispers of demons and the cries of death intertwined.

Huge red poisonous bees emerged from the scarlet holes. They were not evil in this world, but flesh-and-blood hives transformed by poisonous bees. Their bodies were covered with bloody sharp quills, exuding an aura of command. The smell of suffocating venom.

The red poisonous bees were as dense as blood clouds, covering the sky and the sun, like bloody hurricanes twisting in the air. As their wings vibrated, they let out shrill screams, and launched a fierce attack on Boluogo like crazy beasts. attack.

Boluogo stood unmoved, while the diamond-shaped shields surrounding him suddenly accelerated and shot towards the swarm of poisonous bees.

Just like the bombing of artillery, each impact was accompanied by fierce explosions and violent vibrations. The diamond-shaped shield burst out with dazzling sparks in the air, splitting into countless fragments almost simultaneously. These flying fragments were like dexterous missiles. The arrow flew through the air quickly and accurately hit the speeding poisonous bee.

One by one, the poisonous bees fell down, letting out heart-rending screams. Their bodies were pierced, and the venom splashed everywhere, but this was not the end. Sparks flashed in the rain of arrows, and then there were continuous fireworks. Burning, enveloping the poisonous bees and evaporating the venom, forming a deadly sea of ​​fire.

There was a crackling sound from 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 flesh ball, composed of twisted and fat bodies. The poisonous bees squeeze the fat body and stretch it. The bloody holes turned them into terrifying exits.

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

If these enemies alone were not a cause for concern, then Boluogo noticed that the fallen skeletons were also making a squeaking sound and slowly stood up.

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

These scholars have been dead for many years, and their eyes have disappeared, replaced by darkness and nothingness. Their faces are full of decay and decadence, like wreckage that has lost all vitality. However, they stood in a strange posture, as if driven by some unknown force, with their feet on the ashes and their bodies standing unsteadily.

Boluogo did not retreat at all. This time he grasped the saw axe, and silently slashed at all the enemies.