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Time passed quietly with the crisp sound of water droplets in the cavern, and Edward was silent. (The first time the text was published was in the biquge.info of the book, looking at the two huge metal fabrics in front of him.

Although the holy warriors called it a battlefield, the huge bronze door seemed to depict dragons, giants, devils, and serpents...... and countless other scenes of terrifying monsters devouring humanity - the forefront of that battlefield...... The metal casting process is so delicate, vivid, and amazing that even the desperate fear in the faces and eyes of the torn human bodies that are torn between the fangs of the great monsters comes to life.

Even if it was all that pale turquoise color, even if it was just the sight of meeting it, one could not help but have the illusion that the ears were ringing with the collision of iron and iron, the howl of spirit and flesh...... It was as if the eyes were filled with those sticky blood, overflowing in the space, smearing every corner of the sight, as if ...... It was a fragment of the metal that had been sealed on it, taken from the torrent of time.

That's a power.

A kind of cold, blazing oppressive force, coming from the metal, but with a power that shakes people's hearts, the kind of nameless and buried in history, makes those who see this scene breathe heavily, and gradually become numb and indulge in it...... And they will be active at any time, and eventually turn into the real reality of what is happening in front of them.

Under the overwhelming flames spewed out by the dragons, under the lightning and thunder thrown by the giants, under the continuous poison conjured by the giant serpents, and under the endless darkness spread by the devil...... There was shouting, the sound of weapons slashing at flesh, metal shattering along with bones. The echoes of the chant and the whispers of magic intersected together in a strange and majestic concert, and the fragments rained down like snow, golden, blood, black, innumerable, fragments of souls.

The heartbeat, the flow of blood, and even the mind seemed to stand still in this strange killing, leaving only the burning heat of the heart, the burning of life, and the endless coldness of wrapping up, the coldness of death.

Time passed like this, minute by minute...... It's like a moment, like a hundred years.

But suddenly, a qiē began to circulate again.

The young paladin shuddered slightly, but his mind had already cleared up from that illusion—and he was awakened by a strange sound, like rolling thunder from far and wide, which began as a faint tremor that could barely be caught by hearing, then the whirring of wind across the reef, and then gradually turned into an endless wave...... Boom together.

"Hey, what are you going to do? Stop!"

The paladin couldn't help but let out a startle.

Only then did he notice that at one end of his sight, the figure had somehow stepped over the smooth and smooth passage in front of the stone monument, and was now standing quietly in front of the metal gate, and the young figure of the hunter seemed so small in front of this huge creation, but it seemed to be very large, because the whole view of the door was completely obscured in front of him.

The echo of the voice came from before him.

It was the sound of metal grinding, but it sounded like the howls of ancient beasts, but the calm space around it suggested that the tremors were not caused by the movement of the air or changes in the environment, but by an ancient, profound sound that seeped directly into the brain......

So, the shouting came to an abrupt end, and he could only be surprised, and watched quietly, watching as the young figure stretched forward, caressing the palm of the giant door covered with carvings, and then ...... The massive door slowly retreated.

It's like a song in those epics, a scene in a story. The huge hall opens the door to people that has been sealed for thousands of years.

It's just that it's not the longing, but the same psalm, and there is no mighty monster coming out of this huge door, and it's not a god who looks down on all beings, only a faint frictional sound, and a terrifying silence. Let that low voice become louder too.

"Whoever enters this door must give up hope for a qiē...... Wouldn't that be more handsome?"

After whispering to himself, Edward's gaze reached into the crack in the large door that slowly opened, and it was pitch black, and a gust of wind blew from inside, causing the ends of his coat and hair to flutter. But there was no smell of dust and mildew in the wind, just a hint of heaviness.

Water, no, the icy breath of ice.

So the hunter smiled and sighed, and walked forward.

There is no suitable way out of retreat, and intruding like a headless fly in this dark underground will only hasten one's own death, and he will not be allowed to enter? But if he really can't enter, why build such a door? If the founder of this gate is not a fool, then he should know that even if it is simply sealed with a wall, at least a certain purpose can be achieved.

What's more, the most reasonable explanation now is that behind this gate, it is the ancient city that the black-robed mage said has sunk underground.

