It's a trap.

The countess frowned.

She wasn't frustrated that she had fallen into a trap, but she was looking for clues that should be there.

It was a clever trap, and the gods who knew the power of the gods and the brahmins, who were able to pass through the woods outside, would be completely dissipated by the little vigilance they had left because they had walked out of a trap when they saw the gate of the Brahmin temple with Garuda in relief, and then fell into the trap unsuspectingly.

But that didn't fool the countess, from the very beginning, she knew it was a trap, and the reason why she had to walk in it was to save time.

If the labyrinth is a huge machine, then each trap is a part connected to the core, where you can glimpse the power that drives the entire labyrinth and even exert influence on it through the divine power that connects everything.

That's exactly what the countess wanted to do.

But judging by the known results, a simple conclusion can be drawn: anyone who tried to break through the labyrinth with divine power failed.

The countess raised her right hand, and the flash of essence became faster.

But in the end, nothing happened.

This is the basic logic that makes this labyrinth invulnerable: divine power can block any force, and the labyrinth targets all divine powers by special means, and once you enter the labyrinth, you can't leave unless you completely destroy everything.

It's a brilliant trap, and it does everything a trap can do.

The countess was in a dilemma, but she finally decided to abandon her plan to solve all problems at once.

It's getting dark, and it's time to rest.

The countess stepped back.

It was as if nothing had happened, but she was already out of the trap.

The essence spread wildly, the flash covering almost everything in sight, and then the countess looked around and sighed helplessly.

As she could see, it was another box, and there was no exit anywhere.

This is what this labyrinth looks like, with divine power enveloping all the spaces, dividing them into countless boxes, some traps, some passages, but there is no way out.

The countess sighed helplessly, she had an overwhelming power that could break through the entire labyrinth, but this was not the right answer, just the aftermath of the collision of the two forces could destroy the so-called artifact, not to mention that from the very beginning, the countess suspected that the source of the divine power in this labyrinth was that artifact.

Hope remains, but it is something that the countess does not understand: the divine powers are mobilized in rituals and rituals, and this subtle connection is completely intangible, beyond all else, and if there is a "right answer", it can only be this.

But the countess didn't know much about the poisonous gods.

She knew all the gods, their preferences and names, their looks and their powers, but what kind of sacrifice could have what kind of results, even for the countess, it was too long to know all this, not to mention that she did not have the terrifying gift of language like Magellan.

The Countess ultimately chose this method that might fail, as it was probably the only correct answer.

If you really don't want the artifact to fall into anyone's hands, there's no need to build a labyrinth.

Returning to the front of the gate, the countess looked up at the relief of Garuda.

It was a terrifyingly powerful "non-god", one of the proofs of the Brahmin's overwhelming gods, and as the heir of a Brahmin, he possessed more power than the king of the gods Indra due to the curse of the Brahmin, and in this respect, it was very suitable for guarding the gate of the labyrinth.

In the case of body poison, the beginning of the sacrifice is to light a flame to diffuse the smell of spices.

The countess looked absentmindedly to the left and right, and was surprised to see a brazier on either side of the gate, in which there was still burning grease, and when she approached, she could smell the spices.

This was originally an altar.

Therefore, it is impossible for the gods to enter the labyrinth, because the gods will only sacrifice to the three supreme gods, and the "non-gods" like Garuda, there may be mortals who sacrifice it, but there will never be any gods who sacrifice it, and the brahmins, who have the ability to come here and abide by the Dharma, will not enter the labyrinth, and who are still greedy for the artifact, will not be able to come here at all.

This is the gate and key prepared by the brahmin who built the labyrinth, mortals, the only creatures who can walk here, and still move on, but everything is still a paradox - no mortal can come here and face the mighty Garuda.

The countess searched her mind for what she needed to do to sacrifice Garuda, but she gained very little, very few people would sacrifice Garuda, a powerful being who was not a god, and if there was, it was a poor low-caste man, whose entire family fortune combined could not afford the most humble ritual of a Brahmin.

The flames were ablaze, the smell of spices spread, and some subtle change began, and the countess looked at the great Garuda relief, and was at last convinced that she had really found the right exit.

The countess was a little curious, she didn't know if the sacrifice would actually make Garuda appear, and until now, the countess had not seen a single ritual to bring down the gods, which was unknown in the Brahmin accounts.

Then the door quietly opened, and beyond that, nothing happened.

The countess walked through the door, picked a room, and prepared to spend the night.

......

The sun rises again.

It was a spectacular sunrise, and Magellan woke up while it was still dark, and the ape, who was awakened by him, watched in the pre-dawn darkness as Magellan prepared breakfast, washed up, and then ate breakfast together.

At that time, it was still not yet dawn, and the ape looked at Magellan in the darkness, and said, as if remembering something: "I'll take you to see something good." ”

Magellan was a little surprised, but he nodded anyway.

So in the terrifying fluctuations of divine power, the ape's body began to swell until it turned into a terrifying behemoth, which lifted Magellan with one hand, and then landed on three legs, running towards the mountain like a raging wind.

Before the last star vanished, they reached the top of the mountain.

The ape put Magellan down, and then changed to his usual quiet form.

Then the eastern sky turned white, and the deep blue gradually became clear and bright above the black edge lines of the mountain forest, and then the beautiful reds and oranges began to appear.

Eventually, a huge, bright red sun rose from the black horizon.

It was a false scene, and Magellan had never seen such a clear horizon and half of the rising sun.