The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning. Dark and chaotic magic gradually flowed into the sacred corridor. The crystal corridor had a layer of gray color. The ancient defense facilities of the starship were struggling to resist the invasion of the invaders with the support of the remaining energy, but they were losing ground again and again.
Blue-white beams of light crisscrossed in the air and quickly condensed into a crystal wall. However, a moment later, sparks appeared on the crystal wall. A strong vibration and a harsh tearing sound came from the other side of the crystal wall. In just a few minutes, the crystal wall was covered with crisscrossed black cracks.
With a loud bang, the black cracks burst into pieces, and the crystal wall burst into pieces. Three figures wrapped in dark magic rushed through the last layer of the barrier.
At the front was Auguste VII, clad in the pope's robe. This pope had been completely transformed by the power of Chaos. His skin was covered with terrible black lines, blood vessels bulged, muscles bulged, and he was nearly two meters tall. It was hard to believe that not long ago, he was an old and frail old man. He held a black sword that looked like a fragment of the universe in his hand. It seemed that the energy of the sword was eroding and changing his body structure. His sword-wielding arm had swelled abnormally, twice the size of his left arm, and even burst through his clothes.
The second was the former guardian knight, Lavinia. The former female knight had also been severely demonized. The black lines on her skin and red eyes had completely ruined her appearance. Although the female knight was not very beautiful before, these mutated features had destroyed her remaining delicate features, making her look more like a ferocious monster. Lavinia was still holding the shimmering disc in her arms. The sacred energy released by the disc seemed to be burning her body, causing white smoke to rise from her arms. But the female knight seemed to feel nothing, only a twisted fanaticism on her face.
Walking at the back was Hao Ren's old acquaintance, Count Willie.
His demonization was almost no different from the other two. But the most amazing thing was that his arm, which had been cut off by Hao Ren, had miraculously recovered. It was not appropriate to say that it had recovered because the newly grown arm was distorted and proliferating, with countless ugly sarcomas and cracks all over it. It was not so much a human limb, but a demon's arm that was pieced together with black magic.
"The gatekeeper's resistance is really stubborn …" Willy muttered under his breath, his voice was laced with anger and hissing, as if his vocal cords were no longer human. "He's obviously extremely weak, but he still managed to hold us off for so long."
In addition to the black lines on his skin, there were also a large number of crisscrossing wrinkles. His hair had turned white as if he had aged 30 years. This was obviously the price he had to pay for using the power of Lockmarton.
"The Gatekeeper has always been stubborn." Auguste VII's voice was hoarse and deep, with no trace of the kindness and kindness it once had. "He is a foolish artificial soul that only knows how to follow orders, and will never understand the greatness of our cause. But don't worry, I have used the power given by the Lord to severely injure the artificial soul. Before she completes the reconstruction, my Lord will be free from the shackles. "
When Auguste VII mentioned the "power given by the Lord," Willie's eyes involuntarily fell on the cosmic fragment longsword in Auguste VII's hand. There was a kind of eagerness in his eyes that he did not even realize.
That was the power given by the Lord, the power directly from the great Lord Lockmarton! It was the power that could rival the gods, tear the divine power apart, and split the fundamental laws of the world into two! The gatekeeper had set up layers of obstacles with the power of the sacred mountain of Asurmen. Without this artifact, even a dozen popes and executors would have died in these layers of crystals. However, in front of this artifact, the structure of the sacred mountain of Asurmen was as fragile as a piece of paper. It was a pity that such an artifact that could communicate directly with the great Lord had chosen to descend on Auguste VII, a guy who had just received a revelation. As one of the senior cadres of the Cult of Armageddon, Willie's eyes twitched.
Auguste VII was once the supreme ruler of the Cult of the Goddess. Such a former mortal enemy had now become the lucky one favored by the great Lord, which made Willie very dissatisfied.
However, he did not dare to show his dissatisfaction. All the gifts of the great Lord were unquestionable. No matter how incredible the will of the Lord was, it could not be disobeyed. Since the Worldbreaker had appeared in the hands of Auguste VII, as a loyal servant of Lockmarton, Willie could only bow his head and accept it.
Now, Willie only hoped that Auguste VII would be worthy of the favor of the great Lord, and at the same time, his disappointing sister could successfully open the Ark of the Sacred Covenant. Only then could Willie respond to the summons, go to the battlefield of the Everlasting Oblivion, and fight bravely under the witness of Lockmarton.
The last barrier had been broken.
Running out of a sloping corridor, a wide space appeared in front of Willie and his two companions.
This space was very different from any other cabin in Asurmen. It was unusually wide and looked like a giant cavern with an irregular shape. The floor was no longer made of crystals, but large pieces of slate and steel. Between the gaps of the slate, crystal clusters of various sizes glowed softly, illuminating the space. Willie saw that the edge of the space was slightly raised, and there was a structure like a mountain wall. Above the "cavern" was a large, dizzying crystal jungle.
