"Full Glorious Armament...... It's all here?"

Doug didn't believe that his luck would be like this, coupled with his cautious personality, his expression was still calm: "Are you sure?...... Can they all still be used?"

"What are you talking about?"

Fifian excitedly grabbed his arm several times: "This is an artifact! Unless it is destroyed by an equally powerful god, even if it is thousands of years later, it will still be as new as it was just made!"

"So, what about that one?"

Doug still didn't have an excited expression, his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the blade of the dagger drew Fifian's gaze to the withered corpse sitting in the high-backed chair: "Have you considered what kind of situation, or rather, what kind of enemy would allow a man in full glorious armor to die here, even to the point of throwing a staff as a weapon?"

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Linax, who had been reluctant to touch those rays of light, suddenly spoke, "He didn't throw his staff because he was at the end of his rope - it was a rare and exclusive spell that used an artifact as a seal to bind a powerful soul...... But something seems wrong here, the seal wasn't formed, the staff was just there......"

A churning shadow suddenly surged up on him, blocking the light of the many artifacts, and then floated down gently, approaching the dead man in full glorious armament, and studying it carefully.

Fifian immediately floated down, and Doug jumped down in style, but as he stood up, his eyes seemed to be attracted by the wall, and he leaned over cautiously to examine it carefully.

"There were no scars on his body and no signs of fighting. ”

Linax was quick to conclude that "the body in the chair has been dead for at least thousands of years...... It looked as if the man had arrived in full 'Radiance Armament', and after throwing the Aria of the Pious in his hand at the corpse on the chair, he suddenly fell to the ground and died...... Very unreasonable thing. ”

"Shall we see if there are any clues on him?"

Fei Fei'an asked like this, but his little hand had already stretched out, and with an excited light on his little face, the mechanical assistants rushed out, looking ready to 'clean' it in a big way.

"Linax!"

Doug beckoned to the black dragon over there, but his eyes were still fixed on the wall: "Come and see...... What caused these marks?"

The walls of the underground chamber were covered with traces of terror, as if they had been ravaged by a beast with countless giant hammers, and except for the wall where the entrance was still intact, the entire surface of the other walls was pitted, as if it had been smashed by force.

"A lot of magic and martial arts can do this, my lord. ”

Linax studied it carefully for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "It is impossible to distinguish only by these last traces. ”

"Hmm......"

Doug was still staring at the wall in front of him, stroking his chin thoughtfully. The wall was clearly not what it was from the beginning, and the remaining smooth surface at the joints with the floor and ceiling illustrates this, but I don't know what the purpose of this is?

Doug narrowed his eyes and began to look around the chamber. The walls of the four walls had been 'treated' in this way, and they were treated with great care, leaving no traces, and even the pieces that had crumbled off the walls had been carefully smashed into powder.

Then the answer is obvious, in order to destroy something on the wall - a picture, or a text, or maybe a magic array, in short, something carved on it - eh?

Doug, who was reasoning step by step, suddenly stirred at his feet, and the dagger in his hand immediately stabbed down like lightning, but as if cutting into a pile of dead leaves, it made a hoarse pop, and the dust was blown away by the air current, revealing what was covered underneath.

"Linax! Fifian, come here - there's a corpse here!"

Doug withdrew his dagger and whispered as he stared at the diminutive skeleton beneath his feet. Unlike the other two corpses, this one was so rotten that it was almost dusty, and only the outline of a few old traces of the body made one realize that there was a dead creature here.

“...... What is this?"

Fifian commanded his mechanical assistant, carefully removing all the dust, revealing almost all the rotten bones: "Why is it so small?"

The skeleton was small, almost as tall as Doug's calf.

"This is the remains of an elderly dwarf. ”

As a dragon lich who had systematically studied necromantic magic, Linax still had some knowledge of bones, and immediately recognized the origin of the bones: "Based on the degree of decay, it was at least a thousand years ago. ”

"Oh...... Huh?"

As if he had discovered something, Fifian exclaimed softly, "There's something under this skeleton!"

The ground cleared by the mechanical assistant grew larger and larger, and after the thick dust was blown away, some words that seemed to have been carved into the floor with sharp objects began to appear in front of everyone.

