Will there be dragons?
Or a dragon egg?
The atmosphere in the team is no longer normal.
From an observer's perspective, Hitzfeld could clearly see the changes in people's hearts.
Wealth can indeed move people's hearts... Even though these people are from large families, it's just that they haven't seen enough wealth before.
The treasures in the tomb are enough to make people abandon their rationality step by step. Everyone is dreaming of restoring the glory of their ancestors. All dangers and unknowns are thrown behind their minds.
But the situation on the fourth floor was surprising - it had actually been opened.
The door that should have been tightly closed was open, and a pool of dark red liquid oozed out from it, emitting a horrible yet intoxicating stench.
Many people unconsciously covered their noses when they went down the tunnel.
Now they can be sure that the smell comes from these liquids.
"Is this blood?"
Heiler walked up, drew out his dagger, and used the tip of the sword to mix a little liquid for observation.
There was no corrosiveness, no abnormality, and it seemed that there was nothing special about it except the bad smell.
He stepped on it again with his boot, and there was nothing unusual. When he looked up, he saw that Lazuli had walked into the crack of the door as if no one was around.
"Lazuli!" His face changed and he followed.
Entering the fourth floor, he found that the space inside was very large.
The surroundings were empty and shrouded in darkness. The light from the lantern in his hand could only cover this small area. Haierle looked carefully along the light in front of him and found that Lazuli had walked more than ten meters away and was standing next to a squirming object, staring at it in a daze.
what is that?
He took a step forward and walked over, gradually being able to see the appearance of the object clearly.
That's liquid.
It should be a hole leading to somewhere, where foul-smelling red water constantly seeps out.
After staring at it for a while, Heyerle suddenly felt that it looked like a spring.
Isn’t it.
This surging look...
If you replace them with clear and clean water, it would be a handful of spring water.
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Chapter 103 Fei Che Holy Spring Twelve
"Oh, this is really terrible."
“This is the most disgusting place I have ever been to.”
"Who opened the fourth level? Did he dig the dung pit of the sawtooth elephant?"
The exploration team filed in through the crack of the gate. Some gathered around Lazuli, some held lanterns and torches to explore the border, and some held their muskets and swords tightly, stationed around and remained alert.
"What is this?" Seam Smurf half-knelt down, staring at the gushing blood fountain in the light of the fire, "Don't tell me that this is what you are chasing?"
"I don't know." Lazuli's voice sounded very hoarse. Hitzfeld looked at his face and found that his brows were frowned and his expression changed every second.
"What do you mean you don't know?"
“This can’t be the Fei Che Holy Spring… I don’t know why it became like this, but I can definitely sense that it is under the earth veins—ah!”
At the end of his speech, he hugged his head and fell backwards. If Heiler hadn't been there to support him, he would have completely abandoned his reserve and manners and taken a bath in this foul liquid.
"Great." Sim was still making sarcastic remarks. "The guide got sick at the critical moment. Who can tell me what to do next? Find something to fill this place up?"
"Fill it up." Heiler said as he helped Lazuli to the side, "It stinks... If it continues like this, this place will be flooded. Find a few people to see if there are any heavy objects... like the statues above. We also need to do a physical examination on each other."
"Lazuli's abnormality makes him alert. He is afraid that the stench may cause hallucinations." Xia Yibing said to the girl.
Hitzfeld's lips curled slightly.
Of course she could see it, but experiencing it all and discussing it with someone close to her, the sense of closeness and intimacy in which they could talk about anything, was more important to her than physical pleasure.
Then everything went in order, and they intensified their exploration of the fourth floor, and found that there were many metal plates like tombstones. These metal plates were arranged radially in all directions, and in the center, if they understood correctly, there was a hole similar to a flower-shaped depression - that was where the blood fountain was gushing out now.
"I can't understand what the carvings mean."
Standing in front of the inscription, Haierle's uncle frowned.
From the information he had collected so far, he felt that this place was like a tomb.
Of course, the Dragon Tomb itself is a tomb, but what they had seen before did not have any of the elements of a tomb. That is to say, there were only treasures and burial objects, but the key to a tomb was missing - the remains of the dead.
Now that the truth was out, he thought the bodies must be buried here. These metal tombstones... there might be bones buried under each one.
Whose body could it be?
King Kyle obviously didn't need to divide himself into so many parts, and he didn't have any problem in his brain to do so. So he used his imagination, combined with the saddle armor on the third floor, to guess that the bodies buried here might be the remains of some warriors.
Warriors - the warriors of the Dragon Riders! He felt that there was no more reasonable possibility than this, and only those warriors who swore allegiance to Kyle were qualified to stay here. After all, judging from the number of tombstones, he didn't think Kyle had so many ancestors at that time.
"I don't understand it either." A few other people came over, and no one had a relaxed brow.
"It uses a very strange new script, and I can't recognize a single character."
"It should be Borunian." Heiler said a few meters away, "I heard Lazuli mention this language. He insisted that it was the ancient orthodox language of the Dragon Kingdom."
"So he must understand it?"
"This..." Haierle looked at Lazuli who was leaning in his arms with his eyes closed, and his expression became very helpless.
Obviously, even if Lazuli could understand, his condition did not support him stepping forward to help them translate.
"But aren't there carvings?" At this point, young Baal couldn't help but interrupt, "We can't read the words, but we can look at the pictures. These pictures seem to be connected!"