Willie suddenly realized that he had left the main area of Asurmen, and he was actually deep underground.
The sacred crystal mountain of Asurmen was embedded vertically in a huge cavity.
"How … incredible …" Even though Willie had dedicated his soul to Lockmarton, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him and could not help but mutter to himself.
Auguste VII, who knew a lot about the secrets of Sanctum, was the first to calm down. The former pope raised the Worldbreaker in his hand and pointed it forward. "That is the Ark of the Sacred Covenant. Hmph, and the wardens."
Willie looked up, and his pupils could not help but shrink.
In the center of the cavern, there was a crystal-clear, 100-meter-tall pyramid-shaped building. It looked like it was carved out of a single piece of white crystal, and there were no seams or splices on the surface of the huge crystal. On the surface of the crystal pyramid, there was a large circular dent that seemed to be used to place something.
Around the crystal pyramid, twenty-one giants made of stone and steel stood erect in a circle. It was a breathtaking sight.
Every one of these stone giants was vivid and lifelike. Anyone who had been to the Icon Hall would have recognized them as the real statues in the Icon Hall. They were more lifelike and majestic than the statues in the Icon Hall. There was even an aura of life seeping out from the stone and metal bodies!
However, these ancient guardians were not in good shape. A black aura seeped out from the base of the crystal pyramid. No one knew how long this aura had been seeping out. It wrapped around the bodies of the rock guardians and even seeped into their bodies. Every rock guardian showed a look of anger or pain, but they could only stiffen in place like real statues, unable to move at all.
"300 years … 300 years ago, they were imprisoned here by the power of the Great Lord!" Auguste VII slowly moved forward with the Worldbreaker in his hand. The wardens that he once revered and worshipped had now become the target of his criticism. "Unfortunately, the barrier left by the creator is too strong. Even if the wardens fail, there is still the automatic defense mechanism of Asurmen and the barrier of the Realm of Reflections. There are also various divine spells that can stop mortals from getting close, and the abominable gatekeeper. But all of this is over. The last line of defense has collapsed! Lavinia, go. Insert the Radiant Disc into the Ark of the Sacred Covenant, and the Realm of Reflections will flip! The gate of the Forgotten Abyss will open! "
Lavinia's eyes were burning with fanaticism as she walked toward the crystal pyramid step by step. Behind her, Willie's bewitching voice rang out. "Lavinia, hurry up! Our forerunners have launched the last battle in the abyss! Open the gate and let us connect the two worlds! "
Lavinia went straight through the frozen wardens and came to the crystal pyramid.
Then she froze.
Willie's impatient roar came from behind. "Lavinia! What are you waiting for? "
"Brother, this …" Lavinia hesitated and turned her head. "Something is not right."
Willie and Auguste VII came to the pyramid. The latter remained vigilant while the former growled in a low voice, "What are you waiting for? Do you still have doubts about your faith in the Lord? "
The doubt obviously frightened Lavinia. She immediately shook her head. "No, no, no, brother. My faith in the Great Lord is unshakable. But I can't find a place to put the disc on the Ark of the Sacred Covenant, except for this huge depression."
Lavinia raised her hand and pointed to the crystal pyramid.
The three disciples of the Cult of Armageddon looked up at the circular depression with a diameter of ten meters on the pyramid wall.
Then they looked down at the small plastic plate that Lavinia was holding on her chest.
It was not even as big as a washbasin.
Willie sounded a little uncertain. "Maybe … it will become bigger if I put it on?"
"Maybe it doesn't need to fit perfectly." Although Auguste VII was the pope, his knowledge about the Ark of the Sacred Covenant was only a vague concept in the Theocracy. The real Radiant Disc had been missing for many years, so he could only make wild guesses. "Maybe it will work."
Lavinia raised the disc in her hand and compared it in front of the crystal pyramid. She saw the mysterious text at the bottom of the disc, which was the logo of the Fifth Plastics Factory. "It seems to have a front and a back. Which side should be up?"
Willie's eyebrows twitched. "You try both."
Lavinia hesitated for a moment and was ready to try.
However, the moment she was about to put the disc on the pyramid, a voice suddenly came.
"If I were you, I definitely wouldn't play around with a divine artifact without even reading the manual."
Willie looked back in horror and saw the face that he did not want to see the most in his life.
Hao Ren looked at him with a smile on his face, a dog, and a stick in his hand.
The two groups of people were in a stalemate for a moment. Then, all kinds of exclamations sounded almost at the same time.
"Why are you here?"
"Is it … His Holiness the Pope?"
"F * ck, old man, where did you get that big sword in your hand?"
"That's my plate!"
"Woof, woof, woof, woof!" (The alpha is right, don't talk nonsense!)
They did not care about who spoke first.
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