The top end of the sequence has an effect on the lower layers of the sequence.

Agnes was swirling in her mind with the illusory whisper she had just heard, and she couldn't help but raise her hand and press the corner of her forehead.

She felt as if something was about to emerge from the ocean of her own memories, and it seemed to be disappearing in an irresistible wave, irreversible.

She almost subconsciously wanted to leave, not to think

"Miss Poyesia?" Okfa's words woke Agnes, who was almost completely absorbed in her own thoughts, with a slight doubt on her face.

"Let's go out now?" He asked aloud.

Agnes nodded, but her gaze lingered on the symbol in the center of the platform's side towards the stone door.

It was a cluster of ears of wheat and flowering vines intertwined in an almost double helix structure, as if they were really growing.

There may be another possibility, and that's just the most obvious reminder.

"No, maybe something." Agnes spoke up again.

She walked straight to the platform, sharp nails cutting across the stone platform, white stone dust trickling down her movements.

"Praise be to you, the source of life,"

Agnes's voice echoed through the room, with an eerie ethereal and strange sense of solemnity.

"Praise be to you, Mother of all things,"

"Praise be to you, master of all prosperity and decay......"

Indescribable colors snaked up the intertwined ears of wheat and vines, as if they were surrounded by Angnes' marks. A little bit of light gradually escaped, filling almost the entire room.

Okfa froze in place, mouth open but unable to make a sound, his face tinged with unconscious horror and an almost fanatical devotion to it.

Agnes slowly withdrew her hand, stopped what she was doing, and took a few steps back, allowing almost the entire platform and statue to appear in her field of vision.

She saw the rays of light creep up the platform, eventually converging and intertwining beside the scepter held by the statue, turning into a long strip of something that seemed to really exist, and whose face could not be guessed, but with a living sheen.

Their ends converged above the scepter, faint cracks radiating from the center for a long time, as if for a moment, everything in front of them seemed to be completely shattered, leaving only fragments of true color, like colored oil paintings that had been torn apart and thrown into sewage.

In the patches of color, the real gloom is revealed, it is a pile of stones weathered to the point that it is covered with marks that seem like real skin, the traces of decay are everywhere, and the original appearance is no longer visible, and the corners of the room are piled up with fine or clumps of sand, which cannot be traced back to their origin, and a cold and damp feeling fills the whole room.

The traces of life still remain in this dark corner

"Is this the truth?" With inexplicable joy and a hint of disappointment, Okfa asked aloud, reaching out to his chest and making a prayer gesture, "Thank you, Mother Goddess." ”

Agnes didn't answer Okfa, but just glanced at the crumbling pile of rocks before withdrawing her gaze.

That's it? Agnes couldn't help but tug at the corners of her mouth, a faint black that appeared and disappeared under her eyes, and in that part of her vision, she saw the faint color of blood swallowing up the living light little by little, leaving only a little debris clinging to the twin snakes wrapped around the scepter, shining with a sparkling luster like scales.

"Let's go," she whispered, "I hope we're the first group to see something different." ”

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Agnes silently surveyed the hall.

The hall didn't look as empty and wide as it used to be, and although the stone platform in the center, the throne, and the figures of the two statues were completely missing, the signs of collapse that had existed for an unknown period of time filled most of the space, and the rusted upside-down metal candlesticks played the role of pillars, so that everything above the head did not collapse completely.

"It's so broken, tsk," Anderson sighed, "and I thought this was an 'important' place." ”

"That's an important part." Agnes said, pausing for a long time.

"After all, the Battle of the Four Emperors has already told us the end," Agnes re-spoke, with a hint of explanation, "the victors will never allow the losers to rise again. ”

"And one last door."

Sbasnereki's voice sounded, his body still had a little light spilling, the corners of his clothes were slightly damaged, and the front and back of his chest were covered with dust, looking a little embarrassed, but his eyes had a strange color, looking like a hunter who had finally found the trace of his prey.

"Can't wait," Anderson laughed, "Hey, what's inspiring?" ”

Sbasnereki glanced at him, shrugged his shoulders and smiled, but did not answer his question.

"I believe that devout believers have been gifted by the gods." Sbasnereki spoke.

Anderson's face darkened imperceptibly, and he reached out and grabbed Okfar's shoulder.

"Has the earth of generosity given you anything?" He leaned into Okfa's ear and whispered.

With her keen hearing, the words reached Agnes' ears in their entirety, and she glanced at the three of them, raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked away at Adevina.

Adevina stood quietly, uninvolved in the conversation, her expression cold, and Agnes keenly noticed that her eyes were a little blank, in a state that was so absorbed in thinking about something that she could not pay attention to her surroundings.

Really believing in these "partners", Agnes couldn't help but laugh.

"It seems that the focus is on the last door." Agnes spoke.

"Of course." Anderson said in a tone that a hero had seen.

Agnes glanced at the round cup-like pattern on the door, and the grit and flower-like embellishment underneath gave the whole pattern a lot more fluid.

"Let's go, Miss Scholar," Anderson next to him reached out and patted Advina on the shoulder, "I'll have to go in and have a look if I want more." ”

Adevina didn't move, he raised his hand and pulled Adevina's hair that was simply pulled up, which met Adewina's glare.

"No way, you're not responding, and ......," Anderson spread his hands, "it's so easy." ”

Agnes watched the movements of the two and couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth.

She walked after a few men, and Karpas and shriveled guards emerged from the shadows and followed her.

The indescribable flames of indescribable color that jumped in the eyes of the guards were the only light in the dark hall, reflecting the white bone plates behind them, as if they were looking at the same place as everyone else.