Chapter 452 History in Mist and Mist in History

Chapter 452 – History in the Mists and Mists in History

The team moved forward in the darkness, the ghostly spirit fire transformed into a path, outlining the traces left behind by going all the way deeper into this cave, and the light of the lifting lamps and the spirit fire in turn mirrored the path ahead, making it barely possible to discern the surrounding situation.

And along the way, Duncan and his party saw the most things, is boiling gold.

The high purity of boiling gold made up every part of the terrain in this cave, with layers and layers of dense rock forming a solid spherical shell structure, and a large amount of loose ore scattered at the bottom of the pit, the amount of which was hard to estimate.

These ores were the foundation of modern industry, the lifeblood of Frost – yet their presence here only made the atmosphere feel more and more eerie.

However, Duncan did not care about this weird atmosphere – he is a pragmatic person, the ancient gods or not put on the second, boiling gold can be used is good, even if these boiling gold is really the “product” of the Profound Holy Lord, he does not mind to use it.

It can even be said that if he was the consul of the city state, the only thing he would consider at this time is the feasibility of opening a branch mine in the Profound Deep Sea, as well as formulating a sustainable mining program for the Profound Holy Lord.

However, he didn’t voice out these thoughts of his.

After all, to an ordinary person like Agatha, this kind of development idea might be a bit extreme.

Duncan’s mind was spinning with all sorts of thoughts, but just then, a hazy shadow that appeared at the end of his field of vision made him stop abruptly.

Immediately after the others also stopped, Maurice seemed to have seen something as well, and said while raising his carrying lamp to illuminate the surroundings, “There seems to be something up ahead.”

In the limited light released by the lamp and the spirit fire, a huge shadow emerged from the depths of the boundless darkness of the cave, which seemed to be a pillar standing in the distance, or the trunk of a heavenly tree, the upper part of which in turn spread out vaguely, as if there were some branching structures all the way into the darkness.

Despite not being able to see it clearly, even with just that hazy silhouette, Agatha could feel the enormity of that thing – like a giant pillar that could support an entire mountain, and constantly exuding an extremely oppressive aura even from a far distance away.

Vanna gripped the giant sword in her hand tightly and warned the crowd, “Advance with caution.”

The group continued to move forward in the darkness, and as the distance continued to get closer, the shadowy shadow also became clearer in the eyes of the group.

Huge, church tower-like “pillars” stood in the center of the large hollow, under the light of the lamps presented a shocking posture!
“The eye of wisdom ah ……”

Maurice subconsciously let out a cry of surprise, the lamp in his hand shook, he stared at the pillar with wide eyes, and saw that its dark skin was bumpy and rough, as if it were the tentacles of some deep-sea creatures that had been enlarged countless times, and its lower part was buried deep in the ground, surrounded by a large number of wrinkled and broken rocks, as if it had grown out of the sea water under the city-state, and had brazenly penetrated through the island’s chassis, and its upper part extended all the way up to the top of his head. part of it extended all the way to the endless darkness overhead, and in the darkness it split into some tiny, hazy forks, such as a strange giant tree, growing sinuously in this unknown deep darkness, and dying quietly.

Its scale is so large that the light of the lamp is simply impossible to illuminate the entire pillar – even a small part of its front is very difficult, Morris can see only a part of the rough skin of the lamp’s light to the light, and those more massive, more hazy structure, is by the surrounding spread out of the ghost of the green fire reflected, and the green fire, and the green fire can not even be seen, and the darkness of the tree, the darkness of the darkness of the darkness of the darkness of the darkness of the darkness of the darkness of the darkness of the darkness of the darkness. As for those parts …… that even the green fire could not illuminate, he could only rely on his imagination, struggling to distinguish in those extremely vague shadows.

This scene, even the usual careless eyes of the doll lady were deeply shocked.

Alice tilted her head up, and then two hands hold the head forcefully pulled down, “Boo child” sound pulled down the head, she held up her head to look up, found that still can not see clearly, and then vigorously thrown up – thrown several times in a row, and finally fumbled to put the head. before finally fumbling to hold her head back down to her neck and continuing to tilt her head back in disbelief, “Wow ……”

Vanna, for her part, craned her head to look at Alice, “…… Wow.”

“What is this thing?” Maurice’s entire attention was on the spectacular yet ghastly pillar, he couldn’t help but take two steps forward and carefully touch the latter’s pitted surface – a cold, rough, rock-like touch came from his fingertips, “It feels like stone, but looks like some kind of ……”

“Some sort of giant limb,” Duncan said, tilting his head and looking at the upper part of the pillar for a few seconds before speaking softly, “It seems to be what’s holding up the whole cavern.”

