The procession marched in the darkness, the ghostly fire turning into a path, outlining the traces left by the way into the cavern, and the light of the lantern and the spiritual fire reflected the path ahead, making it difficult to distinguish the surroundings.

And along the way, the most thing Duncan and his party saw was boiling gold.

The high-purity boiling gold makes up every part of the cave's topography, with layers of dense rock forming a solid spherical crust structure, and a large amount of loose ore scattered at the bottom of the pit, the amount of which is difficult to estimate.

These ores are the foundation of modern industry, the lifeblood of frost - and yet their presence here only makes the atmosphere feel more eerie.

However, Duncan didn't care about this weird atmosphere - he was a pragmatist, the ancient gods were not the ancient gods, and it was good if the boiling gold could be used, even if the boiling gold was really the "product" of the dark holy lord, he didn't mind using it.

It could even be said that if he was the consul of the city-state, the only thing he would consider at this time was probably the feasibility of opening a mine in the deep sea, and formulating a plan for the sustainable exploitation of the dark lord.

But he didn't say what he thought.

After all, for an ordinary person like Agatha, this development concept may be a bit extreme.

Duncan's mind swirled with all sorts of thoughts, but at that moment, a hazy shadow appeared at the end of the field of vision that made him stop suddenly.

Then the others stopped, and Morris seemed to see something, and said as he held up a lantern to illuminate the surroundings, "There seems to be something up ahead." ”

In the limited light released by the lantern and the spiritual fire, a huge shadow appeared in the endless darkness of the cavern, which seemed to be a pillar standing in the distance, or the trunk of a towering tree, the upper part of which spread out vaguely, as if some branch structure had spread all the way into the darkness.

Although it was not clear, even from the hazy silhouette, Agatha could feel the enormity of the thing—like a giant pillar that could support the entire mountain, and it constantly exuded a very oppressive aura from a long distance.

Vanna clenched the greatsword in her hand and reminded everyone, "Go ahead. ”

The group continued to move forward in the darkness, and as the distance got closer, the shadowy shadow became clear in everyone's eyes.

Huge "pillars" that resemble church towers in the center of the large hollow, and in the light of lanterns, they take on a striking posture!

"Eyes of Wisdom......"

Morris subconsciously exclaimed, the lantern in his hand shook, he stared at the pillar with wide eyes, and saw that its pitch-black skin was uneven and rough, as if the tentacles of some kind of deep-sea creature that had been magnified countless times, and its lower part was buried deep in the ground, surrounded by a large number of wrinkled and broken rocks, as if this thing had grown out of the sea beneath the city-state, and brantly penetrated the chassis of the island, while the upper part of it extended all the way to the endless darkness overhead, and differentiated into some small hazy forks in the darkness, Like a strange giant tree, it grows in this unknown deep darkness and dies quietly.

It was so large that the light of the lantern could not illuminate the entire pillar—it was difficult to illuminate even a small part of its front, and all Morris could see was the rough skin of the lantern, and the larger, more hazy structures were reflected by the faint green fire that spread around it, and the parts that could not even be illuminated by the green fire...... He could only rely on his imagination to discern in the most vague shadows.

This scene made even the always careless puppet lady feel deeply shocked.

Alice raised her head, then grabbed her head with both hands and pulled it down hard, and pulled her head down with a "pop" sound, she held her head and looked up, and found that she still couldn't see clearly, so she threw it up again - several times in a row, and finally groped to push her head back to her neck, and continued to hold her head back in a daze: "Wow......"

Vana turned to look at Alice, "...... Wow. ”

"What is this?" Morris's full attention was on the magnificent yet terrifying pillar, and he couldn't help but take two steps forward, carefully touching the latter's cratered surface—a cold, rough rock-like touch came from his fingertips, "it felt like a stone, but it looked like some kind of ......"

