Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The Netherrealm Clock Tower was a huge and magnificent building. Although its shape was distorted and discordant, it still had an impressive scale. Just thinking of the full view of the building from outside the tower, Hao Ren could tell that the round hall they were in was actually far from the entire floor of the clock tower, but only a small part of it. He stood in the middle of the hall, which had faded in color and had a strange atmosphere. He looked up at the high vault and saw a dazzling crisscrossing structure. A large number of capillary-like brackets and beams intertwined above his head. Some of them seemed to be the original roof structure of the hall, but some of them seemed to be the framework of other buildings that had been blended in. Behind the crisscrossing beams and scaffolds was a dim round vault. The vault was so high that it could almost be described as far away. Hao Ren squinted and looked carefully. There were exquisite patterns and patterns on the vault, some of which seemed to depict a huge creature with a lot of tentacles that covered the entire planet.
It was the scene of the First Born sowing.
There was no doubt that this twisted and weird tower was indeed the creation of the goddess of creation. And Hao Ren believed that the tower was not originally like this. Something must have happened after the fall of the goddess to make it look like this.
Lily wandered in the hall with her Frostfire Claws in hand. She hunched her body and sniffed the old murals and the demon-hunter items on the wooden shelves from time to time. Although the strange atmosphere made her nervous, the husky maiden still performed her duty very seriously. She stopped beside a shelf full of artifacts, her tail wagging unconsciously. "Someone touched these things not long ago … There's a very fresh smell on them."
Hao Ren retracted his gaze from the ceiling. "How long ago was that?"
"At most a day ago," Lily ran back briskly. "Mr. Landlord, Mr. Landlord, do you still have any spicy sticks?"
Hao Ren was about to scold her for not forgetting to eat no matter what, but when he saw Lily's eyes, he suddenly realized something. "Are you going to transform here?!"
"It's better to be prepared." Lily rubbed her claws. "If I really have to face those sages, I don't think I can defeat them if I don't transform …"
Hao Ren took out a pack of spicy strips from his Dimensional Pocket and threw it at her. White Flame walked up to them. The demon hunter maiden heard Lily's words and said faintly, "If you're up against a sage, you won't be able to defeat him even if you shapeshift. The elders are already as powerful as the ancient gods, and the sages have even more taboo knowledge and experience than the elders … "
Before White Flame could finish, Vivian curled her lips and interrupted her. "They also have lumbar disc herniation and rheumatism. Those old guys haven't fought for thousands of years. They've been cooped up in this damn black tower for thousands of years. To be honest, I wonder how much combat power they have left. I believe they have wisdom, but I don't believe they have a strong physique. "
Lily glanced at Vivian and said, "Don't forget that you're from the same generation as them …"
"Enough, don't talk nonsense at this time," Hao Ren interrupted them and looked up at White Flame. "What's the probability of the sages taking action in person?"
"Under normal circumstances, it's almost impossible for them to take action. Their bodies have been destroyed by the taboo knowledge. Every time they take action, it's not only a huge threat to the outside world, but also a great pain for them. But now … it's hard to say. The people we brought this time are just the vanguard. The plan is to deal with the regular guards in the tower and wait for the main force to come in before attacking the upper zone. But this place … "
"But this place is like a haunted house now," Hao Ren said, looking at the empty round hall and the master demon hunters who were scattered around looking for clues. "There's not a single guard in sight. To be honest, this' safe 'state is even more unsettling. "
Teuton and the master demon hunters were no strangers to the structure of the Netherrealm Clock Tower, so they quickly completed the search on the first floor of the tower. The scattered demon hunters gathered again, and no one found any enemies.
"There's no one on the first floor, but there's a faint aura on the second floor and above, but it didn't respond to our arrival," a hoarse demon hunter reported. "There's a freshly maintained hunting crossbow in the gatekeeper's house. It looks like it's ready for a battle, but somehow, the owner of the weapon has disappeared."
