Chapter 317 306. In the deliberate
darkness, Hades walked familiarly past the corpses lying on the ground. Those people looked like ordinary residents of the Perfect City. They wore robes with prayers embroidered on them, and they seemed like He suddenly collapsed while running.
Next to Hades, Cyrene covered her mouth tightly and tried to keep up with Hades's footsteps. The corpses looked like they were still alive, with fresh skins, but...but the insides had disappeared.
Cyrene carefully stepped over the arm of a corpse. She felt her heart pounding. Was this what the... being next to her did? Is this witchcraft? But is there really witchcraft that would blaspheme so much?
She glanced as faintly as she could at the giant next to her. He looked like some kind of mysterious and ancient being, but... didn't look evil?
No, Cyrene said to himself, you cannot tell good from evil by appearance.
Near them, soulless troops in black armor had been deployed throughout the exhibition hall. They held bolt guns and carefully inspected the exhibits in the exhibition hall.
Only at night do these exhibits collected from alien stars become terrifying under the shroud of darkness. The structure of the hall is very simple, it is just a large platform filled with various exhibits, and in the center of the hall, It is a tall imperial sculpture - a must-have sculpture in every perfect city building.
For some reason, the clock on the wall had stopped long ago. The complex device composed of exposed cables and a small steam engine, Cyrene remembered that it had never stopped working.
The hand above points to 07:00.
"Okay,"
she heard the black-armored giant mutter to himself,
"I hate these metaphorical things the most."
The giant walked straight to where he was going with a clear goal. They passed by the nine-handed Buddha statue. Nine inlaid pearls the size of eyeballs glowed with an eye-catching luster in the darkness; passing by a red gold sword stand with eight swords, the rust on it looked like dripping blood; passing by seven bundles of bundled wheat, It seemed to be densely crawling with maggots; passing by the hexagonal purple-red gauze tent, strange-shaped pillars were lying on the gauze...
Cyrene looked at them in amazement. These exhibits were hidden among the massive exhibits. On weekdays, It's not eye-catching, after all, there are even creations of human skin and bones in other exhibits - but as long as you walk along a specific route, tourists will definitely pass by them.
Finally, Hades stopped in the middle of the hall, next to the sculpture of the emperor. The statue of the God-Emperor was looking at them majestically, with empty eyes.
"Stay away."
Hades said softly. He listened to the cautious footsteps of the congratulated lady beside him. Hades took a deep breath, and the next moment, the surging darkness descended.
He raised his scythe -
"Bang!!!"
Hades hit the statue of the Emperor!
Cyrene covered her mouth and let out a short scream. Her eyes darkened and she couldn't stop praying to the Emperor in her heart.
The hard stone peeled off like a wall, revealing the rotten and dirty core inside. Waves of indescribable stench wafted out, yellow and white pus seeped out, and countless rusty iron chains stretched out from the bottom of the stone. The broken sword inside is locked in layers.
The broken sword was stained with rust, but it still looked extremely sharp. The obsidian sword had coquettish patterns flowing on it.
The sword seemed to have a life of its own, but it was obviously dying now. The moment the broken sword appeared in people's sight, the darkness around Hades instantly deepened.
The moment the stench wafted out, the black-armored soldiers around Cyrene pressed a helmet on her head as quickly as possible. At first Cyrene thought they were going to kill her, but when she realized After they tried to protect her, Cyrene quietly accepted the helmet.
Cyrene's mind was blank when she heard the giant whisper something she couldn't understand,
"Is it shipped, or is it SSR?"
"What the hell?"
The giant bent down and circled the broken handle hidden in the sculpture of the God Emperor. He turned the sword around a few times, muttering something about cursed swords and words that were not the right time. He looked extremely confused.
But after confirming that the sword currently posed no threat, the giant straightened up and walked towards her. Darkness fell on her, and she suddenly felt dizzy.
Completely different from just now, a majestic voice sounded,
"Madam, you see, this is why the perfect city must be burned."
He casually looked at the broken sword in the broken sculpture, like an old farmer who had just finished plowing the fields. He was holding the sickle, but his other hand was always on the pistol at his waist.
"There is obviously something wrong with your faith. I think the emperor is at least not like this. This...this is the truth. Can you understand it?"
Cyrene gasped. She was still immersed in the idea that the giant directly shattered the god. In the picture of the emperor's sculpture, the presence of the broken sword directly shattered her.
Why...why are there such unclean and dirty things in the God-Emperor's sculptures? Cyrene's brain was trembling. She was certain that the God-Emperor she understood and believed in was definitely not this kind of existence. Then...then what did they worship on a daily basis?
To have such a blasphemous presence buried in a sculpture of a god is...this is heresy...their faith is tainted? Or were they simply wrong? What exactly is going on?
Perhaps she was silent for too long. The giant in front of her scratched his head and seemed to be thinking about something. He spoke again,
"I can feel your piety... At least on this point, you don't need to question or waver. You may be right." I'm confused about this - ah, someone is looking for you, you go ask him."
"Who is looking for me?"
Cyrene spoke hoarsely, and the giant blinked,
"The one you most want to see...exists. "
Then the giant quickly added the next few sentences,
"This is not a place for you to stay. You have already seen the truth, and we obviously have no religious masters here. I have not read the Book of Sacred Scriptures or anything. If I had read I can still chat with you for a few words, so you can talk to someone who knows this, he is already here."
A series of words obviously completely blocked Cyrene's confused and thinking brain, and the strangeness emanating from this place was completely different from the giant itself. If it were different, Cyrene felt that he might have heard this tone often in the vegetable market.
She slowly erased the conclusion in her mind that this giant was a demon. A demon could not be... so kind and talkative.
She pursed her chapped lips. She had experienced too much in this night,
"You...what is your name, my lord?"
"Hades."
The giant said, instructing the soldiers to send her away. Smiling at her friendly and waving goodbye, she was like an audience member being rushed out of the theater. Cyrene was confused, and she slowly realized the original meaning of the word... "Pluto?" Next
,
she Looking back, I saw a middle-aged man standing on the moonlit street. He was wearing a plain linen robe, a wreath of thorns on his head, and his feet were bare.
ah?
Hades, who hurriedly sent the congratulated lady away, breathed a sigh of relief. After confirming that the lady was not contaminated, he decisively asked her to find the emperor.
Almost lost, Hades thought, what on earth is going on? We were in the Black Domain just now. The spiritual power here was not very strong, right?
Even now, the sword did not exude a strong psychic aura, and Hades easily suppressed it with the Black Domain.
But...
Hades looked back,
why is the old enemy sword here? Did Erebus steal it in advance? Isn't this the sword that later stabbed Horus and caused his fall?
Did he successfully draw SSR in advance?
Or... was this intentional by the Four Gods?
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