Volume 11: The Cursed Hammer Witch Chapter 27: Above the Stars (Part 1)
The talks ended unpleasantly, but life must go on.
After withdrawing from the projection, the emperor moved his huge body and slowly walked down the dark stairs. He nodded to the guards on both sides.
"How many years have you been following me?"
"Fifty years, Your Majesty. From the time you were born until now."
The guard on the left lowered his head and whispered:
"We remain loyal to your will to this day. Even the gods themselves cannot shake our loyalty."
"I'm glad, Lawrence. But it's clear that something has happened that even the gods can't handle, and those cowards have already run away. The inferences our ancestors made from the clues they found in the ruins are obviously correct. Our gods are just a group of prisoners, and the master of the starry sky is someone else. We are just a small exception in this vast universe. This is really sad news."
"Your Majesty, you——"
"No need to say more. I have my own judgment. Now we should go and see the most special 'guest' of our empire. He may have some different opinions."
The emperor shook his huge head, stopped the guards from speaking, walked to a corner, and pressed his palm towards some invisible structures.
The mechanism of magic cannot be judged by normal means. It is necessary to simulate the key through magic elements, and then transmit it through specific gestures and light and shadow to achieve the purpose of unlocking. All the so-called magic locks in novels are a part of artistic creation, or they are done intentionally.
Think about it, we already have magic, so why should the lock be obsessed with the material itself? This world is originally driven by faith and heart, and the unlocking method of the magic lock is naturally passed down from generation to generation. The unique method taught to him by the Magic Emperor, who is now the emperor's father and grandfather, extracts certain elements from the surrounding air, and these elements gradually converge and integrate to form a black three-dimensional cylinder.
After finding some special machines, the elements in the air gradually condensed and integrated, and finally transformed into a puzzle-like structure. After placing the cylinder into the structure, the entire puzzle gradually changed from a two-dimensional to a three-dimensional cube structure, gradually interlaced and transferred, and then bit each other, releasing light. Reading the elements contained in the air from the surrounding air, after confirming each element one by one, the entire cube gradually spread and expanded, condensing into a square black film in the air, and a black door emerged from it like a water wave.
On this planet full of betrayal and fear, only this kind of mechanism and code has considerable attainments. He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door in the black film, and soon revealed the black stairs spiraling downward behind him. The Knight Emperor walked in silently, and the guards behind him hurriedly followed and closed the door.
"Humans are very weak. They have always been the weakest."
Walking on the empty stairs, the emperor looked at the seemingly endless stairs and said to the guards beside him nonchalantly:
"We are undoubtedly just a group of weaklings on this planet. We cannot unite, we are divided by the gods, our language is not common, and our organization is not united. Even our lifespan is not as long as those of the elves, but our reproductive capacity is the same."
"It means that we are born weak and we are low class. To those arrogant long-eared people, our race is nothing but a collection of small fry and trash. Think about the era before the Holy Emperor, when the whole world was occupied by elves and dark elves, and we were just a group of slaves, constantly fighting and struggling under the control of the elves. But obviously, the learning ability and wisdom we possess are unimaginable to those elves who only know how to rank people by seniority."
"They are indeed ancient and noble, and they are indeed a group of long-lived wise men. However, the problem is that, precisely because they are ancient, they cannot accept change, let alone the current facts. They suppress dissidents and devour children. Aren't the so-called folk customs modified because they are afraid of their own children? As long as they leave offspring in the end, everything else can be ignored. As they get older, they become more and more cold-blooded, more and more afraid of death, and more and more obsessed with power. And those who are over 200 years old, haha, are just a group of beasts. They can't see the changes in the world."
“…”
As the stairs went down, the seemingly unchanging starry sky gradually changed.
The stars that were originally used as lighting gradually faded away, and the deeper you went, the more eerie and terrifying the darkness became. It was as if everything inside was returning to nothingness, and even the three people blessed by the gods felt a little scared.
But if you walk down the stairs and look carefully at the end of the stairs, you will find that a small starry sky is projected in the deepest part of the darkness. It is like a real starry sky, with stars behind it, countless streamers drifting in the sky, and a small, unclear sun behind it. This figure is curled up in the miniature of the entire starry sky. Although it is illuminated by the light, the surroundings are blurry, as if something brighter has blurred the space.
It was as if something even hotter was burning and steaming inside his body, distorting the space around him.
Looking at the hazy figure, the emperor stopped where he could just see him, frowned, carved some runes around him, and then cleared his throat.
"Your companions have come to rescue you, First Saint."
The Knight Emperor's voice, like muffled thunder, slowly echoed in everyone's heart, naturally including the prisoner imprisoned in the starry sky.
"That blazing white flame, that terrifying, almost infectious power, that immense war potential... just like you, the First Saint. That is truly the embodiment of terror and power. That's why I'm here. Now, we should also talk about you, the Holy Church, and everything that happened inside the Hengduan Mountains."
“…”
No sound.
In response to the emperor's voice, the figure did not move at all.
The figure sitting cross-legged in the void was silent, without even the slightest movement.
The whole person curled up in the empty and lonely nothingness, as if he was already dead.
