Plisson gave Luas a detailed analysis of the current stakes, and then briefly introduced the function of the flame scar.
After Plisson's explanation, Luas almost knew what to do next, but there was another more important thing in front of her at the moment.
Luas hesitated and whispered to Plisson: "...The Governor is missing."
"Vitor? What happened to him again?"
"Just now we were searching for the relics left by Mrs. Victoria in various rooms on the second floor. I didn't expect that after I finished searching a room and came out, the Governor disappeared. I also searched several surrounding rooms. , and no trace of the Governor was found.”
"Is there a possibility...that your Lord Governor just went downstairs?" Plisson said seriously and solemnly.
"Forehead......."
Luas seemed to have never considered this possibility.
"Why, can't you find your remaining friend?" Othelemon walked up to the two people who were talking in a low voice at some point.
"The Earl's strength is really high. He even walked silently. Before I even reacted, you came to my side." Puli immediately complimented you.
"Seeing what you said, I felt a little good, so I came over to listen."
Orthelemon's voice was very warm, completely unable to connect with the rumored Netherworld Ghost King.
He raised the lantern in his hand slightly, and then continued: "I just heard from you that you seem to have a friend who can't be found. I am looking for someone, and Field may be able to help you."
"Mr. Field...is really all-powerful."
After Pleasant finished speaking, the fire burning in the lantern became a little brighter. The "Mr. Field" in the lantern seemed to be very satisfied with this evaluation.
Osramon smiled and said, "Field has always been very kind and willing to use his power to help others."
"Then, let him do this for you."
"Phil, Xunri."
The moment Othelemon finished speaking, incandescent firelight lit up from the narrow corridor and shone directly on the wall at the end of the corridor.
Oselemon held it up and walked step by step until he reached the end of the corridor on the second floor.
He looked up at the exquisite wall and his face became stiff.
"The door...was opened."
Oselemon stretched out and tapped the same wall tile six times in a row, and then the entire wall began to disappear and turned into a floating gray mist.
Behind the wall was an open door, and there was an extremely dark room behind the door. Due to the distance, Pleasant, whose eyesight was never very good, could not clearly see what was in the room.
Oselemon crossed the gray and touched the opened door. After touching it, his already stiff face became even more ugly.
"The fog wall and hidden bricks didn't do anything to hide it. Even their original characteristics were hidden by some kind of force."
"And...the door was opened from the inside."
Osramon murmured to himself, and then walked into the dim room holding a lamp.
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Plissen and Luas looked at each other, then crossed the floating ashes and followed Othlemon into the room.
The incandescent light from the lantern illuminated the room, and Pleasant was able to glimpse its interior.
There is a dilapidated god placed in the center of the room. The statue in the shrine is covered with dense cracks, as if it may fall apart at any time; every wall in the room is engraved with dark black twisting symbols, and its symbols There is an indescribable weirdness in the traces of writing; dark and thick mucus is scattered irregularly on the floor, exuding a fishy smell to the surroundings.
Othelemon once again raised the bag in his hand, and white-hot fire lit up in the air.
The fishy mucus scattered on the floor was instantly steamed, and all the fishy smell in the air was replaced by the smell of burning.
Oselemon looked at the crack on the statue in the center of the room, his brows furrowed and his expression uncertain.
"Field's perception has not come out. Mammon has indeed been here, but why did he descend directly from the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons by destroying the peripheral idol in order to open the spatial link between the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons and Inriges? Or... ....."
Othlemon suddenly thought of something, and his face immediately darkened.
"Phil, extend the protective fire barrier." Orthelemon stretched out his left hand, and a cross flame mark appeared on his wrinkled palm.
Following a strong flash of light, white-hot flames instantly enveloped the other three people in the room except Othelemon.
This blazing flame did not cause any injuries to the three of Pleasant. Instead, it formed a layer of protection around them, completely enveloping them in it.
Plisson has been watching Osselamon's look and expression since he entered the room. He clearly saw the change in the other person's expression just now. Coupled with the strange environment inside the room and Osselamon's protection, even if Plisson No matter how late Sen reacted, he should have known that nothing good would happen next.
As expected, a few seconds after Orthelemon applied flame protection to everyone, something unexpected happened.
I saw groups of thick shadows constantly drilling through the cracks of the statue, covering the entire room at an extremely fast speed, and then unsettling howls began to be heard from the shadows covering the entire room, as if in this There are many twisted and terrifying monsters hidden in the deep shadows.
In the midst of these shrill howls, Plissen looked uneasily at Orthelemon, who was holding a lamp.
"Uncle, don't you need protection?"
Oselemon narrowed his eyes, and the cross flame mark that appeared on the palm of his left hand looked particularly dazzling.
"My protective fire barrier...is always there."
Othelemon looked at the bag in his hand, and his clear pupils reflected a brilliant and bright light.
Darkness enveloped the room, and distorted sounds reached everyone's ears.
Amidst the howls of monsters, a human voice suddenly came out. The voice did not sound like a man or a woman. The language spoken was not the common language of the mainland or the common ones that Pleasant knew, but a kind of A language Pleasant had never heard before.
This sentence has a slight intonation, and its meaning can be summarized in just one word.
"merger!"
When this human voice fell, the deep shadows covering the entire room began to spread around, and the walls on all sides were squeezed by the spreading shadows, completely blending into the gloomy darkness.
Without the obstruction of the wall, Plisson's field of vision became wider. Only then did he realize that the surrounding scene had changed.
Everyone was no longer in the Governor's Mansion. What they saw was no longer the street of houses in Inriges, but the sky full of dust and the ruins of buildings one after another.
Like the despicable savior
Feeling sad and happy
