The scene inside the sanctuary is even more desolate than the outside. In addition to the horrifying ice sculptures, there are also ice layers everywhere. The light blue black ice gives people a depressing feeling like the deep sea, and sometimes it is even regarded as...
It is like a gem, a story frozen in time. It has been thousands of years. The creation of nature seems to have come to an embarrassing stagnation here. Most of the stone objects are still standing, the gold and iron weapons are still intact, and even the books are safe.
Exhibit in a windless corner.
It's a pity that time is time after all. The ice here has changed many times and a large part has melted. Just like the reciprocation of the tide, the daily limit rises. The arrival of Lu Zhengkang and others is like the tiny sparks in the frozen land.
It brought a little bit of heat, causing a gentle whirlwind to stir up on the ground. Those bottles, jars, paper and fur that seemed to be intact all disappeared in the wind and turned into dust, or even smaller than dust.
Affected by the environment, Serana did not dare to speak loudly, for fear that the glazed world would collapse when she shouted, "Baishan, I feel so depressed here."
Lu Zhengkang inhaled gently. The frost magic energy here was so rich that it could almost form an auditory hallucination in his ears. The vague cold piano tune, in addition to the blasphemous life magic energy.
The smell, the desperate cry of the undead.
"Some of the guys in these ice sculptures are still alive." Indeed, it is even possible to detect that some of the ice sculptures are slightly trembling under the stimulation of the breath of living people, as if they will break out of the seal in the next second.
Lu Zhengkang used pure soil to collect all these ice sculptures and placed them on the ice field. He planned to thaw the surviving victims when he had time and deal with them later.
The problem in the sanctuary is not just that. Those souls who are indeed dead are not stable. Their physical spiritual bodies have ascended to heaven, but there is still a little bit of resentful and ethereal spirit lingering in the frozen body, somewhere between dying.
and existence, it can be said that it exists in annihilation and Mundas at the same time, but is not in either of them. It cannot be liberated until the moment when fate determines its state.
"What wonderful things, they are like ghosts on the level of magic energy..." Lu Zhengkang took off his turban and revealed his third eye. After the whining wave was stimulated, he had a new layer of vision. In the mixed and colorful magic energy,
Under the tide, those frozen bones were swimming. They seemed to have seen the troll man, and they all rushed towards him, and then circled around him.
Serana's eyes widened, "I saw them!"
Small white light UFO balls appeared in the void, slowly swimming around Lu Zhengkang. There was no ripple in the air, but there was a thin halo floating around.
Lu Zhengkang whispered: "I heard the scene of the morning light hitting the gears;
“I saw the songs of men and spirits on the snow-white earth;
"I smell the touch of the meteor falling on the skin of the flower stamen, it's hot and painful;
“I have a premonition that the light of the world will dissipate and the spokes of reincarnation will stop turning;
"The moon will become our home, and God descends on Mendas..."
Serana listened to his confusing words. The voice came from a high distance and sank to the bottom of the water little by little. Hakon explained to her daughter: "He is receiving revelations. Those dead priests, the revelations before them."
Still left in the world, this kind of scene is really rare. The Lord God of the elves is too mysterious, and you also know the group of snow elves. They were exterminated in the first era. Their magic is lost. Maybe your lover
I can get part of the inheritance."
Lu Zhengkang woke up in a trance. He had not forgotten all of what he had just said. He still remembered that the previous part had finally made him remember it for once. Normally, he would lose his memory after falling into such a nagging state, and even forget the amnesia itself.
Serana: "Baishan, are you okay?"
"Of course, I'm fine. The spirits of those priests have dispersed, but they gave me some restorative magic. You know the kind of primitive magic. It's not very useful to me, but it's better than nothing."
"As long as you're fine, shall we continue?"
"Um."
Driving deep into the ice, passing through the twists and turns of the tunnel, we arrived at the chapel, where countless ice sculptures bared their teeth and claws, and a pale-skinned snow elf sat reclining on a throne in the depths.
The high-ranking deacon, Visul, seemed to have noticed the visitor. He opened his eyes and saw two mechas standing in the hall, one tall and one short, but both were majestic. In addition, all the ice sculptures had disappeared.
Visul was shocked.
"Wait? Who are you?" He spoke in Snow Elf language, which Lu Zhengkang could understand, but Serana was a little confused. She said nothing and just drew out the blood-thirsty sword from her waist.
Lu Zhengkang's muffled voice was like thunder, shaking the frozen chapel to the ground, "Don't worry about who I am, let me ask you, was it you who spread the prophecy of the Tyrant of the Sun?"
"Oh, of course, I can answer everything for you, but I don't like your tone. Please respect me, reptile!"
Lu Zhengkang smiled grimly, "Times have changed, my lord!"
There is a transparent barrier of magic energy in front of the throne of Vesul, which is almost indestructible, but it depends on who is going to fight it.
Big Ivan raised his ax and jumped up suddenly, like a star ball, across a long curve, and hit the barrier. In an instant, Vesul's face turned red, all the ice in the chapel exploded, and the giant ax squeezed again
Pressed, the barrier suddenly shattered, and the high-ranking deacon fell down from the throne in embarrassment.
Lu Zhengkang picked up Visul, and used the paralysis technique and Wu Zi to chain the set, and the immortal snow elf was gloriously captured.
Serana laughed and said, "I thought you were just a faggot no matter how powerful you were."
Visul's body was covered in cold sweat, and as soon as it came out, it immediately froze into frost. "Who are you? Are you sent by the Dwemer?"
"The Dwemer are dead! There may be one person who survives, but it's worse than you snow elves. Also, can you speak Nordic?"
"Don't expect me to use such despicable and harsh language!"
"You are much more difficult to talk to than your brother." Lu Zhengkang sighed, swinging the giant ax and chopped off one of Weisul's arms.
Visul screamed, and then everyone saw that the severed arm that was smashed into mud turned into ashes little by little. Serana looked at the high-ranking deacon in shock. His eyes had golden pupils and red sclera.
Also a vampire!
Hakon murmured, "Great, great..."
Lu Zhengkang came out of the mecha, Serana followed suit, and they brought Hakon to Visul.
Lu Zhengkang: "Aurel's aide is actually a vampire who hates the sun. Do you think this is ridiculous?"
Vesul's broken arm was healing, and not much blood was shed during the whole process. He hissed: "It's Galeb, did he ask you to kill me?" He spoke in Old Norse this time. Look,
It turns out that he is not as arrogant as he thinks he is.
"That's not important. You were the one who spread the word about the Tyranny of the Sun, right?"
"That's right! Aurel abandoned me, so I want to pollute the sun," he looked at Serana, his eyes lit up, and he roared almost madly, "Hey, you are the daughter of Coldharbour, yes, use you
If you use the blood-contaminated elven arrows, and then use Oriel's bow to shoot at the sun, the world will fall into eternal night! How wonderful! Isn't this what you have always wanted?"
Chapter completed!