In the center of a small hall was a boxy, twenty-foot metal plate.

Around the hall, more than a dozen court knights wearing a full suit of armor, showing no skin and flesh, and wearing a blood-colored cloak on their backs, embroidered with the coat of arms of the black hydra, sword, shield, thorns, and garlands, stood there like sculptures.

Margrethe III strode onto the metal plate, and Mata XIII followed her silently like a shadow.

Hamden and a dozen other important ministers cautiously stepped onto the metal plate, and the expressions of several courtiers in military uniforms were normal, while the faces of other courtiers in civilian clothes had become ugly.

Margrethe III stomped her foot heavily and let out a few strange cries.

'Buzz'!

A low whistling sound sounded in the small hall, and the neat lines on the metal plates lit up, and the thin lines erupted a fluctuating light blue fluorescence, the light was two feet high, and from the thin light, there were large firefly-like blurred points of light that spread out, slowly rotating around Margaret III and others.

The metal plate wriggled like water waves, and Margrethe III and the others quickly sank into the metal plate.

The next moment, Margrethe III and the others came to a fully enclosed hall.

The square hall space is about a mile long, one-third of a mile wide, and more than half a mile high.

On the four walls of the main hall, a hundred feet above the ground, semicircular platforms protrude from the walls, and on them stand giant statues nearly a thousand feet high.

These statues are either human and animal heads, or animal heads, or human and animal heads, or avian human and animal heads, or pure birds and beasts standing up, or some terrifying existence that does not resemble human beings at all.

All the statues are pitch black throughout, with golden streaks showing in some places.

On these statues, there are magic arrays composed of strange talismans the size of thumbs, and a layer of rich ancient aura gushes out of these magic arrays, making people feel inexplicably that just standing in this hall, they are rapidly aging and decaying.

Under the semicircular platform on which each statue stands, on the wall, is a square gate nearly 100 feet high.

All the gates were open, pitch black, cast of metal, and inscribed with silver lines, emitting a faint silver light. These silver lights shone out from the gates, shining hundreds of feet, illuminating the entire hall.

These silver lights against the ancient aura emanating from those statues, making people feel at ease, making people feel cool all over, and greatly weakening the distorted feeling that makes people age and decay quickly.

"Here, Her Majesty!" A hoarse, old voice came from a corner of the main hall: "The two highnesses are preparing, and it will be activated soon." It's a little troublesome this time, and that person's appetite is a little picky. ”

His face was full of wrinkles, his bald head was full of brown spots, he was no more than five feet tall, his whole body was wrapped under an overly loose black robe, and the old man with a cricket figure walked out of a door in the corner of the hall step by step, beckoning to Margaret III.

Margrethe III strode over with everyone, she came to the bald old man, looked down at the old man's wrinkled and wrinkled face, which had been aged and deformed to the extreme, and frowned: "Your Excellency, Medega, you ...... Maybe I'm thinking about retirement. ”

"Your Majesty, I'm used to being here." Mediga looked up, coughed lightly twice, and chuckled softly, "I'm used to being here...... I feel safe here. And, perhaps, ......"

Mediga glanced at the group of imperial ministers behind Margaret III and laughed a few times.

Margrethe III shook her head lightly and said in a deep voice: "Then, you will continue to guard this place, and by next year, when your seventh grandson reaches adulthood, I will canonize a great and rich city to him." ”

Mediga bowed to Margaret III with difficulty, then turned and walked into the open door behind her, her pestle.

"It's getting harder and harder to serve...... In the past, if you give him a little chicken and duck blood, pig and sheep blood, you can fool him. Then he became shrewd, and learned to ask for the blood of a strong man or a delicate maiden, and then he asked for the blood of a warrior of extraordinary strength, and this time it was even more fun, and he had to taste the holy blood of the priests! ”

"Oh? So, is it satisfying? Margaret III asked casually, following Mediga.

"His Highness Conrad has been busy all afternoon, tying up a few probationary priests of the Golden Oak Church." Mediga's tone became a little strange: "The blood of the priests who was picky about them was not pure enough, there was no way, His Highness Salian drew a small barrel of blood from the secret prison, from the one who was secretly imprisoned by the Empire thirty years ago. ”

Margrethe III laughed 'hehehe': "Conrad has always done things like this, and the resources he has in his hands will not be used, and he will run to the sidelines. Isn't it too much trouble to kidnap those probationary priests and wash the floor afterwards? ”

Inside the door is a short corridor.

