Chapter 743

"Here is -"

As soon as they entered the micro portal, the shrill singing in their ears also climbed to the high peak - soshyan realized that they were close to the birthplace of singing.

This is a mysterious passage full of light and color. Through the dark optical cable embedded in the two walls, they took several turns in the corridor and stepped into a dome ring room.

But then, the scene in the room made soshyan stop at the porch and aroused Veronica's scream of disgust and fear.

The green and blue light cables gathered from all directions to the ring room meandered and imprisoned a thin green skin in the middle of the floor tile. The dark blue turbulent flame soaked him in it. His neck was held back into a trembling shrimp shape. His scorched and bubbling hands were twisted into sad animal claws by extreme pain, and every inch of his skin was cooked into a boiling soup on the stove.

Its face was even more frightening. The melted and disappeared eyeballs left a pair of empty eye sockets behind. The severely distorted face was creepy, and the roar of pain poured out of his choking voice.

No matter how he tried, he couldn't escape the endless torture. Although his body was wriggling and shrinking because of pain, he couldn't move his feet away from the convergence of optical cables.

"The emperor is up, what's the situation?"

Soshyan slowly approached the burning green skin, and a cold air field overflowed around him, enabling him to shuttle freely in the heat of the prairie.

When he was only a short distance away, the song was full of deception. After listening carefully to the melody, he realized that the truth was actually covered up under a layer of artificial Camouflage - green skin was indeed screaming. No doubt, it was witchcraft and evil methods that made the sad sound like honey.

So he stretched out his hand to explore the flickering flames.

The etheric energy has launched a fierce contest with the dark field, hitting bursts of strong and powerful psychic waves.

"He was used as fuel and turned into a living cell."

Veronica looked at the circular pattern at the foot of the green skin in the distance. While eliminating the noise mixed with screams and movements in her ears, she studied the working principle of this energy prison.

"He is supplying energy for this area, and this design is quite original... I said how suddenly a green skin was missing."

"Originality? I think it's crazy."

Soshyang shook his head, pulled out the plasma pistol from his waist and aimed it at the center of Green's eyebrows.

"No, no, No."

Veronica quickly said:

"His death will interrupt the energy cycle here."

"What do you mean?"

Soshyan put away his gun.

"He is just a small node in the whole psionic energy system. If you rashly terminate the continuity of this system..."

The girl of the spirit family raised her head and glanced at the round arch above her head.

"The whole area will be paralyzed, trapping us here and blocking all the roads to its core."

"The whole area?"

Soshyan put the gun back in its holster.

"What are these rooms? These are made by the spirit family?"

"I guessed that it was made by the spirit clan of beiyetan, but now it seems that... It should be the ancient green skin that used some of beiyetan's technology."

Veronica pointed to the winding carvings around her.

"These are talisman patterns transformed by green skin, which are similar to those we have seen by the river, but they are different. I saw a small number of green skin characters. Obviously, they obtained this short-distance transmission technology from beiyetan a long time ago and created..."

She then hesitated for a moment, not being sure of her judgment.

"... built some kind of temple, perhaps an altar for rituals? The reason why green Pi returns here again at this moment is mostly to take these secrets and powers as his own."

"There's some powerful weapon hidden here? Some strange thing?"

"I don't know."

Soshyan nodded slightly and walked away from the burning human figure in the middle of the room, towards the curved wall and taboo incantations engraved in the floor tiles.

Veronica walked beside him and brushed her fingers gently across the ancient wall.

"These rooms are very old, even quite old. If you can carefully rub down the symbols here, it will be of great value."

"We don't have so much time."

Hearing soshyan's conversation, Veronica sighed and looked away from the runes.

"We can't act rashly now. If we destroy the fragile energy balance, all the surrounding rooms will be sealed and escape into the boundless darkness again."

Veronica's vision penetrated the barrier of the material horizon and cast a bright blue shadow on her pupil.

A moment later she recovered and said:

"Also, this area is not entirely within the scope of reality."

Then she tapped the glittering floor with her sword.

"This material is not a 100% physical cosmic creation. It can be roughly understood as a complex of reality and illusion. Remove the entities contained in it, and most of the remaining mass comes from the existence of other planes."

After listening, soshyan shook his head in confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Anyway, as long as you know, this material doesn't come from our universe, so you can isolate all the prophecies and divinations of the galaxy. Even if it is stronger than the evil god of sub space, you may not be able to see the hidden things... How did those oaks do it in those years?"

Veronica finally glanced at the tortured green skin and stepped forward into the corridor on the opposite side of the room.

"Let's go."

When the two broke into the next room, more songs came from the darkness, which made soshyan have a strange illusion - is he in a magnificent underground theater?

The flat tone and rhyme of the song are frighteningly familiar. Many words and rhymes in the music are the same as the poems and songs used to describe faith - it is like that the once pure and simple values have been divided into two at a certain point in the past, half continue to flow and evolve, while the other half has fallen into the abyss of distortion and turned into a hybrid deformity of evil and evil.

After they followed the blue line under their feet for more than an hour, the terrain under their feet began to change from downhill to uphill, and the steps began to become higher and higher.

They began to go up the steps all the way. Every half minute or so, they passed a huge statue - they were all giant OKs in luxury armor, each wearing a huge silver horn helmet, and the giant axes and weapons in their hands remained as new after thousands of years.

Somehow, seeing their lifelike faces, soshyan felt that they would move again, roar again and kill again in the next moment——