Day 11 of the dungeon, 6am, the third tower.
Mizushima Kawaseong was the first to step into the tower.
It was like walking into a vast church, with tall and magnificent structures, large vaults and spires, and magnificent carvings and murals... She looked at the unique scene inside the tower and subconsciously slowed down her steps, as if she was afraid to disturb the sacredness of the place.
A huge table was placed in the center, with twelve chairs arranged around it. The tabletop was carved with uneven ancient myths. A nine-headed candlestick stood in the center, with angel wings and demon wings accounting for half each. A vivid eyeball trembled on the table.
This made her feel as if she had stepped into a mythical land, with only the sound of her own breathing in her ears. But she soon realized that this was the spiritual influence brought by the tower, which made people involuntarily feel awe and worship.
...Is this a relic from thousands of years ago?
She turned around and found that each chair was different. For example, chair number two was engraved with moonlight and sword patterns and was made of iron. Chair number four was decorated with gold and blue gems.
She squatted down, and there was a painting on the back of chair number 4. The painting showed a blond man stepping on a ladder to touch the stars.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind me: "This painting tells a mythological story from the 29th year of the Tianshi Era (more than 1,100 years ago), which comes from the Holy Book of Heavenly Valley. At that time, humans hoped to build a ladder to the starry sky. They built the ladder with the most precious gems and the most solid stones, and sent a man to climb the ladder first. However, after the man climbed up, he was ungrateful and took the ladder away, no longer allowing humans to peek into the sky, and he disappeared in the end."
Mizushima Kawaseong's eyes tightened and she turned her head to look. It was Eli wearing a top hat, turning a card in his hand, with a Tanzanite kingfisher brooch on his chest, a loose robe, and a wide shirt collar, like something from the 18th century. She quickly determined that Eli's world line should be between the Steam Age and the Industrial Age.
"Sorry, I walked quietly. Did I scare you?" Eli raised his hands and stepped back, behaving like a gentleman.
Mizushima Kawaseong's spirit points are very high, and Eli can approach her quietly and silently, which means that his passive stealth is also very high. However, she quickly revealed this matter: "So, each of the twelve chairs is engraved with an event that happened thousands of years ago?"
"That should be the case." Eli put down his hand and pointed in a direction: "Look at the eighth chair. It tells the story of a famous angel judgment ceremony in mythology, which took place in the early days of the Celestial Age."
Mizushima Kawase looked up and saw that the eighth chair was carved with many elements of flames and feathers. It looked more like an exquisite cross sculpture than a chair, and it was difficult to even sit on it.
"At that time, humans launched a trial against angels, and many angel candidates were executed. The most famous angel of trial was believed to have been bewitched by the devil. Her bones were made into a holy sword, and her body fell into the deep sea and was buried forever to punish her sins. She fell into the underworld for eternity, and her soul could never be reborn. Some people said that her compassion was aroused by her love for men, which led to constant natural and man-made disasters. From then on, her tears turned into a sea of icebergs, which lasted for thousands of years without melting." Eli spoke very logically, and it was obvious that he was very interested in these mythological stories of the olden days.
"You know a lot about this." Mizushima Kawaseong frowned. She didn't spend her time reading ancient mythology books.
It turned out that it was such an era a thousand years ago, an era full of angels, gods, holy swords, demons... an era full of mythology, which was indeed desirable. She looked at the exquisite decorations around her, full of sacredness and solemnity, as if there were really angels gazing at this place.
"After all, he is a top player, so he must have his own strengths. I think even though there are many falsehoods and political elements in the mythology, there are at least some good points." Eli showed a delicate smile: "Using some skills, I have read all 832 mythological books in existence. If you are interested, Miss Mizushima, it doesn't matter if I say more. Judging from the text, it was really a very grand and sacred era."
"No." Mizushima Kawase refused. They were not friends, and who knew if Eli would tell a false story to lure her.
At this time, Agnes walked in. She was wearing a long robe with wide sleeves, a tight corset embroidered with scarlet and gold thread around her waist, and a waist ornament decorated with long feathers. She should be from the medieval world line.
But when Agnes saw Mizushima Kawaseong, her face was full of disgust: "Why are you looking at me? You murderer."
Mizushima Kawaseong raised his eyebrows. These people still don't know the truth about the ten thousand world lines. It seems that in Agnes' world line, Su Ming'an was killed. Anyway, the real Su Ming'an must still be alive, otherwise he would not be on the list of participants.
Then, Zhang Daoxuan, Lu Meng, Alger, and Xue Qixia came in one after another. Zhang Daoxuan was relatively calm, after all, he was born in ancient martial arts, and stood on the side of Mizushima Kawaseong. Lu Meng, however, glared at Mizushima Kawaseong fiercely, and it was obvious that she was not in a good mood. Alger had a calm expression, even though he was a member of the Peak Alliance, he had no feelings for Su Mingan.
Judging from their attitude, it is obvious that Su Mingan also died in their world line.
At this time, the seven people gathered together and found that their attire was very different. Zhang Daoxuan was wearing an oriental robe with a Taoist style. Lu Meng was wearing a laser tights. Alger was wearing armor and pipes, and heavy iron chains and mechanical parts penetrated his shoulders and arms.
Now, the seven people looked at each other and finally realized that they were living in a different era.
"——Wait, I think I understand..." Eli looked at Alger and quickly realized, "In other words, we were not in the same world line from the beginning to the end? All the players I met before were fake?"
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