Chapter 352 Candlestick Sculpture on the Stone Bridge (2500 additional words)
Lin Yi pursed his lips and did not answer this sentence, because he knew that things were often not that simple.
Soon, the wooden road sign nailed to the stone pillar at the starting point of the stone bridge quickly appeared in front of him. The words on the road sign made it difficult for him to distinguish between dreams and reality for a while——
【Welcome to the Art Building! 】
In just a moment of trance, he was awakened by a clanking sound. The sound was from the piece of tetanus iron hanging by a rusty iron chain under the road sign.
The content on the iron plate is the notice of the Art Building.
Lao Mo didn't stop and took Lin Yi directly to the stone bridge.
Through the dense rain and fog and the forest-white mist, Lin Yi could still see the vault on the other side of the stone bridge, which was supported by huge stone pillars, as well as the art building behind the vault, which was hidden deep in the storm and fog. contour.
In the outline, you can also vaguely see a bell tower and many watchtowers like sentry towers. Ancient buildings and thick stone walls are intertwined with each other, and the eerie atmosphere makes people shudder.
The dim candlelight swayed through the glass, and this only warm color looked particularly strange and terrifying in the dim and dark rainstorm.
In the storm, Lao Mo and Lin Yi, who were walking on the stone bridge with two big eyeballs in their hands, were like an adventurer and his apprentice who were escaping from the temple, moving forward step by step.
Around them are crawling purebred nocturnal species. Those purebred nocturnal species are more enthusiastic about extraordinary power than the pseudo-human sculptures, but they are also more afraid of light. They dare not approach the field formed by light at all, just like ice and snow. Unable to face the sun.
They huddled on the edge and followed furtively, locking on Lao Mo and Lin Yi with their instinctive desire, trying to find any possible loopholes.
In addition to the pure night-breeds, there are also a large number of Laughing Angels wandering around them. It seems that the first Laughing Angel was killed by Lao Mo. The other Laughing Angels were not in a hurry to take action. It drew various curves in the air, locking on them like experienced hunters, but was not in a hurry to take action.
Below the stone bridge is a cliff. Parts of the cliff have been hollowed out, and pillars have filled the gaps and acted as a support. The strong wind and rain swept the black tide, hitting the cliff and pillars again and again, as if trying to Destroy them normally.
The salty, damp and cold breath seemed to be able to penetrate the storm and reach into Lin Yi's bone marrow, causing bursts of tingling sensation.
Swept by the strong wind, the candles burning on both sides of the stone bridge swayed, making a "whispering" sound, as if they would go out at any time.
"Wow - wow - wow -"
Amidst the tide and strong wind, there seemed to be some weird humming sounds, like a demon monk holding a cult scripture singing some kind of music scripture in Sanskrit. This weird sound was so familiar to Lin Yi. It is the kind of chanting sound that comes from puppet sculptures, nocturnal species, and the Forest of Steles of the Dead:
"IAvgruNnenavtKeog...mrkejaGer...for...TapteSjeler...fanTome..."
"I...Avgru...Nnenav...tKeogmrkejaGer...forTa...pteSjelerfanTome..."
As the chanting sound appeared, the endless gray mist began to surge up from the storm, as if it was going to drown him and Lao Mo on the stone bridge.
The smiling angels flying everywhere seemed to be getting more excited, but they still had no intention of attacking Lao Mo and Lin Yi.
At this moment, a twisted beam of light suddenly hit him from behind. Like the bat lantern that penetrated the clouds lit by Inspector Gordon in Gotham, it tore a hole in the storm and fell on the old man. On Mo and Lin Yi.
"This is...!" Lin Yi was startled. He turned around and saw the art teacher "Big Golden Retriever" standing on the top floor of the observation deck behind him.
Not to mention, from Mao Zi's perspective, I can feel the shock from the scene even more when I have never experienced this kind of personal experience.
