Chapter 236:

...The door opened.
He only waited for half a minute before exposing the room to him. He already felt a burst of cold air blowing on his face and body. A bitter smell stabbed his sinuses. He turned his head to announce the possibility of his existence in some way, but in this important situation, what he thought of it sounded sad, so he chose to remain silent. The priest has no doubt that the power waiting inside knows all the information it needs to know about the visitor. It is best to keep a respectful silence, the acolyte decides, and speak only when talking.
Now, the last line of the glyph has been exhausted, and the door is fully opened. He waited, holding his breath, thinking that the devil might send out some invitations. No one is coming. After a while, the acolyte took the initiative to cross the threshold and enter the conference hall.
The first thing he noticed was that the indoor light source came from the floor itself. Thousands of finger-high flames exuded from the invisible candlestick on the marble, all burning with the cold of the tomb. Their lights illuminate a room that does not resemble the majestic appearance of the cathedral or the scene full of semi-finished products.
The priest saw that this place was almost as wide as the cathedral above. However, its length is a mystery. This space is occupied by pulleys, pistons, cylinders, and crankshafts, all buzzing on the ceiling in complex shapes, and then descending to be sent to equipment that was once obviously in abnormal motion. They ran in a Byzantine style, blocking his view and preventing him from calculating the true size of the room.
Although these parts still have the dazzling clarity of a well-maintained machine, there is no indication that they have been put into use recently. The pistons were polished but not oiled, and the floor under the pipes and the mysterious device they entered were dry. There is not a single stain, a drop of liquid seeps in a joint that needs to be tightened or a crack in an iron and glass container, the size of which is part of the spherical machinery. Many places, such as part of the ancient astrolabe. In general, they are like frozen satellites orbiting the dead sun.
For the priest, any of these purposes is as difficult to understand as the hieroglyphs on the door. But this is not his understanding. As the parts become larger, he simply follows the parts of the engine, so he thinks it has greater significance. However, this fact only raises one question: he walks more and more doors, so he speculates that the closer he gets to the creators of all these silent mechanisms, the mechanisms become bigger and bigger, so that they completely block their way out. . , He had to conduct five investigations until he found a new passageway, and before doing so, he was usually far from his expected route. He realized that he had entered the maze and got stuck in it instead of caring about the way behind. There is no life there, and he will be eager to taste again without happiness.
He glanced up and found that the intricate shape had been cut from the marble in order to enter the crafty pipe, thereby loosening the sleeping snake. There, he saw that the capillaries of the glass ball were connected by short tubes, the thickness of the tube was no more than a finger, and a finger fell from the ceiling hundreds of them, intertwined among their descendants. Their sparkling beauty has no recognizable function. The world he lives in is built by a mind, far beyond his own mind. All he can do is hope to glimpse the mystery it holds.
He paused for a while or two minutes, just to taste the joy that suddenly brought him. His master is near. He felt it in the bone marrow and fingertips. He looked up again, and studied the way to lead the pipe from the auxiliary engine. They were placed on the height of the cathedral and gathered together, a large number of beaded pipes drained with the original pipes (or his view was limited), no more than ten yards from where he stood.
If he had ever mastered the most elusive magic that could allow a magician to pass through solid matter without being harmed, then he could have walked directly to the part of the meeting, and his master would definitely wait, without a doubt, looking away, watching See if the intruder can prove that he is a valuable audience through the silent engine. What will happen when he finally ascends the throne? Does the creator's whispers make these huge engines move, and get his toughness and cruel rewards by showing the devil's masterpiece in his work?
He focused his gaze on the converging arteries, and then accelerated his pace, moving toward the place where they collected above them. One turn, another turn, another turn: The maze is still taunting him until now, until he turned the last turn and found that his journey was over.
Lee Hae went to the last step and stood in front of the masterpiece of the priest: the broken remains of Lucifer's bunker door. Rana followed, McDonald and Dale arrived last. They all turned a blind eye to the same thing. The marble floor and ceiling suddenly split only twenty yards from where they stepped. The cracks spread in all directions, and some of them stretched to a zigzag shape under the feet of tired travelers.
"What the is this?" Li Hao said.
In Li Bad's words, a troubled voice came from the room.
"Lee Bad? Is that you?"
"Mixia!" Li Bady shouted.
"Mai Xia! My God, girl! Where are you?" Mai Dong said.
Mai Xia appeared at the door, clutching the frame tightly to get support.
"Oh, my star!" she said. "It's you! I don't believe it, but the truth is!"
Li Huai stopped seeing her state. Although Felixon’s magical techniques relieved her pain, they did not take any measures to heal her broken body, which is now a mass of purple-red bruises and tears.
"Jesus Christ! Did he do it to you? I killed-"
"Lee Badi, hug me, you fool." He did.
"Li Huai will take you out of here. Fix it where-"
From the dusty shadow behind her, stepped on the tallest and most expansive demon Li Huai had ever witnessed: the soldier of hell. Li Badi reached for the gun. McDonald, Dale and Lana also fell in love with the horrified guards at first sight. They all made their own weapons.
"Mai Xia!" Li Hao said. "Behind you!"
"Lee Bad Damour. Don't touch that weapon. "If they didn't carry and protect me, I wouldn't be here. There will be no fights here. Did I forbid you to hear me? "
"Mai Xia..." Li Hao said, his dissatisfaction with this situation was manifested in the way he said her name.
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