The feeling of traveling through the winding path is not good. My body and consciousness are like being thrown into a drum washing machine. They are hit repeatedly and my blood surges.

The chaotic vision became clear again. Boluogo knocked out of a door out of control. His steps staggered. Fortunately, he stabbed out the resentment in time, picked up the blade, and stabilized his posture. Behind him,

, the open door also slammed shut at this moment.

Aimu's ether rises and spreads, and the moment just after the winding path shuttle ends is undoubtedly the most vulnerable moment for Boluogo. Aimu calls the ether, causing ripples, and vigilantly explores the surrounding information.

"No etheric reaction," Aimu reported.

"good."

At this time, Boluoge also calmed down and rubbed his stomach vigorously, "I guess we traveled a long distance through the winding path this time, maybe from one end of Raymond Gayton to the other end."

"Why?"

"Because my reaction is more violent."

Boluogo said and covered his mouth, suppressing the tumbling of his stomach.

While traveling along winding paths is convenient, it also has its side effects. For example, if something goes wrong, the fatality rate is almost 100%. In addition, frequent and long-distance traveling along winding paths can cause a strong negative state in the human body.

Just like motion sickness, Boluogo was so dizzy that he could hardly stand. You can imagine how far he had traveled.

"What now? Are you feeling better?"

Aimu lifted part of the overlap, and her hand, like a mechanical arm that suddenly appeared, grabbed the potion from Boluogo's waist and stabbed it directly into his neck.

Boluogo's consciousness immediately came to his senses, and he even felt a certain degree of excitement. His heart was beating violently and his whole body was hot.

"What did you inject me with?"

"Some potion to help keep you awake."

"Are you sure this is okay?"

Speaking of which, apart from the Mang Silver Soul that replenished the ether, the other potions she carried were all prepared by Aimu. Boluogo didn't know what she had brought.

"You are an immortal, and you are best suited to take all kinds of medicines before a battle," Aimu analyzed. "Anyway, you can still stand up even if you overdose on medicines."

"You can do whatever you want since I'm an immortal, right?"

"This is called profit maximization."

Boluogo sighed and kicked the empty injection that fell on the ground. There was no mark on it and it looked like a three-no medicine.

"Did you refine it yourself?" Boluogo asked again. This lack of any markings definitely does not comply with the regulations of the Bureau of Order.

"certainly."

"Why do you feel like I'm being used as a guinea pig for you?"

Boluogo complained while observing the surrounding situation.

After a series of bad luck, Boluogo seemed to have finally gotten lucky. He seemed to have broken into an attic. There were many familiar crystal curtain walls, but this time they were no longer transparent and pure. Instead, they were full of cracks, and some of them were completely broken.

It broke into pieces, and bursts of hot breeze flowed into the room through the gap.

Above Bologo's head was the familiar sharp dome, and under the dome were rows of bookshelves, but most of them had collapsed, and dusty books were scattered all over the floor.

"Is this the sacred room of King Solomon?" asked Borogo.

Legend has it that there is a secret room in the sacred city of Raymond Gaiton, which is filled with books containing forbidden knowledge. The release of each book will cause a fight in the world, and among them there is a

A more noble and sacred book.

Some people say that it is a holy book compiled by King Solomon himself, which contains knowledge that transcends this era.

People in later generations have made many guesses as to what was actually written in the Holy Scriptures, but one thing that makes everyone more convinced is that the path to becoming a crowned person is most likely recorded there.

"Sacred Code Room? How is it possible," Aimu lifted the overlap and looked around, "Whether it was the fall of the Holy City or subsequent exploration, the Bureau of Order failed to find the existence of the Sacred Code Room. How could it be possible?

We met so easily."

Picking up a book, Aimu wiped off the dust on it, "However, everyone speculates that the Holy Code Room is at the core of Raymond Gaiton."

"The core of Raymond Gaiton, the palace of King Solomon." Bologg knew the so-called core, and then whispered its name.

"Golden Palace."

It is said that it was a palace made of gold, in which King Solomon's throne was located, and the mysterious sacred room was under the throne.

During the fall of the Holy City, the soldiers broke through the high wall, rushed into Raymond Gaiton, and even surrounded the Golden Palace. Facing countless enemies, King Solomon finally died on his throne.

Brimstone and fire.

When he was dying, King Solomon cursed everyone, and the light was released, turning everyone within the range into pillars of salt, which continue to burn to this day.

Since then, the Golden Palace has been surrounded by Guangzhuo. In order to resist the wanton fireworks, the Bureau of Order threw the evil on the palace, using the flesh and blood of the infinite resurrection of the evil to consume the light that could not be burned.

