The panic, despair and depression that filled the space were swept away by the bombardment of silver light, and the noisy murmurs and dim vision no longer existed.
Griffith, who came to support, seemed to have walked into a quiet forest. Tarkin and the shadow monster he summoned were wiped out, and there was not even a trace of breath left?
"Did you kill him?" Griffith asked, leaning towards Galadia. However, as soon as he took a small step, he felt something abnormal.
The greaves glowed green, and a layer of fine moss climbed from the heels to the knees. The boots cracked, and a string of bright mushrooms grew out.
"No, don't come over yet."
Miss Elf waved her hand at him. On her white and slender wrist, a red leaf that looked like fire was tied. The silver morning sun fell down, lighting up the swaying flower buds and green grass all over the ground.
The silver arc of light dissipated, and the cool breeze that came from nowhere blew the ivy branches and leaves. The hazy green gave people a feeling of prosperity, and even the white stone floors, walls and sculptures of this underground palace grew. Shoots and buds keep growing.
The overflowing psychic energy from Galadia is transforming the surroundings into a world of plants.
"Cool down, cool down..." She took a deep breath, "Anyway, calm down first, first count the prime numbers. 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13..."
Griffith heard a quiet counting sound.
The surging spiritual energy tide gradually subsided, and the plants stopped growing and withered.
"Griffith, are you okay?" Galadia looked at the knight, "Every god's hand must carry the power of the god. Sooner or later, the body and spirit will be overwhelmed, mutate in constant loss of control, and become dangerous The presence."
Griffith looked down at his hands. During this period, it is true that there is often a feeling that the spiritual energy is soaring to the point of exploding, but the feeling of losing control is not obvious.
"It's strange, you seem to be different from us," Galadia also realized, "Aaron, Tarkin, and Naira are just like me, they are all on the verge of losing control. The power of the chosen ones is indeed powerful, But the price is also very heavy. Pursuing miracles seems to be our only salvation."
"This may be related to the superior existence of the extraordinary path we belong to," Griffith said. "I want to continue to go deeper and see if Tarkin has been eliminated and what is hidden underground here."
"Well, I'll go with you."
"But your body."
"Let it go," Galadia combed her long, disheveled hair, "Let it go."
…
The secret of Canaan is almost at hand.
Gem-like crystals have appeared on the left and right of the steps deep underground. The bright shimmer is so beautiful that it feels like you are in a fairy tale.
However, Griffith knew that behind this beauty was extremely cruel radiation. Even with the protection of the shield, there was still a slight pinprick-like pain on the skin.
"Psychic crushing device detected," Bone Ring Minos prompted, "Warning, level 7 psychic ripples detected."
Level 7? ! Griffith was stunned for a moment.
The demigod's spiritual power is only level 6...
"Griffith, don't stop the shield?" Galadia asked softly, "The psychic radiation here is so high that ordinary people's lives will be in danger if they stay here for more than half a minute."
Suddenly, she stopped. Griffith, who was following behind, suddenly felt something was wrong.
It was an extremely anxious feeling, as if something was staring at me from everywhere.
In this deep underground, the space above my head began to become extremely empty at some point, even exceeding the size of the temple on the ground; the depth below the steps was indescribable, as if it could reach straight to the center of the earth.
In the dim light of the crystal, one can vaguely see very strange devices suspended in the air nearby——
Each of them is two to three meters tall, with an oval-shaped upper part and three-legged lower limbs, like a group of upright squids. Huge crystals are inlaid on their bodies, rippling with an unknown light.
These strange devices were arrayed in the air like an army, solemn and majestic.
"Is this the weapon they are talking about?" Galadia took Griffith's hand, "I can't feel the breath of life. If this is some kind of puppet that can be controlled, Tarkin can form a An army to suppress half-elves and humans. The Senate may want to suppress the rebellion and restore order in this way."
"Is this possible? An army requires psychic and mental power that exceeds the limits of all living things."
"Unless it transcends living things," Galadia said, "Canaan has long been studying the mixture of flesh and spirit. They may have found some way to create ultimate creatures that transcend common sense, not only to suppress rebellions, but also to Solve the pain of my people due to depletion of magic power and loss of control.
“Perhaps, the miracle of the Chosen One’s Sacrifice gives exactly this possibility.
