Chapter 638 The Gates of Hell

Everything is silent, and the snakes retreat.

Haierbo and his minions left this place to Tom, leaving only a gate of chaos.

Tom lifted his legs and walked towards the door.

"Tom, you're crazy!"

The silver coins in his pocket kept trembling violently, but this couldn't express a ten thousandth of Nelson's anger.

Tom felt his pocket suddenly swell up. He lowered his head, and a thin white mist was filling his pocket. Nelson's portal based on the illusion was about to open, but he grabbed the gold coin and let the white mist be instantly It was sucked back into the badge on the front of the gold coin.

Of course he understands the danger of this trip, the portal left by Haierbo here is obviously a ticket to hell, but he is not afraid, he needs to face Haierbo directly, just like what they did two thousand years later, with him Confront face to face, use your own eyes to find his weakness, and personally send this mighty devil into the cemetery of history.

But he couldn't even tell Nelson what was in his heart. The sense of spying in the dark not only didn't subside, but intensified. Tom took a deep breath, took out the gold coin, carefully placed it on his thumb, and pressed it vigorously. Bounce upwards.

At this moment, the eyes in the cave were attracted by the flying coin that reflected golden light. The shiny light spots fluttered on the wall like a butterfly piercing flowers, illuminating the dormant snakes. Tom stretched out his hand , wanting to buckle the gold coin on the back of his hand like just now, but it slipped from his hand.

It fell to the ground with a "ding", bounced a few times on the stone bricks, stopped in a depression where dripping water dripped out, stopped at a step in front of the door, and spun as if falling off.

"You'll be standing behind me, won't you?"

Tom showed his trust in "fate" to the fullest, as he had shown to Haierbo not long ago. Those eyes in the dark stared at the rotating gold coins with him, and they were equally curious about Tom's fate.

...

Unlike Tom who doesn't know what day or night is, Pythia who lives in the sun knows how long their separation has passed, even though the sun above her head is not really free—exactly one month.

This month is short and long. For the peninsula that has long been shrouded in darkness, it is short-lived. Compared with those dark days when the sun is not visible, no matter how much it changes in a month, it is just scratching the surface;

It was too long for Nelson and Tom, who broke into a strange age, so long that Tom had learned an authentic accent from the wizard, and so long that Nelson had read most of the books on magic kept in the temple , so long that the mayflies he sent had already patrolled the peninsula, but only less than a quarter of them came back.

Pythia watched him become taciturn day by day, even people who could no longer read his expression could see the growing worry in his eyes. In her opinion, the predicament that could be solved by waiting for the destined person seemed to be a It is a more difficult challenge than seeing fate itself. At least Nelson's eyes were full of hope when she came to the two thousandth year, but the fireflies of hope were already insignificant and about to go out, which made her deeply believe in the destiny she believed in. doubts arose.

She tried to divination Nelson's fate more than once, but the people from the future didn't seem to be written into the future of the world, all she could see was a mist, a cloud and steam emerging from the rock cracks under the temple The same, like poison, made her sink deeper and deeper into the fog of fate.

At first, she saw that Nelson made a small drill out of the waste rocks piled up outside the temple, and installed them one by one on the magical creations called "mayflies" that he carried with him. A bottomless hole blocked the center of the temple with doves occupying magpies' nests. She was in a state of anxiety all day long and couldn't arouse her interest in spying on Nelson's privacy. Every day, she listened to the "ding" from the closed wall Clang clang" sounds like a construction site, constantly trying to find a solution in fate.

She flipped through the pamphlet Nelson gave her over and over again, but no matter how many times she read it, she couldn't remember those simple words in her mind. out.

Finally, after the noise in the enclosure completely subsided, she couldn't hold back the anxiety in her heart, and knocked on the door of the temple on a bright and clear moon morning.

The originally simple four-sided high wall has been thinned into a silver castle. The whole castle seems to be cast in one piece. There is no gap except for the small door that is one person high. Her hand stopped in front of the door for a long time. When the sun shone on her face through the hole in the top of her head that had not yet been repaired, her hand finally dropped.

