In the quaint and solemn Valhalla, Shirley is immersed in the majesty of the myths of the past and a hint of unreality like a dream, while Bai Huang's vision is another bizarre and bizarre scene. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not that he has seen things beyond his imagination, after all, he has even experienced the bizarre thing of crossing into another world and becoming an immortal, even if he encounters any high-tech extraterrestrial civilization, it is not unacceptable. But when a large number of instruments and experimental platforms appeared in the Valhalla, the god of war in a magical world, it made him shocked and only looked confused, although it was difficult for him to vividly express his confused emotions now, but he could more or less feel the impact of the vision on him without realizing that his jaw fell and stuck on his sternum.

It's probably similar to seeing a group of minotaurs wearing exoskeleton armor and holding beaming submachine guns, shouting "Call the fleet", anyway, they can destroy his pitiful three views that have repeatedly collapsed to the same extent.

"High Spirit Experiment Area!"

Bai Huang probably understood what the words on the door of the temple meant, and the unbelievable scene in front of him was indeed like an experimental area, not a temple for casting heroic spirits. The hall was surrounded by instruments with smooth white shells, and the cables inside could be seen through the gaps in them, and Bai Huang did not see the interface similar to the keyboard, but guessed that the white balls suspended in a groove might have a similar effect.

The style of these instruments and experimental platforms is clear at a glance, with a unified system, the appearance is simple and atmospheric, giving people a neat and efficient impression everywhere, Bai Huang noticed that those white spheres are embedded with a layer of round red crystals, which look like an eyeball, it should be some kind of sign, the red iris is a black pupil in the middle, black and red and white do not look terrible, but there is a strange sense of beauty, probably because it is not real but reveals a wonderful sense of science fiction.

Why can he see it and Shirley is no different, Bai Huang tried to take the strange shield emblem in his hand and put it in the ring, and threw it on the ground, and finally gave it to Shirley, but the illusion in front of him did not move at all, not even blurred, and Shirley, who got the shield, also said that he did not see any strange vision.

Obviously, this pot can't be buckled to the mysterious coat of arms, so it can only be buckled on your own head?

Could it be because he was an immortal? Bai Huang couldn't think of anything special about himself, and he couldn't see illusions everywhere just because he was a traverser.

Thinking so depressedly, Bai Huang stretched out his pale hand bones and tried to touch the smooth and heterogeneous white shell, if it weren't for Bai Huang's hand penetrating through it, he would have wondered if these were illusions, because both the texture details and the perception of movement and staticness were no different from the scene around the temple, and even the small friction sound of the occasional swing of the mechanical arm on the experimental platform was impeccable.

You must know that Bai Huang has lost his human senses, relying on the perception of the undead, he is not the black eyes when he first came, and he more or less knows that his perception is related to the soul and spiritual power, but if it is a spiritual illusion, the spiritual defense line he has built does not see the slightest ripple of being touched, can the other party really be able to bypass his spiritual defense line silently, although there is this possibility, but Bai Huang faintly feels that it is not so simple.

Well, I don't have human rights, so I have no hatred in the past and no resentment in the near future, even if I have heard that God punishes thunder and fire, but how can I let the punished person see a bunch of high-tech illusions, what kind of divine punishment is this?

If you can't figure it out, you don't want to, this is probably Bai Huang's advantage, uh, probably ...... Anyway, there was no substantial harm, after "shopping" Valhalla with Shirley, one person and one skeleton went to the next location, but Shirley frowned slightly, a little worried, although he said that he didn't care, but judging from Bai Huang's slightly hurried steps, he was still a little upset, and even the pace of four or four beats was messed up.

Yes, his originally brisk four-to-four-beat pace has a tendency to develop towards "Wild Bee Dance".

Although there is a glimmer of light in the Holy City, the dim environment does not allow Shirley to have a full view of Hoyred in the Weiling Tower, and with the combination of records and myths in the book dossier, Shirley takes Bai Huang around, sighing about the ruined places, and also finding the monuments that can still be distinguished from the original appearance.

Giant Rock Bridge, Burning Spirit Gladiatorial Arena, Extreme Flying Stream High Platform, Spirit Forging Furnace...... The sacred places that mortals once yearned for infinitely, could not look up, and could only pray sincerely day and night for the grace of God, are now all ruins and ruins, without the blessing of divine power, and they are no different from ordinary abandoned stones.

