"So, in the other [bond], *burp*, it's all garbage?" Palamedes looked at these useless debris and made a vicious comment while burping.
"What were the ancient gods thinking? They actually built the castle in such an inconvenient location." Bedivere was also full of confusion.
Professor Paul reached out and gently touched the rusty surface of a certain machine: "Maybe they need this isolated place to conduct some restless research?"
"Hmph, what kind of restless research can a group of old immortals do, *burp*?" Palamedes's words became more and more vicious.
Of course his statement is wrong.
In fact, the ancient gods conducted a lot of "restless research" before their demise - including regenerating [new humans], creating [orcs], and creating [walls of the world],
And ancient artifacts such as [King's Sword].
God knows what else they created?
Just as everyone bumped into each other and walked along the corridor full of debris, Bedivere felt an invisible sight in the darkness.
They were being watched. They were being watched by something in an unknown way. That thing didn't see with its eyes. The way it watched Bedivere and others was even more weird, giving people the feeling that their whole body was being licked by a cold tongue.
Feelings.
Thinking of this, the werewolf couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine and his body tightened.
Then, the red indicator line stopped in front of a door at the end of the corridor.
A door made of steel was locked and locked. There were almost no lines on it, and there were no handles or anything like that. All it had was just a hole.
Hole?
Bedivere couldn't help but look at the spear in Palamedes' hand.
The gun tip of [Meteor Gun---Gengunir] emits a faint golden shimmer, and the light blends together to form some kind of weak electronic pattern.
Moreover, its size exactly matches the hole in the door.
Could it be that ------
Seeing that the other party was looking at the spear in his hand, Palamedes couldn't help but hugged Gengunil with both hands and stood staggering while looking at the werewolf suspiciously: "What are you looking at? *burp*, this is
My treasure, *burp*, will not be given to you, meow!"
(This damn drunk cat.)
"I won't steal your treasure." Bedivere shook his head helplessly, and said to Paramidis in a coaxing tone: "Paramidis, use that gun to poke the key on that door."
Is the hole okay? It might open the door."
"Hmph, stop lying to me, meow." The more the Drunk Cat tried to persuade, the more he sang the opposite tune: "You want to take advantage of me to poke at the door, *burp*, and steal my treasure? Don't be stupid.
*Hiccup*, I am too wise to be fooled."
At this moment, Bedivere had the urge to knock this drunken cat unconscious.
"Remember to remind me in the future and never let you drink." The werewolf suppressed the anger in his heart and walked around in a circle to persuade him: "Okay, I won't steal your things. Let's stay far away and let you
Can’t you just open the door yourself?"
"Well --- let me think about it." Palamedes hugged the spear and leaned against the corner.
Bedivere glared at the big cat.
"Well, let's think about it again--" The big cat closed his eyelids and seemed to be deep in thought.
Bedivere continued to wait patiently.
Another minute passed.
"Purring---" A big bubble emerged from the nose of the leopard man warrior. This damn drunk cat was not meditating at all, but fell asleep!
"You meow!" Bedivere almost exploded with anger. Countless veins sprouted from his forehead. He resisted the urge to curse, waved his turtle tongue whip, and let the big "tentacle" slowly crawl from the ground.
, went around in a circle, and went behind Palamedes' butt ------
Then, it suddenly wrapped around the big cat's tail and pulled hard!
"Meow!!" Paramedes jumped up and screamed like a murderous cat: "What are you doing, meow?!"
"Are you awake?" Bedivere glared at the Leopard Man with a dark face: "Open the door quickly, you bastard. Do you want me to pull off your tail?"
"Ouch---" Paramedes rubbed the joint between his tail and buttocks. He felt that his cat tail had actually been broken, and it was almost not completely torn off.
The drunken big cat's drunkenness had not subsided. He raised the spear unsteadily, slowly pointed it at the key hole in front of the door, and stabbed it in.
All these movements were so slow and leisurely, it almost made Bedivere feel obsessive-compulsive!
Gengunil penetrated deeply into the door hole, and then twisted it. The pale golden light became stronger from weak to strong, and along with countless golden particles, it began to spurt out of the key hole like a spring.
The door moved slowly, retreating from the left and right sides.
In the room inside the door, the red indicator line extends into the space, which is endless darkness.
Bedivere and his party walked into this room cautiously, fearing that they would be attacked by enemies lurking in the darkness.
But the floor of this dark room—or rather, the gaps between the floor tiles—began to seep out a pale golden light, illuminating the surrounding area a little brighter.
What followed was not a sneak attack from the enemy, but a visual impact.
