Chapter 764 Strange Existence

When Xia Xiu came to the gate of an underground palace, the gate of the palace in front of him was a fifteen-meter-high bronze door with a bronze painting carved on it.

Xia Xiu stood in front of this towering bronze gate, with a calm expression but deep eyes.

He slowly raised his head, and his eyes were attracted by the strange bronze mural. This is a work with great visual impact. The mural depicts a city with a non-Euclidean geometric structure - a complex of topsy-turvy buildings. The buildings seem to have lost the constraints of gravity, some hanging upside down in the sky, and some like Overlapping like a maze.

Inhabitants walk on seemingly illogical paths, stairs, walls, and even ceilings, everything is not restricted by conventional physical rules.

The city sky was painted a strong yellow, which seemed to indicate a strange uneasiness.

There are multiple black celestial bodies floating in the sky, arranged in such a way that they form an unrecognizable constellation.

Each celestial body is like an extremely deep eye, staring at the world outside the painting, giving people a strange feeling of being watched.

The residents in the murals are represented as humanoid creatures wearing gorgeous masks. They wear complicated ball costumes and hold various strange weapons.

The outlines and details of the human figure are exceptionally exquisite, and the gorgeous costumes and strange weapons combine to create an atmosphere that is both elegant and dangerous.

The most eye-catching thing is the four huge masked figures in the mural.

They are tall and almost occupy the center of the picture, wearing black, white, yellow and red masks respectively.

There are no eye holes in their masks, only twisted curves and weird patterns.

The four people stand quietly in the painting, separated from each other, but vaguely forming some indescribable sense of balance.

The main colors of the entire mural are only composed of these four colors-black, white, yellow, and red.

The strong contrast of colors makes people feel a sudden harmony, which seems to hide some philosophical hint about order and chaos.

At the bottom of the mural and on the edge of the bronze door, there is a text engraved -

"Alakada·Hall of Impermanent Virtue"

Xia Xiu's gaze is there He paused for a moment on the ancient text, opened his lips slightly, and whispered in a low voice with a pronunciation that was completely different from the current Terran language:

"Alakada·The Hall of Impermanent Virtue..."

His words flowed with an ancient and deep rhythm. This was not an ordinary language, but the ancient Diva language he had taken as an elective at Deer Academy.

The scenery carved and depicted on the mural in front of you is the disappeared capital of Daev - [Alakada].

Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of doubt and vigilance flashing through his heart.

As a relic of a prehistoric civilization, the city in front of us should not have anything to do with the Daevite Empire.

Ode Papadopolis existed long before the height of the Daevite Empire.

But why is the ancient Daevite language engraved on this building in front of us?

Why did the creations of Daeva remain in Ode Papadopolis?

What does this mean?

He quickly put together Seth's various remarks in his mind.

"Set..."

Xia Xiu whispered softly, with some uncertainty in his tone.

"The so-called deep sleep...may not be that complete."

However, at the moment he was thinking, the bronze door made a low roar, and then without any touch Open slowly.

The heavy door rubbed against the ground, making a sharp and harsh sound. As the door was fully opened, Xia Xiu instantly felt an oppressive energy wave coming towards his face.

The next second, the deafening roar of the dragon filled the entire space.

"Roar——————"

Countless violent breaths came from Erupting from behind the door - blazing fire, dazzling lightning, corrosive acid, and biting ice.

These dragon breath attacks are densely packed, filling the entire field of vision like a rushing torrent, leaving no gaps.

The space in front of him was completely torn, eroded, and frozen by various elemental forces, as if a disaster from another world was coming in a devastating manner.

However, in this overwhelming storm of destruction, the blond young man remained motionless, as calm as if he was not involved.

[Vashak] behind him slowly emerged from the void, turning into a purple-gold shadow. His index finger was gently raised, pointing at the disorderly chaos in front of him.

『Buzz——』

Time stopped passing.

The gray-white static world instantly covered everything, and countless ferocious breaths hovered in mid-air, turning into solidified flames, static arcs, stagnant acid, and frozen ice crystals. The scene was like a static battlefield picture.