Unlike the main hall outside, which is dominated by black, the four walls of the corridor are pale silver cast of metal, and a large number of twisted iron-gray lines are painted on them. Together, these lines can vaguely see a huge hydra hydra rolling and pounced.

Some lines are inlaid with small blood-colored gems, and if you look carefully, these gems are the eyes of those hydras, which are constantly radiating a chaotic aura, making people's heads dizzy unconsciously, their minds blurred, and even the blood flowing backwards all over their bodies, and their hearts have the illusion of exploding at any time.

A strange chaotic power filled the corridor, and when he finished this short corridor and came to a small hall with a side length of nearly 100 feet, this chaotic power suddenly became a hundred times more powerful.

Margrethe III and Mata XIII's bodies did not move, and their expressions did not change in the slightest.

Behind them, a group of imperial ministers, both in military uniforms and civilian clothes, all turned pale, their bodies swaying slightly, and the veins under their skin bulged and wriggled, as if poisonous snakes were about to emerge from under their skin.

There were also a few weaker civil ministers, their faces turned pale, their skin quickly tensed and stiffened, and the surface of their skin gradually appeared with snake-like lines.

The air was wriggling, the void was twisting, the pale silver walls of the small hall seemed to turn into boiling swamps, and the iron-gray hydras seemed to be about to emerge from the walls, and the 'hiss' sound was constantly sounding in everyone's ears.

"Quiet! In the name of the great King of Hydra, Black Ringle! Mediga raised her staff and slammed it on the ground.

All abnormalities are gone.

A group of imperial ministers gasped heavily, and cold sweat continued to break out on their bodies, including Prime Minister Hamden, who subconsciously took out their handkerchiefs and wiped the sweat that kept sliding on their foreheads.

Margrethe III raised her head and said coldly: "The empire is at war with the Highland Kingdom, and that restless little she-wolf will have to be taught a lesson sooner or later, so I directly ordered an increase in troops." ”

"But this also involves the Ice Sea Kingdom, the Holy Sia Kingdom, and the church, and so on."

"Ice Sea Kingdom, we can join forces to beat that restless little she-wolf. That's right! ”

"But the navy of the Kingdom of St. Chia is too strong, and we must admit that on the sea, we are far from being their opponent; And the church, the damn church, the church like a stinking shit, who wants to step on them if it's okay? ”

Margrethe III sighed: "The documents handed over to me, I don't know how many times you have polished and retouched, and the decisions I made based on your information are likely to lead the empire into the pit. ”

Hamden hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, the old minister will never do this. ”

Margrethe III said unceremoniously: "Little Hamden, shut up for me, you won't, but your people will...... Something like Vol Zhizhang should have been reported to me before the action, but what about the result? ”

Hamden kept his mouth shut.

He lowered his head, his sunken eyes flickering, and he secretly swore that some people in the intelligence headquarters would not let them have a good time this time.

"You must give me first-hand information on the front!" Margrethe III said coldly: "Only first-hand information is the most authentic...... Dear Salian and Conrad, are you ready? ”

In the small pale silver hall, in the center is an old pine desk.

The blackened pine desk was in tatters and could collapse at any moment.

On the desk, where most of the paint had peeled off and was still covered with dust, was an old mechanical typewriter.

The courtiers behind Margaret III, a few of them accidentally glanced at the typewriter, and they suddenly froze, and then the crazy typing sound of 'da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da' sounded in their heads.

Immediately afterward, boxy characters quickly appeared on their skins, and their skin seemed to turn into a huge piece of typing paper, and the invisible typing keys frantically tapped on their bodies, leaving strings of distorted, evil, and illogical words on their bodies.

"What happens when an apple hits your head? Will people fly to the sky? ”

"Steam, steam, great steam, you make so many mothers cry."

"Sheep, sheep, lovely white wool, sheep are eating people, eating people!"

"One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight mice, the rats didn't hit, hit the little tiger......"

The strange words, the twisted logic, the incomprehensible words, the screams of several of the courtiers who had been recruited, and large bruises appeared under their skin, as if they had been beaten with a heavy hammer.

"Well, your Excellency the 'Zealous Typewriter,' you are well fed and ready to work. Let go of my vassals, or I will let you face the majesty of Heringle directly. ”

Margrethe III roared.

The typewriter, which had been silent all this time, suddenly struck automatically.

A line of blood-colored text appeared in the air above the typewriter: "No, I still want to try what the blood of the nobles tastes like...... Get a bowl of duke's blood, and I'll get to work right away! ”