The art teacher "Big Golden Retriever" held a huge searchlight, and his waterproof leather jacket made a hunting sound in the rainy night. At this moment, he was no longer on a boat in the Caribbean Sea, but Bateman.
However, the light did not stay on them for too long like escorting Mao Zi, and immediately pointed to somewhere in the art building.
"The golden retriever showed us the way, let's go."
On the top floor of the observatory, the art teacher "Big Golden Retriever" laid his eyes on Lin Yi, frowned slightly, and muttered to himself: "It's really strange, why does that shameless student give me such a Familiar feeling? ”
On the stone bridge, Lin Yi looked at the smiling angels wandering around and asked in a low voice: "Old Mo, does the golden aura have a certain restraining effect on them?"
"No." Lao Mo said, "Golden aura is a kind of extraordinary power with relatively high purity. If everyone has it, the one with more is basically stronger. The golden aura in the bodies of the Smiling Angels is not as much as ours, so they don't Dare to take action.”
"The one who sneaked up on you before also wanted to catch you unawares, so after I counterattacked it, the rest didn't dare to act rashly."
"Oh, that's it..." Lin Yi suddenly realized.
The two of them continued to move forward, heading towards the end of the stone bridge behind the observatory, the huge stone arch carved with mysterious symbols.
The closer we get to the Art Building, the more gloomy and scary the sky becomes. The whole world seems to be crushed to death by a huge lead plate, so heavy that even breathing feels oppressive.
The thick dark clouds were rolling and airtight, as if they were about to swallow up the whole world. The icy rain poured down. Under the blessing of the strong wind, every drop of rain was as biting as an ice cone. The howling wind brought the waves to the sky. Broken sounds rang in his ears, like countless evil spirits howling.
The candlesticks on both sides of the stone bridge are like giant beasts that have been drained of life by the storm. Only the last sporadic firelight is left, holding on tightly. The walls are mottled and full of scars. The more you walk, the more you can feel them. There is an air of desolation.
Lin Yi soon smelled some vague smell of blood and putrid smell in the wind. These smells seemed to be coming from the art building. They should have been very strong originally, but they were broken into pieces due to the storm. Wisps of thin air.
Lin Yi could no longer imagine what kind of human tragedy there was inside the art building.
"These candlesticks..." Lao Mo saw Lin Yi observing the surroundings, so he told him as he walked, "These are products of the Black Moon Outpost period. The images of the creatures carved on these candlesticks are the "apostles" The understanding of the "root" form that was originally traced back from the exploration at sea..."
"The reason why there are differences in the form of those sculptures is because with the increase in the number of explorations and the advancement of the times, the "apostles" also have different understandings of the "root"..."
Lao Mo pointed to one of the candlesticks. The carvings on the candlestick were somewhat abstract, like some kind of long creature with wings: "Look at its shape at that time, it was the Quetzalcoatl..."
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"The "apostles" of a certain period had such an understanding of the form of the "root". After they went to sea, some of them were lost in the depths of the ocean, and the Mayan civilization of later generations slowly multiplied..."
Lao Mo pointed at a sculpture that was unclear whether it was an octopus or some other creature. The creature seemed to have many tentacles or many heads.
"That's 'Hydra'...the monster in Greek mythology, killed by Hercules."
"Actually, Hercules failed because he was not close to the "source" at all, and what he killed was the "Snake's Nest" in the alien sculpture. ”
Lin Yi became interested and couldn't help but ask: "How was 'Hydra' killed?"
"In Greek mythology, Hydra was the second of the twelve arduous tasks Hercules needed to complete."
"When Hercules was fighting Hydra in the swamps of Lake Lena, he discovered that every time he cut off a snake head, two new snake heads would grow in its place. To overcome this difficulty, he asked his nephew I Eelaos used a torch to cauterize the wound of the snake's head to prevent the growth of new snake heads. Finally, Heracles cut off the immortal head of Hydra and buried it deep underground... This is. The myth passed down.”
