dhibooks Chapter 69
Chapter 69
Behind the third door is the sixth crown prince.
Pushing open the door, there was a coffin in the center of the room, and Evan took a little effort to open it. The white skeleton was wearing a black robe, sleeping peacefully.
PA didn't come out, Evan was carrying two skeletons on his back, plus the sixth crown prince, there were three. The powerful thread of spiritual power made it feel disgusted instinctively and retreated.
Evan silently recited the name of the sixth crown prince, stretched out his hand to pick up the head, and restrained the other bones.
The skeleton is very light, and it is not difficult to carry it when gathered.
Evan walked down the bluestone steps with three packages in his arms. After leaving the room, the floor trembled slightly, as if the giant beast buried in the ground shook its body slightly.
He heard the PA's voice again, but farther away than last time: "Sissel, if you want to keep those monks, ours can go faster."
Evan's face was light: "If you don't exist, the existence of the underground palace will be meaningless. Isn't it what you always think about to give prisoners freedom?"
The PA smiled, and it grew more and more emotional.
"Thank you for your kindness, Sissel."
The long corridor was endlessly black, and the lights on both sides had been extinguished because there were no Zerg to look after it.
Evan held the skeleton and held the candlestick in one hand.
He walked to the depths of the underground palace, the more he went in, the mottled stone walls trembled more violently, dust and gravel fell down.
Further down is the place where Evan is meditating. He stopped in front of the long corridor, and there was a rustling sound in his ears. Evan frowned and raised the candlestick violently.
There was a terrible scream.
Countless black eyeballs crackled and fell, fading away from the wall, ceiling and floor like the tide.
There are countless holes, large and small, densely packed, on the wall.
The monks withdrew, and the three skeletons left their positions. The eggs immediately became active. In ten minutes, they had broken through the blockade and crawled outside the retreat.
Eyeballs full of malice and evil thoughts opened their eyelids in the depths of the darkness, and Evan heard ridicule, cursing, crying, pleading, and roaring.
Countless strange-shaped voices flooded into the ears, the spiritual lake trembled, and countless pale golden threads were raised.
The bones overflowed with golden spiritual power, and the burst eyeballs gave off a disgusting stench, but they quickly disappeared in front of the huge spiritual power, leaving only a little water mark.
Evan strode forward with a blank expression.
The black eyeballs screamed, retreated as fast as the tide, and returned to the door in an instant, slamming the door shut.
Evan didn't enter the retreat room, he left the skeleton in the hallway, and went back to get the others.
The Underground Palace has a total of seven Crown Princes, and Evan is the eighth.
He also has four more skeletons to retrieve.
PA stretched his body, the wall kept shaking, and without the skeleton, he dared to approach Evan again.
"Even if I hate it, I have to admit that the Zerg who built this palace is a genius. I never thought that I would be trapped by a stone wall. It's not even iron or a meteorite."
Evan didn't answer, he didn't think the underground palace was a great building.
But there are indeed great people buried here.
Blood and misery spread all over this land, and countless Zerg sacrificed for it, and the peace of each generation was bought at a heavy price.
Generation after generation.
The underground palace is like a bag, the bones are the thread to suture the bag, and the living crown prince and monks are the tools to mend the bag, sleeping with the filth day and night.
Evan took the skeleton away from its original position, just like a careful craftsman unthreading a pocket, and the things contained in it slowly extended their hands and feet.
Following the guidance of spiritual power, Evan found the fourth skeleton.
In the coffin of the joint burial, one with strong bones lay on its side, and the other was slightly slender and lay on its back.
According to the degree of decay of the clothes, the two Zerg races should not be buried at the same time, and the one who entered the coffin later should be the female monarch under the crown.
Evan hesitated for a moment, restrained his emotions, and stretched out the head of the senior.
There is also an unhatched egg between the two skeletons, wrapped in a cartoon-patterned blanket, the eggshell is yellowed and broken, and the name [MiG] is written on it.
Evan was silent for a moment, his hands continued to straighten the bones steadily.
Leaving the room, Evan walked towards the next tunnel with a candlestick in his hand.
fifth tool.
There are coffins and two skeletons.
sixth.
