2327 Chapter 645 Basilica of Basilica

The smell of blood.

As soon as I stepped out of the staircase entrance, it seemed that in an instant, I stepped from one world to another.

The eyes are still full of dark red tones. It's richer than the one in the Temple of the World Stone. What you put in your nose, and even what you taste when you stick out the tip of your tongue, is a thick, hot salty smell.

Adventurers familiar with blood. In an instant, you will know that this is exactly the smell of blood, and it is like fresh blood splashed from the weapon that you have swung down.

Thick, slippery, disgusting, with unprecedented evil and killing, and even a faint demonic whispering temptation in the ears. If an ordinary civilian stepped into this place, he would lose his mind in an instant and turn into a killing machine.

An extremely intense dark red. The scene in front of you is dyed with heaviness and oppression, as if you are in a sea of blood, and it takes twice as much effort to raise your hands and feet as before.

The gray dark red gaze seemed to dye his eyes bright red, turning into a demon full of tyrannical killing consciousness.

Knock knock knock one

The deepest part of that dark red. There was a strong and powerful sound of agitation, as if a huge heart was beating regularly, and every time it completed a powerful expansion and contraction, a huge and suffocating vitality surged out.

The color of the blood, the thickness of the blood, and the taste of the blood in front of the eyes give people who come here an illusion.

The Stone Temple of the Whole World. In fact, it is the inside of the body of a huge and incomparably large being, and those temple passages are criss-crossing blood vessels, and all the way to here, they are already thick arteries close to the heart.

This is the destruction of the miè throne, the first impression I made when I stepped here.

I really can't imagine that if the analogy I just made is true, the three floors of the huge temple are just some capillaries of life, and I can't imagine how huge the body of this life is.

I'm afraid that even the entire Arret Mountains can't accommodate its body, but can only lie down and curl up, and when I think about it like this, I feel as if it has been suppressed under the Arrett Mountains by some even larger being.

Thinking of the boundless Arrett Mountains and the body that could not be accommodated, my heart couldn't help but be shocked and worshipped.

Anything, even a dead thing, when its body is large to a limit, is a kind of power, just like an inconspicuous stone on the side of the road, if its volume is magnified by 100 million billions of times, then it is a being that surpasses God.

Of course, the above qiē is a fictional thing made up of his rich associations and imagination as an otaku, to put it bluntly, it is like occasionally seeing a flower cat on the side of the road, through guò constant association, until I think of the tall markinged tiger, and then scream and run away, scaring myself.

The map of the little fox is not available here, but after a glance at the surroundings, I can judge that the terrain of the throne is not complicated, and it is full of a kind of vastness and grandeur, as if a large hall is connected to a large hall. There aren't too many twisty labyrinth passages.

Moreover, the heart-like sound of agitation from the depths is more like a lighthouse bright enough to bring the light of the sun down, and if you follow the direction of the sound, you should be able to reach Baal's throne.

It is only natural that the monsters in the Miè Throne are not as mixed as outside, and this is no longer Barr's courtyard or the door of the house, but the inside of the house, leaving only the strongest, most loyal, and most capable soldiers and servants.

So, there are only two kinds of monsters in it, and one of them, I'm afraid I don't need to say it again, anyone can guess it, they are the King of Death of Baal's Guards!

As Barr's most trusted personal soldier. The King of Death has more than one step stronger than their lower-level Hell King, and each Reaper King has the strength of a boss-level Hell King.

It can be imagined that even the King of Death of the team is equivalent to more than ten boss-level Hell Kings, and the strength of the King of Hell is believed to have been experienced by every adventurer in the World Stone Temple.

Luckily, as the Baal Guards, the Bleach King's advancement is extremely demanding, and there aren't many of them.

If it is like the group of hell kings blocked at the exit of the third floor of the temple, there are two large groups and more than two hundred of them, I am afraid that the task of the World Stone test given by the alliance will have to be changed, no longer to kill Baal, but to carefully infiltrate the king of destruction and kill a few small teams of the king of the god of death and the like.

At this stage, even the elite adventure team cannot challenge the Grim Reaper with more than one team.

