Hain's body sank to the bottom of the water, like a withered autumn leaf wandering aimlessly in the water, Hain's soul was withdrawn from the body, and the heart had no sustenance, what is the meaning of life?

In this way, his mind wandered aimlessly, and I don't know how long it took for his body to touch the bottom of the water. His body limply landed at the feet of the huge figure. Beneath the massive stone sword, Hain's withered soul comforted there, the broken blade in his hand falling into the middle of the piece.

The miracle is the end of the lost path, and a light of strange colors pierces the surface of the water and reaches the sky. A stone door opened on the ground beneath the statue, comparable to the attraction of a black hole, sucking Hain's paper-light body inside. A dark shadow swam in the water, following Hain's body into the stone gate.

A few seconds later, the stone door closed with a 'dang' sound, and everything was back to square one, and the stone statue was still the same stone statue. It's just that the face eroded by the wind and rain seems to have a mysterious smile.

In a pitch-black world, a girl smiles at Hayne holding a fruit wrapped in ice crystals. Through the ice crystals, a beating heart-like black substance can be seen surging through the fruit. What is that? Why do you keep seeing this girl? Hain wanted to walk over and ask the girl, who are you?

When Hain reached out to touch the fruit, it was all gone. The black world was ablaze, and more than a hundred people fought each other, shouting to disturb the wind in the sky. Everyone's eyes were filled with blood-red murderous intent, and Hain kept calling their names, but these people fought like they were obsessed. His shouts were swallowed up by the smile of death.

One by one, familiar figures fell in front of them, and one by one souls left their homes and went into the distance. Hain grinned as he lifted the blade. Laughter is God's disguise, and laughter is a forbearant wound. For these hopeless souls, Hayne chose to destroy. What is powerless is that humanity has collapsed.

Hain's blade shone with the color of chaos, and what kind of ability it was, Hain himself had no way of knowing. He only saw himself all the way forward, and cut people when he saw them. Blood soaked his robes, his boots trampled countless corpses, and the light in his eyes was a terrible color that could not be named by any one color. This state is not the state of any kind of blade he holds. Is this indifferent god killer really himself? Hain couldn't believe his eyes.

Hain walked up and grabbed the familiar and unfamiliar self, a cold glance, there was no life in that indifferent eye, only killing. The knife that he didn't hesitate to cut Hain's self in half.

"Ah...... Ah......h This dream is so scary, and the self I don't know is too scary. Hayne clutched his heart, glad it was just a dream.

"Ino!" Hain suddenly remembered his blade, and he pulled out his scabbard, leaving only broken pieces under the hilt. Reality destroyed his imagination. He even came to his senses that the dead 'Ino' was just a dream of his own. But really, Hain couldn't summon that familiar voice.

He looked around, what was this place, and he remembered that he was dead, floating in the water. Is this hell? It was pitch black all around, and he could only forget the pain he had just felt for a while. He reached for the tinder and a cigarette in his pocket, which had been soaked with water, and Hain discarded the soaked part. Lit half a cigarette, swallowed the clouds and exhaled the fog, every time he smoked, he could forget those painful things, smoke is like an antidote, can relieve all unhappiness, but the effect of this medicine is too short-lived.

Hain choked on the smoke and coughed a few times, perhaps the sound had alarmed something, "Bump...... Touching ......" two rows of torches were lit at once, and the dim corridor suddenly lit up. Those bluestone bricks do not seem to be created by the financial resources of this era, the craftsmanship of these stone slabs is very exquisite, I don't know how many years of tempering, but the edges and corners are still clear, and the lines are still clear.

Hain temporarily bandaged the wounds on his body with his torn clothes, dragging his scarred body and staggering forward. The sound of shuffling footsteps echoed through the empty corridor, which was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it seemed that the ruins had not been visited by humans for a long time. The air in the corridor is still fresh, and the outside breeze is constantly blowing through Hain's hair, which is refreshing and pleasant. 'It's windy, there should be an exit to this place. How I got in, how I don't remember......' Hain wondered.

Unconsciously, Hain walked a distance, but the end of this corridor seemed to be swallowed by darkness, I don't know how long it was, and gradually Hain was a little puzzled. If this is a relic left by his predecessors, but why he has not encountered any mechanism to defend against tomb robbers until now, this is not logical, to build such a project underground, there must be a treasure of great value buried, since it is buried precious things, I am afraid that it is not reasonable to have no defense measures. Could it be that this promenade is not a mechanism, and the owner who built this place is confident that no one will be able to get out of this promenade.

