manynovel Chapter 126 126: Mural
Chapter 126 126: Mural
Chapter 127 126: Mural
Rocks' palm was completely pressed against the indentation, and fresh blood was continuously drawn in.
The vein-like patterns glowed with a dark green light, spreading outwards from the center of the depression and quickly covering the entire groove pattern.
The pattern came to life; every line pulsated, emitting a piercing cry.
Yes, the sound of crying.
It was like the heart-wrenching cry of a baby in difficult labor.
"So domineering!"
Oro plugged his and Locus's ears with gold and shouted a warning.
Lox gritted his teeth.
Black lightning exploded from his body!
The three colors of domineering aura intertwined, forming a visible black flame that coiled around his body and poured wildly into his arm pressed against the door.
Countless fine cracks appeared on the surface of the black gate, and a dark green light emanated from within the cracks.
The crying gradually subsided.
The door opened.
There is no sound of hinges turning, and no noise of stone rubbing together.
The entire door dissolved, like biological tissue being enzymatically broken down, revealing the bottomless darkness behind it.
The instant the door completely dissolved, a strange sound emerged from the darkness.
The sound was so complex that it was difficult to hear clearly.
Oro raised his hand, and two orbs of light flew into the doorway.
Then, the sphere of light and the light itself vanished into the darkness.
Oro frowned, staring into the darkness behind the door.
Lockes withdrew his hand and gave it a quick bandage.
He also looked into the room.
He felt as if something was watching him from the depths of darkness.
The fear from the depths of his blood reached its peak at this moment; every cell screamed, making him turn and run away, wishing he would never step into that darkness again.
Oro walked past the controlled Rocks, patted him on the shoulder, and then went to the door, standing at the boundary between light and darkness.
He turned to look at Lox, his golden pupils appearing exceptionally inhuman against the backdrop of the ghastly green light and darkness.
"Alright, thank you for your great contribution. If you're scared, you can go back now."
After speaking, Auro took the last sphere of light and stepped directly into the darkness.
The golden figure was instantly swallowed up.
Rocks stood outside the door, his light gone, surrounded by darkness, yet he still stared into another darkness.
one second.
two seconds.
"Damn it! You bastard! You're gone, how am I supposed to get back?! What the hell!"
Lox cursed and strode into the darkness.
The moment he stepped in, the light from the sphere finally illuminated Lox once again.
They were standing in an extremely wide corridor.
The spiraling downward corridor was wide enough for Harald to run freely.
Everything around was extremely smooth, so smooth that it reflected distorted human figures.
Oro had already walked down more than ten meters. The three orbs of light, one in front, one in the middle, and one in the back, were arranged in order. The light illuminated everything within fifty meters before being swallowed by darkness.
Lox followed, his footsteps echoing multiple times in the vast corridor, the echoes overlapping to create an eerie resonance.
After walking a few steps, he looked back.
The door is gone.
The corridor he walked through stretched upwards into the darkness, leaving only a sloping spiral passage in his field of vision, with no end in sight, neither upwards nor downwards.
"It's a rather interesting place, with a kind of 'you can only enter, but you can't leave' vibe."
Oro's voice came from ahead, still with that infuriatingly calm tone.
But at this moment, that calm voice made Lox feel a little more at ease.
Lox didn't reply; he followed Oro down the path.
Reliefs began to appear on the walls of the corridor.
It's not the distorted geometric patterns found at the top of a tower, but rather a continuous, figurative mural.
Oro stopped in front of the first relief mural, which covered an entire curved wall.
The sphere of light rises, illuminating the entire image.
The content of the murals is disturbing.
The background is a starry sky, but the starry sky is not a collection of stars; it is a collection of countless eyes.
Eyes of varying sizes and pupil shapes; some are human eyes, some are those of wild beasts, and many more are bizarre pupils that defy categorization.
However, all of their eyes had very neat, thick eyelashes.
These eyes densely cover the background, each one looking towards the center of the image.
A shape is suspended in the center.
An indescribable form.
It resembles an aggregate of countless tentacles, or the entrails of some mollusc that have been turned inside out and are beginning to swell.
Its body surface is covered with countless tiny tentacles and suckers, as well as a large number of mouthparts that open and close constantly.
The shape has no fixed outline, and the edges are blurred, as if it is melting or wriggling.
The shape is surrounded by a twisted vortex.
Below the figure are depicted tiny humanoid creatures, as small as insects and ants, kneeling and raising their hands in a sacrificial gesture.
Some of the humanoid creatures were holding something that looked like internal organs, or perhaps some kind of luminous crystal.
Rocks stared at the shape for only a short while before his eyes started to ache.
Only after he looked away did he realize that the lines of the relief sculpture were actually moving slightly; it wasn't an illusion of light and shadow, but a real movement.
The outlines of those tentacles were changing their curvature extremely slowly, and the pupils of those eyes were slightly dilating.
"Don't stare at it for too long."
Oro's voice came through: "These reliefs are spiritually polluting."
"How do you know everything?"
"Ha, so-called geniuses are just born wise people, which mortals like you would never understand."
Lox gave a speechless "tsk" and they continued walking down.
The second relief appears fifty meters away.
In the scene, humanoid creatures are building cities in the deep sea.
The tools they used were primitive, such as stone hammers and bone chisels. Their architectural style was unclassifiable, with too many sharp angles and structures that defied gravity. Some towers grew upside down, extending upwards from the seabed but then curving in mid-air.
In the center of the city, the enormous shape floats, with countless translucent tentacles extending from its body, connecting to every building.
The third and fourth paintings —
The continuous reliefs tell the story of the construction of a magnificent city.
However, the image became increasingly chaotic, and the lines became more and more distorted.
The appearance of the humanoid creatures began to change. Some people grew scales, some had webbed fingers, and some grew tendril-like growths on their heads.
Finally, there is a mural that occupies an entire section of the corridor, stretching over 100 meters in length.
The city depicted in the mural has been built, with a gigantic form floating directly above it, its tentacles connecting all the buildings.
And at the highest point in the city center, stood a person.
A tall man with a thick beard, his face was resolute, but his expression was pained.
In the image, the man has his arms outstretched and is looking up at the enormous shape above him.
Then, tendrils dozens of times thicker than those in the previous murals descended from the body, piercing the man's chest, abdomen, limbs, and head.
The mural depicts the interior of a man's body, with tentacles occupying his bones, muscles, and internal organs.
And the brain.
The tentacles fused with his human tissue, growing into a mixture of flesh and blood, half human and half tentacles.
In the last short shot, the man's eyes changed.
Those pupils that were originally human have become those bizarre shapes that blend into the starry sky in the background.
The relief mural is finished.
For a long stretch afterward, the walls were blank, smooth black surfaces.
Lox walked slowly, staring at the last mural for a long time, until Oro urged him on.
"Keep going."
Oro remained calm: "These murals are merely records, not necessarily the truth."
"Then what is the truth?"
"Lox asked, his voice sounding strangely distorted, so much so that even he himself could hardly hear it clearly," he said.
"Only what you prove with your own hands counts."
Oro has continued down.