Chapter 1147 The Inscription on the Door

The deep darkness ahead was like an unknown beast with its mouth wide open, waiting for its prey.

The darkness eroded all light and shadow. Even though he knew that if he continued to move forward, he would most likely fall into a deeper darkness, but listening to the rumbling sound coming from behind, Angel had no other thoughts in his mind. The only thing he could do was to keep running.

He was very fast, with light and shadows rushing by.

Along the way, as the exploration puppet had seen before, there was no obstruction. The underground tunnel was empty and dry. The only sound that could be heard was the rumbling sound getting closer and closer in the distance, and the footsteps under his feet.

Finally, Angel arrived directly below the core void tower of Rasuderlan.

After arriving here, the narrow tunnel suddenly became wide, as if he had come from Gulliver's Lilliput to the big world of giants.

Not long after entering the negative distance of the void tower, Angel saw the end.

Before, the feedback from the exploration puppet was that there was a huge metal door here. This is indeed true, but when Angell really came to the door, he found that its width and exquisiteness were beyond his imagination.

With the dim light of fluorite, Angell could see that this was a door made entirely of Abyssal Secret Gold.

Abyssal Secret Gold is a high-level material produced from the Abyss. Even if it is only a small gram, it will be snapped up at the auction in the wizard world, but here such a large door is made of Abyssal Secret Gold! In terms of volume, this door is at least measured in tons!

Even Angell couldn't help but feel his heartbeat speeding up when he saw such a large pile of Abyssal Secret Gold.

But Angell knew very well that the current situation was critical and he couldn't afford to have extravagant thoughts. Suppressing the greed in his heart, Angell continued to observe the door.

Under the brilliance of fluorite, the door reflected the dark golden light unique to Abyssal Secret Gold.

It was at this time that Angell noticed something strange on the gate. When the puppet had seen it before, the front of the gate was seamless, but when he really got here, he found that there were actually very subtle depressions on the gate. These depressions formed lines, and these lines formed a pattern.

This pattern was like a mural, telling a strange story. Angell couldn't understand the meaning of the story, but he could see that the pattern contained elements such as "code, punishment, and demons".

In addition, Angell also felt that the lines that made up this pattern were very similar to the lines of the previous shining light spot, and he thought that this pattern should also be an inscription.

However, this inscription did not have energy fluctuations, and it was estimated that it had expired.

If it were any other time, Angell would probably find a way to study this inscription, but unfortunately, the time and place were wrong, and Angell couldn't think of that.

His only thought now was how to get out and how to survive.

The rumbling sound in the tunnel still did not stop, and it seemed to spread faster. According to the distance he heard now, the entrance where he was before might have become a ruin.

It won't be long before it spreads here!

Time is running out, Angel turned around, looked at the door in front of him and took a deep breath.

There is no other way here now, he decided to try to push the door.

He stretched out his hand to cover the door, and the abyss secret gold under his palm sent a cold chill that penetrated his bones.

The veins on his arm were tense, and Angel used all his strength to push the door inward fiercely... However, it didn't move at all.

Angel was stunned for a moment and tried a second time. This time, when he pushed the door, he not only used all his strength, but also created three magic hands and pushed them at the door together.

The result of the second time was still a failure.

The door still didn't move, and Angel even doubted that this door was not pushed, but pulled? Angel tried to pull the door in his direction, but it still didn't work.

After several attempts, Angel tried every possible way he could think of, but still failed.

If the door moved a little, Angel would get some information, but this door was like a mountain, steady and motionless.

"It's not pushed, nor pulled... Could it be knocked?" Angel remembered some fantasy stories in anecdotes, which had similar plots: when you try every way to open a door, but nothing works, you might as well try knocking.

However, if "knocking" really opens the door, Angel would probably be terrified. Those who can open this door from the inside are probably not people he can provoke.

The rumbling sound in the tunnel was very close, and the ground was shaking faintly. Angel hesitated, but still knocked on the door.

The crisp knock on the door sounded, and Angel added defensive skills to himself while waiting anxiously.

After a while, the door still didn't open.

Angel didn't know whether to say he was relieved or regretful. At least one thing is clear: there should be nothing behind the door.