"Some kind of gigantic limb," Duncan said, looking up at the top half of the pillar before speaking softly for a few seconds, "it seems to be supporting the whole cavern." ”

"So that's the real reason why the cavern didn't collapse......" Morris muttered to himself, leaning over to the pillar and taking a closer look at its surface by the light, "judging by the texture, it's a bit like boiling gold, but it's not like any of the mines mentioned in the books...... Appears to be mixed with impurities. ”

"Guess ahead, maybe it's part of the Dark Lord," Duncan said casually, "and it extends into the city-state, where it is burned to stone." ”

The scene fell silent for a moment, and after a few seconds, Fanna broke the silence with the corners of her mouth twitching: "This sounds a little scary......"

"Scary, but highly likely—the reason I just added 'maybe' is just to take care of your emotions," Duncan shook his head, "Don't forget, my flame has spread here, and although the situation was chaotic at the time, I don't have time to perceive it in detail, but I remember it...... The stuff here is very resistant to burning. ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and reached out to touch the rough surface of the massive pillar.

On the other side, Agatha also groped her way to the vicinity of the "Great Pillar".

Everything in her "vision" was still shaking, disturbed by some kind of resonant force, this empty cavern presented to her eyes as a strange place full of chaotic ripples, but even in this boundless distraction, she clearly "saw" the "pillar" in front of her.

A faint attraction drove her closer.

Agatha cautiously reached out and stroked the pillar, her fingers moving over the cold surface, as if flipping through a book carved out of rock, reading the ...... that remained in the stone Memory.

Some dents caught her attention.

She fumbled over the dents, sketching them in her mind, and she placed her palms in them, finding that each of her fingers fit perfectly into them.

That's a palm print.

After a moment of astonishment, she stretched out her other hand, and following the unexplained guidance in her mind, she groped and found another palm print.

In the palm print, there seems to be a little delicate ash left.

Agatha stopped suddenly, subconsciously wanting to turn her head and tell Duncan what she had discovered, but in the next second, she found that many lights and shadows suddenly appeared in her dark and chaotic vision.

Memories came to mind, thin but real emotions mixed in with those memories, and countless pieces of information poured into her mind—as if they had been sleeping in Agatha's mind from the beginning, as if they were her own experience, and the moment she touched those two palm prints, she suddenly woke up in the bottom of her heart!

Searching in the Dark...... Encounter with the remnants of Archon Winston...... The true nature of Project Abyss...... Preparation of successive consuls...... The power of the ancient gods that invaded the city-state, the thoughts of the ancient gods that wandered between the unreal and the real, and......

This is a fake.

"Ahh

Agatha let out a sudden snort, followed by an unsteady step and nearly collapsed.

But a hand reached out from the side and held her body in time, and Duncan's voice rang out in the darkness: "What's wrong?" ”

Agatha was in a trance for a moment, then she came to her senses, and then she realized the new fragments of information in her mind, and she quickly stood up and spoke quickly: "I have come into contact with some memories...... It was 'her' who left it! ”

"'She' left behind?" Duncan frowned, immediately realizing the meaning of the other party's words, "Is that the clone?" Where are her memories? ”

"Yes, listen to me, it's important - it's here that she met Consulate Winston and learned the truth about Project Abyss......"

Agatha spoke quickly, as if she was afraid that she would forget the fragments of memory that suddenly flooded into her mind in the next second, and almost all the time she poured out what she had just seen and heard, regardless of whether the people around her had time to react, from the last words of the Archon to the source of the Frost Queen's obsession, and finally, the strongest thought, the most persistent thought that "she" had left before disappearing.

The key message that "she" wants to pass on, the "old gods" who invaded the frost city-state, is a fake.

It is a replica of the Dark Lord.

Everyone fell silent, no matter how bizarre and terrifying Agatha's words were, no one interrupted her.

It wasn't until Agatha finished the last word and the scene was quiet for more than ten seconds that Morris was the first to break the silence.

“…… History in the fog and the fog of history......"

The old scholar couldn't help but sigh.

On the side, Duncan's eyes had fallen on the huge "pillar".

His eyes were more solemn than ever.

(End of chapter)