"But think about the torches used to burn wounds, and the swamps where Hydra lives...what does this remind you of?"
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment: "The fire...is something with the characteristics of sunlight? Is the swamp a terrain mixed with extraordinary power?"
Old Mo nodded: "Hydra grew in the Lena Lake swamp. It is actually mud mixed with solid supernatural power. Remember the fanatic believers and the matrix? No, it's just that kind of thing... Hercules cuts it every time Hydra's head and Hydra needed to absorb extraordinary power from the swamp to repair the body. In the end, he restrained Hydra's extraordinary characteristics and successfully killed it."
"Even so, it was only under the favorable circumstances of the right time, place and people that we were able to successfully kill him."
"Hercules also absorbed a large amount of extraordinary power in the process, exceeding the pollution threshold that he could withstand as a "demigod"..."
"Heracles' death was dramatic. Legend has it that his wife Deianira was worried that he would fall in love with another woman and was deceived by the centaur Nessus, so she smeared his clothes with poisonous blood. Finally, he couldn't bear the pain caused by the poisonous blood and burned himself to death."
"But think about it, 'self-immolation', this way of sublimation using the power of fire..."
Lin Yi's heart beat hard: "Sacrifice?"
Lao Mo smiled: "After Hercules killed Hydra, he became an "apostle" and became tolerant and crazy. In the end, he walked toward destruction step by step, and neither Deianira nor Nessus could Use the correct method to save him... Of course, unless the "apostle" awakens himself, there is basically no other possibility of salvation. ”
"In order to reach a higher level of transcendence, Hercules sacrificed himself. He thought he could obtain eternal life and become a god on Mount Olympus..."
Lin Yi asked: "Did he succeed?"
"I don't know." Lao Mo shook his head and said, "If you have the opportunity to come into contact with the official "Secret Files", you may have the opportunity to know some secrets related to it..."
As he spoke, he pointed to another candlestick not far away: "When it comes to 'Hydra', we have to mention those two things..."
"That's...?"
"'Xiangliu' and 'Yama no Orochi'."
Lin Yi quickly looked over, but each of the carvings on the candlesticks was very abstract. You can understand it by imagining symbols similar to cuneiform and oracle bones. Without explanation, it is really difficult to tell who is who.
But Lao Mo also shrugged his shoulders and said: "Of course, in fact, I can't tell which one is 'Xiangliu' and which one is 'Hydra'. You can just listen to it as popular science. 'The goods are not right.' 'It doesn't matter, they are all here anyway." "Wherever Xiangliu passes, there will be floods and poisonous swamps. This is similar to Hydera, right? It's because they are the same thing."< br>
“Alien sculpture ‘Snake’s Nest’?”
"Yes, there will be some differences in extraordinary characteristics, but essentially they won't be too different..."
"'Yama no Orochi' too?"
"It's so funny when you talk about it..."
"Oh?"
Lao Mo smiled scornfully and said: "The civilizations spawned by the "apostles" have huge and far-reaching roots, not the kind of Xiaoli... The culture of Xiaoli originated from the prosperous Tang Dynasty in China, 'Yamata no Orochi', Famous monsters such as the 'nine-tailed fox' have been passed down from this past. ”
"The reason why I say it's funny is because when the big incident broke out in X999, a 'snake nest' appeared over there in my childhood. It was the 'Yamata-no-Orochi' they were thinking about... Do you understand this concept? But 'Yamata-no-Orochi' Orochi has it, but Susano'o doesn't..."
"The monsters are coming, but it's best if your world really has Ultraman"
"The final result is that our principals in China stepped forward and guarded some key "dark areas", but they had nothing in their small lives, so they were destroyed by a 'snake nest' without any resistance. . ”
"Ouch..." Lin Yi showed a look of surprise, and then nodded seriously, "Yeah, really, then that one over there is 'Jörmungandr'?"
