Chapter 120: The Original Son
Now that Captain Nello has spoken, everyone quickly gathered their belongings and put the twelve sharp blades in scabbards made of soil and cloth.
Nero, Crovette and Marina each carried four blades, while Watson, who seemed guilty, carried Gunther's body.
It seemed that this was not the first time Nello had dealt with the corpse of a companion during an expedition. He took out a bottle of viscous oil that was clear and mixed with particles like gray snow from his arms, and poured it into Gunser's chest. Immediately, wisps of cold air rose from the white wound caused by excessive blood loss.
The wound where Watson rotated the blade 360 degrees seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice. This layer of ice seemed thin, but it could effectively suppress the smell of blood, and even Watson could no longer smell it. Smell the sweetness and fragrance.
Everyone walked back along the way they came, walking on thin ice through the groom's layer full of broken zombies, trying not to make a sound.
Watson used his peripheral vision to look at the dry bodies on both sides of him, looking at their withered but knotted muscles, feeling the cold winter and sharp breath contained in their bodies... He looked up at the satisfied Nello in front of him. Bacchus shook his head slowly and thought in his heart: "Nello...it's you who are wrong. Can you be satisfied with just twelve sharp blades? These thirty-two broken beasts that are incorruptible for thousands of years The corpse is the biggest treasure on the first three floors of this underground pyramid!"
"If I were to lead and control these thirty-two broken walking corpses that were invulnerable and powerful... I guess the career that William McConaughey was not competing for at that time would also be easy for me!"
They returned all the way to the Mithraic cave on the ground. Khalsa and Lido who stayed behind were a little surprised to see the new John carrying Gunser's body on his back, but after hearing Crovette's explanation, they also agreed. He nodded and looked at Watson who was carrying the body with admiration.
Watson just smiled pretending to be embarrassed, and then the group of people quickly ran into the city before the night completely dissipated.
When they reached the urban area, they put Gunser down from behind. Watson and Nello seemed to be supporting their drunken companions as they transported the cold body back to Crossroads Hospital.
When the first ray of dawn fell, Watson delivered Ganser's body to Nello. His old subordinate said that I would first place the body in the morgue inside the hospital. Sir Watson, you Go back to the dormitory to rest first, I can do the rest by myself.
So they returned to the staff dormitory building with Crovitt. After saying good night to each other, the two closed the door and fell asleep in their own beds separated by only a wall.
Watson lay on the bed and was not in a hurry to fall asleep. He was sorting out what he had seen and heard tonight in his mind and sorting out the direction for the future.
"When I enter Mansu next time, I may be able to follow the footsteps of the dead and find the real pure white door."
"But what is the price for opening the Pure White Door? It's a pity that when I joined the exploration, Nero and the others had already opened the second largest door of the underground pyramid, otherwise I could have taken the opportunity to get a glimpse of the conditions for opening the door."
"There is also the scene inside the Bridegroom's Layer, those cobalt blue crystal fruits hanging from the ceiling... Is this a scene copied from Mansu? Is there such a place hidden behind the pure white door? A place with fruit of light? The well in the forest can exchange vitality, and the rugged boulders contain enlightening influences. So what benefits or harm can this fruit of light bring me?"
"The most important thing is related to the Stag Gate that is promoted to the Knower... The huge deer head guarding the gate, according to Moth's past memory, is a replica of an unknown Mansu creature named Gribby... He wants to pass through The Stag Gate must answer Gribby's riddle."
"And Gribi in the real Mansu is very likely to ask other riddles... How will I show the correct answers then? The answers to these riddles seem to be secrets related to deeper secret transmissions... Doesn’t it mean that you need to be proficient in the Nine Secrets to have a 100% chance of passing the Stag Gate?”
"The Bladed Stairs and the river in the painting behind the Stag Gate...are they a replica of the scene or some kind of metaphor. Does the Bladed Stairs mean that the secret herald can only climb up step by step by enduring pain and disaster?"
Watson really wants to dreamwalk into the Mansu Woodland right now to verify his conjecture... But it's not the right time yet. He is now living with so many esoteric cultists. God knows if they have some kind of detection ability to enter and exit the Mansu Forest. By using the means of sleeping, you can find that you are dreamwalking to Mansu.
Or if he accidentally met other believers in the Mansu, how should he explain it? According to the people he had come into contact with in the woodland before, all of them were from near London. Although the woodland is boundless, it is obvious that The area where a Tantric cultist travels in his dream is also connected to the location of the waking world. Now that he is dreaming, he will most likely meet other believers in the forest!
So Watson could only suppress his inner curiosity and fall asleep in a mortal way.
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Back in time, when the Crossroads Hospital team had just left the Mithraic Cave.
They did not notice that a large pool of blood flowing from Gunser's heart was spreading towards the edge of the platform, slowly dripping into the dark abyss at the bottom.
This seemingly bottomless abyss is actually only nearly a hundred feet deep. The bottom of the abyss takes on a funnel-like shape, so the blood of Heart and Kai flowing down along the inner wall of the abyss falls straight to the bottom, where it drips into a On top of a body as dry as a pile of firewood.
The weak vitality contained in the blood nourished the withered body, and the wrinkled flesh slowly returned to life, and then more fresh blood flowed down.
An ancient sleeping body is gradually reviving, and its flesh and blood are being nourished and rejuvenating. Four sharp and long tongues greedily lick the dripping blood, passing it to the internal digestive cavity, and absorbing it in a more efficient way. of vitality.
Bang, bang, bang, there was the sound of heavy hammers hitting the wall from under the dark abyss, mixed with the harsh and sharp sound of sharp blades scratching.
The resurrected body smelled the sweet fragrance and climbed all the way to the top platform. The four flesh tongues swept back and forth to completely inhale the blood that had not completely dried up.
It sniffed the smell of flesh and blood food remaining in the air, shook its head that was dazed after not having been used for many years, and looked along the rules of the flow of smell factors, and saw that the warrior door that had not been opened for many years had actually been opened, and It has not been closed yet! ! !
Can we finally leave this place! ! !
The heads looked at each other, almost crying with joy.
They nodded in unison, controlled their seven arms and thirteen legs to exert force on the ground, and rushed up to other floors. Before the soldiers guarding them could react and draw out the sword blade, it had already squeezed out of the narrow passage. The cave, violently breaking open the guarded stone altar... Although I lost a head, two arms and four legs in the process, all the costs were worth it compared with the freedom that was about to come! ! !
Its remaining three heads were all streaming with tears, and its huge body was lying on the ground, feeling the smell of the earth, sniffing the fragrance of the grass, and inhaling the turbid and rich oxygen.
It looked up at the gray sky and couldn't help but roared:
"I, Julius, the original son - am finally free!!!"