In the dark world, there was a little sound of rain, as if countless large and small raindrops were falling from the sky, constantly washing. Orange flames ignited in such a humid space, and the flickering light of the fire gave a glimmer of light to the dark world.

Mecaren held up the torch in his hand and looked around, this was the cave under the wooden house, the ruins of Theodore found beneath here. It was unusually cold here, and the cold wind blowing in from somewhere lowered the body temperature of the two of them little by little, and the Macallen wrapped the thick military coat on his body, and his fluffy gloved hand clenched the torch, firmly grasping the only remaining light.

"This is supposed to be a relic left before the catastrophe, and there are still traces of the past in it." Theodore's golden pupils were particularly dazzling in the night, shining like jewels, and now he was in a half-dragon state, and the dragon's strong body made him no longer afraid of the cold and the darkness here. He stretched out his fingers, which were as thin as dead branches, and slashed across the stone wall beside him, above which was congealed frozen soil, and by the light of the torches, he could see the marks of the sharp chiseled with a knife.

"It's an unknown world and a demon's lair." Curse-like curses, next to the scythe and hammer medallions are delicately engraved with mysterious and ancient patterns. Although the handwriting is sloppy, the carved medal is clearly visible, as if the person left behind has exhausted all his strength to complete this sacred work.

"This is the national emblem of the Ursel Empire, and it is the pride of each of them." Theotama sighed softly as he rubbed against the uneven wall. "Before the catastrophe, it was a powerful empire across the Eurasian continent, and even the current governor's palace had only the order of submission in front of her." His tone was lamented, as if he was saddened by the fall of the empire.

"You know Ersel?" Macallen seemed to have heard of the term, and there was a twinkle in her eyes.

"I know, I've seen a name like that on a parchment scroll left behind." Theodore explained with a smile, the surrounding ice reflecting a beautiful white light in the light of the flames, "I think you know more about the past than I do, after all, you have experienced that dark and bloody history firsthand. Wearing heavy leather boots and stepping on the crackling water, he walked step by step into the darker depths.

Beneath the front was a large crater, a near-straight vertical passage into the ground. At the edge is a rudimentary staircase built by hand, coiled down like an ugly snake, and the rough workmanship seems to have been cut straight out with simple tools. The smooth walls of the cave also had small eyes for placing torches at intervals, extending into the darkness, and some of them still had the remnants of burned torches.

There are all kinds of signs that in the past, there was a brightly lit scene here, and countless fires illuminated by the entire underground World Cup, and everyone used the most primitive and simple iron pickaxe to knock down the ground here that was harder than granite, and used time and life to dig out such a huge underground world.

"What's down there?" Mecaron stood on the edge and watched warily at the abyss-like tunnel leading below, the rising chill of which was like some kind of whispered warning that this was a forbidden place.

"This is the initial beginning of some kind of nightmare." Theodore shook his head without giving much explanation, and he took the lead in climbing the cold stone wall and walking down. The leather boots on his feet stepped on the smooth staircase, and the crisp rustling sound echoed in the bottomless holes. The tunnel was steep, and every step had to be taken with great care, and he drove with ease, undulating in the darkness without fire.

Mercarron did not hesitate and followed in his footsteps towards the unknown world. He inserted the torch into the small eye, walked a few steps and removed it and inserted it into the next eyehole. His body sank in steps, around the smooth ice wall into what Theodore called a nightmare.

"I've been there a few times, and every time I see that scene, I'm only deeply shocked!" Theodore below spoke loudly, his tone tinged with excitement, as if a show-off kid was taking his buddy to look at his new toys with an irrepressible excitement. "You've never known what I mean by shock until you've seen it like that, and when you see the creation of the world, you know what the most beautiful thing in the world is." He babbled like a fanatical orator, muttering incessantly.

"How did you discover this place?" Mecarron asked. He had planned to go back to his room with the fireplace to sleep, and use his sleep to get through the icy weather while waiting for the freighter to arrive. But as he was leaving, Theodore mysteriously told him that there was a place he had to see, and that it was at their feet, and that he would not waste much time. Macallen nodded in agreement, and when Theodore lifted the floor of a corner of the dilapidated wooden house, it was as if a mysterious door had been opened, and the darkness that could not see the bottom reflected in their retina presented the intersection of the new world. Like a passage to another world in mythology, no one knows whether there are demons or angels hidden underneath.

