"Evaporate?!" The voice coming from the communicator stunned both Hao Ren and Lily. The latter suddenly shouted, "What evaporate? Why are you talking so cluelessly?"
"We don't know what's going on! The monster has been quiet all the time, but just now it suddenly started shouting, and then..."
Hao Ren interrupted the other party: "Don't say any more, take it into the city immediately! We will go out to meet you!"
It didn't take long for the weird nightmare monster to be brought to the cathedral, along with Lily's Warcraft Guards. After finding out the situation in the city, there was no need for these sub-races to continue hiding outside the city.
Yes, their appearance shocked several priests in Luan Cathedral, but compared to the Nightmare Shadows, several subraces are only a small problem.
That monster is literally evaporating.
Its body is emitting a large amount of smoke, making a slight hissing sound as if it is vaporizing rapidly. As the smoke disperses, the size of the monster is also shrinking at a slow speed that is almost imperceptible to the naked eye. Although the change is extremely slow, it has already
After continuing this state for a period of time, Hao Ren could still see that it had shrunk by almost one-third compared to before, and as the size shrank, the monster also obviously fell into a weaker state.
In fact, this monster has always been quite weak. Ever since it briefly appeared rational in Black Crow Fortress, it has always been in a state of half-death. After being sent to the Sanctuary, it was suppressed by the sacred power of this place and seemed unusually quiet. But these
Weakness was not fatal until now the "evaporation" phenomenon occurred.
"It has been in this state for thirty minutes, and it is getting more and more serious," said a monk who was outside the city before. "Before the evaporation started, it shouted some inexplicable words, but there was no logic and no way.
comminicate."
Hao Ren raised his head: "What are you shouting?"
The monk thought for a while: "There is the name of Rock Marton, there is the Forgotten Abyss, and it repeatedly mentions the words door and seal... By the way, it also mentions the Endless War, which is a long battle on the plains.
…However, this battle is not mentioned in any of Colo’s history books.”
"that's it?"
The monk spread his hands: "That's it. By the way, it not only uses common language, but also several ancient languages that are about to be lost. We can only barely understand some of those languages."
"The Endless War...Gate and Rock Marton..." Hao Ren bent down and inspected the condition of the smoke and flesh. "The latter is easy to understand. It sounds like it is talking about the 'prison', but the former is not."
Now you know what it means."
As he spoke, he carefully stretched out his hand, through the thick black smoke, to touch the soft, disgusting entity of the monster.
The area on his right hand that had been burned by the blood of the goddess was faintly hot, and some dark red marks were slightly revealed. The smoke around the monster seemed to be avoiding this "stigma" and immediately separated to both sides.
Hao Ren noticed this detail, his heart moved, and he reached out his hand without any hesitation.
At the same time as the cold touch came, a series of hallucinations that rolled rapidly like a slide suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
He saw a magnificent and bright palace being built, and twenty-one giant-shaped guardians stood in front of a mountain of light and swore an oath. These guardians were made of sacred rock and steel and were as unshakable as mountains.
.
He saw that these guardians were ordered to guard an eternal prisoner. From the thoughts coming from the spiritual world, he knew that this prisoner was beyond imagination, even older than the eldest son and the guardian giant.
He saw the guardians cultivating life on the earth, using the order of life to suppress and influence the chaotic power of evil.
He saw the fall of the goddess, causing all these efforts to be in vain, evil to counterattack, and order to decline.
Countless pictures flashed, and many memory fragments were like fleeting glimpses. It seemed that some force had forcibly erased and weakened these memories. Hao Ren could only see the end of these memories.
In a desolate world forever shrouded in dusk, the earth is dry and cracked, the sky is scorching, huge shadows are floating behind the clouds, countless tentacles and weird limbs are passing between the sky and the earth, and the ancient evil power is in its own way.
Wandering in the cage, the calmness brews a rage that can devour the entire world.
On the land shrouded in shadow, countless monsters are running rampant, attacking a giant pillar that supports the heaven and earth. This giant pillar is smooth and bright, as if it is made of a pure silver mirror. However, what is reflected in the mirror is not a giant pillar.
The surrounding dry earth and burning sky are instead another world full of life.
At the foot of the giant pillar, the blood, broken limbs, and ashes of various monsters piled up into mountains. Countless grotesque and twisted creatures were fighting in chaos, as if they were caught in an ever-burning frenzied rage. These monsters seemed to be two
Two camps are vying for control of the giant pillar, but they may simply be controlled by killing, blindly killing all living creatures around them under the will of Rock Marton.
