Chapter 479 I like to joke
Looking at the stone wall and doorway at the end of the corridor, Horn did not speak.
No one spoke, silently digesting the contents of the murals in the corridor.
This corridor should be a zigzag corridor, and half of it should be buried in the stone wall, or completely disappeared in time.
"Are you sure this is the palace from a thousand years ago?" Jeanne asked looking at the monk in charge of the survey.
"It's absolutely true." The monk in charge of the survey wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It's not a thousand years but eight hundred years ago. Some of the materials here are only available in the Ancient El Empire, and with the vampires and the desertification of the Western Continent, they have been Disappeared."
"Could it have been removed from another monument?" Jeanne asked reluctantly.
"It is possible, but the problem is that the road just now is so narrow that only one person can walk on it. It is impossible for these huge materials to pass." The monk gritted his teeth, "It is possible. It was a local palace that was buried in the mountain due to the earthquake. "
"Who would build a palace in this corner?" Witte walked around in disbelief, but he still couldn't find it. Come out what kind of style is this.
"Have you seen all these murals?" Turning around, Horn asked the two demon hunters behind him.
"I've seen it."
"What do you think?"
"This is not necessarily true." Aigalang said with an indifferent expression, "This kind of ancient ruins I have seen a lot, how many of these evil gods deliberately falsify or distort facts?”
Horn and Armand looked at each other, it was true.
Although there is currently this mural, there is no independent evidence, and they are not sure that it is definitely true.
And when it comes to the fraud of ancient monuments and holy relics, the early church did have a dark history.
For example, the El scholar Peruzzioni once calculated that the Messiah scriptures collected in various churches and castles throughout the Kingdom of France could be sewn together across the Sea of Zealand.
There are tens of thousands of them hidden in the church and castle of Flower Hill alone, and some nobles have nearly a thousand in their homes, which are said to be able to atone for half a million years of sins.
Although the church has repeatedly stated that Messiah is a pure asexual virgin with no menstruation, it cannot stop the enthusiasm of lords everywhere.
Some lords will even repaint the murals of historical monuments, and even rewrite their families into ancient books.
The most classic one is that the ancient El classic "Dialogue" says that there are a total of 13 powerful families in Lieyang City.
But according to the analysis of documents from various places by Al scholars, it was found that there are nearly 500.
Of course, nobles everywhere still shamelessly label themselves as a thousand-year-old tribe.
As for the fact that only the poor followed Messiah across the sea, they pretended to be completely ignorant.
"So, there might not have been murals on the original corridor. The mural in front of me was painted by the local evil god believers to slander Myrcella." Armand coughed and deliberately amplified his voice.
"Witt didn't mean...ah, yes." Halfway through, Horn suddenly reacted, "We can't jump to conclusions, everyone."
Standing beside Horn holding a torch, Jeanne didn't say anything, which seemed to be an acquiescence.
Really? It turns out that the evil god is scribbling.
After these three Salvation Army heavyweights made their judgments, almost everyone around them breathed a sigh of relief and prayed in a self-hypnotic manner.
Maybe they knew something was wrong with this, but with the endorsement of three senior executives, they still accepted the fact that "this is false".
Given the high-pressure situation currently facing the Salvation Army, and the golden development period that we don’t know when it will end, the first priority within the Salvation Army is stability.
As for the content of the debate, we can only trace it back to its origin slowly in the future.
But what exactly do you want to express?
"Let's go to the hall next to it and have a look." Horn was silent for a while and said to Rafael beside him.
Aigalan and other demon hunters turned around, hunched their backs, and walked into the hall through the arc-shaped door.
"Hiss——"
Everyone who entered the hall took a breath of cold air immediately. Those demon hunters said that this place was really weird.
Under the dome with a gloomy spiral geometric pattern, there is an altar with a sarcophagus.
In front of the altar is a prayer hall that is already 20 meters long and wide. It maintains the tradition of early Messianism, with no chairs but kneeling on the ground.
The most peculiar point is that there is only half of the entire hall, as if it was neatly cut open by something.
On top of the black and white tiles, there are more than ten or twenty stone angel statues carved from unknown stone on the left and right sides of the hall aisle.
Horn walked behind an angel statue, stretched his head over its shoulder, and tried to see its face.
"I'm testing you...ahem..." Even Horn, who was well-informed and talked and laughed all day long, was so frightened that he almost felt inferior.
These stone statues are different from those in normal churches. Their expressions and movements are extremely terrifying and ferocious.
They either have fangs protruding from their mouths, or they have an extra head, or they have deformed hairless wings on their backs, and their facial muscles are full of pain and anger.
If it weren't for the halo of light carved on the back of their heads, which proved their angelic status, Horn would have thought these things were devils.
Most of the statues of this era are very hellish, but they are just ugly, not as pure as hell like this.
Walking around the prayer hall several times, Huo En touched here and there, and even looked into the empty sarcophagus for a long time, but found nothing unusual.
“Didn’t you find any trace of Favaleri?” Turning around, Horn returned to the door and asked Rafael.
"No." Rafael said helplessly, "We did find traces of Favaleri near the entrance of the cave, but he disappeared after tracking him here."
