Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

When Esther approached the door, Lev was still standing between Bartlett and Smith, and had no intention of stepping forward to guide her, so she stopped in front of the black door and looked back at the door. Several people.

Not surprisingly, Esther saw Bartlett's gloomy and uneasy eyes. Smith still did not raise his head. When Lev and Esther's eyes met, he nodded casually - this action was more like a perfunctory gesture. , there is no actual guiding significance in it.

In this case, Esther no longer hesitated. She raised her hand decisively and pushed forward. However, the door was extremely heavy. The first time she tried to move forward, she failed to make it move at all.

Esther did not look back, but pushed forward a second time - and using a little extraordinary power, she deceived the "push" she exerted on the door, causing it to react several times and fall on the door. physically.

With a dull friction sound, the door slowly moved back. Esther noticed that there was a faint light under her palm. Worried about causing any changes, she could only quickly move her hand away.

The thick black stone slab only gave way to a small crack in the door, leaving a gap for a single person to pass sideways. Esther was worried that it would close again, so she ducked through without hesitation.

Before Esther could make any further movements, the gap slowly closed, as if there was an invisible repulsive force between it and the outside world.

Lev sighed heavily and sat down on the stone chair on the other side of Balitli. He slumped down on it, staring blankly at the closed black door.

Seeing that the "guest" actually opened the door and walked in, Bartlett's expression became less gloomy, and she glanced at Lev thoughtfully.

This exceptionally beautiful lady rubbed her nails stained with cyan liquid, which were carefully painted with blood-red patterns like petals:

"What, you don't want to do it anymore?"

"I didn't want to do this anymore when I was promoted more than a hundred years ago. I just want to take everyone out of this furnace," Lev replied weakly, "I don't know how you persisted! After so many two thousand years. , I live in the fear that this place may explode at any time every day...and now there are those mythical characters who have not been heard of for a long time!"

Smith's face was still very pale, but he was sitting with his back straight: "If His Highness the Son of God hadn't responded to Kahe's prayer, Spark City would have disappeared the last time the 'heart' exploded."

After a brief silence, Lev started again: "Of course I know that we should be grateful to His Highness the Son of God. I just can't understand Kach more and more. Her current situation makes me feel weird, especially since she is becoming more and more careless." I even suspect that she has been contaminated..."

"No, I have checked many times and there is nothing wrong with Kach at all." Balitelli said decisively.

Lev punched the table with his fist: "I don't trust the current situation, and I can't trust Kach now! You have to know that the Lord and the War Angel have not responded for many years, but 'His Royal Highness the Son of God'? The omniscient and omnipotent Lord Ah! Over the years, we have lost so many residents and 'chiefs' without any response. As a result, Kahe can be so lucky-"

Bartlett impatiently interrupted Lev's complaint. When she raised her eyebrows, her expression became quite arrogant: "Mission, dear Lev, that's because of my mission and our mission. ! I do understand Kach’s desperate courage. If it were me, I might be willing to make such an attempt. And you, we all know that you have always lacked persistence and a sense of honor for this kind of mission."

"Strictly speaking, I am a human being, not a vampire," Lev muttered through gritted teeth, "Fuck Hammerhead's sense of honor, I've long been fed up with this city..."

"No, we are not anymore." Smith suddenly raised his head and interjected. He once again successfully created a cold scene, and there was no sound from the round table for a long time.

In the end, Lev sat upright again and made a cross with his hand gesture: "I hope that as Kach said, the prophesied Son of God or guest can help her solve the mutation in her 'heart'."

"We have long been prepared to die." When Smith said this, the trance in his eyes suddenly disappeared. He stared firmly at Lev's face, as if he was examining whether the other party still had corresponding intentions. determination.

"Yes, yes, that is an oath that every 'chief' must take. I remember this." Lev said, his voice gradually lowered.

Bartlett snorted and did not continue to argue with him. This man always spoke like this, always annoying the people around him.

Smith turned his eyes to the black door and murmured to himself: "Kah, she is always very smart. She must be okay..."

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"They mentioned just now that there is another person named Kahe, who should also be the 'chief' here?"

Since the light in the crack of the door was cut off, Esther has been left alone in this pure black arched corridor. She is not alone, plus the enthusiastic dog on her shoulder. The tell-tale crow.

On this continent, this should be a very dangerous situation, because there will be "hidden" power in the darkness, which can easily engulf anyone who walks in it. But behind this door, even the "hidden" power cannot penetrate, and the extreme darkness here is safe.

A ball of light fell from Esther's hair, like a misty and illusory lantern, flying leisurely around her. The light ball somewhat dispelled the surrounding darkness, at least allowing Esther to see the road under her feet clearly with her naked eyes.

The situation here is a little weird. She doesn't dare to let go of her sense of peeking into fate. It's still acceptable to move forward in the dark. If she sees something bad, it will be even worse for her.

Crow briefly answered Esther's question: "Yes."

"That Kach should be here...but why don't I see any light at all?"

A bit similar to the buildings outside, there are diamond-shaped symbols embedded in the plane everywhere here, but the lines carved on it are more messy, with interruptions everywhere.

Even with the light, Esther still felt that the darkness nearby was heavy and sticky, almost hanging on her like a quagmire. What made Esther even more uncomfortable was the strong and sweet "smell" permeating the place.

Those were not odor particles that entered the brain through the nasal cavity, but some kind of foreign object that aroused her alertness. Although Esther had smelled similar smells in the past, the source of that "smell" was often...

"Amon, what exactly is this place?"

"This is a 'heart' born from some source of matter."

Esther's footsteps seemed to be nailed to the ground: "So you said before that there are still seven surviving cities..."

The crow's voice was filled with a hint of joking: "Don't you know? I thought you knew that farther east, there is a gray fog seal that isolates another continent. But, sadly, since that glorious era has come to an end, , it becomes more and more fragile.”

Esther didn't speak. She stared at the ball of light in front of her in ecstasy, a struggle appearing on her face.

"Zoya, whose responsibility do you think this is?"

Esther regained her composure. She was silent for a moment, shook her head, and continued walking forward.

She really shouldn't have too many expectations for Amon's "kindness".