And the other kind of monster is the same name as the Hell Demon Woman, but the Hell Witch is stronger, they are like the Li Sheng sisters of the Hell Demon Woman, both in appearance and various abilities, they are almost the same.

Of course, there are other places where they can be distinguished, such as the fact that the Witch of Hell has two more sharp demonic horns on her head than the Witch of Hell, which makes them look more tyrannical and hideous than the Witch of Hell.

However, this kind of horn is probably a symbol of beauty in hell, and it is these witches of hell, not the witches of hell, who can be honored to stay in the house of Baal as servants.

Although the strength of these Hell Witches is stronger than that of Hell Witches, compared to Hell Witches, you can know that even if they are stronger, Hell Witches are also very good characters among other monsters.

A profane warrior, or a giant frozen spirit, can easily take out a Witch of Hell, let alone the King of Death.

Thus, these witches of hell can be qualified to enter the house of Baal, on the one hand. It's because of a demon king, it is impossible to have only soldiers and no maids to serve.

On the other hand. It is said that the hell witches have wisdom that is not inferior to that of humans, which of course refers to their real bodies rather than projections, and the Bal family has a great business, and it is impossible for one person to take care of it, so these hell witches who are think tanks have such a high status.

Of course, these are all rumors in the bar, and the question of credibility is that Ren sees Ren and the wise see wisdom.

In a word, the only thing that is truly terrifying to the adventuring party that comes here is the King of Death. As for the Hell Witches, perhaps the mage class should have a small headache for their bloody mana curse, and the warrior class should slow down their damage deepening and defense weakening curse.

When it comes to threats, they are far inferior to the King of Death.

The road moved along with the sound of the heartbeat. We've finally met the Grim Reaper and got a glimpse of them as the Demon King's Guard.

These Death Kings are completely different from the previous low-level varieties of the Moon King, the Blood King, and the Hell King.

From the Moon King to the King of Hell, from them, they can only feel the same violent and murderous aura as other monsters, and at best, they are one stronger than other kinds of monsters

"The mouth is like a house ant and a sword crocodile ant, although the latter is stronger, but it is still an ant all the time. The top can't be pinched lightly.

The King of Death, however, has undergone a qualitative change, they have a unique bright yellow skin, and there is even a faint golden golden light revealed in it, compared with the lower level of the King of Hell, the madness on their bodies is lighter. On the contrary, it gives people a feeling that they can't explain clearly, and they have to explain in my suffocated language. That is the nobility of evil, the holiness of depravity.

This, it is the projection that gives people such an aura, I really don't know how terrifying the strength of these entities of the King of Death is, I am afraid that his blood bear is not the opponent of any one.

However, these projections can still be handled, just to hone yourself and small.

Compared to Xiaoxue, who is still comfortable dealing with several at the same time, I can only deal with one without moving. If two Death Kings were to come at me, I would probably be in a dilemma, after all, the Death King was more than a star and a half faster than the King of Hell, and it was difficult for the kite stream to spread.

Those hell witches, under the strong strength of the King of Death, the threat is also multiplied, and any defense curse is down, and the already terrifying two-handed axe of the King of Death is even more bloody, and being rubbed is enough for me to frown.

After being entangled with the King of Death a few times, I hated these witches of hell who I thought were not a big threat, even more than the King of Death who was supposed to be the culprit.

People are such tangled creatures, if they are attacked by a strong enemy, it will be nothing, on the contrary, if they are originally a weak enemy in their own eyes, then the situation is different.

So, every time these hell witches appeared, I would have the poisonous vines go up and greet them, eat them, give them to me hard, and turn these birdmen into a pile of fertilizer.

Although I'm not sure if the poisonous vine has an excretory function."

The destruction of the miè throne is not a big deal, of course, this is not big, and it is only relative to the labyrinthine temple in front.

One after the other, each with a large square area, connecting the entrance to the throne of destruction with the depths, it was the smoothest path I had taken in seven years of training, excluding the annoying King of Death and the Witch of Hell, of course.

