I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

"I tried all my methods but couldn't trigger the mechanism and wake up the sleeping Gribby?"

Watson looked at the ashes of firewood under the huge deer head, the broken blade of the sword, the broken lead bullets... and the large piles of dry bones scattered on the surrounding ground.

The flesh and blood of these unknown dead people had long since rotted away, leaving only the filthy bones stained with traces of dried rot. When you get closer, you can smell an indescribable smell.

Watson squatted down and carefully observed the pile of corpses scattered under the bronze wall... They should have come from different eras when they were alive. Some of the clothes had been decomposed by nature, and the corresponding bones were also broken into dregs and almost pieced together. There is no complete human body.

The only difference between the four skeletons is that the calcium in their bones has not been completely lost, they are still a little brittle and tough, and their clothes are also relatively intact... Judging from the yellowed stacked high fronts, they should be From the time of the Four Georges.

But Watson found that the causes of death of these four skeletons seemed to be very similar. The third and fourth ribs on the left side of the sternum were partially missing, and they were hollow-like, as if there had been a column deep inside. The ground pierced into their body cavities... After all, behind these two ribs is the location of the human heart!

He looked at the size of the hollows in the chests of the four skeletons, and he already knew it in his mind. He looked up at the still complete left horn of the huge deer head, and looked at the sharp protrusion at the top.

"Nelo, has this deer head ever attacked you?"

Nello replied: "This is something that has never happened before. I have said it before. No matter what methods we tried, even if we poured mana directly into the deer's head, the deer capital remained indifferent, as if it was just an ordinary person. Tong’s statue.”

Crowett interjected: "But... Mr. Nello, isn't this big deer head just a statue?"

Watson and Nello looked at each other and smiled. Both of them knew very well that although the deer head in front of them was indeed a statue, it was not just a statue. It was the third largest door in the underground pyramid space/the stag in the sky. The imitation of the Gate...is related to the future of our religious order/my path to promotion in Mansu.

Watson looked at the huge golden broken head in front of him. The moth inside his skull was vibrating its scale wings on its own after a long absence, and a faint whisper sounded in his ears again.

"Oh! Is this the temple of Grebe? I didn't expect that in the waking world, there are still mortals who would choose to believe in this injured elk. Is it because they hope to gain the privilege of the gate?"

"Oh no, this is just a poor imitation, a mortal artifact trying to imitate the named one. Even the magic power that once had the charm of Gribi inside has been withdrawn... and the effect of retelling the riddle has been lost. "

"Come closer and let me take a closer look at the last remaining riddle in this badly damaged statue."

The moth inside the skull whispered like this, and it was like Watson talking to himself in the bottom of his heart. He approached the bronze wall in a trance and reached out to touch the broken teeth of the huge deer head's maxillary bone like a broken knife.

The scaled wings of the moth inside the skull vibrated on their own, and the scaly moth's mana quietly seeped out from the palm of his hand and sank into the huge deer head... Watson seemed to have seen the last activation of this imitation Stag Gate decades ago. scene.

"What attracts the many-winged wood owl?"

The four visitors holding torches couldn't help but glance at each other when they heard the riddle slowly spoken from the Head of Gribi. Then the eyes of the other three were focused on a visitor with sharp eyes as sharp as a knife.

Under the gaze of everyone, the visitor just frowned tightly and said, "Owls... will only gather where the warriors fell, where the heroes ended, on their corpses."

However, when the leader of Grebi heard this answer, he made no move. It seems that he is just waiting silently, waiting for them to give the correct answer,

"What's going on?!"

"Did you not tell the whole story, boss?"

"..."

The visitor who spoke was silent. He was the closest to the head of Gribi. His sharp eyes had already caught a glimpse of the faint stimulant mist leaking from the top of Gribi's horn. At the same time, he also felt the inside of the huge deer head. He is leaking a trace of the blade magic power that he is most familiar with, trying to arouse the fighting spirit of those who come.

He knew that the leader of Grebi was not waiting for the correct answer. The correct answer was not just verbal words, but needed to be proven by actual actions!

