The never-falling Hoyred, the holy city where the gods live, the home of the heroic spirits, no matter how many titles it once had and how glorious it was, but at this moment it is just a dead city, scattered with tragic "corpses", silent for thousands of years. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Until a bold and careful girl with a curiosity stronger than a cat and a dead skeleton who is not afraid of death came here unexpectedly and stepped out of the first echo in a thousand years.

Kala!

Bai Huang's bare phalanges and calcaneus stepped rhythmically on the barely intact stone pale path, and some grotesque pale tunes sounded in the silent streets, like the obsessive-compulsive man he saw in the land of the forsaken, as a glorious generalized late-stage obsessive-compulsive person, he walked with a full number of steps and the same span.

Although Shirley was very curious about Bai Huang, who was walking on four or four beats, the rare ruins of the holy city around her obviously attracted her attention even more. If it weren't for Bai Huang pulling this guy scurrying around back to the established route several times, she might have run away a long time ago.

Unlike Shirley, who was like a curious baby, Bai Huang personally walked among the ruins and felt that this dead city was very strange, as he saw in the Weiling Tower, it was too clean, so clean that it seemed to have deliberately erased the traces left by the warring parties, except for this scarred empty city, not even a little dried blood and a broken nail leaf were left.

Skirting the road blocked by collapsed buildings and shattered by unknown attacks, Shirley and Bai Huang approached the tall and magnificent palace step by step. Many gods have built golden holy cities, built with gold bricks, embellished with green agate and burgundy gemstones, paved with silver, and made springs with fine wine.

However, the holy city of the god of war has always been only simple and solid stones, and the only thing that needs to be believed here is the god of war and battle, and the bloody heroic spirits have never been the slightest bit blind to those flashy decorations, and Hoyred is not so much a city as an impregnable fortress. Although it has been changed beyond recognition, he can still vaguely see that there are spacious arenas and gladiatorial arenas everywhere, Bai Huang can't understand what those battle maniacs who fought to the death before their deaths and continue to fight after death have thoughts, but this does not prevent him from faintly giving birth to a trace of admiration, a passion for a thing, no, it should be said that it is dedication, he seems to have had it......

Can...... What is it...... I can't remember it for a while......

Despite the twists and turns, a man and a skeleton came to a square that looked relatively intact. There, a half-fragmented black stone tablet towered in the center of the square, on which the name of the heroic spirit originally engraved with divine power had disappeared without leaving a trace, and at the end of the square, a solemn and simple palace stood quietly in the surrounding dilapidated environment, abrupt and sad.

Valhalla, legend has it that those who die in battle with a strong faith will receive the blessing of the god of war, ascend to the kingdom of God and become immortal heroes who die for war and live for war, their names will be inscribed on the stone tablet of the heroes in front of the palace, and the souls will stay in it, and they will be reborn in Valhalla, shaped their spirits, and given the glory of serving the god of war.

And today, 2,000 years later, the city of God has been destroyed, the monument has been destroyed, and the holy city that was extremely glorious and glorious in the past has only left an indescribable sadness. Shirley and Bai Huang also seemed to be infected by this inexplicable sadness, and their steps unconsciously lightened, walking towards the magnificent palace step by step.

Looking up at the thick pillars that need to be hugged by three or four people, and carefully discerning the reliefs of the narrators fighting bravely on the stone walls of the palace, Shirley gave birth to the illusion of walking in the dusty history of time reversal. The scene of Xiu cutting off the dragon head of the Hell Demon Dragon King, and the scene where the lightning spear pierces the nine heads of the hydra Xudra, Shirley stares at these lifelike mural reliefs, not letting go of any detail, and is fascinated.

Bai Huang was also shocked at this time, but his eyes were completely focused on the few strange words on the hall gate that were incompatible with this place.

"High Spirit Experiment Area!"

Obviously, he had never seen this kind of writing, but Bai Huang was able to read their meaning at a glance.

Is this also the influence of the "Gift of the Dead"? Because Christina understands this kind of writing, I can also understand it? Bai Huang always felt that something was wrong, and shouldn't this be Valhalla?

It reminded him of the phrase that came to his mind before he teleported.

He hurriedly pulled over to stare at Shirley, who was drooling from the mural, and asked, "Do you understand the words on the door of this hall? Shouldn't it be written 'Valhalla' here?"

Shirley looked at the blurred words that seemed to have been deliberately erased on it a little confused, and said strangely: "This word is ruined, where can I see it, but I can guess that it should be written 'Valhalla', why are you asking such a stupid question?"

Bai Huang was suddenly startled, pointed to the clearly visible words in his line of sight and said, "If you look a little more clearly, the strokes on it are very clear, it is written 'High Spirit Body Experimental Area'!"

Shirley glanced at the blurred text on the temple door again, turned her head and touched Bai Huang's forehead, with a "you teasing me" expression, and said, "You are sick, the immortal will not be dazzled even if you have no eyes." ”

Bai Huang just wanted to refute, but when he looked up, he found that the words on the temple door disappeared in an instant, replaced by vague nicks.

"This ......"

Could it really be that I was wrong? No, even if it was, it was an illusion.

Bai Huang instantly raised his vigilance, put on the Screamer suit that could resist the spiritual attack, and slowly stepped into the dim palace under Shirley's strange eyes.

The tall dome is as high as the sky, and the people in Valhalla have a sense of their own insignificance, and the stone statues on all sides of the palace are either not angry or roaring, and the stone sculptures are all armed with weapons as if they are fighting to kill the enemy, and Shirley seems to be able to hear the roar and killing sound of the fierce battle, as if the statue is poured of iron and blood in front of her.

In the center of Valhalla is a tomb-like altar that is the home and birthplace of the Heroic Spirits.

Shirley felt the weight and majesty of mythology and history, but what Bai Huang saw in his eyes was the cold instruments that densely covered the entire palace. Thick cables, flickering streamers and non-gold and non-wood suspected synthetic materials made up the subversive and strange scene in his vision, and he watched Shirley show no surprise in the slightest, realizing that he was once again trapped in some strange hallucination, but the mental defense line he had built with the Screamer suit showed no signs of being breached.

Why is it only you who can see it, and what does this strange scene in front of you and the voice in your head mean?

Bai Huang had a faint feeling that his unexpected teleportation journey would completely change his trajectory after coming to the Akalin Continent.