Every time I passed through a large hall, I would count them carefully, and finally I passed through the twelve-fold dà hall, and the sound of my heartbeat became heavier and heavier, as if it sounded in my ears, and I couldn't help but look up.

A rectangular hall appeared in his eyes, and the hall was so deep that even the eyes of a druid could not see the scene on the other side.

However, the style of the main hall that was completely different from the one I passed through attracted my attention.

In the central aisle of the main hall. Two rows of huge stone pillars, stretching straight into the depths of the main hall, are carved with sculptures of demons. One by one, they come to life, as if they can come back to life at any time.

There are countless large braziers on both sides of the stone pillar, on which are burning with raging black flames, constantly jumping fireworks, strangely depicting hideous and painful faces, not crackling firewood, but painful wails.

Although I can't see the scene in the depths of the main hall, if I look straight at my eyes, I can feel that there seems to be a pair of creepy eyes staring at me, and these eyes are not evil, there is no conspiracy, but the purest ruin.

Under the absolute power, light and darkness, good and evil, love and hate, a qiē are all embellishments, and only destruction brings by power, and only destruction is power.

This is the original will of the Great Demon God Baal as the god of destruction.

Here, there is no doubt that the palace that destroyed the miè throne.

As a projection of Baal, the will shown in front of him is not strong, but the purity in it is undiminished, you can imagine how terrifying this pure will will be when facing the real Baal, under the power of its body, I am afraid, just a thought can destroy itself.

When you come here and feel this will, any adventurer will have a stronger idea of what a terrifying enemy they are going to face, which is undoubtedly a test of the adventurer's mind.

Even if you can live forever. I don't know what year or month it will be before I really face Baal, maybe a hundred years later, or maybe a hundred years later, maybe there will never be a chance.

Imagine, if you were in the original world, you might not even be able to live to be eighty years old, so what is there not to be satisfied with?

I have to say that the optimistic spirit of otaku nature, at some point, has greatly made up for my lack of ambition.

It's better to think about it more and wait to kill this copycat demon king, what good things will break out, it's more practical, think of it. Rogge's third slashing soul suddenly burst into flames.

This Demon King Hall definitely has some illusion magic.

Walking inside, I am more and more sure.

When observing at the entrance of the main hall. My eyes were already telling myself with great certainty that my current position was about two hundred meters away from the first pair of stone pillars.

But I can be sure that I have definitely walked more than a kilometer now, and the pair of huge stone pillars in front of me still feel that there is still a distance of more than 100 meters, only a little closer, which makes people feel like they are running dead horses looking at the mountains.

Fortunately, the magic array does not seem to be used to hinder the progress of adventurers, and the stone pillar is not impossible to approach, but it has only narrowed the distance by many times, otherwise this is the magic labyrinth that is my biggest headache.

After counting step by step, I walked about 10,000 meters, and finally came to the foot of the stone pillar, where the two huge stone pillars on the left and right that had to be hugged by twenty people, against the backdrop of the raging black flames. It's like a gate to hell that towers in front of you.

At the moment of stepping over the stone pillar, there was a transparent energy barrier blocking his steps, and then, the stone pillars on both sides. Countless magic patterns appeared, and those demons carved on the stone maniac suddenly gave people the illusion of life.

No, not an illusion. Under my gaze, the statues' lifeless eyes suddenly came to life, and the eyeballs inside gurgled a few times, locking on to me one by one.

At first glance, it seemed as if the stone pillars on both sides had opened dozens of pairs of eyes, and although I was mentally prepared, I was still startled by the strange scene in front of me, and I calmed down after cutting the piece.

At this time, those dozens of pairs of eyes. It has struggled out of the stone pillar, slowly, sticking out of the head, neck, upper body, and body constantly struggling, looking like a worm parasitic on the stone pillar, terrifying and disgusting.

Seeing what they looked like, I couldn't help but be stunned.

Yo, isn't this the wet nurse of the adventurer, the sunken demon boy shoes that we haven't played in a long time?

This chapter is a bit difficult to write, there are only four words, tomorrow to see if it can be more than seven thousand, if not, it will be hallelujah.