mechanical court

"Yes."

"Then why isn't there a single immature sara fruit in the green forest belt below?"

"Have... been taken in advance?"

When the female officer asked back, she already felt that her IQ was not enough.

"Yeah, he harvested the unripe Sha Luo fruit in advance."

Ai Luluomei leaned on the window sill with one elbow, and looked into the distance with her cheeks on her cheeks. There seemed to be a light turning in her eyes: "No matter what the reason is, I must have escaped with these fruits."

"Yes!"

When Bazaar heard this, she seemed to think of something, and she suddenly regained her spirits, and immediately said: "We did find scattered raw saluo fruits in the west."

"Then it's even more impossible to go west!"

The queen shook her head, and raised a thin white finger to draw a topographic map on the window sill:

"The west is close to the Mediterranean Sea, and there are abundant products. There are supplies along the way. If you want to eat salo fruit, you can buy it with money. Why bother to bring your own raw fruit."

"..."

The female officer fell silent.

"Bringing raw fruit means that the saluo fruit is an important material for them."

Ai Luluomei's eyes flickered slightly, her fingertips tapped the white porcelain on the edge of the bed lightly, and said thoughtfully:

"As far as I know, the biggest effect of Sara fruit is to prevent scurvy. Even if you don't hesitate to expose your whereabouts, you have to bring these Sara fruits. This means that the place he is really going to must be short of supplies. The Barrens."

"The land of wind and sand in the east!"

With a flash of inspiration, Bazaar blurted out.

"Probably so."

The Queen squinted her eyes, let her hair flow with the night wind, and her voice gradually became colder:

"The traces left on the west side may also be real, but they should only be to the extent that a lizard has lost its tail. Take a team of thousands of people to chase after them. If you encounter resistance, you will be executed immediately on the spot."

"Yes!"

After Bazaar took the order, she immediately withdrew.

……

At dawn, the corona knights rode traveling birds across the river and lit clusters of bonfires with long-handled tinder. The firelight was reflected in the river water like a string of pearls passing by.Soon after, the bonfire began to spread, one node after another gathered together, and soon ignited the entire ruins.

The purple flames reflected half of the oasis, forming a group of dazzling purple spots in the dark night sky.

"..."

Ai Luluomei was driving a sun horse, and stood at the highest point of the oasis in military uniform, looking at the ruins below where the flames were rising in the embers and the smoke was billowing, and she smiled silently.

After the intruders were dealt with, you took over Ozymandis' lair for me, Ivan, you are really my good brother.

Chapter 21 The Seven Doors

In the void, Yiwen's consciousness was falling endlessly, sneaking into the depths of the darkness, gradually approaching a huge door opened from the void.However, the moment he passed the heavy door, he felt a huge force pulling him back from the black abyss.In a trance, it seems to have passed through the clouds in the sky, and the boundless darkness suddenly disappeared like a punctured bubble.

"Failed?"

Ivan opened his eyes in a daze, and stared blankly at the iron gate, his pupils were blank—he knew that the force that prevented him from crossing the seven gates was precisely his will to survive.

The seven-fold door is the quick way to the second stage of the Holy Code of the Underworld, also known as the Demonic Way of the Underworld.

This is a special shortcut to gain spiritual sublimation by enduring great pain, imitating the dismembered Pluto to accumulate strength, and then passing through the seven gates that symbolize the reincarnation of the sun god Atum from the spiritual level.

There is no problem from a technical point of view, but due to its excessive danger, it is listed as a taboo of Hades.Normally, Yiwen would never try this extremely risky underworld magic way, but now he has no choice.

……

The narrow and cramped space is surprisingly quiet, as if everything is plunged into darkness, as if time and air are frozen.

"..."

He raised his head with difficulty, and there was a sound like rotten wood breaking in his neck, and his limbs were sore as if they had rusted.He tried to stretch his body, but bumped into a cold and hard wall, his body could not straighten at all, he could only stand hunched over, or lay down bent over.

This cell is very special. It has neither lighting nor heating. It is completely customized according to his body shape, and its length and width are limited within a special range.It made Ivan unable to stand upright or lie down, and even stretching his muscles and bones was a luxury.

Whether it is mental or physical, it is a cruel torture.

He has been imprisoned here since the last time the high priest was made to shit, and he can't remember how long he stayed here, at least two or three months.Because the sun cannot be seen, the time cannot be calculated, and the frequency of food delivery is also deliberately disrupted.Ivan didn't know where this was, but he was sure that it should be in a ship, and it was a sea ship.Because he can often feel huge turbulence, and the air also smells of salty sea water.

Ozymandis claimed to torture Ivan until his will collapsed, not a joke.Compared with the mental pollution that you have to accept every once in a while, being confined in a narrow space can only be said to be an appetizer.

Singing the Internationale from his previous life, recalling the Anti-Japanese War, remembering the revolutionary martyrs—he has tried all the ways to cheer himself up a little during this time.But it can't last long, the string in the brain that maintains reason has been stretched to the limit and may break at any time.

"Seven layers of doors... Seven layers of doors..."

He curled up and lightly bumped his head against the iron wall to stay awake.

Bang-dang-!

The iron door above was opened and light came in.

"It's coming again, it's a little bit... a little bit..."

Ivan immediately closed his eyes to prevent being stabbed by the strong light, and at the same time took a deep breath in order to inhale more fresh air.Fresh air was hard to come by, so taking a gulp of breath while the iron doors were open would help him keep his sanity.

Several heavily armed crusaders opened the iron gate, helped him out, put on heavy shackles for him, and put on a straitjacket made of tough linen and cowhide leather—a man who can shoot light cannons with his hands. How can people not be dangerous?

The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, and he walked into the familiar cabin, a heavy metal chair in the center of the room, and light poured in from the skylight in the center of the ceiling.

Maybe because of the bad weather and lack of sunlight, all the lights in the cabin seemed to be on.Even so, the room looked gloomy and depressing.

Several priests in white robes were waiting for him here, and two rows of crusaders stood against the wall as usual.

They fixed Ivan on the chair, and then backed away.

"..."

He sat in a metal chair with iron bands on his hands and feet, drowsy from weakness.

"Be prepared for first aid, this is probably the last time."

As the leading priest said, he opened the suitcase he was carrying and took out a yellow jewel.With a white handkerchief in his hand, he walked quickly in front of Ivan, squatted down solemnly, and embedded it in the empty slot under the seat.