After walking around the settlement, Hermione still didn't get any news about the lake and the top of the mountains behind it.
However, the Lost City of the God of Death is making a fuss here. You shouldn't look for it in the mountains further southwest. There is indeed a city south of the Duke of Beni's jurisdiction that is open at night.
During the day, there are only rivers and mountains there. When night falls and the deep darkness sweeps over, an ancient city will appear on the other side of the river. The sculptures inside are very ancient, mainly of lost creatures from the Second Age.
I only accidentally glanced across the river, and my instinct told me not to step in, not even to touch the river of change across the river.
It may not be water inside, but pitch black without waves, which can absorb and draw away everything it comes into contact with.
Deeper is a statue of a feathered serpent wrapped around a phoenix with broken wings. The huge phoenix burning with blazing black flames stood up and struggled to death.
The feathered serpent wrapped tightly around it raised its oily feathers to isolate the burning black flames, spit out the forked letter, and looked down at the entire city with cold eyes.
She felt as if her body was about to split apart just after taking a long look outside. The feathered serpent's eyes looked directly at it and frightened her to leave that place quickly.
It contains the secret at the top of the sequence, but unfortunately I haven’t seen enough. Even if it is related to the path, it is not worth the risk. If you go in, you will most likely become a slave under the sculpture.
This group of people are actually discussing where to go. Have those things declined and gone away in the past thousand years?
The boat crossing the river is looking for huge feathers floating on it. With so many people, how long will it take to row those few feathers?
If you don't leave before dawn, you will disappear inside forever. Even if you go in and look for it the next night, there will be no trace.
Continuing to listen to the fanciful remarks of passers-by, Hermione stopped in front of the stone stairs walking back to Attaya Village.
The familiar smell, when I feel it again, the surroundings are so normal, who is here?
Is it true that this news was released to prepare for certain ceremonies? We encounter these things wherever we go!
Chaos and fierce gunshots rang out again in the next street. How many times have you been here?
The boy who ran down from above also held an old-fashioned single-barreled rifle, climbed over the stone wall and disappeared among the scattered houses.
Pedestrians on the roadside were not surprised, but deliberately avoided the area where gunshots were heard.
She also noticed that some houses were hung with items similar to curses, including various runes carved from bones and ornaments woven from feathers. They were all enough to deal with ordinary intruders.
A few rays of light from the rising red moon appeared on the lake. Hermione sat on the curved tree trunk and looked at this key place, sitting there from dusk until now.
The morning light when the sun rises~?
You can wait and see, the moment it rises is also a good hiding place.
Screams and gunshots rang out in the tavern behind again, and the surrounding houses that were originally quiet also lit up with flames.
The realm of desire spreads, and the small animals on the ground are driven by instinct to fight each other or reproduce.
The trunk of the tree where it was sitting also bulged with brown tumors, and bits of green sprouted out and quickly grew into vines that twined upwards. The big tree that had absorbed nutrients from them withered and died.
The protruding spikes of the vines were twisted together and the rotten tree trunks were crushed and replaced in their original positions, as was the case with the surrounding larger trees. Hermione, who had fallen on the stone and stood looking at this scene with a bit of a headache, should choose
Monsters pass by, otherwise they wouldn’t go anywhere, and disaster would follow them?
All the spiked vines twisted together and waved in response to each other under the red moon, bending and piercing into the center of the simple tavern where gunfire and fighting continued.
The screams and responses sounded again, and along with some screams and cries, the spiked vines that penetrated the wooden board continued to twist inwards, and all kinds of crazy animals squeezed in through the gaps.
"I just chose the place today! I really...
The dazzling golden morning light penetrated through the gaps between the spiked vines of the simple tavern, became more and more intense, and quickly reached a limit and exploded. It instantly illuminated the surrounding area.
The entire shell of the tavern was expanded and torn apart from the inside along the cracks that revealed the light. The spiked vines that penetrated were shattered and stained with burning golden flames, dragging the remaining parts and struggling around.
Holding a piece of mucus bandage with obvious stains, the person stood on the intact ground unharmed and muttered, and the aura of desire from before overflowed and replenished into the spiked vines to help them grow rapidly and suppress the burning of the golden flame.
Opposite him was a man who was running away holding a body that didn't know whether it was alive or dead. The hand underneath was holding a half-burned scroll.
Two people crawled out of the broken ruins again. They seemed to be in the same group as the person holding the bandage, and they directly attacked the fleeing people.
'It's true that we are enemies on a narrow road, and it's this atmosphere again. Betty, Duke North, are you okay?'
The person who fled has used up the trump card in his hand. He should drop the person he is holding to have more chances to escape. The person who doesn't seem to give up must be on a mission.
The dazzling golden light burst out again to drive away and purify the spiked vines surrounding the road ahead, and the magic scroll in his hand burned into ashes and dissipated in the air.
The two men who were in hot pursuit had their whole bodies mutated. One grew strange horns and his body expanded, while the other quickly transformed into a werewolf, splitting from left to right to attack the person in front.
The sound of splashing into the water was heard, and the two mutants who could have intercepted and killed the escapers froze at the moment they raised their feet, and kept turning their eyes to observe their surroundings.
Where is it? Why is the feeling of fear so strong, like falling into the air and falling into the abyss?
Without waiting for the help they wanted, they watched each of them shatter into pieces, covered in black flames and burned to ashes.
"We meet each other everywhere in the world, but I always remember the grace of your Lord and God."
Hermione appeared in front of the man holding the bandage, her words filled with teasing and curiosity.
Just now, she stopped watching and directly dealt with the spiked vines and the two people chasing the mutation. Unfortunately, other people in the tavern died in the chaos, and the surrounding residents escaped in time or were immersed in desire.
"Who are you? How dare you ruin our affairs? The master of desire will not let you go."
"You are the only one allowed to plot against me, right? I have always wanted to take revenge and complain. What are you here to do?"
The young man with obvious mixed-race features reluctantly spoke and responded. Except for his eyes, the rest of his body seemed to be no longer his, and he couldn't control it at all.
He wanted to ask for help so that the sacred token in his hand could not fall into the other party's hands, but no matter how much he thought silently in his heart, there was no response. When he looked around, he saw some exaggerated and crooked scenes, which made him feel a little bad.
"I forgot that dead people talk better, sorry."
The mixed-race person who was still imagining that he might have a chance because of his worth was shattered into ashes in shock. How could the figure in front of him be so indifferent.