"Boom—"

A muffled sound echoed in the temple, she just knocked lightly on the door, and the door opened by itself, it had never been locked, but had been waiting for her to come in.

When she opened the small door, she opened her mouth wide because of the sight she saw. There was only a bottomless pit inside the wall. Just standing next to it, she could not help but feel the weightlessness of falling, and her heart stopped beating. With one shot, in the middle of the deep pit, a silver tower protruding from the ground extended upwards like a sharp sword. It became blurred when it was about to poke the hole in the temple roof, and plunged straight into the mist. In it, it appears transparent and illusory, as if it does not exist in this world.

She saw where these fogs came from: two intertwined transparent pipes protruded from the bottomless potholes, climbing the tower like blood vessels and extending to the top, one of the pipes was connected to the inside of the tower, making a The root is open, like a chimney, and a steady stream of white mist pours out of the pipe, as if connected to another world.

A stone bridge that can only be used by one person stands quietly at her feet. There are no piers or slings, and it leads directly to the only door of the tower—a door that opens to both sides, with a bright back and full of unknowns. square metal gate.

The inner wall of the high wall was divided into regular hexagonal modules like a honeycomb. Pythia smelled the strong smell of sulfur in the air, and a tingling pain hit her forehead. She felt that there seemed to be countless destinies coming to her in all directions. She was amazed at the sudden agility of the prophecy, and was terrified of this unprecedented situation, but she did not choose to close the door and escape. Driven by instinct, she stumbled towards a place she thought was safer—— The door that opened to itself.

The seemingly fragile bridge was extremely stable, but she didn't notice that after she ran, the bridge behind her split into pieces of hexagonal parts, which were filled into the surrounding walls. She didn't retreat, nor did she want to After crossing the retreat, there was an unbearable heat from under her feet. She lowered her head, and only a bright spot of light could be seen under her feet from the boiling lava.

She ran to the door, and the shadow behind her was completely swallowed by the bright light.

"boom!"

The two doors were slammed shut behind her, and she leaned against the door, her chest heaving violently, the feeling of suffocation that made her just now still did not dissipate, fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, but she had no time to sort out her thoughts , Standing up with the door open, she saw something she had never seen before, and her last trace of doubt about Nelson's prophecy from the future disappeared at this moment.

All kinds of weird instruments that she had never seen before were placed around in different categories, leaving only the aisle for people to walk and the spiral staircase leading directly to the top of the tower. The small space was used in an orderly manner. The ore was continuously spit out by the exit of a conveyor belt extending from the ground. She stepped forward, put her hand on the cold handrail, and stepped up the stairs.

The ore was sucked into a sidecar by an unmanned levitation spell. After being filled, the sidecar pushed all the ore into a furnace. This was the only instrument she could identify. The ore seemed to be a silver mine, and she didn't know where Nelson dug it from. The silver ingots formed in the previous furnace went along another conveyor belt into a more sophisticated instrument. As she continued to go up the stairs, the silver with higher purity Blocks were shoved into separate dies, forging pieces for parts she didn't recognize.

She continued to go up, and saw these parts being inscribed with runes by sharp knives, and spliced ​​together into pieces. In the process of going up, she witnessed the birth of a "life".

Too many magics beyond this era dazzled her and washed away her cognition. In this era when the rules of spells were not yet unified, such unmanned alchemy was simply a miracle. She saw magic protruding from the wall. Misty mist poured out from the pipes to wash away the residues of these rune-carved parts, and left the magic power unique to the mist on them. She only knew that these mist could help her enter the state of divination faster, and naively thought that this It was a gift from the gods to her alone, but she didn't expect that Nelson's research on the fog had already gone ahead of her.

