Chapter 879: Traveling to Tianyuan (32)

Chapter 879 Traveling to Tianyuan Thirty-two
"So, in another [link], oh, it's rubbish?" Paramitis looked at these useless things and made a vicious evaluation while playing wine.
"The ancient gods were thinking about something. They built the castle in this inconvenient location." Bedyville was also confused.
Professor Paul reached out and gently touched the rusty surface of a machine: "Maybe, do they need this isolated place to do some kind of restless research?"
"Hey, a group of old people don't die, hey, can there be any restless research?" Paramitis's words became more vicious.
His statement is of course wrong.
In fact, there are many "restless studies" that ancient gods have done before their demise - including the regeneration of [new humans], the creation of [orcs], and the creation of [the wall of the world], and [the king's Sword] This type of ancient artifact.
God knows what they have created?
Just as everyone bumped into it and walked through the hallway full of debris, Bedieville felt an invisible sight in the dark.
They are being watched. Being monitored by something, in an unknown way. The thing is not to look at it with his eyes. His method of monitoring Bediville and others is even more bizarre, giving a feeling of being licked by the cold tongue all over the body.
When I think of it, the werewolf can't help but have a cold back and a tight part.
Then, the red indicator line stopped in front of a door at the end of the corridor.
The door of a steel casting is deeply locked, there is almost no grain on it, and there is no such thing as a handle. Some are just a hole.
hole?
Bedyville couldn't help but watch the long gun in the hands of Paramitis.
[Meteor Gun - 亘Gurnier] The gun's hair has a faint golden gleam, and the light blends through to form a weak electronic texture.
Moreover, its size coincides with the hole in the door.
Could it be that--
Seeing the other side's rifle in his hand, Paramitis couldn't help but hold his hands and protect him. He stood swaying and looked at the werewolf with suspicion: "See what? Oh, this is mine." Treasures, hey, can't give you a break!"
(This drunk cat.)
"I won't grab your treasure." Biddevil shook his head helplessly and said to Paramitis in a childish voice: "Paramy, you poke the key on the door with that gun. Is the hole good? It may open the door."
"Oh, less deceiving people." The more the drunken cat persuaded, the more he sang the opposite: "When you want me to poke the door, hey, take my baby away? Don't be stupid, hey, Laozi is wise and will not be defamed."
At this moment, Bediville has the impulse to directly knock this dead drunk cat.
"You remember to remind me in the future, never let you drink." The werewolf suppressed the anger in his heart and persuaded him around the circle: "Okay, I won't grab your things. We retreat far and let you Can't you open the door yourself?"
"Well - let the uncle think about it." Paramitis hugged the rifle and leaned against the corner.
Bedyville glanced at the big cat.
"Well, think again -" The big cat closed his eyelids and seemed to be thinking.
Bedyville continued to wait for his patience.
Another minute passed.
"Snoring -" A big bubble emerged from the nose of the Leopard warrior. This drunk cat is not thinking at all, but is asleep!
"You oh!" Biddiville was almost mad, and countless blue ribs emerged from his forehead. He resisted the urge to scream, waved his tortoise whip, and let the big "tentor" slowly crawl from the ground, circled around, and drilled behind Paramitis's ass.
Then, it suddenly caught the tail of the big cat and pulled it hard!
"Hey!!" Paramitis jumped up and made a cat-like scream: "What are you doing?!"
"Wake up?" Bettiville blackened his face and said: "Open the door, you bastard. Do you want me to tear your tail down?"
"Hey--" Paramitis licked the interface between the tail and the buttocks. He felt that his cat's tail had actually broken, and he was almost completely not ripped off.
The drunken cat's wine was not reduced. He swayed his rifle and slowly pointed at the keyhole in front of the door and stabbed it in.
The movements of all this are so slow, so leisurely, I can see that Bediville almost has to commit obsessive-compulsive disorder!
亘Gurnier deeply pierced the entry hole and then screwed it. The light of the pale gold is weakened and weakened, and it carries countless particles of golden light, which begin to eject from the keyhole like a spring.
The door slowly moved and retreated from the left and the right.
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The room inside the door, the red indicator line extends into the space, is the endless darkness.
Bedieville and his party carefully walked into the room, fearing that they would be attacked by enemies lurking in the dark.
But the floor of this dark room - or the gap between the tiles - began to ooze a light golden glow, and the surroundings were slightly brighter.