"Do you know where he went?" Jeanne turned to ask the two demon hunters, especially Aigalan, "I remember you. You were very surprised when you heard at the entrance of the cave that it was a dead end." The old hunter The devil was the first to shake his head: "We were blindfolded when we came here, with Favaleri leading the team and Avar at the end.
Everyone pulled the clothes of the person in front and walked away. When we took off the blindfold, we were outside the palace."
"Me too." Aigalang shook his head, "I'm still curious about why this is a dead end, but I'm from the Wolf School. , His nose is particularly good, maybe he can find some clues."
"Oh?" Jeanne walked up to Aigalan and looked down at him who was kneeling on the ground, "Are you willing to do something for us? ?”
"I have a condition." Aigalang struggled and raised his head, "If I find that road, you will let me go."
"It's whimsical. The saint asked you to help, because she thinks highly of you. You..."
"Wait, is your name Aigalong?" Jeanne looked at the demon hunter, "Aren't you afraid that I will tell you about your rebellion?"
"Simple, I just run away to Norn." Aigalan said nonchalantly, "I don't want to stay in the heretic's land and work for the heretic."
Jeanna glanced at Horn, and she had long since Horn, who was paying attention here, smiled and said: "Let him wander around the hall. If there are really clues, why not let him go once?"
Followed by the two holy gunmen, Aigalang crawled on the ground, his nose twitched flexibly, and began to crawl around in the hall.
Horn thought about the origin of this palace again. For some reason, he always felt that the so-called earthquake collapse theory was not reliable.
Because from the stone wall in this hall, it is clearly a mountain stone wall, but it seems to have been cut manually.
This kind of neatness does not rule out the possibility of the miraculous craftsmanship of nature, but it is too coincidental.
Moreover, a thousand years ago it was the dark age of warlords, and the Thousand River Valley was still the territory of lycanthropes and pagans.
Where did the need come from to build such an exquisite and luxurious palace in this high mountain?
Just as Horn was thinking about how to cover up the existence of this palace, screams suddenly came from the hall.
"Wait, witcher! You! Uh-"
Horn turned his head, only to see the witcher named Aigalan hurriedly getting up, surrounded by Two Guards Holy Gunslingers fell limply.
While taking the key to unlock the handcuffs, he ran towards the altar in the hall.
Although his feet were shackled, Aigalang's speed was not much slower than that of ordinary people.
In the alternation of light and dark, stepping on the black and white floor tiles, he ran between the stone angels with ferocious expressions.
"Catch him." The furious Rafael pulled out the T-shaped iron rod and rushed forward himself.
At this moment, Aigalang had already run to the altar. He jumped up and smoothly jumped into the sarcophagus of the altar in full view of everyone.
"Mechanism, start!"
Recalling Avar's description, Aigalang lay in the sarcophagus, brushed his fingers over the specific glass fragments inside the sarcophagus one by one, and pressed them heavily with his elbow.
"Boom——"
The next second, the original heavy sarcophagus lid slammed shut.
Hurling up in excitement, Aigalang was still trembling with excitement and joy.
He helped Horn and others lead the way just for this moment. Unlike those old demon hunters, he did not rebel and surrender.
When he learned from these people that they had not discovered the tunnel, he realized that this was a perfect opportunity to escape.
At first he didn’t understand why Avar told him the real secret, and even swore a poisonous oath not to tell anyone.
But at this moment he understood Avar's good intentions, which was that he anticipated that Favaleri might abandon them and run away.
You are more attractive to these short-sighted demon hunters, especially Favalery.
Those old demon hunters complained about how miserable they were every day, but he didn’t think that they couldn’t bear this little bit of misery, and certainly couldn’t do anything else.
Don’t worry if you are a little bit tired now, you will be a master demon hunter in a few years!
After being captured, he can still escape from the terrible heretic. This is how dramatic the "Stories of Master Aigalon the Witcher" were written.
Leasing his back against the bottom of the sarcophagus with great satisfaction, Aigalang exhaled a breath, smiled and waited...waited...
After waiting for two seconds, the smile on his face gradually disappeared. Became doubtful.
The expected feeling of weightlessness never came, but what was waiting was the rapid sound of footsteps.
Could it be that I clicked the wrong button? Impossible, he remembered it clearly.
Aigalang, who did not believe in evil, pressed it again, but the bottom of the sarcophagus behind him still did not open.
Is it so slow? Or pressed it wrong?
When the firelight shot in from the gap in the sarcophagus lid, Aigalang was completely panicked. He frantically pressed the broken glass pieces in a hurry.
"Mechanism, start, start...you should start it."
Amidst Aigalang's roar and the friction of stones, the lid of the sarcophagus was slowly pried open by the iron rod.
Aigalang, who was still frantically pressing the glass fragments, gradually stopped. He stiffened and turned his head sideways.
In the square field of vision formed around the coffin, on the left and right sides are the expressionless faces of Horn, Armand, Raphael and Jeanne.
The firelight shone on Aigalang's face, making the sweat beads on his forehead sparkle.
“Oh, I’m just joking, I just like to joke...ah——”
(End of this chapter)