He did not answer the questions of his subordinates, but silently activated the Soul Body Blade Aspect, exuding a high-spirited atmosphere, mixed with the high-level Blade Aspect mana leaked from the head of Gribi, and spread secretly to the surroundings.

The double fusion of the influence of the two blades was enough to make the passionate power of the crowd silently penetrate into the hearts of these subordinates. The rage and resistance were like pea seeds that absorbed sufficient nutrition and were planted deeply into their hearts, quickly taking root and sprouting. growing up healthily.

A man with scars all over his body was the first to be hit. His expression immediately darkened, "Is this deer's head broken? Why didn't he open the door when he heard the answer?!"

A visitor whose head was shiny and reflected the light of the torch also had a look of impatience on his face. Heat waves rose up on his body and made his clothes rustle. He shouted angrily: "Hey boss, did you answer the question wrong? ! This question should be within the scope of your blade cultivators’ knowledge, don’t you even know this?”

"Aix, what's your attitude? You dare to question the boss's words?!" The man with a feminine face like a beautiful woman retorted.

"Ask me what my attitude is? Yakas, you dead gay, don't think that just because you have an affair with the boss, I, Aix, have to give in to you. I tell you, I have been putting up with you for a long time, you androgynous freak!!!"

"Oh--" Yakas let out a high-pitched and piercing scream, and threw the torch in his hand to the ground.

But the next moment, the anger in his heart, under the wild vibration of the cup phase, turned into an eager appetite. He stretched out his slender tongue to lick his bright red lips, and stared at the strong man in front of him with a look as if he was looking at food. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely and let out a creepy and sinister laugh.

Axe was horrified by the gaze that seemed to be filled with greed. His inner iron-clad masculine character would never allow him to surrender. He was the first to lose control in the high-spirited atmosphere. He could not suppress the raging fire that surged for no reason. He moved the torch in front of his face as if to block the other party's sight, but suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled. The hot breath spewed out of his mouth, enveloping the fireworks in front of him and turning into a scorching fireball that shot out!

This ball of fire, which contained the power of casting, exploded on Yacas' face, igniting all his silky and smooth hair like a waterfall, and even burning his carefully maintained face to only charred flesh and blood.

"Ahhhhh!!! You dare to burn my hair, my beautiful face!!!!" Yacas let out a shrill scream, unable to suppress his inner rage any longer. His urgent appetite had captured him. His tongue extended to a foot long, and the front part of the sharp fork licked the flesh on his face. He first rolled a mouthful of still fragrant roasted meat into his stomach, and then his two round eyeballs were filled with a bright red color like wine.

He summoned the phantom of beauty and wine, intoxicated Aix's senses with the gentle environment, and took advantage of the other party's confusion and took out a sharp dagger with his backhand, attacking the other party's weak throat... Even if you say you are a tough caster as steel, your throat cartilage can hardly resist this blade dagger given to me by the boss! ! !

Tear, the blade dagger really easily cut the skin at the opponent's throat, and the blood as bright as ruby ​​spurted out, splashing on the newly pink face of Yakas between the burnt black, and splashing on the corners of his mouth. He smelled the scorching fragrance, and even his teeth unconsciously grew sharp, turning into hollow sharp teeth that are most suitable for drinking the blood from the neck.

"Ahhhhh!!! Yakas, you damn bitch--"

Before Axe could finish his words, the man who was thirsty for the cup had already pounced on him, and his sharp canine teeth pierced into his injured neck, greedily sucking the hot blood, tasting the fragrance like thick soup.

"You are fucking looking for death, Yakas, you dare to swallow my blood directly!!!"

Axe suddenly pinched the neck of the androgynous monster in front of him, and roughly tore the other party off from his body, even the flesh and blood at the throat was torn off a large piece for this.

He silently chanted a spell like a hammer, and his body deformed like a forged weapon. The skin on his throat rolled up to cover the wound, and his bones made a crackling sound. His body suddenly rose several feet taller, and the flesh and blood of his arms, chest, and thighs swelled violently like inflation. His skin was flowing with a cold and stern metallic brilliance, as if he was wearing a heavy giant armor.

Axe looked at Yakas, who was struggling like a little chicken in his hand, but he didn't expect that the other party would dare to stick out his tongue to lick the blood left on his lips at this moment... The anger in his heart was as turbulent as a furnace! ! !

