Throne of Radiance

"Ha, look what I found? A hidden secret door." In the empty castle, there was a sound of footsteps, followed by the sound of something being dragged.

"Cough cough cough cough! There's so much dust!" West bent over and coughed violently. Under the underground secret door that was pulled open, a dark entrance was revealed, with steps winding down inside.

"Ah, it's the basement!" He exclaimed in surprise.

Immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Just as Steele arrived, she saw that West had already stepped down the steps without hesitation, and a look of confusion crossed her face.Why does it always feel that since this guy discovered sapphire, his enthusiasm and desire to express have greatly improved?

...Among the four of them, Ella, the little waste of the vase, has been immersed in the previous script and has not recovered. Up to now, she is still playing the role of the frightened ghost girl. Sprinkle dog food circle CP powder.

...In contrast, West's painting style is simply an explorer with no emotions. I have searched several rooms in this short period of time, and I can always find details in the corners—mostly given by the program team The script, but the power of this action is too strong.

She participated in this program only for the money given by the program group, but she was taken around by this guy, and her physical strength was almost bottomed out.This is really... There is no need to work so hard!Is this to complete the three-day search task in one day?

Despite the madness in his heart, Steele followed obediently into the dark underground corridor, not forgetting to tell the greasy couple behind him to follow quickly.

"Andre, I'm fine, let's follow up, West must have found something..." Ella, who was pale, pulled her boyfriend's hand and smiled shyly.

She was also stunned before, but such a long time is enough for her to recover, and it is reasonable to speculate that the strange picture in the mirror should be the magic mechanism arranged by the program group, but this part of the content is not in the script she has mastered , so she was caught off guard and frightened.

After she thought she wanted to understand the truth, she immediately regained her composure, but she also realized that her performance just now was definitely not good, and instead let the two of West take away the camera and highlights.

And the hidden basement in front of her was obviously another special scene where important props and organs had been arranged by the program crew. She couldn't let West and the others continue to steal the spotlight.

Andre responded with a sigh of relief.

... He was really too lazy to continue getting tired of Ella.If it wasn't for his image as a good boyfriend, he would have been impatient to comfort this girlfriend who was acting endlessly in crying scenes.How much time was wasted and how many scenes was wasted.

Therefore, at the moment Ella said that he was healed, he didn't even bother to act and ask a few more questions, a flash of relief flashed in his eyes, and he quickly rushed into the basement with Ella—

"Huh? This seems to be a studio?"

When the two entered the basement, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

I saw drawing paper scattered all over the empty basement, some were blank, some were painted with colorful paints, and the surrounding walls were also covered with paints, one of the corners of the walls was still painted with childish graffiti , It looks like a child's palm was painted with paint.It was three stickmen, two big and one small, holding hands together, looking like a small family of three.

In the open space in front of this graffiti, there is a wooden easel, because its back is facing the entrance of the basement, so from their direction, only the back of the wooden easel can be seen.

West and Steele, who came to the basement first, were standing by the easel at this time, as if they were looking down at something. They stood still, and the expressions on their faces were unclear.

Andre and Ella walked over curiously: "What are you looking at—" Their expressions also froze.

A sheet of snow-white drawing paper was spread on the sloping easel. The four corners of the drawing paper were nailed to the easel with blood-red rusty nails. The surface of the paper had a warm and delicate luster.

In the center of the drawing paper is an unfinished portrait, only the man's head and neck are drawn, and there is a large blank space below that has not been filled.

The opened paint box and paintbrush are placed next to the easel, and the wet paint is lingering in it, as if the painter was here just now, and just left the studio temporarily.

——And the person in that painting is clearly Andre.

For a moment, Andre's pupils trembled uncontrollably, and he subconsciously took several steps back, as if there was some terrifying monster in the painting that was about to jump out and devour him in the next second.

His movements were too big, and he accidentally knocked down a stack of drawing papers next to him, and the pile of drawing papers flew to the ground like butterflies.In the large piece of blank paper, a few colored pages were faintly revealed. West, who had a keen sense of observation, immediately squatted down and turned over the blank drawing paper, showing the whole picture of the colored pages.

A beautiful girl with brilliant blond hair and spring-like eyes; a woman with short hair and a capable temperament; and a man with the same blond hair but a much calmer expression.

"It's us!" Ella exclaimed.

The whole studio fell silent, and in the eerie dead silence, they seemed to hear the frantic beating of each other's hearts, until Steele spoke softly, her voice was so soft that she seemed worried about alarming something: "Someone, just now There's been people here... no, not people. Something's been watching us from the shadows, just here."

...then, they were drawn into the painting.

Indescribable fear slowly grabbed the hearts of several people, and unspeakable horror slowly climbed up their backs.At this moment, they couldn't care less about any programs and scripts, and their whole bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.

They looked at each other, and saw their pale faces in each other's eyes.

"One, it must be the script of the program team!"

"...Too, too much!"

Even if they said so in their hearts, invisible shadows continued to spread from the depths of their hearts. At this moment, the entire castle seemed to turn into a black bottomless vortex. Pull in the vortex.

...really, just a script?

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ]

[Have you finally realized that something is wrong?Help!I'm a horror movie fan and I'm terrified. ]

[This is not a serious studio at all. Those drawing papers, whether they are hung on the wall or scattered on the floor, especially those on easels, are all made of leather...]

[There is no need to be so subtle, what kind of leather is suitable besides human skin?The paint box is full of blood, isn't it reasonable that the paper used for painting is human skin (bushi)? ]

[So, where do you guess Andre's skin and blood are? ]

[! ! ! ]

[Help, help, help, I can only shout for help now.What kind of pervert is upstairs, don't say it even if you guess it! ]

[Where is the Administration?Why don't you save people? ]

……

Green Autonomous Region, where Worthy Castle was originally located.

