The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

"Please bear witness, gods!"

Even the emotionless mechanical synthesized sound seemed to become passionate and boiling at this moment, and thousands of stars emerged from the darkness under the deep well, like a brilliant galaxy.

At the same time, countless silver-gray lights climbed on the walls of the deep well, lighting up countless mysterious patterns.

These magnificent lights come together with thousands of stars to weave a magnificent picture like a nebula or a high-energy radiation cloud.

The galaxy penetrated the darkness and directly drowned out Lor who was watching all this. In the dazzling light, the passionate female voice seemed to be extinguished prematurely.

The voice became weak, like a dream talk.

"Please bear witness..."

It was not until this moment, in this complete burst of divine light, that Lor had time to organize his thoughts and think about what the scene he had witnessed meant.

Flesh and blood, and suffering, so the people of the Yaslan Empire took another path.

The stone carvings that we have seen before, as well as the sculptures placed on the rock walls in the corridor, should be the gods.

The Aslan Empire's knowledge and understanding of God far surpasses any other power in the world today. Even the long-standing Earth Mother Church cannot compare to it.

They carved images of the gods.

Even if it is just one aspect of God, this is something that people in this world cannot imagine.

Whether it is a painting, a statue, or even just a description in a book or text, things that are too similar or too specific will be connected to those grand lives and even become the medium for them to descend their consciousness.

The phrase "ask the gods to witness" means that this ceremony must be completed under the watchful eyes of the gods.

This ceremony...

The light in the illusion gradually went out, and the world became quiet again. This time, there seemed to be no remaining echoes.

But Lor still kept his eyes closed, his thoughts had gone back to the endless ice field and the steel jungle in the sinkhole.

As if because he felt the silver-gray divinity, a certain curtain was lifted, and the truth hidden under disguise was revealed in the boy's mind.

In his memory, in that huge deep pit, the silver-gray tombstones like a steel jungle were gradually "blooming".

The surface disguise was melting away, peeling away from the tip of the tombstone downwards like a curled blade, cracking, revealing the original appearance of the prismatic obelisk.

There were countless huge black hosts shaped like tombstones.

Their surface is exposed, while the inside is dark in color and soft in texture. Flesh, nerve tissue and steel are fused together and piled up into clumps. Broken slots and incomplete plates can be vaguely seen, and growths like living things fill the gaps inside.

And more blood vessel-like lines extend into the deep rock strata, spreading to unimaginable depths underground, and finally converge at the dome of this hall.

The people of the Aslan Empire chose another way of survival.

They become one with the machines, allowing their consciousness to flow through the lines and upload, thereby eliminating differences and achieving a unified state.

So what's the cost?

Lor slowly opened his eyes. There was still some residual golden light in his beautiful pupils, allowing him to see the dark well in front of him again.

The well, in mysticism, represents sublimation.

This ancient object has a symbolic meaning of leaping from low to high in its shape and structure. Walking out of the wellhead means being able to see a wider world.

The people of the Aslan Empire seemed to view this transformation as sublimation, and were excited and delighted by it, and invited the gods to witness their achievement.

But there was one god who was not invited and who would not be pleased with the success of the Aslans.

Lor recalled the statues that flashed by in the darkness one by one. Some of them the boy could identify as corresponding gods, while others he had never heard of and did not match the known gods at all.

But one thing is certain, there is no Amor or His incarnation in it.

"So it was really Amor who destroyed the Aslan Empire personally?"

Lor said softly.

The sound of the self-talk was so soft, like the mumbling in a dream, but in this vast and silent cave, it was so clear and could even be heard from a distant echo.

So much so that as soon as Lor said it, he regretted it, worried that the sound would disturb the ghosts sleeping there.

Of course, nothing happened, just like the silence and stillness that had existed here for tens of millions of years.

Lor stepped forward in silence. The divine light of love dispelled the darkness. He could clearly see that the wall of this huge deep well was not smooth, but had bumps on it.

They are oval in shape, densely packed but neatly arranged, covering almost every corner of the well wall.

It seemed to be some kind of container, with dark glass on the outside and the inside shrouded in darkness that even the light of the gods could not illuminate.

But fortunately, most of the containers here were broken. Lor approached the container closest to him. The protective layer on the outside had been shattered, and inside was a corpse that had been dead for who knows how many years.

It seems to be a human being, but it cannot be called a human being. It is deformed and twisted, revealing a cold chill.

The head was open, revealing the dead brain tissue inside. Cables extending from the dome replaced the limbs, passing through the shriveled flesh and blood, and connected to the metal spine. The heart and brain were the only two cores.

Apart from that, most of the remaining area is filled with silver-gray metal, which looks more like a machine than a human.

Just by seeing this chimera of human and steel, Lor felt a surge of anger for no reason, and the fire in his eyes flickered and almost burst out.

He almost subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to destroy the blasphemous creation in front of him, but immediately calmed down.

It is the divinity of love that controls one's emotions, abandoning human organs and hormones, and discarding the weaknesses of flesh and blood, so it is certain.

Emotions and desires are lost.

From being a human, we have become machines without emotions, hoping for false eternity.

But judging from the current results, such eternity will not last long.

Those densely packed containers were filled with similar corpses. They were all Aslan people who had once embarked on the path of mechanical sublimation and were now sleeping here.

Perhaps it was this ceremony that angered the god they once worshipped, the god of love Amor - this sublimation of abandoning emotions and desires was undoubtedly a betrayal of the god of love.

In the end, they met with destruction, which also confirmed the scenes he saw in the illusion.

The extremely sad and crazy dragon awakened in the world, becoming the last straw that broke the camel's back for the Aslan Empire.

But... why would this shelter be open to me who harnesses the divinity of love?

Lor looked elsewhere and could see various indicator lights on some of the surrounding instruments. Like the broken containers, these indicator lights were off and sleeping in the darkness.

Perhaps at the beginning of its ascension, this place was once extremely glorious, a miracle worthy of witnessing by the gods, but now, they are gone.

Mundane things cannot resist the erosion of time. Flesh and blood will rot, steel will rust, and even the most sophisticated rituals will malfunction. Even here in the abyss, perhaps even the supplies necessary for survival cannot be replenished.

The false eternity is destined to be shattered, but...

There is something here.

Lore walked around the well and found an open door on the other side of the well.

Countless steel cables descended from the darkness above the wellhead, and together they held up a huge disc located in the center of the deep well. In the center of the disc, dim lines connected the cables, and there were scattered indicator lights still running.

Like a pair of tired eyes, they stared at the young man outside the door, as if making a silent invitation.

Come here...

Lor looked calm and without any hesitation, he walked in and stood in the center of the disc.

Invisible ripples swept by, as if sensing the divine fluctuations in him, and soon, the ground began to tremble.

A dim light began to flow through those silent cables, as if a sleeping giant had awakened once again.

The scarlet indicator light began to flash, faster and faster, and then with a sigh-like roar, the disc began to rise, from one darkness to another.

The emotionless mechanical synthesized voice sounded again.

"Welcome to the Royal Court Hall."