“...... Protoss Script?"

As soon as the text was cleared, Linax and Fifian let out a surprised voice, and the former's elegant and indifferent face fluctuated even more.

"Protoss writing?"

Doug raised an eyebrow, "What's that?"

"That is the 'exclusive language' of the gods. ”

Fifian waved his small hand, and more mechanical assistants appeared in front of everyone, carefully speeding up the cleaning steps: "Or to be precise, it is the 'basic element' that constitutes the divine arts-the divine techniques used by the gods, whether they are chanting spells or carving runes, must be transformed into divine texts when they finally exert their effectiveness!"

"You mean, there's a magic carved into the ground?"

Doug quickly took a half-step back.

"Don't worry, my Lord God. ”

Linax stared at the words and replied softly without raising his head: "These inscriptions on the ground are not strictly divine texts, but a message that has been permanently preserved by taking advantage of the immortal properties of the sacred scripts—a technique that seems to be the mastery of the highest bards—and the correct interpretation should be another language expressed by the pronunciation of the divine scripts...... Well, it seems to be the ancient lingua franca. ”

"That's right, it's the ancient lingua franca!"

Fifian nodded in agreement, already deciphering the messages with the help of his mechanical assistant: "Let's see what he said!"

The pronunciation of the divine text was slowly sung one by one, then discerned into the words of the ancient lingua franca, and finally translated into modern human language that Doug could understand—a seemingly tedious task, but in fact it was fundamental for the two research freaks, Fifian and Linax, who were treated almost like simultaneous interpreters.

"The truth will be recited from generation to generation,

Betrayal will also be forever engraved here,

The gods have never cast their eyes on mercy,

Then it's up to me,

Come and chant an elegy for the pious......

- Dadamunayin Tenemochi. ”

Fifian slowly read the brief message, and then his big eyes widened: "Dadamunayin Tenemochi?

"Dadamunain Tenemochi, author of the legendary satire of the gods, 'Rhapsody at the Mouth of Truth'. ”

Linax nodded slowly: "He's ...... Lona's grandfather's good friend was a dwarf, and thousands of years ago he wrote a lot of poetry and wrote many historical works...... I wonder why he died in such a place?"

A black flame erupted from his hand, rushing towards the pile of bones as if it were alive, forming a vague form, but after only a slight movement, the flame seemed to fall apart, and it was instantly torn apart.

"No soul can leave ......"

The black dragon withdrew the black flames, and a trace of sadness appeared on Junyi's face: "Too long has passed since death, and he has turned into drops of water and returned to the soul pool of Faharu - may he rest in peace." ”

"The truth will be recited from generation to generation, and betrayal will be forever engraved here?"

Doug was repeating the message gently, slowly revealing a thoughtful expression, his eyes moved to the damaged and potholed wall, and nodded slightly: "I see." ”

"It seems that Dadamunain Tenemochi must have inscribed something on this wall - about 'truth' and 'betrayal'!" Fifian immediately deduced the same conclusion as Doug had in mind: "- and then it was destroyed again!

The two things easily form a reasonable chain, and the truth seems to have revealed half of its face.

"In that case, these two bodies ......"

Doug put away his dagger and pondered the two withered corpses near the center of the chamber, "Who is the one who erased the records of 'truth' and 'betrayal'?"

The corpse on the high-backed chair was tall and majestic, his long dry hair had not decayed for a long time, although his skin had lost moisture, his face was still clearly recognizable, and his square face gave people a sense of integrity; the armor on his body was not a high-grade material, but it was not corroded at all, and when the thick dust on the surface was blown away, you could immediately see the bright metallic color, and the countless scratches on it, deep or shallow, obviously left by different weapons, were thrillingly recorded the glorious history of the master.

The corpse in the radiance suit looked relatively thin, with eyes tightly pressed as if it was enduring some kind of pain, and the artifact on the body was unceremoniously looted by Fifian, revealing the brittle and torn underwear underneath, with a large number of magic patterns prominently embroidered on it, but for some reason it had lost its magical power.

"I think it's this one, what about you?"

