The deformed meat ball melted like ice and snow under Qinduil's flame bottle, leaving only a burnt broken skin that collapsed on the spot, so soft that it reminded people of pig intestines.
After Chenduil confirmed that the meat balls blocking the mirror corridor were lifeless, he nodded towards Chen Yi.
She held the torch and led Chen Yi and Lomea to move forward.
Chen Yi looked at both sides of the mirror gallery. There were many broken picture frames on them. The gems and gold foil that decorated the picture frames were missing, leaving only empty grooves. Most of the paintings in the picture frames were badly damaged. , they could only barely distinguish their original forms, and their appearance was reflected in the smashed mirrors.
On the mirror gallery, there are scratches left by pagans with daggers or other sharp objects. Many of them are pagan scriptures, pious prayers, and some simple casual words.
Carefully crossing the gray and black skins, the group was about to walk out of the mirror gallery that was supposed to look magnificent.
At this time, Chen Yi noticed that on the wall nearby, near the end of the mirror corridor, there were two paragraphs of text carved with a dagger.
Unlike other writings that are crowded together sentence by sentence, the surroundings of these two paragraphs of text are relatively empty, as if the pagans who broke into the palace intentionally left a relatively blank space for the writers.
Chen Yi saw from the divinity that the owner of these two passages was the pagan saint Harun.
[Judgment is coming as scheduled. Is there anything greater than God’s will? 】
The carvings of the words are extremely deep, and they still retain the sense of power in the past in a calm manner to this day.
Chen Yi looked at the next paragraph of text.
[O God, let me hurt and let me perish!
After me, I don’t want any more righteous people to suffer in the world. 】
Chen Yi could see an old pagan man struggling to carve out this text with his skinny arms.
This is like a cry in silence, a kind of power in tranquility.
Lomea, who was following Chen Yi, naturally saw these two passages. Although she could not know that they were written by Saint Harun, she could still tell from the choice of words and sentences that they were written by a learned man. words left by people.
"Saint Harun also walked into the palace." Chen Yi stated without looking at Lomea: "Surrounded by the group of pagans."
Luo Mei'a looked surprised, staring at these two paragraphs of text. She suddenly felt guilty in front of the power between the lines. These words were like a strong wind, blowing up the embers of her faith again, but they could only make the ashes disperse with red light. The remaining warmth was still there, but it was difficult to rekindle the raging flames.
Therefore, Lomea avoided facing these words, and she couldn't help asking herself why she was so cowardly.
Chen Yi did not focus on it, but faced the stone door at the end of the mirror corridor. There were marks of swords hitting it, and a large piece of the stone door was broken open.
Qinduil pushed open the stone door at Chen Yi's signal.
The stone door made a dull sound, and was pushed open through a gap that only one person could pass through. Qinduil applied more force, and the entire stone door was pushed open.
The scene behind the mirror gallery was extremely tragic.
In front of them, they could see the royal knights holding heads in one hand and broken swords in the other. Their bodies were hanging in the corner in a stretched and deformed manner. Their light blue robes and mail were all stained with blood, and the heads in their hands had sad faces.
The pagans fell to the ground in a mess, their hands had long sharp claws, their pale faces were sad and ferocious, and they maintained their attitude of charging at the royal knights.
The swords, warhammers, crossbows and bucklers of the knights, the pitchforks, rakes, scimitars and hunting bows of the pagans were staggered and scattered around each other, making it impossible to tell who belonged to whom.
Qinduil frowned and took a cautious step.
The royal knights who had fallen to the ground squirmed.
They held the head in their arms and slowly stood up. Like puppets, the head in their hands began to cry and howled miserably.
As the royal knights stood up one after another, the pagans who arrived seemed to be echoed, and almost at the same time, they struggled to stand up again.
These dead souls spit out inarticulate moans from their cracked lips, and turned their heads in unison, looking at the group of people, as if they might pounce on them at any time and tear them into pieces.
Even the elf assassins, who have gone through countless trainings, can't help but be frightened by this horrifying scene.
Chen Yi raised his hand and raised the pure gold flame in his hand.
"Nawu Suo." Chen Yi softly recited the ancient sayings of deceit.
He first faced the pagans and said in a solemn and solemn voice: "I am the messenger of God. I come to the world, choose the world, and lead you to the kingdom of heaven."
The dead souls of the pagans collectively shook themselves into chaff. They shook their heads and felt the divinity spreading from the pure gold flame.
In their lifetime knowledge, only the King of Kings was so sacred.
Chen Yi continued: "Put down all your resentments, and I will lead your souls. The sunshine there only shines on good people."
The pagan dead souls froze, and they turned their heads to each other, looking quite confused. Then, I don't know which dead soul reacted first, and took the lead to sit cross-legged on the ground, clasped their hands, and lowered their heads calmly.
The remaining dead pagan souls sat down one after another. This group of pagans who had been waiting for a long time, as if their souls had been relieved, clasped their hands together and lowered their heads one by one.
Chen Yi looked at the royal knights who were about to move and stepped closer.
He did not recite the ancient saying "Deceit", but simply said: "Throw it away first, save it later."
The royal knights immediately fell silent. It was as if all their burdens were lifted. The swords in their hands clattered to the ground. They all knelt down on one knee, holding the heads with mournful faces in their hands, pressing the corners of their mouths with their fingers, trying desperately to flatten the sad curves. .
The dead souls here made way.
Luomea's face was full of shock. She quickly followed Chen Yi, glancing back and forth at the quiet dead souls from time to time.
Chen Yi walked straight past the dead souls, and the group left the hall.
When he reached a spiral staircase with a dusty red carpet on the steps, Chenduil stopped.
Lomea saw a dark red bedside table standing abruptly in front of the stairs. To exit the transcoding page, please download the app and read the latest chapters.
It looked brand new among the musty temples.
Luomea approached unconsciously and saw a note on it.
"A pair of heads,
Brother Zuo,
Sister right. "
Picking up the note, Lomea found that it was a children's song.
"My sister is pretty, my brother is ugly.
I felt like vomiting when I saw my brother.
My brother and sister live together.
We are not good friends.
My brother is playful and mischievous, and he always calls my sister a fool.
My brother secretly told me that my sister has many little dolls.
You take the needle and I take the thread,
You hold your hair, I hold my face.
Sister, sister, turn into a doll,
No face, little doll.
We'll live together later,
They have been good friends since then.
Hide and seek, hide and seek. "
Lomea shuddered. The last "good friend" was written in bright blood red. I don't know what kind of red ink it was written with.
