Chapter 11 Dark Walk

"Willn't the river crab survive?"

At the end is a stone wall. The relief above tells an old story.

"There is no way." Leo said.

The cat's eye potion made his eyes see through the dark cover. The alchemist turned his head and looked at the desert warrior beside him. There was no difference on the other party's face, and there was no tension or anxiety. He is confident.

"It's right behind here." The desert warrior said. He stepped forward and pressed his fingers on the sun on the relief, and the monks worshipped in the sun. When he was about to twist the hidden mechanism, Li Ou suddenly reached out to stop him, "What's wrong?" The desert warrior looked at him in confusion.

The sun... Li Ou thought of something bad, but he couldn't confirm that the oil paint of the relief had peeled off, and he could no longer recognize the previous appearance. What color was this sun originally? His voice was dry and hoarse. Black one?

The desert warrior looked at him strangely and then at the stone wall. Is there any problem?" He asked puzzledly, "What's worth the fuss about?"

Li Ou frowned, "Tell me its color?"

The other party hesitated for a moment, "Black." Leo heard him muttering in the dark. If I remember correctly, it used to be black. He said it again.

Black sun. Li Ou chewed the bitterness in his mouth.

You can meet it anywhere. It is like a ghost, always following them, and the ghosts are not dissipated, and they also walk through the long river. From the other side of the sea to this end. From now to the ruins thousands of years ago, its footprints are feared by alchemists. He felt a chill, his neck was stiff, and his breathing was difficult.

Isn't this a pyramid temple in the desert? Why do the Valians have its emblem when they believe in the gods? The alchemist looked at the mottled relief and couldn't find the answer. The color of the sun is so abrupt that it covers the light of the gods above. Black swept everything.

Liou was frightened in front of the stone wall. Your master, those monks, who is the god they serve? He asked this question that should have been known with a glimmer of hope.

"The ancient gods."

The first answer relieved him.

"And, annihilate the demon god."

The second answer made him shudder.

He kept whispering, "Kleg."

"It's them." The desert warrior affirmed his words.

The truth is so terrible that the alchemist feels that his throat is strangled, as if he was about to suffocate. Are you afraid of this, White Devil? The desert warrior stared at him, "What are you afraid of?"

Connor Brandick's eyes are full of confusion and puzzlement. They only regarded it as the object of devotion, and Leo realized that he was like the mage of Lozva. He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and the sound of his throat was extremely clear in the dark. I saw it somewhere else. He intends to make a short lie, "It's a sign of an organization. I think this is probably a coincidence. This place has been too old, and that organization has emerged again.

The desert warrior looked at him for a while. I doubt how much truth is in your words."

"No more, no less, but enough to gain trust." When it comes to trust, the alchemist's heart is full of frenzy. He took a deep breath of the dry mildew in the ground and tried his best to end the topic quickly in the extremely repressing restlessness. Let's go." He told the desert warrior, "There is not much time, and we can't waste our time."

The stone wall blocking the road cracked along the lines of a soldier with a long gun, revealing a dark path in the harsh sound of the mechanism and the flying of dust.

"There are gravel and gravel under your feet, please be careful." Desert Warrior reminds.

He forgot that the medicine they took was enough for them to see the dark fog, but what they could not see through was the human heart. Leo maintained a certain degree of vigilance and followed the footsteps of the desert warrior. The gravel slides at the bottom of the boots, making this passage like an underground creature extremely difficult to walk. Fortunately, there were no cliffs and deep pits on both sides. Li Ou thought, otherwise they would definitely fall down. At the end was a silently open iron gate, and the desert warrior stopped.

"Are we here?"

"It's here."

Li Ou looked over the other party's shoulder. Behind the iron gate was a small closed room with nothing inside. There is only a little light - it is too dark for the people on the ground, but it is like the scorching sun for them. The alchemist followed the desert warrior into the room. It can accommodate two people, and the room looks a little small. A row of iron rings is embedded in the stone wall on the other side of the backlight. The desert warrior went under the ladder and grabbed an iron ring at the bottom.

"It's the temple above." Leo said.

"Temple." The desert warrior corrected.

"Where is the temple?"

The desert warrior replied, "Anywhere."

Li Ou can't imagine what a huge project it will be. Why did the monks build so many secret passages?

"Because among the gods, there is a name called secrecy." The desert warrior said, "This can also make us cautious in our words and deeds and awe of the unknown."

The reasons he heard are as unbelievable as Leo's fabricated lies. Leo also has no intention of exploring. He looked up, and the hole in which leaked light at the top did not seem to be much larger than the tip of the needle. How long is it?

"Three hundred and seventy-two iron rings."

"Then let's go."

"Can you hold on?" The desert warrior noticed his injured hand. It's almost 500 meters high.

Li Ou tried. The arm can just be put into the iron ring. No problem." He said, "I'm also trying to see what it looks like."

