The place he remembers most is Raphael's tomb, which is indeed much more modest compared to the imperial tomb of the emperor and general, but this mausoleum, designed by Raphael himself and built by Michelangelo, is perfect in every way. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info's brilliant golden ratio allows him to create complete and exquisite structures with minimal materials.

The scenery there was almost perfect, Qin Yunhao knew it in his heart, and at the same time turned around and entered another passage leading to the Botticelli promenade, he knew that the perfect place was a dead end.

He vividly remembered what had happened when he first visited Santi's mound two years ago, it was also dusk, he stepped out of the small door in the wall curiously, and out of longing for the beautiful scenery he continued to walk a short distance into the mountain, the Cumberland Mountains at dusk were beautiful, the gentle sunlight caressed the tender notes, and the angular granite bathed in the sun was as clear as jade.

Qin Yunhao was stunned that this place called the Jedi still had such a side, but he didn't dare to indulge, the crimson remnant sun was getting weaker and weaker, he had to rush to the chapel as soon as possible, and when he was about to return to the door, the clear sound of the door closing made his heart tremble.

"Hey, don't go!" He shouted loudly from afar, and it took him another minute to persuade the doorman to open the little door as he ran to the door, and within a few seconds of him entering, there was a muffled sound on the iron door, which was evidently the sound of a beast slamming down on the door, and for a moment his heart was pounding.

It was the only time he had been so close to death before, and the doorman had taken the opportunity to ask him for a crystal pendant that meant so much to him on the grounds that he was a "lifesaver".

I still remember that face vividly, Qin Yunhao shook his head as he walked, this damn Austin has never been kind.

How can living in such a holy place not make his heart a little cleaner, this guy, lying without even blinking an eye.

The 300-meter-long Botticelli Gallery consists of only one painting - the "Picture of Hell" made by him, and the 30 meters are a visual representation of a layer of hell, with ten evil ditches running through the ten layers of hell, and sinful souls are punished by the devil in the evil ditches.

This is the first floor... The seductress whipped by the devil moans in pain, and the slightly dim light reflected on the walls makes the distorted soul even more hideous. They will be subjected to more and more cruel punishments in hell again and again.

The pain is just the beginning, and every visitor who comes here can't help but think about it, and as it goes deeper and deeper, the cold aura becomes more and more prominent, followed by the sycophants soaked in human dung, the magic stick with their legs struggling in mid-air, the soothsayer whose head is screwed behind his back, the filth officer trapped in the boiling asphalt, the hypocrite who is clasped by the heavy lead coat, the thief who is bitten by the poisonous snake, the deceitful who is burned by the flames, the soothsayer who is pulled out by the devil, and finally, The unrecognizable and rotten counterfeiters roared at the visitors countless times, the lights became darker and darker, and the real hell descended to the human world in just a moment, and the dry bones on the demon's hands almost touched the visitor's neck, and the three-dimensional effect under the light and shadow added to the authenticity of hell.

Qin Yunhao knew the historical significance of this corridor, and during the reign of Richard II, it was given the title of "miracle" as soon as it was completed, and Botticelli, who realized the first concretization of the image of "hell", became famous, and after that, he only accepted the design requested by the Pope himself.

From here through the hell, Qin Yunhao walked through the corridor one step at a time, his progress was very slow, he had to take seven or eight minutes in each layer of hell, and then he looked at the devil one at a time, the demon with horns on his head tore a large corpse into pieces, and the three headed demons devoured the rotten soul to their heart's content—before he could ascend to heaven...

Thomas leaned leisurely against the stone wall on the inside of the spire, the natural green made him feel comfortable, and the last rays of sunlight slid down his side face, taking away the last shred of warmth.

As night approached, Thomas looked at the majestic Presley Hall, his head spinning in circles.

There, the quietest and most wonderful place after nightfall, he couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, and rushed down the spire, he would surely come, and I would be the first hunter to eat meat.

It's an hour's journey...

He smiled confidently, and he was ready to win the game.

A shrill invective sounded next to Santi's mound, and the tired knights' faces had already lost the excitement they had had received from dozens of minutes ago, and they were racking their brains at the moment to make a quick conversion, but no matter what they wanted, their opponents seemed to be more familiar with the place than they were.

So a strange special feeling arose in my heart, a sense of shame? In the past, they wanted to complain about the weakness of their opponents, but now they were caught off guard by their intelligence.

Just let me see his shadow! Chris frowned, banishing the powerful anger out of his body.

Did he hook up with Austin? So which path will Austin show him the way forward?

This noble waltz will be all the more gorgeous because of its intricacies, but in reality, at least for them, it is not necessarily a good thing.

Then, if I am going to cross Hell, call to my dear Virgil, who alone can get me through in peace.

Dear Doré and Botticelli, if you have given me the right inspiration tonight, I will dedicate you a great eulogy.

Chris greeted and walked silently towards the Botticelli promenade, behind him, the same white phalanx.

Who else can help me? There is no one but God.

It will be an unprecedented struggle, and I will win with wisdom.

He held the pendant on his chest, it would glisten in the bright light, and before dawn came, it was time to march towards victory.

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