When the group of people saw the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but feel shocked under the strong smell of blood.
One dead body after another lay in front of the palace in the front hall. The ground was dyed red with blood, and most of it had dried up. This showed that they were not corpses left behind thousands of years ago, nor did they die in the front hall today, but not long ago. Before, he died here.
Judging from their clothes, this group of people are priests of the Temple of Tribulation.
Qinduil quickly reacted. With her keen eyesight, she scanned the bodies up and down and said, "There seems to be no trace of fighting here."
As Qinduil said, although these priestly corpses were lying on the ground in a mess, their clothes were intact and damaged. This did not look like traces left after a battle at all... but more like , some kind of blood sacrifice that creates a connection.
Chen Yi opened his spiritual eyes and inspected everything with his divinity.
"You are right, Qinduil," Chenyi said softly after learning the reason from the divinity. "This is a blood sacrifice. They are establishing a connection with the Lord of Suffering."
Lifting his feet, Chen Yi walked into the antechamber of the palace. The depths were covered by endless shadows. A group of priests from the Torment Temple fell not far from the door.
Chen Yi kicked away the head of the leader who was dressed like a priest. He held a dagger in his hand and kept stabbing into his throat before he died.
He knelt down and fumbled for a note from the latter's shirt pocket.
Chen Yi spread it out.
It clearly reads: [Using your body as a medium, let our beloved Lord of Suffering make a deal with fate again. Rebecca, the companion of destiny, will tell you what you should do. 】
Rebecca...
Chen Yi's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't know whether this name he had seen before was a coincidence or...
"No, it's not a coincidence." Chen Yi recalled the Rebecca he saw in hell and thought: "...Thirty years in hell and one day on earth. According to Monroe, his wife has died several times. Ten years.”
In that hell cherished by the Lord of Suffering, all the rules are probably not much different from those in the human world.
Monroe scholars say his wife, Rebecca, committed suicide when their son was ten years old and had been dead for at least several decades.
Thirty years in hell, one day on earth... From this point of view, Rebecca lived in that hell for countless years as if she had eternal life.
Her fate was also tampered with?
Chen Yi believes that since St. Venakana can do it, there is no reason why the Yin Book of the Scroll of Destiny, that is, the "Lord of Destiny" can't do it.
Standing up straight, Chen Yi glanced at the group of corpses, full of doubts. According to the note, he used their bodies as a medium to allow the Lord of Suffering to deal with fate again.
Why should this group of priestly blood sacrifices be used as his medium? Chen Yi got part of the answer from divinity, plus his own guess.
"Because He comes from the future and has no way to appear in the human world now, he has to use this method... to make a deal with fate."
At this moment, how they traded was not important to Chen Yi. What was important was the content of the transaction and why.
The Lord of Suffering...What exactly does future Hedwig want to trade with the "Lord of Destiny"? Where does He want destiny to lead?
Chen Yi was filled with doubts. These priests did not know much information before they died, so Chen Yi could not learn more about divinity.
Regarding the Lord of Suffering and the Ancient Holy City, Chen Yi briefly sorted it out in his mind, and there was not much information that could be confirmed at the moment.
as follows:
The Curse of Dead Souls is very similar to the replacement souls of the Temple of Torment.
The Lord of Suffering made a deal with fate, and a few days ago, the blood sacrifices of the priests provided a medium for his deal with the "Lord of Destiny".
And the judgment of my king may have come to the northern land, including the ancient holy capital, through the "Lord of Destiny".
St. Mader of the Temple of the Cross once walked through the ancient holy capital, signed a contract with the dead soul Josco, and guided the former Cardinal John into madness in front of the circular cathedral, leaving words on the blood wall.
.......
He raised his head and stared into the depths of the front hall. Without many ideas or clues, Chen Yi could only put it aside for the time being, clenched the long sword in his hand, sighed and said: "Let's go, let's see what's inside the palace first."
Chenduil and Lomea followed. The elf took out a few torches soaked in oil, lit them with the fire sickle, and handed them to Chenyi and Lomea.
The front hall was extremely dilapidated. Chen Yi saw pagan objects scattered around, such as sacred paintings and scriptures. He also saw some rusty broken swords, broken spears, pitchforks, nails, rakes and other agricultural tools. There had been battles here, and they were very tragic.
The walls of the front hall were covered with scorched marks.
After walking through the front hall and arriving at the Mirror Gallery, Chen Yi held up a torch. At the end of the lighting range, he could vaguely see several spherical objects moving slowly in the broken Mirror Gallery.
After Chen Yi took a few steps closer, the spherical objects began to stir, and the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.
Qinduil stepped in front of Chen Yi and drew out the Elven Curved Blade from his waist.
Chen Yi also saw the spherical objects clearly at this time.
Oh, that's a ball of flesh made of people.
One by one, the arms or legs were violently intertwined, tied together, and tightly tied to death. The shape was disgustingly ugly. Those pale arms, legs, and feet included both pagans and true believers. Chen Yi Through the firelight, one could barely see pairs of human eyes stacked inside the flesh ball through the gaps, like the compound eyes of a fly.
These human flesh balls were blocked in the mirror corridor. As the group of people gradually approached, they let out a shrill wail, which greatly stimulated people's eardrums. They have lost all emotion and reason, leaving only a sick look.
Lomea's eyes widened, and her body was boiling. She didn't know how to face such a twisted and terrifying situation, she only felt waves of coldness.
"They have all become dead souls." Chen Yi said calmly.
Lomea's fingertips began to tremble.
The tragedy of the trial once again impressed the spirit envoy's heart.
Qinduil did not smell a threat from this group of human flesh balls. She looked sideways at Chen Yi and said softly: "They are very hostile and afraid of us, but they are not a threat to us. "
"Let's get rid of it." Chen Yi said.
Qinduil nodded slightly, and she took out a flame bottle from her waist. It was mixed with black and red colors, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder at the mouth of the bottle.
Without hesitation, Qinduil took a few steps closer and threw the bottle of fire straight at the human flesh ball in the mirror gallery.
The flames immediately boiled in the mirror corridor, and all kinds of miserable wails resounded in the mirror corridor, regardless of men, women, young or old.
The arms, legs and feet on the ground were on fire, and they surged in panic, like earthworms touching salt, constantly crawling back on their hands and feet, but this also spread the flames to the bodies of the same kind, and the eyes in those fleshy balls , throwing despair and resentment at each other.
For a moment, the scene in the Mirror Gallery was distorted beyond words.