The desert samurai looked at him carefully for a while. He untied the belt around his waist and looked at the alchemist silently. He may feel that this may hurt his self-esteem. But compared with unnecessary casualties and valuable lives, fragile self-esteem is nothing. Leo accepted his kindness and tied one end of the belt firmly to the sword belt.

"Well, please follow closely." He said.

The desert warrior began to climb.

One ring after another. Dozens at the beginning are very easy to deal with. But by the time he climbed up the unknown number - maybe the 30th or maybe the 80th - his arms had begun to tremble, and Leo had to tell the desert samurai that he needed to rest. The other party stopped silently, hooked the iron ring with his arm, and hung his hands alternately to let the blood circulate. However, he only dared to hang his right arm, and the wound of his left hand cracked again, and the bandage was soaked with blood. Along the way, the iron ring was wet and slippery. He lowered his left hand and listened to the blood fall from the air and hit the bottomless dark bottom, making a clear sound. Li Ou took a deep breath... 110... His legs and feet were out of control, but the ladder stretched endlessly... At the 200th ring, he had to ask for rest again. His back began to sore, and his left hand was completely numb. And the desert warrior just had a slight breath. The facts were in front of him, and he once again realized that he was weak and vulnerable.

The hole of light oozing from the top of the head | the eyes became bigger, and more light shone on them. Leo raised his head. He still couldn't see the expression of the desert warrior, but he imagined that the other party's face might be full of boredom. From some strange angle, he may be able to see clearly - he has become a burden.

A short rest did not dispel the weakness of the body. But they can neither go down nor hang in the air forever. I really don't understand why I followed. Li Ou sighed in his heart. Maybe after he saw the pattern... the black sun, the shadow, the devil... there was a pull from his waist. He followed.

3 hundred. The alchemist thought he was not wrong. The body was numb, and the head began to feel dizzy. There were spots in front of me, and the effect of the medicine was fading, and the darkness around was like a swarming monster. He felt that he would fall at any time.

"Let's work hard." The desert warrior refused his request for a rest, "We have to speed up." He suddenly turned his head and looked at him - Connor Brandick's face was full of pity when he looked at the poor man, only worried. Your hands have to be rewrapped, or you will die of excessive blood loss. Leo felt that he suddenly liked this guy.

The place where the light shines changes into a small square hole, close to the ground. A heat wave blew from the side.

The voice of the desert warrior became extremely slight. The road is on the right, and lift your foot to the right. Li Ou left the iron ring ladder. Bend down." He reminded. The tunnel is extremely narrow. He had to bend down and use his hands and feet to pass the first low stone steps. As he climbed through the light, he found that the opening was behind the fireplace, facing a flame of burning incense wood.

After the most difficult climb, crawling forward is easy. Very short obstacles quickly overturned. The desert warrior stood up and reached out to pull him. Seventy-two steps forward. He whispered, "This is the first exit. Follow in my footsteps.

I don't know if there is a hidden mechanism in the dark tunnel. Leo tried his best to step on the footprints of the desert warrior. He was glad that the tunnel was full of dust and no one moved around all year round.

When he reached the 70th step, the desert warrior stopped.

Through his body, Leo caught a glimpse of light - not the previous fire, but the fiery, pale midday sun. Only then did Leo realize that they had been underground all day. Ah, the mouse under the ground. He couldn't help mocking himself in his heart. The strong light formed a shining gray beam of light, which pierced through a thumb-sized hole.

"Where is this?" The alchemist asked.

"The reception room of the temple." The desert warrior said.

Li Ou looked up at the front, and the darkness blocked his sight. But he was sure that it would not be a hard wall, let alone engraved with the black sun symbol. It will only lead to different places in the temple. However, the desert warrior seems to have taken root.

"Aren't you going forward?"

"It's right here." The desert warrior sat down against the wall and held his weapon in his arms. We'll just wait here."

"What are you waiting for?"

The other party shook his head angrily. All I know is that someone will come. But I don't know who came from?"

"That old man's instructions?"

"No." He said, "The sound I heard when I prayed." He paused, and his words made Leo shudder. I prayed to the gods in the temple under the earth. They responded to me... This is the first time I have heard the response of the gods. They told me to help you and told me to wait here at this time.

The light coming in from the hole slowly became weak, and the sun moved westward. They were silent and thinking about their own things. I knew that they heard subtle sounds spreading, echoing, resonating, and amplifying in the tunnel.

"Someone is coming." As the desert warrior spoke, he groped out two pills in his leather bag around his waist. One was thrown to Leo. Eat it. If you eat it, you won't have to breathe for a while.

Li Ou obediently took it and swallowed it.

Then - Leo heard a clearer and more unmistakably voice.

The sound of footsteps, talking, and the sound of kneeling and salute; followed by the smell of greasy incense and honey and milk. They poured in together and surrounded him, dispelling the musty smell and tranquility in the dark corridor.