“You see, social problems are mysteriously solved.”
She took out a magic wand and chanted a magic spell:
"Let me create a little light and see the whole picture here. Griffith, you can't stay here indefinitely, it's too dangerous."
"After grasping the general situation, I will find a way to escape. Once I return to the ground, I can leave safely," Griffith responded. "I will prepare an army to rescue you."
"Tear down our shabby forest and kidnap me?" Miss Elf smiled sweetly, "You know the situation on the edge of Canaan. If a few elite Extraordinaries led by Chaofan can barely break through, the large army will definitely Falling into the trap of rules, falling apart in chaos.”
"I will handle this kind of thing," Griffith squeezed Galadia's hand tightly, "You have to promise me and stick to it."
The two of them talked in low voices and walked down the stairs that could not be seen to the bottom. The Light Spell rises from the tip of the wand, forming a bright ball of light floating in the air, illuminating the nearby world.
"Takin, a Hand of God, will not be defeated so easily," Galadia said. "His condition is not good, and he did not use his full strength in the battle. It is probably because most of... this What is it? A wall?"
The darkness of Mo Lake gradually revealed its original shape in the light.
This thing is very close, so close that it is right in front of you. Close enough that other objects cannot be seen.
Griffith and Galadia gasped. They thought they would see a bottomless hole or a secret vault filled with sealed artifacts, but the sight that appeared in front of them immediately took their breath away.
Even with the strength of a Sequence 6 transcendent, there is a feeling of weakness in the legs.
The huge indescribable object surpasses all objects in the world and even causes physiological confusion in people's vision and consciousness.
It filled the entire field of vision, making all living things ridiculously small. The strange shape and ferocious appearance are beyond all reason and experience, making it impossible for people to recognize them for a while.
Gradually, when the senses are flooded, chaotic information is twisted together crazily...
Galadia saw an extremely ferocious head, like some kind of squid. The top and neck could not be seen, and its body was hidden in the depths of darkness that could not be seen.
The huge size of this head exceeds the mountain peak, and its surface is covered with weird scales. There are disgusting tentacles hanging from the mouthparts. It is hanging there. Just looking at it, there is an indescribable horror and ferociousness and strong physical discomfort. Come.
Griffith almost instinctively came up with a word from the bottom of his heart:
Colossus!
Every inch of this giant thing buried deep in the ground seems to exist for crazy slaughter. Looking at it will arouse some kind of intimidating terror rooted in human instinct, and make people's minds filled with heart-wrenching wails and screams. Illusive, yet so real and despairing.
"Tarkin is activating the Eradicator deep underground..."
Galadia whispered almost as if she was dreaming.
"This, this is the war colossus sealed in Canaan in ancient times. It is a huge three-legged protoplasmic life form with heavy armor and shields. It is equipped with a proton cannon array that looks like a tentacle. Its huge size can crush a war elephant... …I heard some fragments of words, but I didn’t expect it to be like this.”
With a strong aura of destruction and almost chaotic nothingness, this giant statue is like a rock and a mountain, silent underground.
Just looking at it, my sanity was traumatized.
Griffith and Galadia heard two illusory dice sounds at the same time. A crack opened in their sanity, and chaos, evil, fear, and anger poured out.
Reason is being lost. At the same time, they learned some occult knowledge——
"Colossus: Neutron annihilation, used to incinerate all organisms on a planet.
"Gene ascensionism cannot be activated"
"..."
"..."
As if their language had been deprived of them, Griffith and Galadia turned around at the same time and fled back along the steps.
Behind them, an earth-shattering momentum came overwhelming. Colossus wakes up. It roared like a dragon elephant from the deep underground, and everything including steps, walls, and domes collapsed.
The aura of Tarkin Amon, who disappeared not long ago, reappeared and seemed to merge with the Colossus.
"Tarkin, is that you?" Galadia shouted as she ran, "Stop, this will ruin everything!"
Tarkin's whisper lingered in his ears:
“It’s time to let go of the flesh and blood that imprisons our minds and souls.
“By transferring our consciousness into synthetic vessels, we will evolve into entirely new life forms.
"Garadia, the end is coming, and we will all be devoured.
“Abandoning the native traits of our race is the only salvation.
"I am the Colossus."