What follows is not the enemy's sneak attack, but a visual impact.
Bedyville was shocked to see this huge room, tens of thousands of huge glass containers.
Bedieville knows this thing. They are very similar to the living room on a Veveyian ship – used for long-term preservation of bodies, or frozen devices.
Among the faint green liquids, it seems to be soaking the body of a certain creature. But a closer look, the creatures have been dead for a long time, even if the living room can not save their bodies forever, so they rot.
The dim green vitality is turbid, containing the decaying tissue of the dead bodies, and the looming shadow in the glass container is actually just a white bone.
Bedyville saw several broken living rooms, only a small number of shin bones were preserved, and most of the others had weathered and cracked.
These cheekbones don't seem to be human bones because they have a prominent mouth and a large pierced head.
This shape, can you say -
"Orphan's body?" Paramitis went over and studied it. However, the smell of rancid smell could not be completely eliminated even after tens of thousands of years, and a sewer-like stench was scattered around the broken glass container.
"Hey--" The big cat found a corner, letting some kind of rainbow-colored objects sprinkle from his mouth.
"Stupid." Bedyville wisely covered his nose and observed it at a distance of more than five yards.
"Look at the shape of this skeleton should be a werewolf, or a fox?? Why do the ancient people have the body of an orc in the institute?" Professor Paul asked inexplicably: "And still so much, it is like a large collection of orcs. Like."
In fact, it is not a collection, but a manufacturing. Bedieville’s heart is dark.
"Oh, you still don't, hey, don't you know?" Paramitis had just spit out a lot, and after he replied, he continued to be cool. He didn't care about the rainbow-colored things in his mouth. :
"The ancient gods and humans were originally the creators of the beasts, the orcs and the humans. They were the old humans who passed through the old universe. They created new human beings, just to rule, swear, slaves. But the new humans rebelled, and the orcs, Oh, it was later created to suppress the insurrection."
The drunk cat is a bit incoherent, but his words are basically understandable. After Professor Paul understood it, he immediately wrinkled his brow deeper: "You said that humans and orcs are made by ancient people using genetic technology? Is this true?"
"It's true." Biddiville whispered: "He and his wife found an ancient man's relic, which contains all the data records to support.
Human beings were originally created as inferior slaves, as the labor of the ancient gods, but humans soon rebelled;
The orcs were then created to suppress the rebellious humans.
However, later, the ancients knew that their lives were not long-lived, and they gave up the idea of ​​suppressing human beings, and instead handed over the task of guarding [the wall of the world] to the orcs. This is the whole story. "
(So, whether it’s an orc or a human being, in the end, it’s a bunch of old people who don’t die.)
Professor Paul struggled to understand all of this, after all, the amount of information is quite large.
But this scholar quickly raised the question: "In this case, that is to say, are there people in the orc who are responsible for managing the world's wall? Who originally launched the wall of the world, which one of the clan? "
"Hey--" Bettiville was asked to be speechless: "How long ago, I knew how. And we don't control the wall of the world. Orcs are only the holders of the key fragments of the world's wall." Responsible for protecting those key fragments -"
"And where are the key fragments?" the old scholar asked.
"They have broken, smashed, and distributed in every corner of the world." Paramitis recalled the scene seven years ago.
At the moment when the disintegration process of the world wall was suspended, the combined key would be broken into seven pieces, flying like a meteor. It is difficult to find them in every corner of the world, and it is hard to be astonishing and meaningless.
Because the wall will always be opened by Morgan by other means - this is the prophecy of King Arthur.
[Boundless Darkness] It’s only a matter of time before the other side of the earth unblocks and erodes the world.
"哼" Paul is still pondering and thinking, there seems to be nowhere to think. But he seems to be no longer asking questions, which makes the werewolf relieved.
Along the red light of the road, the deepest part of this huge "mortuary" is a staircase leading to the basement.
The smoldering evil spirits came out from the ground, like some heavy smoke, stuck to the ground, slowly oozing outward.
Just to see, Bedieville can feel a certain huge, ominous thing in the basement.
But they have no choice. If you don't get this done, the Pygmies won't let them go. Can only be the scalp.
When Bediville saw that there was nothing to explore, he made a look to everyone: "Go. No matter what is in the basement, it will die. We have no time to waste."
"Oh, of course, hey." Palamidis shook his head in a leisurely manner, not at all concerned about how cruel the next battle might be.