Bedivere was shocked to see tens of thousands of huge glass containers stored in this huge room.
Bedivere knew these things. They were very similar to the life-support capsules on one of Vivian's ships------devices used to preserve corpses for long periods of time or to freeze corpses.
The dim green liquid seemed to be soaked with the body of some kind of creature. But a closer look revealed that the creatures in it had been dead for a long time. Even the life-support capsule could not preserve their bodies forever, so they rotted.
The dim green life-sustaining fluid was extremely turbid, containing the decayed and melted tissue fluid of the corpses, and the looming shadow in the glass container was actually just a white skeleton.
Bediwell saw several broken life-saving capsules, with only a few skeletons still preserved, and most of the others had been weathered and shattered.
These skeletons do not seem to be human skeletons because their mouths are more prominent and there are large ear holes on their heads.
This shape, could it be said that---
"The corpse of an orc?" Palamedes went over to study it. But the rancid smell could not be completely eliminated even after tens of thousands of years. There was a stench like a sewer floating near the broken glass container.
"Uh---" The big cat found a corner and let some kind of rainbow-colored sparkling object spill out from his mouth.
"Idiot." Bedivere covered his nose sensibly and observed from a distance of more than five yards.
"Looking at the shape of this skeleton... it should be a werewolf, or a fox-man? Why are there corpses of orcs in the ancient research institute?" Professor Paul asked puzzledly: "And there are so many, it's almost like...
It looks like a large collection of orcs."
In fact, it is not collection, but manufacturing. Bediwell thought to himself.
"Oh, you still don't, *burp*, don't you know?" Palamedes just vomited a lot, and after replying, he continued to act cool, not caring at all about the rainbow-colored light shining at the corner of his mouth.
Something:
"The ancient race of gods and humans were originally, *burp*, the creators of orcs and humans. They were old humans who came from the old universe. They created new humans just to rule, *burp*, slaves. But the new humans rebelled.
, and the orcs, *burp*, are the cats who were created later to suppress the rebellion."
Drunk Cat was a little incoherent, but his words were basically understandable. After Professor Paul understood, he immediately frowned deeper: "You said that humans and orcs were created by ancient people using genetic technology? Are you serious?"
"It's true." Bedivere whispered: "He and his wife discovered the remains of an ancient man, and there are all the records in it to prove it.
Humans were originally created as inferior slaves to serve as a labor force for the ancient gods, but humans soon rebelled;
Orcs were then created to suppress the rebellious humans.
However, later, the ancient people knew that they were not going to die soon, so they gave up the idea of suppressing humans, and instead handed over the task of guarding the [World Wall] to the orcs. This is the whole story."
(So, no matter the orcs or humans, in the end they are just a bunch of old immortals causing trouble.)
Professor Paul struggled to understand all this, after all, there was a lot of information in it.
But the scholar quickly raised questions: "In that case, that means, do you orcs have someone who is responsible for managing the World Wall? Who initiated the World Wall in the first place, and who from which clan was it?"
"
"Uh---" Bedivere was speechless when asked: "How could I know what happened so long ago? And we don't control the World Wall. The various orc clans only hold the key fragments of the World Wall."
The person responsible for protecting those key fragments---"
"And where are those key fragments?" the old scholar asked.
"They have been broken into pieces, *burp*, and distributed in every corner of the world." Palamedes recalled the scene seven years ago.
The moment the disintegration process of the world wall was suspended, the combined keys shattered into seven pieces and flew away like meteors. To find them again in every corner of the world is both difficult and meaningless.
Because the wall will always be opened by Morgan by other means------This is the prophecy of King Arthur.
It is only a matter of time before [the boundless darkness] is unsealed from the other side of the earth and then erodes the world.
"Hmm..." Professor Paul was still holding his chin in thought, as if there was still something he couldn't figure out. But he seemed to stop asking questions for the time being, which made the werewolf heave a sigh of relief.
Following the red light guiding the way, the deepest part of this huge "morgue" is a staircase leading to the basement.
Waves of gloomy and evil energy came from the ground, like some kind of heavy smoke, sticking to the ground and slowly seeping outward.
Just by looking, Bedivere could vaguely feel that there was something huge and ominous in the basement.
But they had no choice. If they didn't get this done, the Pygmies wouldn't let them go. They had no choice but to bite the bullet.
Seeing that there was nothing left to explore here, Bediwell winked at everyone: "Let's go. No matter what is in that basement, it must die. We have no time to waste."
"*Hiccup*, of course, meow." Palamedes shook his head leisurely and followed, not caring at all how cruel the next battle might be.