Chapter 185 Poseidon

I thought there were still many houses after passing through this ruins.

But when I really saw the scene in front of me, I dispelled the idea.

Because in front of me, there is a huge temple supported by eight large columns.

Each of these eight columns is as thick as three people holding together, and the height of the pillars is also seven or eight meters.

The texture of the pillar should be white jade, and the whole body is white, but there are pale yellow water traces eroded by seawater at the bottom.

However, what surprised me most was not the eight pillars, but a huge statue standing in front of this huge temple.

The statue shows the image of a bearded middle-aged man, with slightly curly hair, ** upper body and a simple cloth skirt around the lower body.

The upper body muscles of the man** are strong, holding one hand high and the other flat, holding a three-pointed fork in the flat hand, looking at the sea in the distance.

Although the face of the man's statue is also more serious, I can still judge from his image that this is a statue of Poseidon that is very similar to Nordic mythology.

Posaedon is the name of the sea god in Nordic mythology. He is the brother of the main god Zeus and is in charge of all the oceans in the world.

I think many people are familiar with this virtual character. Boston, a famous American, is named after him.

Although Poseidon originated very early, Greece, Sweden and other Nordic countries still believe in such legends today.

But I was a little surprised that the Kingdom of Durban, as the most developed country in the world thousands of years ago, also believed in Nordic mythology.

I heard from Andrea that the Kingdom of Durban was a god-like existence at that time, but even gods could believe in Nordic mythology, which is a little confusing.

I thought about it carefully and felt that maybe I was wrong. The birthplace of Nordic mythology may be the Kingdom of Durban, but there is a misinformation in history?

No matter how much it is, I can't think of it now.

I walked around the statue and found nothing else, so I walked to the glorious temple behind the statue.

The mist gently lingered at the bottom of the eight pillars, setting off this huge temple mysteriously and peacefully.

I carefully climbed up from more than a dozen steps for fear of disturbing something.

When I came to the middle two pillars, I saw the gate of the palace blocked by the mist just now.

This is a huge white stone door four meters high and three meters wide. The carving on the stone door is extremely delicate.

These exquisite carvings represent dozens of marine creatures, including whales, octopus, eels and other creatures. These creatures are distributed in every corner of the gate and look messy, but when you look carefully, you will feel some rules.

Countless kelp, coral and other patterns are decorated among these marine creatures, showing the diversity of the underwater world.

Surrounded by these marine creatures and plants, in the middle of the gate is a chariot with four sea horses. On the chariot, Boston stands in the wind with a sea god fork, and there is a sense of sacredness that cannot be desecrated.

I looked at the patterns on the door and muttered to myself, "It's strange. Is this Poseidon's official residence?"

I say this because this place is only halfway up the mountain, and such a building is comparable to the royal palace.

Obviously, the importance of this temple is similar to that of the royal palace. I can't think of any other explanation except the temple.

I put my hands on the huge temple door and felt a cold and heavy smell.

I pushed hard, but the door didn't move, and I didn't mean to open it.

I frowned and guessed that the door should be dead from the inside, perhaps with huge stones, or the gears and slings used to build the gate in ancient times.

No matter which one it is, it is not open by human power.

So I gave up my wasted effort and began to observe the door to see if there was any mechanism to open it.

After searching for a long time, I didn't find any mechanism. The surface of the door is very smooth, even the marks on it are very shallow, and there is no place to move or press.

I shook my head in disappointment, then took two steps back, sprinted and kicked the door fiercely.

Then my foot was numb, and the pain made me jump in place with one foot.

Sitting on the ground and rubbing my feet, I began to look around to see if there was any way to bypass the temple.

Although I am still very curious about this temple, since I can't open it, I think it's more important to rush to the lighthouse first.

But just as I looked around, I heard a brush in the crack of the door, and something fell down the crack of the door.

I hurriedly stood up to check and found something wrapped in white paper near the ground at the crack of the door.

The fast width of the door seam is about seven or eight centimeters, and this thing is just about ten centimeters thick. I don't know who got stuck in the door crack. Just now, with the help of my foot, the stone door shook slightly, and then fell from a high place.

I didn't make much effort to pull the paper bag out of the crack in the door.

I was not in a hurry to open it, because I found a gray-white thing similar to a lead directly under the paper bag.

So I took the paper bag in front of my nose and smelled it, and a strong smell of sulfur stimulated my nerves.

I immediately understood that this was a bag of homemade explosives, and the sulfur was mixed with the smell of saltpeter.

Although I found that a bag of explosives was not bad news, I still smiled bitterly.

Because I know that the power of this * bag is not as powerful as some cannon fights. Even such a big bag, even an iron pot can't be blown up.

And now the wrapping paper of this explosive package is still moist in my hand. Obviously, the fog has invaded the explosive package for so many days, and it is not clear whether it can explode.

I don't know why the person who put the explosive bag finally gave up detonating it, but now that the explosive bag is in my hand, I have to try it anyway.

Since I was left alone in Heizhugou last time, the lighter has been a must for me. Even if I don't smoke, I will still carry it with me.

I stuffed the explosive bag back into the crack of the door.

This time I didn't stuff it in the middle of the door, because I know that the door seam is a non-closed space. The stone is so hard that once it explodes, the flame and splashes will spread up and down in the direction of the door crack, which can't exert its power at all.

So this time I put the explosive bag close to the ground, and then stuffed a broken brick above the explosive bag to press it. In this way, the four directions of the explosive bag are blocked and can exert great power.