“So that’s the real reason the cave hasn’t collapsed ……,” Maurice murmured, moving over to the pillar and scrutinizing its surface by the light, “Judging by the texture, it’s also kind of like raw boiling gold ore, but then again not quite like any of the raw ores mentioned in the books …… seems to be mixed with impurities.”

“Bold point of conjecture, perhaps this is part of a limb of the Psi-Holy Lord,” Duncan said casually, “which extended into the city-state and was then burned to stone here.”

There was a momentary silence, and it was several seconds before Vanna broke the silence with a twitch of her mouth, “That sounds, well, a bit scary ……”

“Scary, but highly likely – and the reason I just added ‘perhaps’ was just to take care of your emotions,” Duncan shook his head, “Don’t forget , my flame was once spread here, and although the situation was too chaotic to perceive it in detail, I remember …… something here that was very resistant to burning.”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and reached out his hand to touch the rough, rock-like surface of the massive pillar.

On the other hand, Agatha also groped her way to the vicinity of the “giant pillar”. Everything in her “field of vision” was still shaking, disturbed by some kind of resonance power, and the empty cave appeared to her as a strange place filled with chaotic ripples, but even in the midst of this boundless disturbance, she could clearly “see” the pillar in front of her. But even in the midst of this boundless interference, she clearly “saw” the “pillar” in front of her.

A vague attraction was driving her closer.

Agatha carefully reached out her hand and caressed the pillar, her fingers moving over the cold surface as if she were flipping through a book carved out of rock, reading the …… memories that remained in the stone.

A few dents caught her attention.

She felt over the top of those indentations, sketching their outlines in her mind, and she placed her palm in the indentation, realizing that each of her fingers fit just right into it with a tight fit.

Those were palm prints.

After a momentary moment of dismay, she reached out with her other hand, following the unexplained guidance in her mind as she groped around, finding another palm print.

It was as if a bit of delicate ash remained in the palm print.

Agatha stopped abruptly, subconsciously wanting to turn her head to tell Duncan about her discovery, yet in the next instant, she realized that many streaks of encircling light and shadows suddenly surfaced in her dark and chaotic vision.

Memories surfaced in her mind, singular yet real emotions mingled amongst those memories, and countless bits of intelligence flooded into her mind – information that seemed to have slumbered in Agatha’s mind from the very beginning, as if it had been her own personal experience, and which had awakened violently in the back of her mind the moment she had touched those two palm prints!
A Quest in the Darkness …… A Crippling Encounter with Consul Winston …… The Reality of the Subterranean Plan …… The Preparation of Successive Consuls… …the power of the Ancient Gods that invaded the city-states, the thoughts of the Ancient Gods that strayed between illusion and reality, and ……

It’s a forgery.

“Ah…”

Agatha suddenly let out a soft cry, followed by an unsteady foot, nearly falling down.

But a hand reached from the side and held her up just in time, and Duncan’s voice then sounded in the darkness, “What’s wrong?”

Agatha was in a trance for a moment before she came to her senses, and immediately realized those new pieces of information added to her mind, she hurriedly stood up and stabilized her body, and her words flew, “I’ve come into contact with some memories …… that ‘she’ left behind s!”

“‘She’ left behind?” Duncan frowned, immediately realizing the meaning of the other’s words, “It’s that replicant? Her memories remain here?”

“Yes, listen to me, it’s important – she met Consul Winston here and learned the truth related to the Subterranean Program ……”

Agatha spoke rapidly, as if she was afraid that she would forget the fragments of memory that suddenly flooded into her mind in the next second, pouring out what she had just seen and heard in a brainwave almost without stopping for a moment, not caring whether the people around her had time to react or not, from the Consul’s last words to the source of the Frost Queen’s obsession back then, as well as the last, and the strongest, strand of her intention- The last and strongest thought – the most persistent thought that “she” had left before disappearing.

The key message that “she” wanted to pass down – the “Ancient God” that invaded the Frost City State – was a fake.

It was a copy of the Holy Lord of the Profound.

Everyone was quiet, and no matter how strange and frightening what Agatha was saying was, no one interrupted her.

It wasn’t until Agatha finished the last word and the scene was quiet for another ten seconds or so that Morris was the first to break the silence.

“…… History in the mist and history in the mist ah ……”

This old scholar couldn’t help but sigh so.

On the other hand, Duncan’s eyes have fallen on that huge “pillar”.

His eyes were unprecedentedly heavy.

(End of chapter)