There is no time to hesitate.
The four of them suppressed their injuries and fear of the scroll, and bent down one by one to enter the newly opened passage.
Mark was in front, with a cross-shaped forearm shield on his shoulder, and the colorful black light barely illuminated the damp and cold corridor ahead.
Not far away, the space suddenly opened up, which seemed to be a small front hall at the entrance.
At the end of the corridor is a half-collapsed stone hall. Behind the stone hall is an altar similar to the previous Hall of Darkness, with a crown also floating above it.
Mark and his companions were not in a hurry to get the crown, but first inspected the stone hall.
The walls of the hall have long been mottled and broken, but on the remaining huge wall, a mural with peeling colors but magnificent momentum stubbornly tells the forgotten taboo:
The figure at the top of the mural is not Luminar, the "only true God" preached by the Church of Holy Light today.
On the left is a huge human figure made up of pure light and countless miniature life images - the God of Holy Light. Order and vitality flow around Him.
On the right is a deep, shifting shadow composed of swirls of stars and silent extinction—the God of Darkness, who controls the end of the cycle of all things.
The two gods were not confronting each other, but rather in a strange balance.
Their huge bodies leaned forward slightly, and their arms stretched out to each other were clasped in the center of the mural!
In the divinely clasped hands, suspended was a skull crown with a hideous and majestic shape—the Pale Skull Crown!
An ancient Lumi inscription marked beneath it - Vessel of Balance.
Looking at this subversive scene, feeling the throbbing power within the cross necklace and the cold silence dormant deep in the scroll, Mark, who was familiar with the current canons of the Holy Light Church, felt a chill running down his spine and straight to his head.
"What does this mural mean? Are the God of Light and the God of Darkness drinking from a cup of wine? This is nonsense!" Enzo muttered with his head tilted back.
Mark stared at the pale skull crown in the hands of the two gods clasped together in the mural, his head buzzing.
"This 'Instrument of Balance'... Could it be that the records of the Church of Holy Light are all wrong?" He stroked the cross necklace on his chest, feeling its unusually active throbbing.
The scriptures of the Church of Holy Light all record that the shadow gods were born in the abyss and are inherently evil.
The God of Light saved the world by suppressing the shadow gods.
Among them, the shadow gods include the God of Darkness, the God of Shadows and other elements related to darkness and shadows. Even the Goddess of Stars and Moon was once defined as a shadow god by the Church of Holy Light.
"Not necessarily. Things like religious scriptures are subjectively fabricated by believers. They may not dare to forge information about their own gods, but..." Monica didn't say anything absolute.
Enzo spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva and said in a gruff voice, "Who cares about gods? This damn place is so weird! Hurry up and find the real thing or find a proper way out! My bones are aching!"
But it was at this moment.
Monica suddenly looked up, her wine-red pupils fixed on the edge of the mural's dome. "Something's wrong! The runes on the mural are... flowing! They're absorbing the light here! This mural, like your 'Record of the Advent of Holy Light,' has already acquired divinity!"
The other side.
On the ruins of the Hall of Darkness.
The Blood God's giant arm, made of blood plasma and resentment, did not pick up the floating "Pale Crown" and grant him a great blessing as the Orc Commander had expected.
Its huge body froze slightly, and the single eye that was formed in the surging blood waves and burned with endless blood flames was staring at the crown of the skull.
“Woo…Owl——!!!”
The wordless roar tore through the air, filled with the rage of being deceived!
The entire ruins trembled again in the invisible sound waves!
Under the "gaze" of the Blood God, the colorful light flowing inside the "skull crown", and the blood color that had been injected into it before, became extremely dazzling and... filthy!
This is not a divine object transformed by holy light at all!
The Blood God is an evil god born from the abyss and yet transcends the abyss. What use does he have for this bullshit and filth?!
He will certainly be furious!
"Fake!?"
The ecstasy on the orc commander's face froze instantly and turned pale with fear.
As a tribe that believes in the Blood God in a remote area of the Orc Dynasty, their Blood Crocodile Tribe has long abandoned the traditional and backward belief in the Beast God.
Converting to the Blood God can bring powerful combat power and room for growth to the tribe.
The reason why they were able to quietly pass through two human kingdoms and arrive at the ancient human king's tomb in the Warcraft Mountains was because they were guided by the Blood God and entered the tomb through special means.
As long as they can bring back the legendary king's crown from the tomb, the Blood God will grant the Blood Crocodile Tribe at least three divine seeds that can ensure that the tribe members advance to the legendary level!
As long as they have a legendary strongman, their Blood Crocodile Tribe will completely get rid of the current predicament of the bottom orc tribe and become a large orc tribe that can dominate one side!
But now the Blood God actually said that the crown they found was fake!
"Blood God... Clear Insight!"
The shaman's voice was distorted by fear and fanaticism. He could feel his tenuous connection to the Blood God bearing the weight of his wrath. "Humble servant... I beg for your power! That false projection... may become... a signpost pointing to the true coordinates!"
He knelt on the ground in the most humble manner, and his blood-stained bone staff frantically absorbed the remaining power of the Blood God around him, turning it into a filthy and sticky blood light, and slammed it into the colorful "skull crown" projection!
The filthy blood was like ink dripping into clear water, quickly spreading a scarlet color in the colorful light of the fake skull crown!
At this moment, the fake skull suddenly burst out with a distorted buzzing sound, and a subtle spatial fluctuation with a strong bloody mark suddenly pointed to a certain coordinate.
It turned out to be the location of the Hall of Rebirth, which was thousands of miles away!
A fierce gleam gleamed in the warlord's eyes. He no longer cared about the shaman's losses and roared like a wild beast: "Sacrifice! For the Blood God! For the True Crown!"
The orc warrior who had not been executed by Mark's team and was still alive had no time to react before his throat was cut off by the commander's lightning-fast axe!
The gushing vitality along with their painful soul screams were instantly greedily devoured by the blood sacrifice circle remaining under their feet!
The violent spatial energy tore a crack above the altar that looked like a boiling sea of blood!
Boom!
Accompanied by the orcs' shrill howls and the explosion of space tearing.
The orc warlord, covered in blood and emitting a strong smell of blood, and the exhausted shaman forced their way through the blood-red crack and into the icy Hall of Rebirth!
It landed right at the entrance to the corridor where Mark's team entered the Hall of Rebirth!
However, the moment they stepped in - buzz!
An insoluble, strong breath containing the orcs' murderous hatred and the filthy power of the Blood God was instantly poured like dirty water into the silent and pure Hall of Rebirth, which was filled with the ancient holy light!
Buzz...!
The dead silence in the Hall of Rebirth was instantly broken!
Above the dome, at the core of the mural depicting the majestic figure of the God of Light, the God of Light’s gigantic eyes, overlooking all living beings, suddenly lit up!
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