The others held up lights and looked for several pictures to compare them one by one, and they had to admit that he was right.
The carvings are indeed connected, and each picture seems to be just a description of the scene. Then in order to understand the story from the beginning, they had to go all the way to the outside of the tomb, because the pictures are in reverse order, and its origin must be from the outside to the inside.
Looking down from the edge of the stone wall, the young man Bal was watching with great interest, but most of the others had constipated expressions.
Some pictures are too abstract. Do they have to rely on luck to guess?
Many people were getting impatient, thinking that the so-called fourth floor might be a lie told by King Kyle. There was nothing valuable here, no dragons, no dragon eggs, only his self-esteem and vanity.
Isn't it? After all, when he died, there was no news of who Tarignan was fighting with. These soldiers would not have died suddenly for no reason. Who knows if he killed them just to be buried with himself.
In another dislocated time and space, Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing were also browsing tombstones.
They looked more carefully and could see more. This was partly due to the strange dream Hitzfeld had had before - it allowed them to at least understand the beginning of the story, the first carving, the meaning of a female warrior with a dragon tail and wings.
This should be the story that happened after that dream.
The second is Hitzfeld. She can understand some Borutonian, so translating the inscription is not a problem.
"'My descendants must be dreaming of restoring the glory of their ancestors, but what I know tells me that even if it is restored and becomes a thousand or ten thousand times stronger than before, it will not be able to offend the Kingdom of God in the East.'"
While browsing the inscription, Hitzfeld read its contents softly to the woman.
"'Of course I won't just stay silent. I will wonder why... why that woman is so powerful, where her power comes from, how she can make such a change... and the change in position. I am curious about all of this'."
"'So I dug up some Thran graves—'"
Having said this, the girl paused, feeling absurd.
The speech speed increased: "'I will try to start from the root of the bloodline and study my blood and their blood, and what is the difference between her blood'."
"'If the Thranites, her people, can do it, there's no reason why I can't do the same'."
"'Once I master it, I can pass this power down to my mother, who at the time believed she would never die.'"
"'It could even go a step further--'"
"'Take on her likeness to please her...'"
“…He’s crazy!”
After a moment of silence, Xia Yibing found that this was all she could say.
Digging up other people's graves secretly to study their bloodline?
Is this still the infinitely glorious King Kyle mentioned in historical records?
She knew very well that once this kind of thing started, the bottom line would gradually be lost. With his power and privilege, who could be sure that his experimental materials came from the dead, rather than him creating the dead himself - through killing?
"He has psychological...psychological problems, that's for sure."
Hitzfeld also stuttered a little.
Severi did give Kyle enough, whether it was wealth, status, power, or even love - she never skimped on him.
But this relationship is still incomplete. Kyle himself is overly precocious and very opinionated, which may cause him to think too much sometimes.
For example, the bad idea of relying on that secret method to transform into another person and using that method to please my mother came into being.
She felt that Severi would definitely not want Kyle to do this, but Kyle definitely didn't think so.
He is too opinionated.
And she wasn't even sure when he started this research...whether Queen Severi knew about it before she died...
"Go on, Esun."
The woman urged her.
"There's still a little left...what did he write next?"
"…'After a long period of study - I'm not sure if it was due to my intelligence or simply because I'm her child - I finally mastered the skill, and learned its official name from Osenna - Mimicry'."
Hitzfeld continued reading.
"'The principle of mimetic deformation is to deeply understand every aspect of an individual organism from the particle level, from the microscopic to the macroscopic, and replicate that structure without any error, and then transform yourself by applying this model.'"
"'It's dangerous, especially since few people have used it to become another person. And the most disappointing thing is that the channel for learning it has been cut off - there are no particles after the epoch.'"
"'But that doesn't bother me...'"
"'I heard that she once sealed a group of criminals in the abyss. Their main messenger was reduced to ashes by the holy sword, but those minor details... the parts that do not have a decisive impact on the reconstruction of reality... those [bacteria] and [viruses], they are in extreme environments, on the seabed, underground, deep in the magma. If they can survive, not just a little bit, I think they will definitely change according to the different environments.'"
"'The changes that occur according to the rules of the new world... they must no longer require particles...'"
"'Yes... I know... there is something called [Mimicry], it is very strange...'"
"'Let's assume I found it...'"
"'include……'"
The tone paused.
"'Turn myself into material'."
After reading this, Hitzfeld rolled up his one eye and kept looking at the darkness above his head.
That is the "outline" of the entire tomb.
"'It's a pity that I didn't make it in time... Even if I went to beg her, begged her to see her one last time...'"
"'So I just had to keep my research hidden...'"
"'Buried as a secret in this tomb...'"
"'Buried within my corpse... within the body I took on...'"
Chapter 104 Pollution Two-in-One
The thing wrapped in the dragon tomb turned out to be the corpse of King Kyle!
Seeing this, even though Hitzfeld had prepared herself mentally, she still couldn't help feeling as if the whole world was spinning.
No wonder this place is called a tomb but I have never seen any corpses... There is nothing in the tomb of bones. It turns out that it is outside? The corpses are actually the outer shell of the tomb? ?
This was simply unbelievable, and she couldn't help but wonder if "King Kyle was still alive in another form" or "he had modified his own body so that he could continue to move after his death driven by mechanical gears"?
Xia Yibing was also very shocked, and her focus was very simple: she couldn't imagine what kind of animal King Kyle simulated that could accommodate such a large dragon tomb.