"You know, I'm just not idle, and it's not my style to stay in the lab every day without worrying about eating and drinking." Theodore, in the darkness, responded loudly, and the sound waves reverberated around him. "So one day, by chance, I discovered such a passage, an underground world sealed with mysteries."

"What about the lab?" Macallen picked up the torch and exhaled a hot and moist breath in his mouth, the cold breath beginning to gradually invade his nostrils, and with each breath his lungs contracted with a deep tingling pain, like a fine ice mist being inhaled and pounding inside.

"Very good, no different from the original. I've kept all the things you left behind in the freezer when you left, and there's still a lot left over for food, and I won't need supplies for decades. ”

"Really?" Mercaren tried to calm her breathing as much as she could, slowly moving her body downward, little by little. His heavy snort echoed through the empty world, like a twitching bellows. "Theodore, how long do we have to get to the end, it's so cold in here, I can't hold it anymore." His face was a little red, like he couldn't breathe. Although he will train rigorously every day, no matter how strong his body is in such extreme weather, he can't ignore it like Theodore, at most it can only reduce his symptoms.

"It's here!" Theodore stopped, jumped down the stairs, and skimmed the last bit of the trail. The dull sound of thick leather boots stepping on the ground heralds the end of the road. He spread his arms and easily took the Macallen, who was still on top. The two of them were down-to-earth and stood on the land of the New World.

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"Mecarron look up!" Theodore shouted, and he trotted all the way to light the miner's lamps on the side with matches, and the faint light gradually gathered, illuminating the hollow world as if it were day.

When Mercaren looked up, he was greeted by a huge mirror-like wall, made of solid blocks of ice, as if slashed by the sword of God, surprisingly smooth. The most shocking thing is not the ice but the creatures frozen inside, the monsters that maintain the majesty of the emperor.

They were several meters tall, their black shells glowing in the light, and their long tentacles coiled around the dragon like the roots of an ancient world tree. The faces hidden under the heavy armor were calm and calm, and their eyes were silently closed with the light of God. They are like new creatures born in the Book of Genesis, with the perfect face of a human girl and the appearance of a monster, and the two are perfectly combined, making people intoxicated by their beauty. Even if a painter sees such a scene, his first thought is to find a paintbrush and record it on sketch paper, which is permanently sealed as a heirloom.

Macallen stared at the magnificent picture, his throat as if choked, unable to say any prophetic description, the perfect combination of beauty and ugliness, beyond his current understanding.

"It's ...... Deep? He stammered, not even daring to point his finger at what seemed to be creatures that had just fallen asleep.

"It's near-perfect in the form of the deep sea, but it's not perfect." Theodore sighed and drew closer, pressing his bloodless withered palm against the cold ice, and where he stood, Mercaren saw another scene that she would never forget, as if a moth seeking light saw the light of the fire, and his heart was ignited in an instant, and the blood began to surge in an instant.

It was a thrillingly beautiful girl, her pitch-black long play sprinkled, and even reddish blood-colored slender veins could be seen on her quiet and beautiful face, like a sleeping princess in a fairy tale waiting for the knight to wake up. A pure black lace dress outlined this charming carcass, revealing the white jade with white calves as white as clotted cream, and there was nothing on it, so smooth and smooth like a perfect work of art, no one dared to desecrate such beauty.

The slender and slender tentacles of the surrounding deep sea gently surrounded her, but there was no slightest touch, like the courtiers standing beside the emperor maintaining the greatest respect for her.

She is like a bright light, appearing in the very center, illuminating the whole world, and everyone should surrender, for no reason!

"That's what it is...... God! Macallon pushed Theodore, who was standing in front of him, away, and the face of God appeared in his eyes in its entirety. He trembled slightly and knelt down on one knee, as if he were meeting the venerable emperor, with a deep expectation in his eyes in addition to respect. "I've finally arrived! It's time to wait! This is the real king, this is the king of my dreams! He bowed with his arms raised and spoke in a fanatical tone like a devout believer, instantly igniting the cold around him.

There was an unknown flame burning in his eyes, destined to burn everything.