Doug was straightforward in his choice of the 'Radiance Set'. Linax verified that this was a temple before Sanin, so it was a matter of course that Sanin sent this guy to erase the traces of the pre-development period.

"I think it's him, too!"

Fifian nodded his little head in agreement, "His face is not a good person at first glance!"

“......”

Doug suddenly felt the urge to draw a black line on his head.

"It's a pity we came too late,"

Linax sighed slightly, rarely, and looked at the walls that were in disarray on all sides: "Otherwise, the records of Dadamunain Tenemochi can tell us what happened......

"No, it can be done now. ”

Doug looked at Linax with a look of regret on his face, and his eyes slowly became deeper: "--There is nothing in this world that cannot be done, as long as you can pay enough price!"

He raised his hand against the wall, and was already proficient in silently reciting the prayer: "Ruler of the only truth, Lord of Conservation, Lord of all things......

The space in front of him trembled for a moment, and then the broken wall squirmed as if it had melted, and with the rapid consumption of the divine power in Doug's body, some simple and mysterious vigorous lines began to be centered on his outstretched palm, vaguely revealing on the wall.

"Wow!"

Fifian whispered excitedly, "Doug, you're getting awesome too......! To this point...... Well, further down here...... I found it, and that's where the writing begins!"

Linax's fair and elegant face stared at the walls where words and pictures were constantly appearing, as if he saw a pair of beautiful red eyes slowly waking up from a long sleep, and a hopeful light gradually flashed in the black pupils.

"Don't be a sycophant...... Hurry up and decipher!"

Doug urged fiercely, and the place where his palm passed, like a lone lamp in the dark night, 'illuminated' pieces of exquisite divine scripts. His 'request' was not to repair the walls, but to 'recreate' the appearance of the time, so it required less energy, but it wasn't sure how long it would last - for some reason, the speed of divine power consumption was so alarming that the life force of those prisoners had already been converted into one-third of the energy, and it was still decreasing at an accelerated rate, and he had to hold a few soul stones in his hands as a backup.

"I'm already doing it!"

Fifian pinky fingered at the mechanical assistants hovering beside him. With the experience of reading that simple message just now, this time the simultaneous interpretation began quickly.

"O strange comer,

Don't grieve for us,

Though our bodies are turned to dust,

but with the light of truth,

Bloom on top ......"

The inscription on the first wall seems to be the beginning of a poem, telling a glorious history in the tone of a dead man to future readers, and Dadamunayin Tenemochi describes in epic writing a war in which the oppressed rebelled against cruel rule and finally succeeded in gaining freedom.

However, on the second wall, the inscription changes in style, like a suddenly cloudy sky, describing a conspiracy and a betrayal from the perspective of a bystander:

“......

O pious people,

What is true power?

It's omnipotent magic,

Or is it the icy frost on the blade?

'Wrong!'

He replied with a mighty gaze of madness:

'Greed! greed! greed!

......”

Fifian, who was highly concentrated, soon got tired, and the person who interpreted it became Linax, and the strength of the dragon lich was indeed much stronger than that of the unreliable little girl, and Doug's palm almost never stopped moving, almost immediately moving to the end.

“......

O wandering soul,

Please stop here for a moment,

Listen to your elegy,

Curse that blood-stained name—"

At the end of the critical section, Linax began to translate to the other two eager people. Dadamunayin Tenemochi describes the anger, sorrow, and confusion of the betrayed people in a mournful tone, which is read in the deep voice of the black dragon, adding to the mourning. Doug's palm had moved to the middle of the third wall, and with the appearance of the text, the truth lost in time was about to be revealed.

Roar!!!!

A low, as if coming from a very distant roar suddenly appeared in Doug's ears, and it seemed that even the entire Temple of the Forsaken trembled, and Doug, who was trying his best to maintain the consumption of divine power, suddenly felt a trance in front of his eyes, and the long-lost circle of pictures instantly enveloped his surroundings, and in countless scenes displayed side by side, the emaciated corpse was flying in the air strangely, its shriveled eyes flashing with a strange light, and it was rushing towards everyone's backs! ( To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the WWW.QIDIAN.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )