The end of the world begins with failing an exam

This is a stepped stone platform.

Chen Jing is at the bottom of the stairs.

He looked up along the light of the key to the door.

The higher he went.

The range that the light could illuminate became more limited.

But Chen Jing could still barely see...

On the platform.

There was a throne made of dead branches and boulders.

The twisted and pointed dead branches, mixed with thorns covered with spikes, tightly wrapped around the stone back of the throne.

At this moment.

A thin and withered figure wearing a ragged yellow robe sat on the throne.

In the slightly lowered hood.

It seemed like a dark nothingness.

"You are... King Huang?!"

Chapter 155: The Palace Melts and the Resurrected Armor

Chen Jing instinctively felt that the figure sitting on the throne was alive, and he even felt that the eyes under the hood were looking at him.

But at the moment he exclaimed.

The golden light emitted by the key to the door suddenly dimmed.

Just like a burnt-out oil lamp, it began to extinguish at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, Chen Jing was not swallowed by the darkness in the palace.

Because in the sky.

Or on the ceiling of the palace.

Suddenly, a strangely colored light ball appeared.

The colorful halo seemed to contain all the known colors in the world.

Even in it, Chen Jing saw something incomprehensible...

Color.

It was a color that had never been seen before and was beyond the scope of human cognition, and could not be described in words.

Like mist, like liquid.

In Chen Jing's puzzled eyes, these strange and indescribable colors began to flow around in the darkness like running water.

The bright and colorful halo only reminded Chen Jing of the pictures of astronomical photography nebulae he had seen on the Internet.

In the center of the light ball, there was a spherical object with a diameter of about 20 meters.

This object looked like it was made of gold, with dozens of golden "star tracks" intersecting and surrounding each other, and it looked very much like an ancient armillary sphere.

When Chen Jing saw its appearance clearly, these "star tracks" engraved with totems and spells were rotating silently, as if they were going to move the stars dotted on the tracks to the correct position before they would stop...

At this moment.

The strange halo in the sky has illuminated the entire palace.

This place is more dilapidated than Chen Jing imagined.

No other decorative objects can be seen in the empty hall, and the throne seems to be the only "furniture" here.

The ground, the wall.

The main body of the building is decayed wherever you look.

The overall look is not as magnificent as the outside, but more like a dead wood or a dark stone.

The walls in the palace are covered with thorns.

These thorns seem to be the same kind of plants as the thorns on the throne. After withering, they are still hideous and twisted, like the tentacles of some terrifying creatures.

With the strange halo in the sky, Chen Jing quickly scanned the layout of the palace, and finally cast his eyes on the armor on both sides of the throne stairs.

Yes, it should be armor, not statues.

These armors are standing on both sides of the stairs, like some kind of decorations, and the shape is very similar to the medieval style.

Different from the common colors in the past.

These old armors are all dark gold in color, and the surface is covered with a layer of sticky marks.

Mottled and with a deep red blood color, it always looks dirty and filthy.

Behind each armor, there is a broken golden cloak, on which the mark of "Yellow King Totem" can be vaguely seen.

Although they all stand with their hands holding a cross sword, they look like living people standing naturally and elegantly, but Chen Jing can be sure that there is no one in these armors.

Because under those fully opened masks, only air can be seen.

From the initial shock to the current calm.

Chen Jing felt that he could not waste time anymore, because Zhao Weixian and the old man were outside, and if he went out later, he would probably collect the old man's body.

Although he was also very curious about this palace, it was not a good time to explore it.

"Let's leave here first..." Chen Jing murmured anxiously, and finally took a look at the yellow-robed figure sitting on the throne.

It must be said that Chen Jing was indeed frightened by it before.

But after seeing it clearly, his emotions slowly calmed down.

That was not the Yellow King at all.

To be precise, it was not even a person.

It was just a ragged yellow robe filled with air.

I don't know why it stood there.

The torn corners of the clothes would tremble gently with the breeze in the palace, revealing a smell of decay and decay.

Perhaps it was the robe that the Yellow King wore.

Chen Jing remembered it very clearly.

Every time the Yellow King Holy Grail was used, the figure in the ragged yellow robe would appear.

That yellow robe was exactly the same as the one in front of him.

"Ka... Ka..."

Suddenly, Chen Jing heard a sound of metal friction.

This slightly dull and strange sound was particularly harsh in the empty palace.

Following the sound, I saw that the twelve armors standing in a row on the stairs actually moved!

That's right.

Those armors seemed to come alive.

Like a life form beyond human comprehension.

They first trembled slightly, then raised their feet extremely stiffly, with twisted and strange movements.

The armor crookedly walked down the steps.

It would be a lie to say that he was not afraid.

Chen Jing turned around and ran towards the palace gate without hesitation.

However, in the next second, Chen Jing was desperate.

Because he found that he could not move his feet at all!

Although the floor tiles in the hall looked like a dark golden whole, if you look closely, you can still see the tiny joints.

But now these gaps suddenly began to twist strangely, and the floor tiles melted quickly, like butter encountering high temperature...

Centered on Chen Jing's position.

Almost all the floor tiles within 20 square meters nearby melted.

These liquids formed by the melting of floor tiles showed extremely pure gold.

Even Chen Jing thought that maybe this was a kind of liquid gold?

Flowing, surging.

Chen Jing was like standing in a square pool of water.

At first, these liquids only stuck to Chen Jing's shoes.

But then...

They were like mud in a swamp, constantly dragging Chen Jing down.

At this moment, Chen Jing was completely panicked.

Looking at those strange armors walking down the stairs step by step, he couldn't run away now.

What's more, compared to those ghost things, the golden liquid under his feet is obviously more threatening...

In just a few seconds.

Chen Jing almost sank into the golden swamp with his knees.

Deep.

Hot.

Under this golden swamp, it seemed that there was a furnace burning that was invisible to the naked eye.

His intuition told him that if he was really dragged into the depths by these strange liquids.

Once they were over his head, maybe...

With a clang.

It was like some metal object fell to the ground.

Chen Jing hurriedly looked up and saw that the armor walking in the front had disintegrated!

Yes.

This self-disintegration incident caught Chen Jing off guard.

Each part of the armor was involuntarily separated from the main body and fell to the ground with a series of crisp sounds.

As they got closer and closer to Chen Jing, more and more "parts" fell from them.

Even a few armors couldn't hold on halfway, and they broke apart with a crash, and even the helmets rolled down from the steps.

The armors rolled all the way into the golden liquid and began to sink rapidly.

Twelve armors.

Eleven of them disintegrated in a very short time.

Only the one walking at the back was left...

From beginning to end, its parts had never fallen off.

Until it walked down the last step, it remained in its original state, with no signs of disintegration.

At this moment, Chen Jing saw that in its empty helmet, a lot of black mist suddenly appeared out of thin air and surged... They were like burning flames, filling this empty armor at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Gradually.

The armor slowly raised the cross sword in its hand and pointed the tip of the sword at Chen Jing who was constantly sinking into the golden swamp.

In Chen Jing's doubtful eyes.