A breathless man sat in the corner at the end of the banquet hall. His whole body was covered in black robes, almost blending into the dark environment around him. There were no decorations on the simple black robes. It was completely unimaginable that this was a demon hunter.
One of the top leaders of the human organization. Want to see? And his face is covered with a weird mask. This mask is as lifelike as the golden masks of the ancient Egyptian pharaohs, but it is made of black metal.
It outlines a pair of serious facial features. If it is correct, this should be the appearance of this saint before he was eroded by forbidden knowledge.
When Tutanin saw the other person's mask, he immediately recognized his identity. He exclaimed in a low voice: "Saint Bedolis"
This is Saint Bedolis and Hao Ren. They have been struggling in this Corpus space for so long. They finally broke through the defense line of the Presbyterian Order and penetrated so deep into the bell tower of the spiritual world. They finally saw it.
The first demon hunter saint, however, was in this situation.
Bedolis was completely breathless. After a simple scan, the data terminal determined that he had no vital signs. Hao Ren carefully reached out and grabbed the edge of Bedolis's mask, and then slowly took off the metal layer.
Everyone was stunned.
There is no flesh at all under the mask, not even any physical substance. A cloud of gray-white smoke slowly billows in Bedolis's robe. There is nothing in the smoke that can be recognized as a "core" or "skeleton".
As the mask was lifted, the smoke seemed to have lost its previous restraint. They immediately scrambled to escape in all directions, running away almost in the blink of an eye, while Bedolis's black robe floated to the ground.
"Dead" Hao Ren only had a weird black iron mask left in his hand, "and it was completely destroyed."
"Did they turn into this 'mist' form from the beginning? Or did they mutate like this because of the dead bodies?" Vivian turned to look at Tutanin. She felt that this question was very important, and she might be able to deduce it.
The cause of death of Bedolis.??See?
"Ever since the saints put on masks, no one has ever seen their true faces." Tutanin's expression was strange, as if he still couldn't believe that a saint was so wiped out. "But what is certain is that they are wearing masks."
When I put on the mask, I still had a body, although the body was distorted beyond description."
"Then let's assume that some terrible way of death caused Bedolis's body to turn into smoke," Vivian frowned, "Can we determine the time of death?"
The data terminal went around the clothes left by Bedolis: "The time of death cannot be determined, but it can be judged based on the dust deposited on the clothes and the density of dust suspensions in the surrounding environment. He came here about eight days ago.
and ceased activities.”
"Eight days?!" Hao Ren suddenly thought of the dusty tables he had seen on the floor below. The strange time flow in the spirit world clock tower once again caught his attention, because as of yesterday, the spirit world clock tower had not returned.
There has always been contact with the outside world, and there is evidence that the saints are personally directing the frontline defense, but Bedolis died here eight days ago. "The time flow here is very wrong."
"This problem has also occurred on this machine, but the current time flow is normal." The data terminal has obviously measured the data in this regard. "Just now, this machine and the data network were calibrated, and it was confirmed that the relative time distortion is zero."
"But the time and space here must have been abnormal before, and it's not normal even now." Hao Ren straightened up and looked at the banquet hall that had faded and looked like an alien world. "The flow of time has indeed been restored. Maybe it was after we entered the clock tower.
Restored.”
Elizabeth kept wandering around. The little girl's eyes were shining with the unique red light of Balrog in the darkness. This weird little guy seemed to be thinking about something. Finally, she stayed in Bedolis.
In front of the clothes: "Is this man one of the top leaders of the demon hunters?"
Bai Huo and Tutan Yin nodded in agreement: "Yes."
"Then how could such a big man die alone in this hall?" Elizabeth pointed to Bedolis's "remains." "What is he doing here?"
Elizabeth's words reminded everyone present: the Thirteen Saints have lived in seclusion deep in the spiritual world clock tower for thousands of years. Not only do they never leave the clock tower, they rarely even leave the floors and secret rooms where they live in seclusion.
They only show up during events such as the Holy Demon Society or the Training Society, and they only summon demon hunters in some specific places. So why did Bedolis die in such a place that doesn't look like a saint's retreat?
In the banquet hall?
