Frankimir's rude behavior made Kafka very angry.

Kafka was furious and extinguished the "Frost Mecha" burner and jumped out of the crib-like operating chair.

At this time, everyone followed, behind Frankimir, into this majestic and splendid palace, and no one stayed to wait for Kafka.

This is a luxurious and wide entrance hall, with a red floor stall and a golden staircase. At the bottom of the staircase, there are twelve life-size copper ballerinas on each side of the staircase.

Driven by gears and bearings, these bronze ballet statues rotate incessantly, producing a crisp and pleasant sound. They gradually circle into a circular dance floor, like the earth, both autobiographical and orbital.

Up the golden staircase, on the terrace on the second floor, is a tall pipe organ. The pipes, emanating from the seven angels hovering over the organ, extend to every corner, completely integrated with this magnificent building. In the dimness, the brass-colored pipes shine with a dazzling golden light.

On either side of the foyer, there are arches of Roman columns, and next to them, there are unclothed marble statues like warriors of Sparta and maidens of the Acropolis.

Inside the arch are long corridors lined with slender carved windows and expensive Impressionist paintings, at the end of which a closed wooden door is formed.

Frank Mill looked at the beautifully crafted ballet bronze man in a daze, and the perfect mechanics and driving skills made people breathtaking, and couldn't believe that there could be such a wonderful mechanic in the world.

Raul was dumbfounded by the golden staircase, and he lay on the ground, trying to figure out if it was made of gold. He thought that there must be a lot of gold hidden in the house, or at least a lot of treasure, as the story usually says. Ancient palaces, endless treasures, and maybe beautiful princesses.

Yulia walked down the hallway to the left of the foyer, a clear glass door with gold trim embedded in it, dim enough to see inside the door was a living room.

The five prison guards followed closely behind Yulia, and the idea of heroically saving the beauty made them realize that at this time, a beautiful woman should not be allowed to act alone.

Six people walked into the living room almost at the same time, and the room was unusually richly furnished, which could be described as a poor luxury. An imaginary painting of great majesty, occupying almost an entire wall, framed in what appears to be made of pure gold.

Yulia and the five prison guards were dumbfounded, they wandered around the living room, they had never seen such a lavish scene. Although Yulia visited the Kremlin with her parents as a child, she felt that the place was more imposing.

Among them, there was only Fraser, the idler, indifferent to everything, who leaned against the gate and looked aimlessly left and right.

"I say! It's so weird in this place, we'd better all stay together and not go our separate ways. If something happens, it's good to take care of each other. Kafka said as he stood under the porch, and it seemed that he had managed to crawl out of the "frost mech". His fat belly always makes it difficult for him to pass through the mecha hatch.

Before Kafka could finish speaking, he felt something behind him, making a strange "grunt, grunt".

Kafka turned his head cautiously, stunned by the sight before him.

Just behind him, from the foot of the "Frost Mecha" standing in front of the marble steps, three terrifying monsters that resembled Tibetan mastiffs slowly walked out.

The appearance of the three monsters is very similar to that of a Tibetan mastiff, but they have the long sharp horns of an antelope on their heads, and the tail behind them seems to be a stout petaled python, although the appearance is strange and terrifying, but it is not offensive.

They weren't as disgusting as the monsters that appeared in the burrows before. They feel like they are naturally living on Earth.

It's just that these monsters are a little too scary, and it is better to say that they resemble Tibetan mastiffs, but they are completely "Kemera beasts" that came out of Greek mythology.

Kafka had never seen such a monster, but when he saw it for the first time, he thought of the ancient Greek "Kemera mon". Could it be that what they came to was not the summer resort of the king of the northeast, nor the palace of the nobles of Tsarist Russia, but really came to hell and came to the back garden of Hades, the king of Hades.

The confusion in his heart greatly deepened Kafka's fear. This made him completely confused and at a loss. Everyone in the world is trying to do everything they can to get as far away from hell as possible, but they came uninvited and took the initiative to find the door.

The three monsters had hideous faces, baring sharp and sharp teeth, their jaws flowing with thick saliva, and the snake's head on their tails was raised high, assuming a posture of attacking at any time.

Kafka was already a master of the six gods, and he didn't know what he could do, so he just stood dumbfounded, waiting for the monster to pounce on him.

At this critical moment, from the foyer came the roar of AK47 rifles when firing continuously. In an instant, three monsters leaping high, their flesh and blood blurred, fell one after another on the marble steps under the porch. The white steps were instantly dyed bright red.

Looking at the dead monsters on the ground, only a fraction of a second away from themselves, if they hesitated for a moment, they would bite off, Kafka's neck. The fear in Kafka's heart is naturally self-evident, and fortunately, he is still alive.

"Are you alright?" Fraser asked, he was the one who shot him.

"I ...... I'm fine! It's just a false alarm, what the hell are these guys? Where are we? Is this hell? What is this place? Hades' palace? Kafka let out a sigh of relief, pretended to be calm, and then babbled on and on.

He didn't dare to turn his face back, lest he reveal his frightened heart.

The roaring gunfire made everyone rush back to the porch, looking at the three monsters lying in a pool of blood, and feeling an inexplicable fear. There is indeed a danger lurking in this place, a danger that they are not aware of and that they are not aware of.

At this time, Raul said in a puzzled tone: "This seems to be the Kemera Beast, which was once a secret weapon developed by Germany during World War I, and is regarded as the most perfect biochemical beast. Until World War II, almost no one, except for a few German biologists, knew that this incredible creature existed. But the question is, why is it here? Are we in Germany? It couldn't be, we only walked for seven hours. It is impossible for even China to go, let alone Germany, which is far away in Europe. ”

"The German biochemical beast, if it is really a German biochemical beast, why did it appear in the Far East of the Soviet Union?" Yulia asked inexplicably.

"Could it be that after the end of the war, the Soviet side obtained the technology developed by Kemeramon. Although this possibility is very high, there are still many places that do not make sense. Kemera grows very slowly, and it takes twenty years to grow to such a size. The problem is that less than ten years after the end of the war, even if the Soviets acquired the technology and bred the Kemeramon, it would only be a Kemera in a juvenile state, and it could not be such an adult beast. Raul said.

"Could it be a prisoner of war, just like the Nazi prisoners of war, the Kemera beast became a prisoner of war and was domesticated by the people who lived here." Franky Mill asked.

"This is impossible, Kemera beasts can only be domesticated once, which means that they have only one master for life. It is for this reason that the Germans will be enthusiastic about this secret weapon, which is easily domesticated, but also absolutely loyal. Raul said.

"Sounds like you know a lot?" Frazier, who had always been silent, suddenly asked.

"Truth be told, during World War II, I domesticated a Kemera beast, so I know their habits very well." Raul replied.

"In that case, they might really be Hades' pets, which gives me a very ominous feeling." Kafka said in a snarling voice.

His face finally regained some blood, and he was shaken off the horror. Kafka looked up at the dirty maroon sky, and the smoke was billowing into the sky from afar.

There was not a ray of sunlight in the sky, nor a trace of moonlight, and it was impossible to distinguish between day and night, like the hell of eternal night, and everywhere there was a dead silence floating in the sky.