Along the way, if Shirley has a slightly pilgrimage and miracle mentality, then Bai Huang has completely entered the detective state of exploration and comparison, trying to find out the truth hidden here.

High Energy Psionic Particle Sharpening Observation Area, High Psionic Collapse Laboratory, High Psionic Flash Capture Field...... In addition to aggravating the doubts in his heart, the unaware areas did not give him half of the gain, after all, he was only a doctor before his death, and now he is an unqualified undead, and those high-tech instruments that scream and scream can only make him repeatedly suspect that he has a mental problem.

Crossing the perched water courtyard, even though she had seen so many ruins of the Holy City just now, Shirley's heart still beat involuntarily and quickly, and a touch of excitement stained her smiling face full of vitality at all times, just because standing in front of her was the palace where a god lived.

Of course, the name of the palace of Ti Khlos was added by the believers of the god of war themselves, because a god would not be so painful as to send down an oracle to tell his followers how big the house he lived in. What's the name of what is it?,In fact, the Bibles of various sects have always come from the hands of mortals.,Most of those myths and stories are to whitewash the glorious image of the gods.,Even if the gods sneeze, they will be depicted as the grace of the gods to rain and dew to bless all spirits.,Of course, this is just an analogy.,Whether the gods have the function of sneezing is no longer within the scope of our discussion.。

The palace of Tishuklos is probably the most well-preserved ruins, but for some reason, it seems to be different from other places, and there is no trace of a battle. Walking down the dimly lit aisle, the long, narrow, towering, sharp triangular top walls shrink downwards from both sides, giving people a strong sense of oppression, as if walking on a road made by a knight holding a long sword and striking each other.

A man and a skeleton, who were completely unfamiliar with the road, began to wander around, walking through the side halls and dizzying corridors, Bai Huang was puzzled to find that there was no "illusion" here, according to what he had just seen, the more important the place, the more likely it was to see a complex and multitude of high-tech instruments, and the abnormality of the palace of Ti Clos made him puzzled and felt an inexplicable uneasiness.

Shirley, who has been searching for countless treasures, naturally can't be a road idiot, and after walking around a few times, she also roughly figured out the structure of the palace, and one person and one skeleton gradually set off towards the main hall of the palace, where there is the most important thing - the divine seat.

When Bai Huang pushed open the door that had been heavy and simple for thousands of years, he involuntarily trembled, not physically, but in his soul. He walked forward step by step with flustered steps, and there was obviously a strong uneasiness in his heart, but for some reason he involuntarily moved forward, as if every step was on the footprints left by fate.

Directly in front of him, a heavy, quaint throne stood at the other end of the hall even though it had become mortal, but it seemed to be a god. However, his eyes were not attracted by it even the slightest, just because of the fiery and cold figure in front of the throne.

He turned his back to Bai Huang, his black hair was like ink, his sideburns were like snow, and a red coat covered his entire back, even if there was only black, white and gray in Bai Huang's vision, he could directly feel the unparalleled impact of the blood demon and the fire that jumped and floated.

Bai Huang approached the figure step by step, and the pale soul fire trembled more and more, almost like a burst of flames swirling and dancing, as if it was about to leap out.

The back was very unfamiliar, but when the other party gradually turned around, a sense of familiarity that made Bai Huang almost mad was born.

The black hair like ink is scattered, the snow-white temples are slightly raised, the cold eyes are like a pitch-black bottomless abyss, like a hard face with a knife and an axe, only the embarrassed slag reveals a trace of vicissitudes. However, Bai Huang was surprised not by how cold and vicissitudes he was, but by the other party's appearance, the handsome face (Bai Huang himself thought so) looked exactly the same as the appearance before his crossing, except for being more mature and vicissitudes!!

No, it's not exactly the same, it's just himself! His talent for death, which he had awakened since childhood, had pierced the cheekbone directly under his right eye with a pen before he became sensible, and because it was not cleaned at the time, the ink left there formed a small black spot under the skin, and the figure had the same mark under his right eye, if there are always the same two leaves in this world, then would the scars when he was plucked be the same!!

"Who are you!!!!!!!!!!!"

Bai Huang's terrible roar resounded through the hall like a beast thoroughly enraged.