Release that Witch

Star Sky Dome, Red Moon, Giant Painting... as Pasha described in advance. .

No matter what kind of thing, the feeling is very grand. Only when you are in it can you really feel its vastness, and it is no wonder that they will call this place the gods.

Is this a transfer? Still the sea of ​​consciousness?

Roland crouched down and gently stroked the floor. It looked like a stone, but the surface was as smooth as a mirror, and the fingertips accurately conveyed a cold, hard touch, as if what he saw was not fictional. Fantasy, but real.

However, after experiencing a realistic and exaggerated dream world, such a scene has been difficult to scare him again.

Roland looked up to the dome and looked at the huge red moon. Like a round piece of cake, it was covered on the giant painting. If you look at it, you can see the surface of the surging stone. If you want to describe it, then it is The sea. It is not as dazzling as the sun, and it is clear that it is red and red, but it always feels that it is not glowing. The red ripples are like waves, and like whirlpools, densely covered with the entire field of vision.

The only problem is that the circle is too round.

It is not like a sphere, but a large circle.

Maybe the Red Moon is too close to yourself?

Roland carefully looked at it for a while, and after all, couldn't connect it with the red meteor observed by the astrologer. It is neither like a planet nor a star. If the battle of divineness really arises from it, how can it come to the world?

There was an idea in his mind.

If the chief astrologer is a star-studded scholar to accept the revelation of the relics of the gods, can you confirm from the faint stars of the dome that this thing is really the red moon?

Of course, the bigger possibility is that the poor old man was directly scared on the spot.

Roland shrugged and stood up and looked around at the four giant paintings around the Red Moon.

Throne, sea, shady, and himself.

Apart from the scene of the third floor of the Loucheng underground hall, these records are all seen in the library of the Pontifical Temple. There is nothing special about it. The relic is probably like a recorder, which can feedback the scene nearby. According to Pasha, the giant painting that was completely blacked out belonged to the underground civilization that was eliminated.

Roland greeted Wendy in the painting and the other two did not respond. Obviously he could not hear his shouts.

Say good influence reality?

He approached the throne of the throne, reached out and touched the scroll itself. It felt like a soft and smooth cloth. The texture was very fine. The image above was just an image. He could not cross the border and enter the world of painting.

After Roland turned around, there was no more new discovery. He was planning to go out to the outside of the hall to find out if the place was really boundless. The picture behind it suddenly heard a sound.

In this quiet environment, the sound is particularly clear, like the friction between steel and the resounding of hard objects hitting the ground.

In an instant, he felt the cold hair of the whole body stand up!

Hell, no one mentioned that these giant paintings can make a sound!

He stopped and jerked his head back.

I saw that there was a dark armor warrior in the frame of the throne. It was sitting on the throne, and a pair of scarlet eyes swept down to him.

The other painting also had a movement.

A large number of bubbles rushed up with the muffled sound of the cockroaches, and then a huge eyeball protruded from the dark sea floor, approaching the edge of the picture a little bit, as if wishing to pry out the border. The three triangular eyes were staring at him, and it was really uncomfortable at first sight.

Are you an appointment?

Roland couldn't help but sigh. As long as he didn't hide and hide, he was not afraid of these two monsters with no horror.

It is not the guardian of the relics of the high-level devil and the unknown civilization.

He looked up to the center of the four giant paintings and looked at the two alien creatures.

"Good afternoon, are you also coming to participate in the battle of God?"

"Is this war of death and death not to be beaten? Can't you sit down and talk?"

"Can you understand what I said?"

"Even if you don't understand it, you can scream!"

"Hey, this is a game that is more than a test. Who is going to close his eyes and lose?"

Roland tried to communicate with them, but he never got a response.

I don't know if it is an illusion. He seems to think that the ups and downs of the devil's chest are getting more and more urgent, and the huge eyeballs are gradually shaking.

Is this a sequela of squinting? Can they only look at themselves like this, then who is sour than the eyes? This is dangerous, even if a person visits this place, there is no problem.

When he rolled his eyes and was about to stop this boring confrontation, a black tentacle suddenly appeared in the scroll!

They flew toward the devil and the eyeball like a snake, and they tied the two together.

This is... what ghost? Roland could not help but stunned.

The devil finally moved, and it seized the throne and made a series of strange noises! The flame and the transparent blade are seen around it, and they are entangled with the tentacles. But the number of tentacles is staggering, and the seemingly soft little hand at the end can easily break the weapon summoned by the other party.

The devil seems to be fighting a strong enemy that cannot be seen. The voice is getting more and more fierce, and even Roland feels the tension in its tone. As an electric light emerged from the armor, the tentacle finally stepped back and loosened its grip. Taking advantage of this opportunity, it staggered from the seat, and ran out of the range shown by the giant painting. The panic also broke the armrest of the throne.

And the giant eye grotesque is not good enough to go there, a few tentacles have already plunged into the eye, just watching it makes people feel pain. The part that penetrated had a light blue liquid, which was like a tearful face. Instead of screaming like the devil, it continually shoots out the glare from the three pupils, blocking most of the tentacles.

Suddenly, all the eyes of the giant eye groaned at the same time, and a looming ripple rushed toward the giant painting. Roland suddenly felt like he was stunned by a smell of scent, and he couldn't help but step back a few steps, and the tentacles also loosened the entanglement of the eye and the latter slid in the direction of the rapid direction. The blink of an eye disappeared into the darkness. Among them. At the same time, the sea of ​​blue water on the top of the head is also rapidly dimming. It seems that the angle of view is sinking, and in a short while, no light can be seen.

"Oh... is that over?"

Roland inexplicably looked at the scroll of the throne of the earth, and looked at the picture of the sea that had become dark, and the half-sound did not come back.