The miserable life of Arknights

None of them said anything more, just walked down the spiraling staircase.

It wasn't until the last step appeared in Tallula's eyes that Tallulah saw these views when the source stone lamp in the hands of the captain of the parliamentary guard became brighter and brighter, finally illuminating the entire space.

This is a long, deep huge passage, at the end of which there is a door, a heavy giant door tens of meters high.

"The key is to open that door." The captain of the parliamentary guard also stood with Tallula, looking at the space.

This is the first time he has come down? Second?

He vaguely remembered the first time with Draco and Aslan.

And now the two kings are no longer there.

The huge door stretched across the underground space, and there was no sound except for the breathing of everyone.

Of course, death is always silent, and no amount of glorious royal power can change this.

The resting place of kings, as literally suggested... It is the tomb of kings.

"Did you hear anything?" A voice kept echoing in Tallula's ears.

"No, except for the sound of the three of us breathing." The Knight of the Quest followed behind Tallula, as did the captain of the parliamentary guard.

There is no doubt that something is echoing in this space.

Perhaps only Tallulah could hear it.

Is that a waking up murmur, or a tired moan?

The kings are watching her through these statues.

"Victoria" was watching her.

In addition to Draco's bloodline, she also has the bloodline of a dragon in her body.

The not pure Draco bloodline made Tallulah severely suppressed here.

"Blood." The Demon Knight spoke first.

The light was so dim that the Knight at first thought it was some new and strange decoration.

Something Casimir often had.

Until the source stone light in the hand of the captain of the parliamentary guard shone through, until he smelled those bloody storms.

"There are still traces of engagement..." The captain of the parliamentary guard was obviously taken aback.

"A fierce battle... No, this is a quagmire drenched in death. The Demon Knight watched as the blood flowed on the edge of the road.

Blood trails crawled all the way to the end of the road behind the crack, flowing from behind this huge door.

They have long dried up, leaving only dark red twisted residues covered in broken masonry.

Also covered were broken arrows, fragments of swords, and deep pits left by spell bombardment.

There are also even greater traces, like scars that can tear open the silence here, exposed to the sacred gate.

Although not a single corpse was left nearby, all those who had experienced the battlefield could easily imagine what had happened here.

The two groups fought with the conviction that they would die, and it was clear that they had both fulfilled their wishes.

"Judging by the color of the blood, it happened a few years ago." "

A few years ago... Don't...... Is it Sakaz? The captain of the parliamentary guard bowed his head in thought.

Tallulah picked up the key and pointed it at the normal-sized door lock on the giant door that was tens of meters high.

At the moment of touching the giant door, a dragon roar sounded, and Tallulah saw a red dragon hovering over Lentinium, and then landed in the backyard of the Royal Palace of Lentinium, and a golden lion appeared next to the red dragon.

The two beast masters watched over Lentinom together.

This scene dissipated with the insertion of the key in Tallula's hand, Tallulah twisted the key, and the mechanism inside the giant door turned with a sound.

This door separates life and death and opens only for the king of Victoria.

The four watched as the giant door opened inward calmly, and a slight suction tried to inhale the talula in front of the door.

In front of everyone's eyes are statues of kings of the past, with Draco and Aslan.

The voices stirred Tallula's mind, and they hadn't stopped since she touched the door.

Kings question, kings urge, kings speak.

"Your Highness, your state is very wrong." The captain of the parliamentary guard subconsciously supported Tallula's shaky body.

“...... The breath of kings is still inside, no matter what, go first. Talullah gritted her teeth and swallowed the voice in her head.

"Captain of the Parliamentary Guard, can you tell who is fighting Sakaz?"

“...... There are no traces yet. The captain of the parliamentary guard was moving forward warily ahead, and he had roughly guessed who was fighting these sakats.

Tallulah removed the key and held it back in her hand, and the closer she got inside, the louder it became.

The key to Draco she was holding, without the key, no one could enter here.

The answer is already obvious, Aslan's key has already opened this door once.

And she, for the second time.

"Here, whether it's Draco or Aslan." The captain of the parliamentary guard looked at the statues on both sides.

"They're all Victoria."

“...... Victoria. Tallulah whispered to herself, she was born in the country of Yan, grew up in Usas, but her hometown was Victoria.

And now she is fighting for all the infected, all the oppressed.

She has the royal blood of Victoria but the royal blood of the Yan Kingdom, and she also has an extension of the will of Usas - the undead black snake.

At the same time, she also moved towards the concept of the original ice field, and went against the two bloodlines on her body and the undead black snake.

......

"Tallulah Yatrias"

....

The voices that called her became clearer, and no one in her mind called her full name.

No matter how gentle and harsh those voices were...

All she felt was strangeness.

An unfinished statue was discovered by her, and the four of them walked under the huge statue and looked up at the roughly contoured statue.

“...... This is a statue of His Majesty the previous one, but unfortunately, it happened suddenly. The captain of the parliamentary guard explained why it was not completed.

The traces of the carved knife are clearly visible, and the ornate robe has not yet been freed from the stone.

According to the rules, these stone statues are not made of source stone techniques, but have taken countless painstaking carving and polishing by the royal stonemasons.

......

"Tallulah Yatrias."

......

More and more dense sounds, the frequency is also increasing.

Tallulah didn't know who was calling her, or if everything else was here.

A red dragon landed behind her, the breath of the beast lord rushed to her face, and Tallulah could feel the movement of her back.

And when she turned her head and turned to look, it was empty, and dead silence was shrouded.

There are only bloody roads and untouched statues of kings.

Her vest had already been wet, and perhaps the beast master Red Dragon was just a fantasy creature that she had imagined out of thin air and fit the state of her soaked vest.