Teuton scratched his chin and thought for a moment. He decided to leave a few people in the round hall to wait for the main force while the others continued to move to the upper level of the Netherrealm Clock Tower.
The interior of the Netherrealm Clock Tower was as large as a palace. There were three different staircases from the round hall on the first floor to the second floor. After some thought, Teuton chose the relatively safe one: this staircase spiraled up along the outside of the round hall to the depths of the wine cellar on the second floor, where it was said that the security there was relatively weak.
As for why the wine cellar was on the second floor, there was no need to figure it out.
As Hao Ren stepped on the faded, gloomy staircase, the ancient murals and reliefs gradually receded around him. He felt as if he was walking in the abdomen of a dying pale monster, and everything around him was lingering with the smell of death. A strange chill blew down from the staircase in front of him. This chill seemed to go straight into his soul, making him and White Flame shiver slightly.
"You feel it too?" Hao Ren looked at White Flame. "It seems that there's wind."
"It's the wind of the spiritual realm," White Flame said with a grave look on her face. "Some places inside the Netherrealm Clock Tower are connected to strange places. Part of the tower is in Coldpath, and the other part is in some distorted, overlapping, contradictory space and time. This kind of strange wind often blows out of thin air. No matter how powerful you are, you will feel an unbearable chill in this wind. My teacher said that this wind is the 'wind of the spirit realm', the wailing of the original owners of the Coldpath dimension who were imprisoned in the past timeline. Whenever this wind blows, the state of the clock tower begins to destabilize, "Vivian said.
As she spoke, she suddenly mentioned Hasse, who had long been captured by the Council of Elders. "My mentor may still be imprisoned in this tower."
"Is he still alive?"
"I don't believe that he would die like this, in this ridiculous infighting," White Flame said, biting her lip. "My mentor has gone through many hardships in his life. He even survived the cruelest Twilight of the Gods. How could he die in this place?"
At this time, Lily, who was walking behind Hao Ren, suddenly twitched her ears. "Hey, did you hear something?"
"Something?" Hao Ren stopped suspiciously. "What?"
Lily closed her eyes. Her pointy canine ears flickered gently in the air, constantly turning in all directions. Some subtle, low-pitched sounds that could only be heard by dogs came intermittently into her ears. The sound was buzzing as if many people were talking in their sleep, or it sounded like a secret sacrificial ritual, or some evil creature was whispering in the shadows, luring the ignorant to pursue the forbidden and untouchable mysteries. Lily's golden eyes shone slightly in the darkness. "It sounds like a lot of people are talking."
White Flame immediately clenched her dagger and focused more on concealing everyone's breath. "Is it the guards of the Council of Elders?"
"It doesn't look like it," Lily said in a trance. "It's buzzing, like they're saying something. It's making me a little dizzy."
Then she suddenly shook her head, grabbed a spicy strip from the snack bag at hand, and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it hard. She suddenly recovered and said, "It's okay. Maybe it's infrasound. My ears can hear a lot of sounds that ordinary people can't. "
"There's still no one in front," Teuton said, squinting slightly to sense the breath at the end of the stairs. He could feel that the breath was still far away. "Maybe it's the influence of the Netherrealm Wind. There are many strange phenomena in this tower. It's your first time here. Be vigilant, but don't be too paranoid. "
A few minutes later, they reached the end of the spiral stairs. Teuton was the first to disappear at the exit, and Hao Ren followed closely.
As Teuton said, the exit was located in the depths of a wine cellar. As soon as Hao Ren came out, he smelled an intoxicating aroma of wine wafting around him. Huge wine barrels were neatly arranged around him. He could not help but sigh. "You guys have a good life. Demon hunters have a lot of hobbies. Ugh, what's wrong?"
He found that Teuton did not respond to him. The master demon hunter just stood in front of him, looking up at the structure of the building above.
After a long time, Teuton broke the silence. "The structure has changed. The structure of the Netherrealm Clock Tower has changed!"
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