"Yes, that's 'Jörmungandr'." Lao Mo nodded without even looking at it. Since he didn't know it anyway, he casually pointed to the candlestick in front of him, "Its existence embodies the symbolism in Nordic mythology. The fear and strange worship of the mysterious power and great danger in the ocean."
"In Nordic mythology, when Ragnarok falls, the earthly serpent 'Jörmungandr' that surrounds the world wakes up from the endless abyss and fights with Thor, the god of thunder, until they both die... The core of Nordic mythology is the old world After destruction, a new world will be born..."
"And this is also very consistent with the meaning of 'Destruction Day'..."
"Similarly, the Ouroboros in Indian mythology has similar meanings, cycle and eternity, destruction and rebirth, self-devourment and evolution..."
Hearing this, Lin Yi suddenly felt a little confused: "Old Mo, then our Chinese mythology also comes from this?"
"'Huaxia'?" Old Mo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this, and said with a half-smile, "How did you get the idea of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas"?"
"The oldest "apostles" compiled their observations of the world into the "Book of Mountains and Seas" based on the experiences of those who returned countless times. This is why the terrain in the "Book of Mountains and Seas" corresponds not only to the landform features of the Chinese region. It’s the whole world..."
"If you look at some of the text symbols on this bridge, can you tell that in almost any country with cultural heritage in the world, the prototype of its text can be reflected in it?"
"Of course it's not just here, there are more prototypes of words in art."
"Even many great navigation events in later generations are related to the actions of the "apostles", such as Magellan, Columbus, Zheng He... and so on. ”
"But I didn't have a deep understanding of those things..."
Lin Yi opened his mouth, not knowing what to say: "So are all the major events that affect the world related to the "apostles"? ”
“It’s not about being an ‘apostle’, it’s about being extraordinary. "Lao Mo said, "Just like using physics to mend the world, the world was ruined by the first batch of apostles, and then began a long process of mending..."
"There is a saying: five years of simulation, three years of exploration, and another three years of mending."
"It's not you, wait!" Lin Yi raised his hand to interrupt, "What you said... seems to be more than just the art building, uh, I mean, more than just the campus?"
Lao Mo said: "You have to understand one thing. Fanatics are fanatics, and apostles are apostles. The art building belongs to the campus, but the Black Moon Outpost does not."
“The history of Black Moon Outpost can be traced back to a very long time, far older than the origin of world culture... Its architectural form is not influenced by the Nordic style, but its architectural style has influenced Europe. , and even the origin of other civilizations..."
"The reason why the Art Building was selected and built on the Black Moon Outpost site is not because the Art Building is special, but because the Black Moon Outpost is special. Among the official construction tasks, there are few sites that require such a large amount of resources. Manpower and material resources are needed to complete the construction.”
"At that time, the Black Moon Outpost, which should have been buried forever, resonated with the campus due to certain location reasons. If it was not anchored by the campus and allowed to wander freely, it would easily attract A disaster more terrible than the Day of Destruction..."
"If this is not the case, there will be more relatively safe choices for the location of the Art Building."
"Art Building... no, Black Moon Outpost, will it cause misfortune?" Lin Yi said in surprise.
Lao Mo looked around: "Look at the environment where this art building is located... the endless night, the rolling mountains, the vast sea, the only 'life' in the whole world. Its existence itself is a beacon in the night. If it is in Wandering wantonly in the layers, accidentally creating a way for the "root" to invade, then what penetrates into the campus is not as simple as 'gray fog'..."
"Did you encounter sea water in the gymnasium today?"
"That's just a manifestation of the storm's penetration into the layer. If the sea water pours back and directly penetrates the campus, a mere S city university, no, even an S city, will not be able to withstand it... And that is only sea water in the physical sense. , extraordinary power is not included..."
"This is just a simple example. There are more complicated factors. I can't explain it clearly to you... But you should at least know the strategic positioning of the Art Building, right?"