Xia Xiu raised his head slightly, his eyes calmly penetrated the still storm of destruction in front of him.

He looked forward, and the scene inside the palace gradually became clearer.

It was a gorgeous and oppressive space. The palace had a towering dome, decorated with exquisite pointed arches and flying buttresses. The patterns and carvings on the walls showed a mysterious ancient image.

However, at this moment, this complex building has been occupied by a group of strange beings.

Dozens of giant dragons of different sizes are distributed in the palace, forming a layered barrier.

Their postures are full of majesty, but their size is particularly weird-each dragon is only 1 to 2 meters long, like some kind of "miniaturized" product.

Despite this, their breathing cannot be underestimated at all, and the still air is still filled with a dangerous burning and murderous intent.

The front end of the palace is the territory of copper dragons.

It is suspended in mid-air, its scales shine with a smooth copper color, its edges are slightly green, and its two short curved horns are embedded in its head like a crown.

There was a cunning and fierce light in its eyes, and its sharp teeth were slightly exposed, showing undisguised murderous intent.

After the copper dragon, there is a dense group of bronze dragons and brass dragons. The number of these dragons occupies three-quarters of the entire hall, and they exude a strong elemental atmosphere.

The most dazzling thing is a small group of golden dragons and silver dragons located in the center of the venue.

Their scales exude a dazzling metallic luster. Even though they are small in size, they cannot hide their nobility and power.

Although these "mini dragons" are small, the breathing they display is comparable to that of adult dragons.

Xia Xiu walked slowly in the world where time stopped, bypassing the light of the dragon's breath hovering in mid-air, as if he was walking between the scythes of death.

When he was walking, [Metatron] emerged behind him.

The figure of the seraph is like a burning god of war, with both hands holding a flaming giant sword high.

The flames on the sword have now been covered by [Solar Element·Eternal Fire], and the original [Vacuum Barrier] has been revoked, replaced by a blazing blazing sword edge.

Buzz——

The light particle wings vibrated, and the Seraphim exuded a brilliance that was difficult to see directly.

It turned into a gorgeous arc of light particles without any hesitation and rushed forward.

Time has barely passed in the gray and still world, and [Metatron]'s figure has already shuttled between all dragons. The seraph's movements were precise and swift. With each sword swing, the flaming giant sword brought the burning effect of [Eternal Burning Fire] and directly struck the "Mini Dragon"'s body.

Wherever the sword blade passed, the flames instantly ignited the dragon scales, and the flames spread quickly, turning these dragons into a sea of burning fire.

In less than five seconds, [Metatron] had already circled the entire venue.

Each of his blows landed on the target accurately, and no "mini dragon" could survive.

The dragon's breath stagnant in mid-air seemed meaningless at the moment, and the Seraphim completed his art of fighting.

『Buzz——』

When the flow of time is released again, the gray world gradually fades away, and the real scene reappears.

The moment time resumed flowing, the breath attack that had been hovering in the air continued to attack forward without any stagnation.

Fire, lightning, acid, and ice—these four completely different destructive powers penetrated the area behind Xia Xiu with blazing intensity, intertwining into a disorderly and violent explosion.

The flame breath was the first to detonate, and the blazing flames raged on the ground, spreading rapidly along the stone lines, turning a large area into a sea of fire in an instant.

Following this are the other three breaths.

Boom————

Boom——————

The power of the four breaths came together to form an explosion that swept everything.

The air tore into sharp whistles under the huge impact, and the aftermath of the explosion spread to all directions, completely overturning the surrounding furnishings.

Huge air waves hit the surrounding walls, forcing the spiers and flying buttresses in the palace to tremble uncomfortably, and the rubble and debris fell like a gust of wind.

Xia Xiu stood in the center of the field without moving an inch.

All the breath flowed around him, but could not touch him at all.

[Metatron] hovered quietly behind Xia Xiu, the flames on the Seraphim's swords trembled slightly, emitting scorching residual heat.