The inscription, then, becomes even more symbolic—like the phrase on the door of the more famous triple door—or rather, far from it.

Behind the door, there is a stone staircase that stretches forward and is as wide as the street.

But it's not very long, and at the end of that line of sight, there's a glimmer of light.

The moment he stepped out of the road, a glimmer of light poured down from several commanding heights, bringing out a bright blue color, reflecting the empty ground in the young man's field of vision.

A city that has been silent for thousands of years, buried under the dust of history.

Broken by the silence of more than a dozen centuries, Edward narrowed his eyes and swept over the shadows at the far end of his gaze that were immersed in darkness and cascading shadows—huge stones piled up into a patchwork of tall buildings, piled up into towers, piled up into countless spires, and on the dome that was also shrouded in hazy darkness, countless drooping fangs and sword-like stalagmites were suddenly reflected.

There was not a single sound.

Only the composition, ornamentation, sculpture, and layout of the walls and alleys, window lattices, and doors in the field of vision reveal the prosperity and noise they should have, but at this moment, it seems that they have experienced countless births and deaths, and the former glory now only exists quiet indifference, and only the silence gives them a different, infinite solemn majesty.

As Edward walked down the somewhat broken path, the monotonous sound of footsteps became complicated, and the sound of metal boots grew from far and near, and finally became a dissatisfied snort, but in the end, the paladin did not say anything, or he was also infected by the tranquility of the place, and just followed Edward quietly, and even the sound of his breathing was already a little inaudible.

Edward, however, only hesitated slightly, and walked into the field of vision, the source of the light, the most sublime of the building, the blue light radiating from its top, rendering the sharp stone there like an ice crystal, a sword of ice.

The hunter didn't know what was there, but the cyan slabs carved out the clearest path in the complex, long but wide.

As a general rule, this massive road leads to the heart of the city, and in the middle of the legend, the magic city is where their greatest legacy lies.

Yes...... A qiē is just a legend.

Edward shuddered slightly......

It wasn't because of the cold, but an inexplicable shiver, and the qiē all around seemed to be shivering...... Darkness and light shifted for a moment, causing a subtle glare of dazzle.

The corners of the hunter's mouth twitched involuntarily as he withdrew his gaze from the far end, and he shook his head slightly, looked around, and then couldn't help but let out a small surprise.

"Noticed?"

He said, and then reaped the same look of surprise from the paladin's half-hidden face.

The surrounding qiē has quietly changed when I don't know how to do it - the long bluestone avenue is hidden in the endless darkness in the vision behind them, and the door or even the road when they came can no longer be seen in the sight, and in the distance, the qiē is still a grand and quiet silence, but only in front of him, within a few hundred feet around his body, has quietly blown a cold wind.

A chilling wind that was wrapped in a thick mist and made people shiver. In the blink of an eye, the field of vision is decorated with a dull silver,

In the field of vision, the stone houses seem to be in a world of ice and snow, and the long ice prisms become clear, one after another, and the air is filled with a thick fog that appears at some point. And it was pushing around like a gushing...... When Edward looked at his surroundings again, the far side was so white that he couldn't even tell how big the space should be.

"Oh no......"

A scream from the paladin stunned Edward, and then he looked in the direction he was looking - the white mist there suddenly parted, and a white behemoth flapped its wings and flew forward with the fog abruptly parted, and a huge sense of oppression instantly enveloped the entire space......

The gods are above!

At this moment, Edward suddenly felt numb all over his body and couldn't move.

In the vast whiteness, he saw the full extent of the shadow—a beautiful and terrifying creature, its slender body covered with a mirror-like bluish light, made up of layers of tiny parts, at several ends, condensed into sharp, chilling claws and elongated tails covered with jagged protrusions, and a huge wing membrane that vibrated vigorously and powerfully, tearing through the growing fog and pulling out strange flowing vortices in it.

At the front of this qiē is a skull composed of a variety of creatures.

The bird's beak-like beak opened slightly, revealing the sharp teeth scattered among them, drawing white ice mist traces in the air, and under the high, beautiful crest of fins, a pair of white lacquer-like eyeballs turned slightly, casting a cold gaze from the air.

It was a dragon, a beautiful and deadly monster that flapped its wings in the air and turned, its gaze locked on the two uninvited guests standing on the ground.

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