Quiet anger.

As soon as he mentioned these, Boluoge felt even more pressure. The light gradually died down, and the terrible desperate situation had a glimmer of hope. Therefore, the final destination of Boluogo's action was the Golden Palace. This may be his only time to explore the Golden Palace.

Chance.

"This should be just an ordinary library." Aimu raised the books in his hand. "They are some very basic books. They may be a place for apprentices to study."

Boluogo did not give up, walking through the bookshelves, wiping off the heavy dust, and reading the titles on the books.

"Let's look for it first. Maybe we can find some unique copies?"

"Alright alright."

Aimu obeyed Boluogo's wishes and went up and down the bookshelves with her.

Many times Boluogo is like a bandit, always holding on to the idea that the thief will never escape. Even if he can't understand what these books are about, most of the people who can appear in Raymond Gayton are

Good stuff, he has to find a way to take it out.

After careful screening, Aimu found a few interesting books. Holding the heavy books, she asked, "Can we carry so many things?"

"It's not a big problem. If it really doesn't work, just give it up when the time comes."

Boluogo waved his hand gently, and a diamond-shaped shield slid towards Aimu. It began to squirm, proliferate, and disintegrate, directly swallowing the books in Aimu's arms. Then it solidified into a suspended cube and followed Boluogo quietly.

around.

"It's...it's really convenient." Aimu admired it.

Boluogo walked to the gap in the crystal curtain wall. It was hard to imagine what kind of power could break this special substance. This was different from breaking a wall. This level of damage was already considered a serious blow to Raymond Gai.

Dayton itself was hurt.

Waves of heat came from the gap in the crystal curtain wall. Bologger struggled to stick his head out against the heat wave that burned his face.

He saw it.

Broken spiers stand on the ruins of the city, and in the core they surround, in the center of the city, is a huge, twisted, swollen sarcoma, standing like a mountain of flesh.

Boluogo guessed that the location that was originally the Golden Palace was now replaced by this evil thing. The mountain of meat was abnormally swollen, like a hot piece of meat, with a disgusting grease sheen, like meat smeared with blood.

piece.

The blood precipitated from the surface and evaporated, and the rich blood gas spread, and a disgusting fishy smell was mixed with it.

"The evil in this world..."

Boluogo marveled, and then he saw that inside the strange and crazy mountain of flesh, the light burned like a flame. It tore through the darkness, and the strong light illuminated the inside of the flesh and blood, causing it to carry away

A touch of orange-red transparency, like amber stone.

Amber... no, in the mountain of flesh, under the illumination of that light, many internal organs structures became clearly visible, and blood vessels were densely covered like spider webs. They were like thick roots, twisted and intertwined, and the stacked internal organs were faintly visible.

It can be seen that they are like huge dark spots located one after another in amber.

The infinite light beneath the evils of this world is exactly the light that is completely enveloped by it.

The sound of deep and distant breathing came again, and only then did Boluogo realize that the many uneven flesh bumps on the surface of the meat mountain were squirming violently.

They were countless human faces dotted on the mountain of meat. These faces were wailing and full of extreme pain. Their bloodshot eyes were bulging, staring helplessly around, and their mouths were wide open, silently shouting pain and suffering.

Every time the twisted mountain of flesh trembles, like the collision of a war drum, the whole city will tremble. It sounds like the inner howl of a giant beast, stirring everyone's nerves and pushing them into an unbearable state.

Enduring the panic.

Roshan's heart was beating, it was breathing, and the countless faces were moving accordingly. They opened their mouths uncontrollably due to pain, like external organs, breathing heavily, but it seemed that they could never fill their lungs.

Ministry of hunger.

The exhaled air flow gathered together to form a terrible hurricane, and at the same time tons of ash was spit out from its mouth. That was the burned flesh and blood from inside the meat mountain.

The ashes all over the sky were thrown high and fell, like countless snowflakes, burying the entire city.

"Is that where we're going next?"

Aimu also poked his head over and saw the terrifying mountain of flesh.

"Get down quickly!"

Suddenly, Boluogo held down Aimu's head, hugged her tightly and huddled in a corner on one side. At the same time, his rumbling breathing became louder and louder. As the earth shook, a roaring heat wave erupted from the top of the mountain of meat.

Released in countless faces.

Foehn winds beat against the buildings along the way, and a beam of flames appeared directly from the gap in the crystal curtain wall. The swallowing ashes spilled into the room and piled up in the corners.
To be continued...