"I... somewhat understand." Lin Yi was thoughtful.
He thought about the performance of the gymnasium in the layer. The city wall was like a sword inserted into the endless black clouds, but there was an endless black tide surging at its roots... Could it be that the seawater penetrated through this layer?
Is that what "city walls and fortresses" mean?
With some heavy thoughts, Lin Yi and Lao Mo crossed the stone bridge despite the storm of gray fog and arrived at the huge arched stone door on the other side.
After passing through the arch, Lin Yi looked up and saw the mysterious inscription carved on the arch that looked like cuneiform.
On the ground behind the arch, the shadow of the religious window glass in the art building was projected onto the area in front of the stone gate with the bright yellow candlelight. It looked like some kind of ancient, weird and mysterious ancient totem.
These ancient totems seemed to carry some special aura, which once blocked the invasion of the castle by abnormal weather. However, at this time, their characteristics seemed to have become extremely weak, and they were no longer enough to protect against storms and gray fog. Complete effective interception.
"Swish, swish... swish, swish..."
A tidal wave of purebred night-breeds followed closely behind them at a distance, while the Laughing Angels lowered their flying height, and each one of them was floating there like a ghost.
After Lao Mo led Lin Yi across the arch, the Smiling Angels and the Pure Night Walkers swarmed up and followed them into the art building.
After passing through the arch, there was a quiet corridor full of dim candlelight. The storm did not follow, but the howling wind could not stop pouring into the corridor. Lin Yi was soaked to the skin. When such a wind blew, his body temperature dropped. Being taken away at an extremely fast speed.
The strong wind also caused the candlelight in the corridor to shake violently, and some curtains were violently lifted, making a hunting sound, intertwined with the rapid wind, giving the entire corridor a shaky feeling.
Walking through such a corridor is like walking through the passage of a giant ship sailing on the sea.
Sensing the Smiling Angel and Nocturnal Species chasing behind him, Lin Yi lowered his voice and exclaimed: "Old Mo, they are following!"
"I know." Lao Mo said, "It doesn't matter... as far as the art building is concerned, there is no need to worry if the debt is large."
Lin Yi's mouth twitched fiercely as he said "More debts are more than enough" and he thought to himself that if the art building had a soul, Gao Luo would give Lao Mo a thumbs up and a six.
However, Lao Mo proved his words with actions. He raised the string of big eyeballs without any warning, and the bright area instantly chopped out like an invisible sharp blade. Some people hidden in the dark corners of the corridor The purebred night crawlers were illuminated by the light, and their sharp and pale nails suddenly emitted white smoke like sulfuric acid. They let out a cry of surprise and huddled into the deeper darkness.
"I don't even bother to slaughter these things." Lao Mo said coldly.
Lin Yi nodded. He knew that Lao Mo was talking big words. For Lao Mo, the time wasted by killing them could be used to improve efficiency on the road.
This corridor is very spacious, but there is almost no candlelight, so it has become the best hiding place for pure nocturnal species. If they are lucky, these pure nocturnal species can also poach a few careless art students.
However, the string of big eyeballs in Lao Mo's hand became a torch in the darkness, lighting up a large area.
Although Lin Yi had already been here with Mao Feiyang, there was always a real feedback from the senses when he came there in person.
There are not many wooden components in the corridor, and more are made of large yellow-brown square stones. Therefore, the stone walls are not smooth and flat, but have some pitted marks. At this time, it exudes a sense of A chill that touches the soul.
After walking in the corridor for a long time, Lin Yi gradually felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if there was something invisible hidden in a dark corner of the empty corridor that echoed with the cold wind.
And this kind of thing, he can be very sure is not a nocturnal species, nor is it a laughing angel!
When he had this idea, an uncomfortable feeling of being spied on suddenly fell on him, making him feel uncomfortable in his heart.
(End of chapter)