The scene in the center of the venue suddenly changed. The stagnant storm of destruction dissipated and was replaced by an eerie silence, followed by a disgusting scene of slaughter.

Those mini dragons that had been slashed by the Seraphim had different shapes but all showed traces of being cut.

At first, their bodies spurted out blood like normal creatures. The red blood was mixed with internal organ fragments and scattered uncontrollably on the floor and walls of the palace.

The smell of blood instantly filled the air, dyeing the complicated and gorgeous decorations red.

However, this bloody scene did not last long.

After just a few seconds, a strange change began.

The blood and organs that spurted out were distorted and mutated under the burning flames.

The dragon's ruptured internal organs and blood vessels quickly collapsed and faded, and they were reshaped by some unknown rules in the air.

Their organs gradually became smooth and stiff, and finally transformed into origami.

Yes, flesh and blood turned into origami.

The red blood condensed into crimson pieces of paper, squirming and turning into the form of a folded dragon.

The livers and hearts exposed from the cracks gradually collapsed into smooth paper-like objects, and finally turned into small origami dragons.

The origami dragons struggled to flap their paper wings, but were unable to escape the burning flames. Their "bodies" were quickly ignited, and their paper wings and scales curled up in the flames and disappeared into ashes.

The explosions and flames behind him echoed in the air, as if they were the prelude to destruction in the dead silence in the palace.

However, Xia Xiu, who stood in the center of the burning origami remains, was not affected by these movements.

He took off his top hat, shook it slightly, and bent slightly to shake off the charcoal dust that fell on the brim.

Then, he stood up straight, his golden eyes flashing in the slightly jumping firelight, his eyes calm but with some indescribable sharpness.

Spiritual fluctuations spread from his body. It was the power that belonged to the [Crown One], and with some irresistible pressure, it surged to the entire palace like a tide.

Spiritual exploration quickly penetrated layers of barriers, like a pair of invisible hands, carefully touching every piece of air and shadow, trying to capture some specific abnormal information.

However, just when spirituality spreads to a certain range, it suddenly seems like hitting an invisible wall.

His spiritual fluctuations were disturbed. It was a strange distortion force field, as if the space had been artificially distorted into irregular ripples, swallowing and tampering with spiritual information.

Xia Xiu looked along the direction of the force field fluctuations, his eyebrows slightly frowned.

In the deepest part of the palace, in a dark corner, something made a subtle rolling sound.

At first, it was a small fuzzy shadow rolling out of the darkness.

Then, the second, the third... and then more and more, almost like a flood.

When those things were gradually exposed to the afterglow of the flames, Xia Xiu saw their appearance clearly - they were a group of strange and absurd existences.

They have distinctive yellow skin, cylindrical bodies, and an outline that looks like an enlarged pill. They are short, fat and well-proportioned, and are no more than three apples tall.

The head is almost integrated into the body, with no obvious neck.

The eyes can be divided into single or double eyes. Their position is exaggerated, occupying half of the face, and they blink with a certain mechanical precision.

Strange metal coils hang from their necks and heads, emitting a faint light.

These guys are not wearing clothes, but they do not look shy, but like innocent children, with rich and exaggerated expressions.

The pill-shaped bodies are rolling and crowded, looking very weird.

The moment they saw Xia Xiu, these little things almost made a sharp and fast sound in unison:

"Bello! Bananaaaa!"

"Papayatututu!"

“Boopikilalazuzu.”

“Kapowkapow! Woolalataka!”

The sound was noisy but rhythmic, like some kind of strange language, or like a group of out-of-control toys shouting randomly.

Their expressions changed exaggeratedly, and they danced around Xia Xiu. Their movements were as smooth as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

Xia Xiu did not respond immediately, but calmly stared at these strange creatures.

The golden light in his eyes flowed slightly, and the spirituality surged in his body, but it was further disturbed by the abnormal power of these little things.

His brows furrowed again, with a hint of thought in his tone:

"What are these things...?"