The Netherrealm Clock Tower floated alone and silently in the dark nothingness, like a silent tombstone at the apex of the Coldpath dimension. As the demon hunters' strongholds fell into a sea of fire one after another, the distant darkness lit up, indicating the collapse of the energy nodes. But the weird tower just stayed silent in the darkness as if the sages inside had completely ignored what was happening on the front line.
It was a building that was completely different from the other ruins in Coldpath. Although it was certainly from the Star of Creation, its distorted shape was out of place with the other elegant and gorgeous temples. The Netherrealm Clock Tower was like a pile of randomly put together blocks, a bunch of inexplicable geometric objects piled up into the shape of a tower. If it were not suspended in this strange dimension, it would be hard to believe that such a building could stand normally on the ground. Not only was Hao Ren amazed by the size and strange shape of the tower, but he was also attracted by the strange state of its surface.
The Netherrealm Clock Tower was covered with a large expanse of darkness. It was not an ordinary shadow, but the purest, purest darkness without any impurities. The color of the darkness was so deep that the naked eye could not distinguish the details of the place covered by the darkness. Hao Ren could only see a dark silhouette that looked like a paper-cut painting against the starlight background. These large expanses of darkness covered almost two-thirds of the surface of the Netherrealm Clock Tower, making the strange shape of the tower even more gloomy and terrifying.
When Hao Ren saw the black matter covering the Netherrealm Clock Tower, he immediately felt an inexplicable chill from the bottom of his heart. His sixth sense began to go wild, and he instinctively took a few steps back. He looked at the Netherrealm Clock Tower, which had been eroded by the dark matter and almost turned into a thick silhouette. He could not believe that this was the original appearance of the building. "Is this normal?"
Master Teuton's reaction was almost the same as his. The demon hunter also took a few steps back. "This … What's going on?"
"Lanina's previous report did not mention this phenomenon." Y 'zaks' muscles tightened. Even he felt that the thing in front of him was a little dangerous. "This is probably the change after the last attack," he said.
Hao Ren took the MDT out of his pocket. "Check what this is."
The MDT emitted a blue light lazily, scanned the surface of the black matter on the outer wall of the clock tower a few times, and then flew back. "It's somewhat similar to the Shades of Chaos we encountered before, but a little different. They don't show any activity and seem to be stationary on the surface of the building."
"The Shades of Chaos?" Hao Ren felt a little sour when he heard the name. He still remembered how much trouble this black shadow had caused before. These black shadows, separated from the Sin of the Divine Blood, were the culprits of the innate hostility between the otherworldlings and the previous incident in the Ancattero territory. Countless demon hunters and descendants of the Tannaeans died in the chaos.
But after the initial nervousness, Hao Ren immediately realized that the phenomenon similar to the Shade of Chaos on the surface of the Netherrealm Clock Tower was entirely reasonable: Coldpath was the place where the goddess of creation fell.
If the Gilded Disc, which carried the divine blood, could become the carrier of the original sin, the ruins of the palace where the goddess fell must have undergone a similar change.
According to the information brought by White Flame, the temperament of the thirteen sages suddenly changed after Hasse returned from Ancattero and reported about the Sin of the Divine Blood. So the civil war among the demon hunters was probably a continuation of the Shades of Chaos.
The black shadow covering the surface of the tower seemed to confirm this association. Hao Ren felt an uncomfortable cold feeling from the shadow, which was similar to the Shades of Chaos. Although the MDT thought that the shadow was somewhat different from the Shades of Chaos, the two were probably homologous. Hao Ren thought of the deicidal murder scene that he and Vivian had found. Could the disappearance of the divine blood at the scene have something to do with the change in the Netherrealm Clock Tower?
"Are we still going in?" White Flame pulled out her sacred silver dagger, which was burning with a white sacred flame. "My sacred flame can resist the shadow," she said.
