As soon as we entered this miniature portal, the shrill singing in our ears also reached the peak of high pitch at the same time - Soshiyang realized that they were approaching the birthplace of the singing.
This is a mysterious passage with radiance. With the dim optical cable embedded in the two walls, the two turned a few more bends in the corridor and walked into a dome ring room.
But then, the scene in the room was so shocked that Soshiyan stopped at the entrance, which aroused Veronica's screams of disgust and fear.
The blue-blue optical cables gathered from all directions to the ring room meandered and snaked, locking a thin green skin in the middle of the floor tiles. The surging blue flames immersed him in it. His neck was raised backwards into a trembling shrimp-shaped shape. His charred hands were twisted into shrill beast claws by extreme pain, and every inch of his skin was cooked into boiling soup on the stove.
Its face was even more terrifying. The melting and disappearing eyeballs left a pair of hollow eye sockets behind it. The seriously twisted face was creepy, and the painful roar continued to pour out from his choking throat.
No matter how he tried, he could not escape this endless torture. Although his body kept twisting and shrinking due to pain, he could not move his feet away from the gathering of the optical cables.
"The Emperor is above, what's going on?"
Soshiyang slowly approached the green skin that was burning with flames, and a cold aura spread out from around him, allowing him to freely shuttle through the heat of the prairie fire.
When it was only a short distance away, the song seemed to be full of deception. After listening to the melody carefully, he realized that the truth was actually hidden under a layer of artificial disguise - the green skin was indeed screaming, and it was the evil witchcraft that turned the miserable voice into honey.
So he reached out and planned to find out the truth in the swaying flame.
The etheric energy fought fiercely with the dark field, and bursts of powerful spiritual power waves emerged.
"He was used as fuel and turned into a living battery."
Veronica looked at the ring pattern under her feet in the distance, and while removing the noise mixed with screams and movements in her ears, she studied the working principle of this energy prison.
"He is supplying energy to this area, and this design is quite unique... I said why did he suddenly lose a green skin?"
"Unique ingenuity? I think it's crazy and heartless."
Soshiyang shook his head, pulled out the plasma pistol from his waist, and pointed it at the center of green-skinned eyebrows.
"No, no."
Veronica quickly spoke and stopped:
"His death will interrupt the energy cycle here."
"What's the meaning?"
Soshiyan put away his gun.
"He is just a small node in the entire set of psychic energy systems. If he rashly terminates the continuity of this system..."
The girl of the Spirit clan held her head up and glanced at the round arch above her head.
"The entire area will also be paralyzed, trapping us here, blocking all the paths to its core."
“The whole area?”
Soshiyan inserted the gun back into the holster.
"What exactly are these rooms? Are these made by the Spirits?"
"I guessed before that it was made by Beyetan's elves, but now it seems... it should be that the ancient green skin used some kind of Beyetan's technology."
Veronica pointed at the winding patterns around her.
"These are all runes transformed by green skin, which are similar to those patterns we have seen by the river, but they are not the same. I saw a small amount of green skin text. Obviously, they obtained this short-distance teleportation technology from Beyetan a long time ago and created..."
She then hesitated for a moment, not daring to arbitrarily be sure of her judgment.
"............................, an altar for conducting rituals? The reason why Green Skin returned here again at this moment was mostly because he planned to take these secrets and powers for himself."
"Is there some powerful weapon hidden here? Some weird thing?"
"I don't know this."
Soshiyang nodded slightly, walked away from the burning human form in the middle of the room, and walked towards the curved walls and taboo spells engraved in the floor tiles.
Veronica walked beside him, gently brushing her fingers across the ancient wall.
"These rooms are very old, and they can even be said to be quite old. If you can carefully print the runes here, it will definitely be of great value."
"We don't have that much time."
Hearing Soshiyan's conversation, Veronica sighed and looked away from the runes.
"We cannot act rashly now. If we destroy the fragile energy balance, all the rooms around us will be sealed and we will once again escape into boundless darkness."
Veronica's vision penetrated the barrier of the material vision, casting a bright blue shadow on her pupil.
After a moment she came to her senses and said:
"Also, this area is not entirely within the realm of reality."
Then she used her magic sword to tap the flickering fluorescent floor.
"This material is not a 100% physical universe creation. It can be roughly understood as a complex of reality and illusion. If the entities contained within it are removed, most of the remaining mass comes from the existence of other planes."
After listening, Soshiyang shook his head in confusion.
"What are you talking about?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Anyway, you just need to know that this material does not come from the universe we live in, so it can isolate all the prophecies and divination of this Milky Way. Even the evil god who is as strong as the supreme heaven may not be able to see what is hidden in it... How did those Oaks do it back then?"
Veronica glanced at the tortured Green Skin for the last time, walked forward, and stepped into the corridor opposite the room.
"Let's go."
As the two broke into the next room, more singing came from the darkness, making Soshiyan feel strange - was he in a magnificent underground theater?
The tone and rhyme of the song is so familiar that many of the words and rhymes in the music are exactly the same as the poems and verses used to describe faith - it is as if the once pure and single simple values were divided into two at a certain point in the past, half continued to flow forward, while the other half fell into a distorted abyss and turned into a mixed-blood deformity of the demons and heretics.
After the two of them followed the blue line under their feet for more than an hour, the terrain under their feet began to change from downhill to uphill, and the steps began to become taller.
They began to walk along the steps, and every half a minute or so, they would pass a huge statue - they were giant Oaks in luxurious armor, each wearing huge silver horn helmets, the giant axes and weapons in their hands remained as new after thousands of years.
For some reason, when seeing their lifelike faces, Soshiyang felt that they would move again in the next moment, roar again, and kill again-