"What is this hall for?" Vivian asked curiously.
Tutain spread his hands: "It's just an ordinary ball hall. We usually gather here to relax, but the saints never come to this place because they can't come into contact with too many people. The people who meet them must be carefully selected."
Choose carefully.”
Lily muttered casually: "Why do I feel like these saints are infected with the plague, spreading it wherever they go?"
"Forbidden knowledge is no different from the plague," Tutanin shook his head slightly. "Wisdom that does not belong to this world, or even belongs to mortals, will distort reality. They will lure the ignorant to understand the darkest and weirdest other world.
The deeper you understand, the more you are trapped in that world and cannot extricate yourself. People who are completely trapped in it will become weird things in the real world. In the final analysis, there are some things that we should not understand, and our weak brain nerves simply cannot bear those things.
The saints of the East and West voluntarily learned this knowledge in order to defeat the alien gods in ancient times, and they paid a huge price for this."
Others at the scene felt a little difficult to understand when they heard these obscure descriptions, but Hao Ren believed Tutanin's words deeply. He even understood it deeper than Tutanin: because he really
I have been exposed to those things. I have been exposed to those mysteries that are beyond the experience of mortals, the mysteries that can turn mortals into monsters just by looking at them.
Raven 145 once took him to look down at the entire universe from a one-dimensional perspective, allowing him to see clearly every corner within billions of light-years in an instant. He also once entered the spiritual world of brain monsters and the eldest son's dreams, and those demigod creations.
Every thought is enough to burn the brain of any mortal to charcoal. In addition, even reading the thoughts of ordinary alien races will cause a huge burden on the flesh and nerves. The knowledge of these experiences cannot be processed and accepted by the brains of earthlings.
Yes, if he hadn't been blessed by Raven 145 and had such a papal physique that could be considered a "god's body", I'm afraid he would have been the same as the Thirteen Saints, or even worse.
The Thirteen Saints forcibly used the brains of demon hunters to learn the knowledge of countless ancient exotic species. Hao Ren could imagine how they would become distorted as a result.
"Bedolis should have been severely injured elsewhere and barely managed to reach this place before he died," Vivian expressed her thoughts. "There are twelve other saints. I think they are very suspicious."
Lily was very happy to hold up the fire and look around, as if she wanted to find evidence that Bedolis had struggled to this point, but she found something else: "Hey, look, there are words on the wall here!"
Upon hearing this, Hao Ren hurried over to check the situation. He saw a line of crooked text carved on the wall not far from where Bedolis fell to death. The signs of the distortion of the handwriting seemed to indicate the condition of the person who left the message at that time.
How weak, the message has only one sentence:
"We unleashed the nightmare monster, and it's at the top of the tower."
"Did Bedolis leave it behind?" Vivian asked Tutanin.
Tutain identified it carefully: "Although it is difficult to recognize, it is indeed the handwriting of Saint Bedolis."
"Monsters in nightmares?" Hao Ren had a bad premonition, and when he thought about the true nature of this Corpus space, this bad premonition became worse, "Damn it, this is a thousand things."
Don’t get involved with the real God, I’m only in the last few days before my year-end bonus.”
At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall, and it sounded like a large number of people.
Everyone was nervous subconsciously, and Yzaks waved his hand: "It's the follow-up troops that have caught up."
Sure enough, what walked in from the door of the hall were the commanders of the "normal demon hunters" and some of the Demon King's army officers led by La Nina, as well as elite soldiers from the coalition forces on both sides.
It was really a great feeling to see friendly troops in this eerie and weird place. Even Tutanin, who always had a straight face, looked relieved. La Nina walked quickly towards Yizhaks: "King,
Sorry for the delay. The guys from the cult detonated the last defense device, and the space turbulence caused a little trouble."
Then she waved her hands to the subordinates behind her, and the soldiers of the Demon King's Army immediately moved out of the way. A demon hunter from the cult came forward under the escort of three elf magisters. It was the Claude who was captured before.
.
Hao Ren was a little surprised: "Is he able to communicate?"
La Nina nodded: "Although I don't know the reason, he seems to have suddenly woken up." (To be continued.)