The priestess has a delicate body, walking and stopping, and her feet, which have never traveled far, have been worn out with blood blisters during the short journey. She realized that the stairs she climbed had already exceeded the height of the temple. Now she She should have already entered the fog, her heart was full of curiosity and nervousness, a brand-new mayfly flew out of the instrument she used to assemble, and scanned this different thing with her red eye. Guys, ignorant souls are equally curious and nervous.

Pythia rubbed her eyes, she couldn't believe it, she just saw the same emotions as herself in the "eyes" of that little thing, and when she looked at the mayfly again, it had already left, instead of continuing to go up, instead It turned into a small door hidden between the instruments on this floor.

Realizing that it was time for her short journey to end, she followed the newborn mayfly and entered the room.

She thought this was the end of today's shock, but after entering the door, she found that she was too happy too early.

The room behind the door is many times larger than the space in the tower, but she is no longer surprised. She has experienced too much confusion today, so what is the change in the size of the space?

What shocked her was what was being built in front of her eyes——a wall with no border in sight, steel scaffolding covering the entire wall, countless mayflies flying in and out in front of her eyes, countless She could not imagine how Nelson built so many wonders in a month's time, nor could she understand that Nelson allowed the creation The alchemy of re-creation exponentially expands the possibilities.

Her eyes were completely drawn to the bones nailed to the scaffolding.

It was a rib made of metal that was bent in a perfect arc. It could not be seen that it belonged to any creature, but just a bone was already difficult to be fully captured by the eyes. She remembered that when Hai Erbo had not yet risen When she was a child, she saw people building statues of gods on the pier of the city-state. She had long forgotten which god the craftsmen were making statues for, but she still remembered the majesty and magnificence of it overlooking the city-state. Small, even as big as this rib, but it was already the tallest and most god-like statue she had ever seen.

She saw a young, tired figure standing on a floating silver plate, holding a magic wand to carve on the ribs, and the mayfly leading the way flew to Nelson's side, and under his control, filled in a reserved space. In the gap, the whole rib is integrated, even Pythia, who knows little about magic and basically knows nothing except prophecy, can feel its powerful magic power full of oppression, as if she is facing a person who is about to be born. God!

Noticing the arrival of Pythia, Nelson put away his wand, turned around, his eyes immersed in creation forgot to put away his emotions, and the moment they looked at each other, Pythia felt that he was crushed by a huge wave In the sea, in the vast, boundless and suffocating deep sea, a huge figure was breaking out of the cocoon. Before she could get a glimpse of the whole picture of the giant, she was swallowed by a heart-rending headache.

Sea water was pressed into her body from her nose and mouth, her eyes went black, and when she regained consciousness, the giant statue was covered by a cloth.

Nelson was standing in front of her, frowning and handing her a silk handkerchief. She touched her forehead, and the sweat was falling like rain.

"just--"

She held out her handkerchief for the handkerchief, realized that Nelson didn't want to talk about what had just happened, and swallowed the words.

She grabbed the handkerchief, but Nelson didn't seem to want to let go. She looked up and saw Nelson's frowning, the gold coin tightly held in the other hand, and his eyes mixed with complex emotions. Angry, incomprehensible, worried, during the month of dealing with Nelson, Pythia has never seen such a look in the eyes of the always calm Nelson, even when he was the most "delirious" and even started talking nonsense when he first came When the time comes, the fundus is also clear.

She felt the air around her tremble and boil, and the unfinished colossus behind Nelson struggled to get up with his fluctuations.

"..."

Time passed by, and finally, Nelson let go of his hand, lowered his head, hid his eyes in the shadow of his hair, and whispered, "Wipe off your sweat."

...

Tom stepped forward, stooped, and reached for the still spinning coin.

When his finger was about to approach the gold coin, its rotation finally stopped and it lay slowly on the ground.

Tom and the eyes around him were gazing at the upward side of the coin, where the laurel patterns were in full bloom.

He smiled, picked up the gold coin from the ground, wiped the dirt on it, and murmured: "Fate is still on my side."

Immediately afterwards, he straightened up, took a small step forward, smiled at the eyes hiding in the darkness in all directions, and broke into the door leading to hell.