If Lu Zhengkang chose to sacrifice the lamb, he might see it drained by one of the totem poles.

The third lamb will die, but this is a hidden ending.

Every tower has made its own dying struggle in the face of the great destruction. The sapphire tower mages left this strange scene on the top of the tower, which seems to be imitating the apocalypse, but what is the truth is no longer known.

The voice of the regulator came from the communication crystal: "the third lamb has gone to heaven. Have you got the key?"

"Yes."

"Are you really going to that tower? There's no need to go there. " The regulator also wants to say, "that's the most humiliating memory of the Salvation Army in our whole multiverse magic side. It's really embarrassing for an outsider to explore it."

"I'm not an outsider, I'm the victim's family." Lu Zhengkang had come to the door of the Obsidian tower, opened the door with his key, and slowly pushed open the heavy carved black iron gate.

As a place where super legendary magic has been used, the whole tower has become a place of magic distortion. When Lu Zhengkang stepped into it, he saw a dark space, just like the plain under the vast night, dark and far away.

It reminds him of the scene in the temple of black eggs.

It's dark, clean and transparent. The air is not dull, light or heavy. It has no smell. When you breathe, you only feel that the air is a passer-by in your lungs. There is no trace when you come and there is no trace when you go. Temperature is also very appropriate, not high or low, so that the skin does not have the corresponding feeling. No dust, no impurities, no pollen, no skin debris, no microorganisms, only simple gases and elements.

Lu Zhengkang walked in like walking into the water. The words in the communication crystal were still coming out, but they were elongated.

"The time in the tower is slower than other places in the nameless island. This slowness will assimilate you. Don't stay in it more, otherwise, you will be banished by time," the regulator said slowly. "There are many unreasonable monsters in the Obsidian tower. You should be careful of them."

Regulators hang up and Lu Zhengkang moves on.

The priest called, "don't rush to the top of the tower. Go to the basement shelter first. There's a heresy there. Maybe you can get their help." He said that and hung up the phone. Obviously, like the regulators, he didn't want to recall everything in the Obsidian tower.

Lu Zhengkang went on. After passing the stone road, it was a small lawn. In the dark, the dark grass stems were stained with dew, and they were cool on the trouser legs, which made people notice for the first time.

Longhai releases two strange birds' sword Qi, bringing light around. On the lawn, there are some collapsed and damaged stone columns, with religious carved lines, and some stained with strange colors and different forms of blood. It seems that there has been a tragedy here.

The lights of the nameless island are all false, just like the old film, and the colors presented to the players are dumb and shallow, just like floating dust. Lu Zhengkang can almost feel that he has an ability: the ability to erase these false things. Of course, he did not have this ability, he was still in such an environment, but the feeling of emptiness in the tower gave him a silent tacit understanding.

It's as if I once had a deep connection with this emptiness.

Lu Zhengkang is hard to say. He can't express this feeling. He stands in the same place and wants to recall it, but he can't recall it. For more than 40 years in this life, these memories are like rosary beads in grandmother's hand. Every Rosary can be taken out for questioning. But has there ever been an end, a beginning or a break in this circle of rosary beads?

He couldn't say it. He heard the White Ape sneer in his heart.

So he no longer thought about it. Lu Zhengkang's heart was numb and the lamb died. Until now, he began to feel deeply disappointed.

The regulator called again: "outsiders, don't stay. Move on. The more you stay, the more dangerous you will be. In the Obsidian tower, don't stay. There is a past that no one wants to recall. You will not find the answer, only find your own pain."

After hearing this, Lu Zhengkang was curious about the past he didn't want to recall, but in order to finish the task as soon as possible, he put aside his thoughts and went on. He walked across the lawn and came to the wasteland. The first floor is really wide, and there must be a half plane. Can he still leave a half plane in a place where he has used super legendary time and space magic? Lu Zhengkang can't even use the void evasion method here, and the move sword technique can't work.

No, Lu Zhengkang frowned. The half plane here must have been destroyed. Now he just stepped into a remnant of the half plane that once existed here, a shadow left in time.

Through the wasteland, he saw the magic ladder well in the Stonehenge and continued to move forward. A pit appeared in the middle of the earth, leading to the basement. There were reverse water droplets flying up from the west side of the pit, like a trickle size reverse waterfall. Lu Zhengkang put a sword gas down to illuminate it. There was a small suspended platform below, a loess platform, and a reverse waterfall flowing out on one side Fly deeper, but suddenly a dark, disappeared in the deer Zhengkang induction, just like being swallowed by the monster in the dark.“……”

Lu Zhengkang held himself up with his sword Qi and slowly went down. There were many suspended platforms, each of which had a backflow of water drops. All the way to the depth, Lu Zhengkang saw a mass grave, piled up with a huge number of corpses, still dripping blood. From the plain white corpses, gurgling blood was pouring out. Every corpse was like this.

Blood never dries.

No, it's not a mass grave. Lu Zhengkang turns his head upside down and looks up at the mass grave. It's a sky of blood and bones. The eyes of the dead are countless stars, and the skulls of the dead pile up the moon.

The lower is the upper.

So, under the sky, where is the kingdom of crime and punishment?

Lu Zhengkang felt that the gravity of the nameless island was turning upside down, so he fell down and stepped on the mossy and smooth back of a suspended platform. At this moment, the world was also turned upside down. A miserable earth palace appeared in the void in front of Lu Zhengkang's eyes, and the bright red candle light swayed low in front of the Palace door.

This is the heretic sect.

When Lu Zhengkang reached the end of the suspended platform, a dark and red light step appeared in front of him. When he stepped on it, there was a solid, jade like support feedback, so he went along the light step.

All the way to the heretic sanctuary, the priest with black robes holding a ulnar candle to watch.

"Outsiders, do you want to embrace the glory of great destruction?"

"You believe in the great destruction itself?"

"Yes, isn't it the most natural truth to embrace the destruction and let the meaningless world be destroyed?"