"Prepare for battle …" Ugart said in a muffled voice as he took out his spear.
Looking at the stone door that was slowly opening, Elwyn focused and prepared for a big battle.
In the next second, he panted and put down his wand. There was nothing outside the stone door.
At this time, the Fallen Centaurs were all fighting fiercely outside. They did not expect that someone would sneak in from the depths of the lake, so the entire Moon Temple was defenseless.
"Very good, our battle plan succeeded. No one noticed that we've already entered the temple." Ugart did not hesitate and turned straight to the left passage. "This way, humans. We don't have much time to waste. We have to reach the top of the temple before they notice. That's our destination, the evil ritual is being carried out there."
Under the dim light of the torch, the ancient temple was filled with a mysterious atmosphere.
The mottled walls only had traces of the corrosion of time. Many of the Centaurs' unique hieroglyphs and huge stone sculptures stood silently in the corners, covered in dust.
In the empty passage, only the sound of two people's hurried footsteps echoed.
Just like not long ago, when Elwyn first entered the temple, even after a thousand years, the peaceful temple had not changed.
But he quickly noticed something different. As he passed through a huge round arched stone room, Elwyn noticed that the ground and the surrounding walls were covered in dark red paint.
Questions popped up in his mind. What were these Fallen Centaurs doing?
Why would they use red paint to paint their sacred temple? This was too abnormal.
Immediately, he realized that he was wrong. The dark red liquid was not paint at all. They were all dried blood stains. A massacre had happened here before.
There were no corpses, no wreckage, only dried blood clots were left behind, quietly telling of the crimes that had happened in this room in the past.
Elwyn followed Ugart in. His feet stepped on the sticky ground, making a soft tearing sound.
Sssss, sssss, sssss …
The sound was very uncomfortable, and the pungent smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.
Elwyn felt a wave of nausea, and he forced himself not to vomit.
"Those Fallen Centaurs have gone completely mad, believing that the Evil God will lead them to glory …" Ugart looked very uncomfortable. "According to its request, they captured a large number of creatures to massacre here. The Evil God and its believers require a large amount of flesh and blood as a tribute."
"What a crazy move. Let's go quickly …" Elwyn waved his hand.
He tried to hold his breath and clenched his collarbone to suppress this strong physiological reaction. He never thought he would see such a scene in the Centaur Temple.
Just as Professor Trelawney said, this dark temple was full of taboos.
They moved forward quickly, passing through the entire room. The stone door slowly opened, and Iven took the lead. Then, he suddenly stopped and stared at the passage in front of him with wide eyes.
On the ground not too far away, there was the corpse of the Water Monster Gridilo.
It seemed to have been forgotten by the Fallen Horse people here. Its heavily decayed face was facing Elwyn. The face looked very much like a human's, its expression twisted in pain. The missing muscles seemed to have been eaten by some unknown creature. Its exposed eye sockets were filled with hatred as it stared forward in the darkness.
It wasn't that Elwyn hadn't killed the Grindylow before, but it was definitely torture.
Just to satisfy the momentary pleasure of the killer, or perhaps even more sinister, to torture the soul of this water monster, making it unable to rest in peace for all eternity.
This was the key to crafting a soul tool. Through the torture before death, the soul would become extremely unstable, making it easier for it to split or be absorbed.
The nausea grew stronger, and Elwyn subconsciously raised his wand.
A golden flame emerged from his wand and burned the body of Glindylo, hoping that it could rest in peace.
"This is only a part of it. The crime you're about to witness will far exceed your imagination." Ugart said coldly, with suppressed anger in his voice, "That Evil God caused the noble centaurs to become evil heretics, and will never be forgiven."
Elwyn nodded, his mouth full of bitterness.
He tried to make himself appear calmer, as if these were no big deal, and made up his mind to stop the Evil God that was being summoned.
The circular room full of coagulated blood stains seemed to be a signal. Just as Ugart said, further down the road, Elwyn saw many unimaginable scenes.
The walls at both ends of the tunnel were painted with horrifying monsters, their fangs wide open as they devoured flesh and blood.
As far as Elwyn knew, these demonic creatures would never appear in any magic book. They were like the imagination of the centaurs, and did not exist at all.
He also hoped that everything was as he thought, that these monsters did not exist, or else he could not imagine how to fight them. This was far beyond his common sense.
What he saw along the way gave him a whole new understanding of the centaur species.
Using the words of the house-elf Dobby, if a house-elf is corrupted, then he will be irredeemable. This sentence was also applicable to centaurs.
Hobbies of stargazing, divination, archery, these were not all centaurs had.
This kind of rugged and mysterious creature had an unimaginable fanaticism in its heart.
Elwyn and Ugart walked forward, although they did not communicate, both of them unconsciously quickened their pace.
"Wait a minute, this is too strange." Ugart suddenly frowned, "The temple is too quiet, it's impossible that they did not leave a single guard behind."
Although it was a sneak attack, if they just charged to the top of the temple and destroyed the ongoing summoning ceremony, that would be a huge joke.
The fallen centaurs would not be so stupid, the additional challenge that Gryffindor gave to Elwyn would not be so simple, there must be something waiting for them.
"Those fallen centaurs are all fighting outside, either they are not allowed to enter here, or they have other defensive measures." Elwyn analyzed.
He thought of the horrifying statues he saw in the room before, those insect-shaped monsters with holes in their heads.
"Maybe we can …" Ugart suddenly stopped.
He gripped his spear tightly and looked ahead nervously, as if something was coming.
Buzz, buzz buzz, buzz buzz buzz …
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