The stone statue carved a skinny man, his upper body was naked, and his lower body was only covered with a rag to cover his private parts. He raised his left hand and pointed at the dome of the temple above, while the other hand was holding a thin and tattered piece of paper.
He was holding a parchment, looking at the passage ahead with disdain, as if he was deliberately waiting for someone to arrive in front of him.
There are no other passages around. It seems to be at the center of the maze, but it is a dead end.
Victor didn't know if he had gone in the wrong direction, or if there was no way out of the maze in the first place. He stared at the statue in front of him. Behind him, the minotaur was still destroying everything in the maze, digging three feet into the ground to find Victor.
Desperation surged into his heart, and Victor gritted his teeth and stared fiercely at the statue. He didn't believe that the person who built this temple would place only such a statue at the end of the maze. There must be some purpose!
So, his trembling eyes glanced at the parchment held in the statue's hand...
Victor's heart moved, he strode forward and grabbed the parchment, but found that he couldn't pull it off no matter how hard he pulled it.
"Damn! Why are you so tough..."
He opened a corner and scanned the string of words written on the parchment at the back. It turned out that he didn't recognize it at all!
Yes, it was the language of a foreign culture. Victor had never seen it before and could not tell what was written on the parchment.
Thinking of the ancient Kingdom of Olympia mentioned by Rianlong, Victor realized that this might be their language...
With a bang, the Sloppy Duke crashed through the wall of the maze and appeared behind Victor instantly.
There was no time for him to carefully ponder the words on the paper, because the danger of death was already close at hand!
The Minotaur punched Victor directly, and Victor jumped off the statue's knees, causing the opponent's fist to hit the stone statue.
The roar was deafening, and the statue shook twice, but did not break.
Then, Victor tried to repeat his same trick and slipped away from the sloppy Duke, but the Minotaur, who had already figured out his tricks, kicked him directly to the side.
Snapped!
Only the sound of the golden spell breaking was heard. Victor hit his head against the wall of the maze, and the bones in his body made a brittle sound.
He spat out a mouthful of dirty blood, and even though he was protected by a golden spell, he was almost kicked to pieces.
Now there are many broken bones in his body, rendering him completely unable to move.
The severe pain caused Victor to lose consciousness, and he could only watch the Minotaur walking in front of him, looking down at him with his bloody eyes.
At this time, something covered Victor's face, and there was an unpleasant smell from time on it.
At the last moment when his consciousness was blurred, he discovered that the thing in front of him was the parchment!
Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to see clearly what was on the paper posted so close, but for some reason, many words that he could understand appeared in front of Victor.
Those texts that had been preserved from ancient times were suddenly translated at this moment, and displayed one by one in front of Victor's eyes.
From this, he also knew what this parchment was, because the first title text that appeared was——
“Shivers Lecture Notes: Sermon Seven!”
The name at the beginning was like a hammer breaking an egg, smashing the yolk out of Victor's mind.
He remembered this name, the name that the Threshold Clan, Elrod, Rathomund and others were all after.
This is exactly the sermon that was rumored, and the title number on the parchment indicates that it is the seventh!
Afterwards, the content of the sermon flashed past Victor's eyes like lightning, as if it was engraved into his soul, and was deeply remembered in his mind...
——When Shivers' caravan turned its head and headed towards the capital, the slovenly Duke, the prince known as the Minotaur, came to the hall of the Troubled Clan and went to each high hall with inscriptions in turn.
He saluted the doors until he finally reached the one belonging to the god of agriculture.
The sloppy Duke kowtowed and said to him: "My faith, Sarnus, dirty water and fire summoned me, so I came here to ask for the flags of the seven legions under my command."
The head of the god of agriculture is a bubble wrapped in filthy water and fire. He bent his waist into a bow shape and wrapped the sloppy duke in his bubble.
The Sloppy Duke saw the legion under the First Order - solemn warriors who could rise from the dead at least twice day and night.
I saw the legions under the second order - giant bulls with wings, and colorful knights riding on each of them.
I saw the legion under the third order - a snake demon with a python head and a human body. Each of their scales has a human face carved on it.
He saw the legion under the Fourth Order - the betrayed lovers. They had bodies as huge as mountains and skin as hard as rock, but they were always crying.
He saw the legion under the Fifth Order - a legion that wanted to inflict new wounds on its victims.
He saw the legion under the Sixth Order - the twisted body of the fallen sub-god.
He saw the legion under the Seventh Order - the archers who were bound to win under the armor.
The God of Agriculture replied: "Although the legions I gave you are powerful, they have not yet gone far enough to destroy Sivers or his three-phase way. Look at the warriors around him to witness his wisdom that will soon be revealed.
"
Then, both the prince and the gods looked towards the world in between.
Red war, naked warriors, like thunder.
A bolt of lightning led them to a different path.
The warmth that should have belonged to them, the unforgotten greetings, at the end, the golden east, shrouded in the cloak of fate; the wars and treasures, the forgotten rifts are nowhere to be found, and the victory is belated.
The Minotaur, defeated at the end of his destiny, howled unwillingly: "Shivers and your warriors! I curse you and everything you hold in your hands!"
Then, the Sloppy Duke saw the warrior next to Shivers. The palm of that man's palm split open, showing an illusory country. It was a maze that the Tauren Prince could not escape from...
…
This sermon ended abruptly in a strange plot. Although Victor remembered all its contents, he could not fully understand the ins and outs of the story.
The next second, he noticed that his entire face had become flattened, and any feeling had disappeared.
It was the bull-headed prince named Minotaur, who crushed Victor's head under his feet...
…
He died and experienced death deeply. He had felt this way before. At the moment when he was affected by the power of the obituary last time, Victor also felt that he was dead.
But his consciousness did not return to nothingness, but he heard some kind of heavy sound in the dimness.
The chopping of blades and the crackling of wood.
The sound was faint at first, and then became clearer and clearer.
Finally, the suffocation in his throat suddenly appeared, and Victor violently spurted out pus all over the place, as if there was water in his belly.
He began to cough violently, holding his chest and inhaling frantically, until a voice sounded from his ears.
"I finally woke up... However, I have never seen someone who can complete the sexual phase transformation ceremony after death. It's a pity..."