The next moment, all illusions disappeared.
Hao Ren felt that a long time had passed, but when he looked around, he found that everyone was still maintaining the same movements as before, and he knew that the illusion just lasted only a moment.
Lily was the first to come up to him. The husky girl was very familiar with Hao Ren's abilities, so she knew what was going on when she saw Hao Ren's sudden loss of consciousness: "Landlady, Landlady! What did you see?"
Hao Ren waved his hand to signal Lily to stop causing trouble. Then he bent down, stared at the piece of meat covered in smoke, and asked slowly and clearly: "I know you can hear my voice now. Who are you?"
In the previous direct spiritual connection, he had established a short-term mysterious connection with the "monster". Under this subtle connection, the monster finally regained clarity, the speed of smoke evaporation slowed down slightly, and an extremely hoarse, deep voice
From the lump of meat came:
"My name was... Valenciil, Valenciil? St. Tenil? Benedict, I was..."
The evaporation speed of the smoke suddenly accelerated, and a sharp cry came out from the mass of flesh and blood. Before it completely dissipated, it shouted hysterically: "Prison! The entrance to the prison is at the top of Asuman!! At the top of Asuman..."
All the sounds disappeared, and the monster was no longer visible in the cage. Only a small amount of black smoke was blown away by the wind.
In the unspeakable silence, Hao Ren broke the silence: "Who knows this name?"
"Valentil? St. Tenil? Benedict," Carasius's sleepwalking voice came from the side, "Benedict III, the canon bearer, a wise and just man, one of the ancestral popes...
"
Everyone was stunned, and the general reaction of the crowd was "You're fucking kidding me." However, Lily's Warcraft Guards became the calmest ones. They couldn't understand what Carathius was saying, so they thought about how humans started again.
I'm so blind.
"It said it was the Pope?" Lily's ears twitched, even though the brain of a top-notch dog could not keep up with the plot at this time, "By the way, is your Pope Benedict III dead?"
?”
"He was a figure nearly two thousand years ago," Carathius said absently. "As one of the greatest popes in history, his holy body after his death was placed in the underground mausoleum of the Palace of the Icons, together with all the ancient sages.
Companion, eternally illuminated by the glory of the goddess."
"That's the late emperor," Lily suddenly felt like she had found a companion, "I am also the late emperor!"
"Don't listen to her making trouble, her logic is not normal," Hao Ren patted the husky aside, and then looked at Calasius, "How credible do you think this 'monster' is?"
Karasius spread his hands: "Personally, I don't believe it at all, but..."
"It's too bizarre and makes people suspicious, right," Hao Ren nodded, "And most importantly, there is no need for a 'monster' to tell us such lies. I have never heard of such evil beings among chaos monsters."
Interesting."
Carathius did not say a word, but at this moment, there was an exclamation from the window of the cathedral, and several low-level priests who were observing the situation outside near the window screamed in horror: "There is something in the sky!"
A wave of heart palpitations spread from the bottom of his heart almost at the same time. Hao Ren almost rushed to the window in two steps, and then pushed open the glass window that was particularly unsightly due to its narrowness and complicated lines.
He looked up to the sky.
The sky was covered with clouds, and a dusk-like glow spread out from behind the clouds. In the intertwining of light and shadow, an extremely huge, indescribable thing was slowly moving behind the clouds.
This thing hung down countless thick tentacles and grotesque limbs, just like tornado pillars hanging from the clouds. These limbs fluttered and curled between the sky and the earth, as if licking the earth. The terrifying and malicious scene made one's scalp numb!
Even the most devout and determined church warriors could not withstand the pressure at this moment. The low-level assistant priests stepped back with pale faces. The better priests could still recite trembling prayers to strengthen their courage.
The weaker ones are already showing signs of fainting, as if just looking at those tentacles and shadows is enough to make mortals lose their minds.
The sub-races also trembled under the pressure. The demon wolf let out a low roar mixed with fear and anger. The troll held its head and kept retreating. The furbolg also showed signs of going crazy. It was not until Lily suddenly howled loudly that they finally
Calm down.
Hao Ren stood at the window like a statue, without giving in or wavering. He faced the shadow of the clouds with his demigod body, resisting all malice and mental erosion.