Chapter 103: Underwater whimpering
[6 years ago]
【West of the Aslan Empire・Grante・Heart】
On either side of the long corridor is a stone wall that does not rise to the top, and the gray-white hard stone glows with a damp sheen that is characteristic of the underground, and the carvings are extremely intricate and delicate. The flowing lines are the most commonly used decorative style in the water source Yaslan architectural school, but compared with the cities where the people live, these decorative styles appear older and more ancient, exuding a smell of time. On the other side, there are huge arched doorways, and the brilliant light from the outside shines in, forming neatly shaped spots on the ground.
This is the underground of the imperial capital of Grant, and it should be dark, but the fierce light outside the doorway illuminates people at all. No one disputes this scenario that violates nature. In this [heart] buried deep under the imperial palace, there are many, many things that cannot be explained by the common sense of natural physics. For example, this underground palace has countless vertically suspended walls of water, and the liquid stands in the air as if it has lost its gravity. For example, the dark blue flames that can be seen everywhere on the alcoves and stone pillars, there is no temperature, no heat, and it looks as if the ice is burning, these dark blue flames seem to have been burning since the heart existed, and it has continued until now, no one has added oil to it, or changed the wick, but they are one by one, jumping and flickering with self-enchantment, as if they will never be extinguished.
At this moment, Nether and Treya were walking through the corridor, then descending through a swirling stone staircase deeper into the ground. At the end of the stone staircase is a deep and dark corridor that forks into a crossroads in front of it. At the end of every intersection, there is a heavy and huge stone gate.
This is the underground of the imperial capital of Grant, dark, damp and cold. It may seem to have nothing to do with words such as sacred and solemn, but in fact, this is the highest temple of faith and power in the entire Aslan Empire.
The two of them had just become kings, and this was the first time they had come to the [Cross Corridor].
The two were silent all the way and did not communicate. The air echoed with the sound of their empty footsteps.
The ghostly expression was his usual cold and uninhibited, his eyes hidden in the shadows under the deep, narrow arches of his eyebrows, looking like a cloudy ghost who had just crawled out of the graveyard. Only his muscular chest, exposed in the air, radiated heat that made him look alive, and his tall and slender body was wrapped in a demonic sensuality.
And Treya's face still maintained her seductive and touching smile, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and her lips were full and delicate, always as if she wanted to say something, and people couldn't help but speculate about her intentions. Her eyes moved nimbly around, and the white cloudy silk in her pupils rolled like a cloud.
She was curious about what was in front of her.
The hallway is lit by a niche placed at intervals on the wall, and a dark blue flame burns in the alcove. The underground corridor is a confined space, and the flow of air is extremely weak, however, the blue light keeps jumping and flickering, like a candle flame blown by a strong wind. The hallway, under the undulating light, looked like a large, long living thing, breathing slowly and continuously.
Nether and Treya stopped at the same time.
"It's ...... Water?" Treya looked up and looked ahead, the crossroads in front of the hallway were hidden in a dim shadow, and to reach that fork in the road, she had to step over the straight, narrow black waters beneath her feet.
"We're not going to go the wrong way, are we?" said Nether, smiling nonchalantly, looking a casual disdain.
Treya frowned, observing the bottomless dark water surface under her feet, the narrow water area is a neat rectangle, obviously the water source poured into it after artificial excavation, it should not be living water, in such a confined space, if there is no turbulence of air currents, the water surface should be as smooth as a mirror, however, the dark water surface continues to surge with small ripples, and from time to time there will be a ripple from a certain water surface "swoop" out of a long way - It looks like there's a lot of unknown and extremely fast creatures living underwater. Treya's eyes have completely turned white at this moment, but she can't see through the secrets under the water with all her strength, as if there is a transparent barrier on the water surface, which completely blocks her soul power perception, like an arrow from **** hitting an invisible wall in the air, and all the soul power released is frantically rebounding by the water surface.
"What are you waiting for, just make an ice bridge. Nether smiled coldly, revealing his beastly fangs, completely unconcerned.
As if she hadn't heard him, Treya's eyes still staring straight at the long, narrow water in front of her.
Nether saw that Treya didn't pay attention to herself, thinking that she didn't think much of what she had just said, so Netherworld took two slow steps forward, stopped by the pool, and said with a smile: "This body of water is too narrow and long, it is difficult for soul power to reach such a long distance, it is not easy to complete such a long distance of a freeze, and I don't know how deep this water is...... But, anyway, I'm also the new second-degree king......" As he spoke, Netherworld crouched down, stretched out his arms, and pressed his long, bony fingers lightly towards the water.
"Don't touch that water!" Treya's shrill voice echoed through the narrow, confined space of the hallway, like sharp fingernails cutting through a person's eardrums.