The rumbling sound behind him kept approaching, but Angel was really helpless now. He tried all the ways to open the door, but none of them worked. Even when Angel turned his mental power into a thin thread and tried to get through the crack in the door, he couldn't do it.

"Perhaps, the 'lock' to open the door is not on my side, but on the other side of the door?" Angel could only make such a suspicion now.

The rumble in his ears was almost deafening. In the dark tunnel, Angel could even see dust flying.

The collapse was approaching.

The terrifying roar was like the footsteps of the god of death. When the sound came to his ears, it might be the time for the god of death to harvest.

In this moment of life and death, Angel tried to enter the state of absolute rationality again. He wanted to use this to analyze the current information to see if he could find a way out.

There was billowing smoke and dust in the tunnel behind him, but Angel was not affected. Instead, he calmly stared at the door in front of him.

When Angel was looking for the "door opening mechanism" before, he had explored every part of this door from top to bottom, and there was nothing unusual. The only thing that made him feel that there might be something strange was the inscription pattern in the middle.

Angel didn't understand the inscription, nor did he know what the pattern meant.

He could only guess that this inscription pattern might be the key to opening the door. Only by activating the inscription could the door be opened.

But the inscription on the door was obviously invalid, and it might not be possible to activate it at all.

Angel decided to follow his own idea and use the magic array to depict the inscription through magic to see if there was any way to activate it.

At this time, gravel had already rolled to the door.

Angel ignored the rolling gravel, but stretched out his finger, with magic on his fingertips, and then slowly integrated the magic into the pattern on the door...

The pattern on the door flashed, but Angel's eyes suddenly became dark.

Then the next second, Angel saw an eye, opened in the darkness, and looked at himself.

What kind of eye was that? Angel couldn't even describe it, as if he saw through everything in the world, full of wisdom, but at the same time it was difficult to hide the evil and blood under the wisdom.

When Angel was stared at by this eye, he was not only unable to move, but also seemed to be seen through from head to toe.

Whether it was the flesh or the soul, in the eyes of this eye, it was completely naked.

Suddenly, a familiar itching sensation appeared on Angel's shoulder. As the itching sensation appeared, the feeling of being seen through gradually disappeared... It seemed as if there was a layer of fog in front of him, not only preventing the other party from seeing him, but also Angel could not see the eye behind the fog.

Therefore, he missed the flash of surprise in that eye.

The darkness gradually faded, and the eye disappeared with it, and the light of fluorite appeared in front of Angel again.

Angel didn't know how long he had been in the darkness before. When he came to his senses, he was surprised to find that the rumbling sound in his ears had disappeared and the world returned to silence.

Angel looked at his intact hands and then at the door in front of him.

The door was still not open, but he was not injured? What happened?

He turned around and saw that the ground was covered with gravel, and there were some cracks on the side and top walls, but fortunately, there was no collapse here.

He walked a distance in the direction of the tunnel, and soon he saw a thick pile of gravel and soil, unable to move forward.

Angell estimated the distance and successfully found the coordinates at this time through the simulated sand table in his mind: the collapsed tunnel just happened to be just below the Void Tower.

Angell was in a trance for a moment, and it seemed that this did make sense?

After all, if even the tunnel where he was now collapsed, wouldn't the Void Tower on the ground also suffer? Even if it didn't collapse, it would become a Void Leaning Tower.

It seems that his previous worries were over-concerned.

However, the reality is still in front of him, how should he get out?

Angell walked back to the front of the door, which was still closed. He recalled the previous experience and felt a little strange.

What's going on with this door? And what about the eyes before?

He looked at the pattern on the door, which was the same as before, and there was no change.

Angell felt a little puzzled, and finally could only shake his head and sigh.

Then he routinely looked at his shoulders through his mental power. There was nothing abnormal in the itchy place before, so he was relieved.

Now, Angel did not delve into these trivial matters, but thought about the most realistic problem at the moment, how to leave here?

Angel first thought of digging the dirt pile outside.

Since the tunnel has collapsed, it should be no problem to dig a way to the outside, right?

With this idea, Angel extended a ray of mental power from the gap in the dirt pile to explore the situation first.

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