"It's right here." Something shaped like a crutch landed quietly, with the tip of the stick pointing to the open space ahead. After several times, someone put away the dark crutch, "This strange thing is used for finding objects. Something went wrong."

"—So, the old castle must still be here." The investigator sent by the Special Affairs Administration pointed to the open space ahead, and concluded, "It's just that we can't see it."

They walked back and forth in the open space several times: "Not only can't see it, but more accurately, they have entered another space, probably like the arrival of the sword world?"

"...So, the legend of the cursed painting is mostly true. If they didn't encounter another abnormal event by bad luck, then they really encountered evil spirits."

"If you want to save people, you must first investigate the painting."

……

"That's all the information about that painting?"

In the Special Affairs Bureau, Chandler read the information collected by his subordinates, his two thick eyebrows slowly frowned, and his sharp blue-gray eyes shone with a menacing light, showing a kind of calm and prestige.

He knocked the folder lightly on the table.

"What I want is not some #恶鬼与布霍的感动爱情故事#, but the detailed background of the birth of the painting, who the artist is, the identity of the evil spirit during his lifetime, possible weaknesses... most importantly, is there any way Deal with them? At least, let’s make that damned disappearing castle come back!” Lieutenant General Chandler propped his hands on the table, leaning his upper body forward, imposing, “——I want you to look like an identity check Ben also found out everything clearly! From the birth of that painting to the present, I want to know all the information about it, everything!"

The subordinate standing in front of him subconsciously shuddered, and almost gave a military salute on the spot, asking himself to be punished.

With the recovery of spiritual energy, it can be expected that there will be more and more extraordinary events in the future, and the importance of the Special Affairs Administration can be imagined.Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this department will surely become the real power department in the new era. Under the coveted by the royal family, the cabinet, and the parliament, Chandler who can sit in this position can be imagined Great background.

——Everyone knows that his backing is the military forces.

And now the subordinate standing in front of him and reporting the situation was originally selected by him from his subordinates in the military to join the management bureau, so he is very clear about the vigorous and resolute style of this officer.

——The other party is a well-known iron-blooded faction in the army. He has always advocated strict and cruel management of the army. He will never allow soldiers to go against his will in the slightest, otherwise he will inevitably receive double severe punishment.For him, all his subordinates only need to obey orders honestly and resolutely carry out tasks without having any wishes or opinions of their own.

Looking at his current expression, the poor subordinate knew that this was a sign that the chief was about to get angry.After all, he is an existence who often throws his fist at his subordinates when he disagrees with him.

The poor subordinate replied tremblingly: "This, Lieutenant General, there are really only so many."

Seeing that he was about to suffer from an iron fist, he quickly explained: "You also know that the Green District was bombed several times back then, and was once reduced to a war zone and an area occupied by the coalition forces. It has almost turned into ruins. If the rumors about the cursed painting are correct, then the painting was born at least six or seventy years ago, and the artist is not well-known. Even the household registration information of the little people from decades or nearly a hundred years ago has been destroyed. What else can be found?"

Chandler was thoughtful, his expression slowed down a bit.

The poor subordinate let out a sigh of relief, and immediately struck while the iron was hot: "What's more, the local nobles with a bit of reputation are all dead, and the crude and barbaric coalition forces burned down their castles and robbed the treasures passed down by the nobles from generation to generation. Can we still refer to the texts that record local history?"

After finishing speaking in one breath, he heard the officer in front of him sneer, and his words were like a knife: "So, you can't provide any useful information. In the end, what you know is the untrue rumors heard by that ridiculous program group. Could it be I want to report to the higher authorities that our Administration intends to rely on that bit of folk rumors to analyze the situation and formulate a plan to deal with the evil spirits?"

"No, no, of course not." A trembling subordinate who was frightened by the violent murderous aura in the office said tremblingly, "Before I had time to report to you, someone came to us on his own initiative, and he claimed to be able to help solve this abnormal incident .”

"Huh?" Chandler was surprised for a second, "Go on."

"...Just a quarter of an hour ago, someone contacted us through the Extraordinary Forum. He did not reveal his true identity, but only explained the general origin of the cursed painting, which can provide us with clues to solve the evil spirits—as long as we buy it from him. We can't make a rash decision on this matter, we can only report it to you, and leave it to you, sir, to make a decision."

"Can it only provide clues? Is it the lucky one who got an adventure, or the extraordinary remnant of the old era?" Chandler's sharp blue-gray eyes flashed a glint.

In any case, as long as the other party is not so bold as to lie and tease the Administration, at least they can provide them with information about the mysterious extraordinary world, which is exactly what the Administration needs.

He said without hesitation: "Promise him."

Soon, Chandler received the documents from the other party.

This includes the creation background of "Sabbath", and more importantly, it mentions the intelligence of the Western Extraordinary World in that era of extraordinary prosperity that the Authority has never known before.

It was a group of extraordinary beings who had long since disappeared into history.Not even the informant knows much.

Chandler watched from the beginning to the end, his eyes lit up slightly.

"...Spiritualist?" He whispered, "The cursed painting named "Sabbath" is the work of the spiritualist?"

Since it is the work of the casting spirit master, then the casting spirit master must know how to deal with it, even if it is not the creator of that work, but the power system has the same root and the same source, it is better than them who don't understand at all.

So, what they have to do now is to ask the caster for help?

However, according to the person who provided the information, the group of spirit casters disappeared nearly a hundred years ago, and it is likely that their inheritance has been cut off, completely extinct in the doomed era, and turned into dust of the old era.

Chandler suddenly felt a headache.It seemed that he had finally found the answer to the exercises, only to find that the answer had been soaked in water and completely blurred.

Where is he going to find a spirit caster to deal with the evil spirits?