His body surface quickly heated up, and his skin turned red like metal about to melt, and even the surrounding air began to twist and wave. His right arm was even hotter, and it was clearly visible that the blood vessels were flowing with boiling blood like iron slurry!

The blood on Yacas' lips burst into flames, crackling like metal liquid reaching its ignition point. His stomach cavity continued to swell like a ball filled with gas, bursting through the buttons of his clothes. His snow-white, round belly was exposed to everyone's view, and the smooth and delicate skin was also clearly visible with a bright orange glow like a flame!

With a bang, the belly of the cup-phase desire captor exploded, and the roasted stomach slices, roasted large intestines, roasted raw intestines, roasted small intestines and other burnt food residues wrapped in the residual flames all burst and splashed, covering Aix's head and making him a bloody mess.

Aix laughed cruelly in the flesh and flames. He seemed to see that after he had obtained the secret treasure of this trip, he would have gained a lot of money and been promoted to a higher level. He could swim in the hot ocean and the warm magma. The pungent smell of sulfur was sweeter than ever before. It was inhaled into the nose and lungs, making the brain sober as if it had been enlightened... He couldn't help but open his mouth and drink the hot and boiling magma happily. He felt warm in his stomach and comfortable all over!

But why did the taste of this magma taste salty, so much like the taste of my own blood? !

Aix shook his head violently to try to wake up. In a trance, he seemed to see an unusually sharp dagger constantly stabbing into his mouth and cutting off his tongue.

Pieces of naturally mature raw meat slices as thin as cicada wings were put into the mouth of a beautiful and charming woman. The woman chewed the slices and stretched out her thumb in admiration.

Aix felt that something was not right about all this, but the next moment his thoughts returned to the warm ocean and the hot magma. The steaming heat made him tremble. He only felt that his thoughts He was so high as never before, and sparks of inspiration burst out every time he thought... He unconsciously wanted to express his emotion out loud, but felt that words could not express his inner joy, so he could only keep shouting in his mind.

"Ah! Praise the great forge of the day! Is this the grace you bestow?!"

"Ah! Thank you, the original and oldest day forge! Let me enjoy the beauty of heat!!!"

"Ah! Thanks to the God who ends the night and the unchangeable, who rebuilt the furnace of day with fire, so that I can be reborn in the flames!!"

Yacas looked at the muscular man who had fallen into the inner desire environment under the influence of his cup phase magic. He just smiled slightly and swallowed hard... As expected, flesh and blood containing secret power tasted much better. , the taste is much richer than those low-grade blood food! But I’ve finished eating the pork tongue slices, what should I eat next?

"Is it the fragrant and chewy grilled ribs? Or the plump and juicy rib meat? Or the thick and tough one..."

He looked at the fleshy man's waist and abdomen. When he thought of the delicious and nutritious food parts, his body couldn't help but tremble with excitement, and a certain part of it was lifted up in excitement.

Saliva flowed unsatisfactorily from the corner of his mouth again, dripping along the chin where the new pink flesh had broken through the charred skin.

“Let’s save the most delicious part until the end... Let’s start with some squidgy meatballs as an appetizer, and then have a bowl of sticky and sweet tofu puffs.”

Yacas smiled sinisterly, gesturing with the dagger in his hand to take out the fresh ingredients.

Then, a blade weapon of a higher level than the dagger in his hand came out of his chest. The cruel and sharp magic attached to the blade completely twisted his heart into a ball of minced flesh.

Yacas let out a muffled cry of pain. Even with his extremely strong vitality, he could feel that the light in his skull began to waver due to the injury from this blow. He looked at the light coming out of his chest. At the sight of a familiar blade, he turned around in disbelief and looked at his lover.

He pointed tremblingly at the alien beast with a body like a sharp armor, and his voice revealed the despair of being betrayed, "Glias, you..."

His lover just smiled and said, "Sorry, it seems that Aix is ​​not enough."

In the original work, there are actually only five categories of Gribby's riddles: moth, lamp, cup, revelation, and secret history. However, according to the setting of this work, there should be nine categories of riddles.