At the same time, boom-boom-boom
Two violent explosions, two silver-white icicles suddenly burst out of the water, and the speed at which the icicles pierced out of the water was unbelievably fast, but fortunately, Treya sensed the soul power change in front of her in advance-
The black silk skirt on her body suddenly skyrocketed, and two strands of white silk rolled out from under the skirt rose to the wind, quickly enveloping her and the Netherworld, "clicking" a few times, sharp and sharp icicles pierced straight through the front of the two of them's chests, and pierced diagonally behind them, a few wisps of blood flew in the sight, and the sweet smell of blood filled the air.
In the white silk-wrapped space where Nether and Treya were, the icicles disappeared out of thin air, but in the space outside the silk, the icicles still existed, and the space within the entire defense area seemed to be drained away.
The curling white silk swirled and retracted Treya's body, wrapping her graceful figure again, her face pale and her chest heaving slightly as she breathed, as if she had not yet recovered from the danger she had just had. Nether reached out and wiped the area of his chest that had been cut open by sharp ice thorns, his skin slowly healing, he put his finger in his mouth, and sucked a mouthful of his own fishy sweet blood, the corners of his mouth still had that uninhibited evil smile. Soon, however, his smile froze at the corners of his mouth.
The two icicles that had just attacked him were slowly writhing at the moment, sliding back to the bottom of the water, like two shiny and cold white snakes, writhing and disappearing under the pitch-black water. The Netherworld looked at the strange scene in front of him and fell silent.
The practice of turning water into sharp ice arrows and solidifying ice walls for defense, these methods of instantly transforming the water element into a solid state for attack and defense are the most common in the Yaslan realm, but they are ...... The scene in front of you, if you have to describe it, is that the icicles in front of you are "soft". It's a description that doesn't make sense at all, and it completely goes against the norms of the real world, soft ice, hard water, triangular wind, hot snow...... These are things that should not exist in the real world, they should only exist in the most absurd nightmares.
However, the white icicles in front of me were indeed like the tentacles of a giant octopus, sliding softly and disgustingly and slowly into the dark water. The "clicking" sound of the icicles rubbing against each other and the sharp ice chips falling from each other prove its sharpness and hardness......
"You guys are here, and you dare to act rashly, it's really a bit self-defeating. "In the depths of the dark hallway, an obscure man's voice was heard, his voice cold and mechanical, devoid of any human emotion.
Treya looked into the distance, and in the faint flickering blue light, stood a messenger wearing a silver-white mask and hood, his entire face almost shrouded in the silver mask that looked like bare bones, only two deep eyes were faintly revealed, and those brilliant eyes could still be seen in the dim light.
"Stand still and don't move. With that, the messenger took two steps forward, crouched down, and out of his sleeve came a silvery-white living creature that looked like a small translucent snake without scales, or more like a fat and swollen snow slug.
The white, slimy creature suddenly plunged into the water, and the pitch-black surface of the water seemed to boil, stirring up large and small bubbles and waves, and then, one by one, the hard, heavy black stone steps rose from the bottom of the water, and extended to the feet of Trea and the Nether. The stone steps look very strangely floating on the surface of the water, like wood floating on the surface of the water without roots - hard water, soft ice, stone seats floating on the water......
Wet stone steps form a rickety pontoon bridge.
"Come here. The emissary's hoarse voice came from the darkness, with a metallic timbre.
Treya and Nether glanced at each other, but did not speak, and were silent with each other, following orders and proceeding cautiously.
The distance between each of the steps was different, and Treya could hear a strange whimper coming from the bottom of the water every time she stepped onto a stone base. The sound was indescribably weird, it felt like someone was hiding under the water and crying sadly...... Treya thought so, and looked down at her feet, her face pale with fright at the scene at her feet. "Ah......" she let out a small exclamation. It was not easy for a well-informed and ruthless lady like her to make her exclaim.
Nether stood beside Treya and reached out to put her hand on her shoulder.
Therea didn't speak, just lowered her head and hinted at the Netherworld with her gaze.
The Netherworld looked down at Treya's gaze, and his face turned as pale as Treya's.
Under each stone step, in the dark water, a pair of pale and bony hands supported the bottom of the stone steps, and held them up vigorously, and those white arms were covered with bruised blood vessels and puffy and wrinkled skin. However, deeper in the dark water, you can no longer see it, only such a pair of hands, holding each stone step, and every time you step on the stone steps, there will be a painful whimper from the bottom of the water......
Treya's hands were cold, she raised her head and looked at the white-robed messenger at the end of the corridor, her eyes trembling with fear, she even felt that this place was even more terrifying than the Bloody Cave......
Therea took a deep breath, didn't speak, and gently tugged at the sleeve of Nether's coat, and the two continued to walk forward.
After walking through this eerie stretch of water, Treya and Nether stood in front of the white-robed messenger, who pointed to the heavy stone door on the right and said, "Go in." ”
Treya and Nether walked in, took two steps, and Treya turned her head and looked at the messenger, whose face was still immersed in an inaudible darkness: "You two go in first, I have to wait for one of them." ”
Treya bit her lip slightly, turned and walked with Nether towards the heavy stone door. (To be continued.) )