Hayne traveled six or seven miles, and the walls of the corridor changed. The torches on the walls are gone, replaced by mysterious lamps. Hain took off a lampshade, and the glow inside turned out to be a small square, and the principle of these small squares to glow turned out to be the same as that of the blade. "These lamps are all small blades, could it be that there are living people here who are manipulating these lamps, and if there are people, what kind of master will they be to control so many lamps at the same time. ”

The walls of this section of the gallery are inlaid with frescoes, which are so exquisitely painted that Hayne may not know the art, but he can also see that they must have been made by masters. Hayne looked closely at the murals, which were undoubtedly a celebration of merit, all depicting the life of a hero.

Most of these murals are pictures of the hero in battle, and what makes Hain more concerned is the great sword in his hand, which looks like a blade on closer inspection. If it is a blade, then the problem of the lamp in this underground corridor is not difficult to explain, but this era seems to be hundreds of years!

Finally, I finished looking at all thirty murals, each of which was a battle. It seems that this hero should be a high-ranking officer in the army. Hain doesn't know anything about the history of the Adela continent, and in the eyes of his teacher, he is a poor student. He racked his brains and couldn't think of a hero with such feats.

Hain has always been a little concerned about something, because he has no ability to mangblade, his perception ability is much worse, but he always feels that someone is following him, and his back is always braving a cool breeze, and his spine is numb. Finally came to the end of the corridor, and a large gate stood in front of Hain, this gate should be made of jet-black meteoric iron, this material can absorb Lute, that is to say, it will not work to force it open with ability. The door is inlaid with two white wolf heads, with sharp teeth, and it is majestic. The wolf's feet trample on the territory of the continent of Adela. It was supposed to be some kind of family emblem, as if I had seen it somewhere, but I couldn't remember it.

"Forget it, it's really troublesome? Hain's memories were choked, and even if he thought about it, he couldn't think of the meaning of the family emblem. "Actually stepping on the territory of the Adela continent, what does this mean?Could it be that the former emperor, and I don't know if there is an emperor born in Ammir in the history of Adra?" Hain muttered to himself, leaning his face against the iron door, a cool feeling, as if there was wind in it.

Hayne looked around and carefully examined the surroundings, "Ugh...... It seems that there is no other way. At this time, the five chess pieces of different colors in front of the door attracted Haine's eyeballs, "This thing, I seem to have seen it...... Kindness...... By the way, I'm really forgetful, isn't that what lies beneath that statue?" Hain was a forgetful man, always misaligning people's names with their faces, and he didn't know how many times he had called Geist and Lort wrong before he remembered their names.

Each piece was carefully examined, and there was nothing on the piece except for what looked like a keyhole. "It's over, I don't have such a thing as a key, this shape?" The shape of this keyhole looks a little familiar, and there are too many familiar things to look at today. Hayne sat cross-legged under a chess piece and meditated.

"That's right!" Hain jumped up suddenly, "Is this key......?" he pulled out the blade from his waist, the broken blade making him feel a little sad. After looking at it for a long time, there are still some similarities. "Let's try!" Hain thrust the blade into the first blue piece.

"Boom...... Boom ......" The loud noise startled Hain, the chess pieces spun in a circle, the roof above his head was triggered by some mechanism, and a wisp of dust fell on Hain's head. "Well, it looks like we'll have to find a place to wash my hair. He grumbled as he dusted his head off.

In the corridor behind Haine, there was someone hiding there in the shadow of the light, and when he saw Hain open the first chess piece, he was overjoyed and unconsciously let out a wicked laugh.

"What kind of person?" Hain turned his head suddenly, and there was not a single ghost in the empty corridor, "Delusional? It seems that I heard laughter, there will be no ghosts, right?" Thinking of this, Hain unconsciously shivered.

Hain drew his blade and plunged into the second red piece, and as before, the piece spun. It's just that Hayne has the illusion that his blade has become heavier. Although the change is not obvious, but after years of getting along with Mangjian day and night, this change cannot escape Hain's eyes.

Hain pulled out the last cigarette in his pocket and smoked. "Alas...... 'Ino' are you getting fat!" Hain's heart didn't respond at all, "After following me for so many years, I couldn't make you fat, and now that I'm gone, it's a lot heavier." Alas...... Little Cub ...... Are you really ......" Hain's voice choked up a little at the thought of this.