Hao Ren looked up at the Netherrealm Clock Tower, which was eerily silent in the darkness. He had imagined that they would face a fierce battle when they came to the tower, but he did not expect that they would be standing under the tower like this. The tower remained silent, like the corpse of a monster in the shadow, quietly waiting for visitors. No guards rushed out, and no defensive devices were activated. The burning battlefields in other parts of Coldpath seemed to have nothing to do with this place. Hao Ren suppressed his uneasiness. He believed in the MDT's judgment: the shadow on the outside of the tower was not active. So he nodded hard. "We have come this far. Everyone, stay alert. Pay attention to mental attacks when you go in. If you feel any abnormal psychological fluctuations, alert us immediately!"
Under Teuton's lead, they found the gate of the Netherrealm Clock Tower. The gate was inlaid with a large dark-red crystal, placed at a strange angle on the wall. One-third of the surface of the gate was covered with a dark shadow, and the uneroded surface still had exquisite patterns and symbols. Those were not symbols of any language known to the world, but words left by the goddess of creation.
The MDT immediately scanned and archived these precious runes. Teuton sighed. "We have spent a long time deciphering the various runes in the ruins of Coldpath, trying to master these powerful forces from a super civilization. But in the end, we could only crack a part of it. The runes on this gate are still undeciphered."
Lily stared at the gate for a while. "It says on the left that the door opens inward, and on the right, it says close the door."
Teuton and White Flame immediately looked at Lily, dumbfounded. Hao Ren quickly pulled the husky maiden aside. "Err, don't listen to her. She's often out of her mind."
Lily protested. "Hey, don't pull me! Really, this is what's written on the gate. Don't you have a translation — "
"Shut up."
Hao Ren ignored Lily's protest. He checked the status of the Steel Membrane Shield, then stepped forward and put his hand on the unusually heavy gate.
The gate opened silently.
Dozens of master demon hunters instantly raised their crossbows and aimed at the gate. Hao Ren immediately crouched down, took out his gun, and pointed it forward. But the expected enemy did not appear.
Behind the gate was an empty round hall. The dim light of the candlestick flickered in the depths of the round hall, casting a mottled shadow on the door. There were no demon hunters, traps, or gears. Like an old castle that had been deserted for hundreds of years, the Netherrealm Clock Tower was dead and silent.
"No one …" Vivian threw a small bat into the hall. After a while, she whispered, "But there's the smell of blood and living things on the higher floors. Everyone, be on your guard. "
Hao Ren took the lead and walked into the Netherrealm Clock Tower with his Steel Membrane Shield. Lily held her claws and followed closely behind him, followed by Vivian, Y 'zaks, and his daughter. White Flame and Teuton, along with dozens of master demon hunters, followed in a line. After everyone entered the tower, Lily looked back nervously. The atmosphere around them was strange. She was afraid that the gate would automatically close after everyone entered the tower, just like in a horror movie.
The gate was not closed. It was as if everything here had been left unattended.
Hao Ren looked around. It was a dim hall, and all the walls and floors lacked color. Faded murals and reliefs could still be vaguely seen on the curved walls of the round hall. Although the style was the same as the reliefs in the other temples, this lifeless hue was particularly uncomfortable. There were also many messy wooden shelves around the round hall. Those shelves must have been moved in later by the demon hunters. There were weapons such as cross hammers, long swords, and some unknown artifacts and ornaments.
Just like the state of the whole hall, these things on the shelves also lacked color.
"It's like a faded old photo …" Vivian could not help but murmur as she looked at the dim environment.
Lily blinked. She did not have much reaction when she saw the scene in front of her. "It's nothing … Is the color faded badly?"
Hao Ren glanced at her. "Can't you tell?"
Lily nodded matter-of-factly. "I'm color blind."
Hao Ren was speechless.
Teuton looked around gloomily and waved to the elite demon hunters behind him. "Let's split up and search. Ivian, Karude, pay attention to the spiral staircase. If there's any movement, alert us immediately. "
"There's a kind of …" Vivian mumbled. "It makes me very uncomfortable."
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