Under the crown of the second generation, there is no coffin.
The seventh...
Evan stood at the door of the seventh door, and the candlestick emitted a gentle and hazy light, illuminating the door.
The pale gold paint is still very new, and it looks extravagant against the candlelight, and the names of seven generations of queens are engraved on the door.
[Lu Shaoshu]
Evan pursed his lips and gently opened the door. He smelled a faint smell of paint.
The room is very clean, with neat books around it, and a few technological products, but they are not usable, and a black coffin is parked in the middle.
Single coffin.
Lu Shaoshu's female monarch is still alive, and left the island with Priest Yao a few hours ago.
Regarding this point, the female monarch, the former priest, has always been very resentful.
Because Senior Lu Shaoshu's last wish was to live to be 360 years old, Evan put down the candlestick, brewed for a while, and stretched out his hand to push the coffin away.
The simple skeleton wearing a black robe folded his hands, sleeping forever.
The coffin was ordinary, and it didn't seem to surprise the Zerg. Evan held up the head of his predecessor with a slightly different touch.
He found a note, unfolded it, and it was written in the dragon-flying ancient insect language [Words for the younger generation, crocodile honey and bitter cauliflower are eaten together, it tastes like old bacon, so happy]
Evan: "..."
Senior is really.
Evan sighed, his mood was a little complicated, he restrained the bones and wrapped them in the black robe of the coffin.
Walking to the door, he carefully picked up the remaining bones, hooked the candlestick in one hand, and walked deep into the underground palace.
Black eyeballs drilled out of the wall, evaporated and disappeared as soon as they met each other, and there was not a single pollutant in Evan's path.
When he came back, the wall trembled more obviously, the gravel rolled, and there was a terrifying rumbling sound from the depths of the ground.
Evan walked back to the retreat room deep in the underground palace with the bones in his arms, and gathered the remaining bones together.
Cracks suddenly appeared on the ground not far away, and the cracks became bigger and wider, extending from the ground to the wall, and within a few breaths, there was a huge bang, and the half of the corridor opposite Evan looked like broken noodles , broke off strangely.
The broken corridor crashed down, and rocks fell like rain, revealing half of the corridor on the upper floor.
"Ciselle, you have complied with the agreement, now there is only one last step left."
The sound of PA is close at hand, yet far underground.
It looked at the bean light from the abyss, the black eyeball lake was boiling violently, and a shadow deeper than black and thicker than ink slowly rose from the depths of the abyss.
It's not a body, nor a tentacles, it's like a pool of slow wriggling, squeezed by countless sarcoids, connected by mucous membranes, composed of smashed flesh and weird textures.
Big and small eyeballs fell into the lake, and a thick, eyeball-covered tentacles slowly formed a face at the top, which simulated hands, holding a pair of pale golden beautiful wings that exude soft light.
Evan saw it through the open slit.
It seems that the space is suddenly drawn closer, or it is the induction between the wings and the lake of mental power.
Evan saw a huge, tightly closed single eye deep in the sarcoma, which slowly squirmed and slowly opened its eyelid.
Evan couldn't restrain his trembling, and the lake of spiritual power burst into ripples, and countless threads of spiritual power extended from the depths of his mind, forming an airtight net.
The PA urged: "Ciselle, Sissel, for liberty, for liberty. What are you waiting for?"
Evan's face was extremely indifferent. He held the candlestick and his eyes fell on the seven stacked packages.
Then he stretched out his hand and sprinkled the lamp oil on the package.
Drop the lamp.
The orange-red flames instantly devoured the bones, and amidst the crackling sound, the underground palace became strangely quiet.
Not a sound at all.
The walls stopped trembling, the stones stopped falling, and the jumping orange-red flames seemed to be paused.
Time stood still, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard.
Evan looked down.
boom.
bang bang-
A huge force hit the ground, and countless black eyeballs with countless tentacles surged up from all directions.
The ground shattered, the walls collapsed, and the entire underground palace was like a torn bag, surrounded by black in an instant.
up!
up!up!
The unburned bones scattered, and Evan was rolled up in the rubble, wrapped in eyeballs, and went up layer by layer until he got out of the ground. The whole underground palace was filled with smoke and dust, continuously sinking, falling, and sea water pouring in.
The giant maple forest was swallowed by black mucus and countless eyeballs at that moment.
In just three breaths, the black torrent swept across the entire island, turning all colors into black.
The underground palace sank into a bottomless pit, and the sea water poured in, a huge, blood-red single eye slowly opened its eyelids.
Evan and the gravel fell to the ground together, and the eyeballs around him kept coming and retreating, but they couldn't get any closer.
He wiped the sticky blood from his face, looked up, the sky was blue and high, and the sun was shining brightly.
There are squirming black eyeball eggs in all directions on the isolated island. Evan looked back and saw a huge single eye approaching at some point, only ten centimeters away from his face. His huge body was like a mountain.
Evan couldn't see the end of this ugly mountain of meat at all.
He moved his lips: "PA."
Eyelids slightly curved, responded: "My dear friend, Cecil."
Evan spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and said lightly: "Although I don't like the way of coming out, now is the time to fulfill my promise. I have set you free, so you should leave here and go to the radiation area."
PA's eyelids drooped, staring at the small Zerg compared to his body, slowly squirming and blinking.
"My dear Sissel."
"My dear, poor, stupid, little, Sissel."
The black shriveled egg sac bulged, large and small eyeballs fell from the purple body, and the pair of pale golden wings fluttered down, landing at Evan's feet.
No longer frenzied spawning of tentacles that choke off reproduction numbers.
The black eyeballs continued to flow, covering the sea, and then the land in the distance, which crazily devoured the land at a speed that the Zerg could not imagine.
That huge monocular eye is no longer disguised, it is cold, greedy, full of malice and evil desire, and viciousness and anger condensed into substance.
The crimson-purple tentacles frantically crushed the scattered bones, even if they were pierced and evaporated by the threads of spiritual power, they still had to use those bones to vent.
"I will never forgive these 1000 years of captivity!"
"I will kill every creature I see!"
"I want you, the heir of the underground palace, to witness your failure with your own eyes."
"I want this land, I want you to be my child's hatching container, I want to crush your civilization!"
Evan stood up supporting his body and looked at him coldly: "This is your original intention."
Single Eye sneered: "This is my original intention."
Evan said lightly: "Your blood is still here with me."
PA shook his body, blinked his eyes, and squirmed slowly: "My dear little Sissel, I never said that there is only one source blood."
Evan smiled slightly: "No, I know, I will lend you my wings for a long time."
The squirming monocular paused.
The male pointed to himself, his tea-green eyes blinked: "And not long ago, I ate that drop of blood."
Evan moved his finger, and the eyeballs under his feet flickered, following the pale finger.
"Fortunately, I have not mutated, and I have retained my own thoughts. Now, my dear friend."
Evan coughed and wiped the blood from his lips: "Do you want to know what it's like to be killed by yourself?"
The black eyeballs followed the guidance of the male insect, and began to frantically devour the mother that gave birth to itself.
The PA burst into a horrific scream that nearly pierced Evan's eardrums: "Liar! Liar! You shameful liar."
The sarcoma constantly produces new eggs to fight, its body is difficult to move, but those eggs penetrate everywhere.
They squeezed the ground, knocked down trees, attacked wildly, and then bumped into their brothers and sisters, biting and devouring together.
Evan's face was pale, and the lake of mental power in his mind was boiling, and he poured his mental power back desperately.
Bleeding from ear and nose.
Evan had a splitting headache and could hardly stand still. He looked at the ugly thing that had killed countless compatriots, rushed towards it without hesitation, and laughed.
"go to hell."
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July NO.18 of the summer calendar month.
Day three of evacuation.
Arthur Lan saw on the satellite monitor that a sudden eruption of black sea flooded the location of the underground palace, moving frantically towards the coast.
After only 10 minutes, one-third of the Nightmare Bird Forest's garrison was covered, and then slowly stagnated in place.
One hour.
Two hours.
Atheran's soldiers were ready to go, advancing towards the area where the pollutants broke out.
But the black tide never moved again.
When Aselan arrived at the Nightmare Bird Forest, where the eye of the storm was located, the huge shadow that suddenly appeared suddenly disappeared.
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