franphil Chapter 209 An Unforgettable Photograph
Chapter 209 An Unforgettable Photograph
Chapter 209 An Unforgettable Photograph
The blood-stained black iron banner stood there, seemingly symbolizing the iron and desolation of the battlefield.
"What is this now?"
Klein was speechless. It was something he couldn't understand. It wasn't a statue, a holy emblem, or a coat of arms. It was just a tattered flag that looked like it had been taken from the battlefield, with a black crown still faintly visible on it.
What are they worshipping?
Soldiers who died on the battlefield?
That's why it wasn't placed alongside the statues of those gods?
He couldn't understand it, but the flag seemed to possess some kind of invisible attraction; it seemed to represent everything that men desire: power.
Conquest, power, fire... these inspire a deep-seated desire and a following.
Klein took two steps forward, and just as he was about to get close to the flag, he suddenly realized that the flag was broken. Its flagpole had been cut off by something and was only barely pieced together, and its inexplicable attraction had also weakened considerably.
Klein simply admired the flag as if it were an artifact.
"If it's a flag from the Fourth Age, how come it hasn't rotted after all this time?"
"What material is this flag made of?"
Upon closer inspection, Klein discovered that there were words on the flag, not just text, but also various intricate patterns, designs, and symbols stacked together to form "words." He only glanced at them, and his spiritual energy was severely depleted, as if he could see a rich red color through these words.
Stare!
Taking a few steps back, Klein clutched his throbbing temples, memorizing the two most frequently mentioned ancient Fussac terms:
"Tudor?"
Tudor? Is this the flag of the Tudor dynasty? Isn't it the flag from the Solomon Empire?
This feeling of difficulty in reading gave him the experience of uncompressing a compressed file with his own brain.
This place seems a bit eerie.
Klein quickly retreated to the door, leaped through the flames, and used a few tools to teleport out.
Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief after he had completely retreated. When he bent down to pick up the lantern that was lying on the ground, he was surprised to find that his shadow was gone. A chill immediately ran down his spine, but fortunately it was just a momentary lapse, and his shadow reappeared.
The shadow only appeared dim due to the angle; it didn't actually disappear.
Having been startled like this, Klein, who was not particularly brave to begin with, felt uneasy all over. He relaxed, took a deep breath, and hurriedly ran away.
He's stupid; if he can't recognize those things, he can't recognize them.
Now, there are so many channels available through Tarot readings. Besides Mr. Angel, Ms. Magician can also contact the Abraham family.
Why not just ask at the Tarot Club if you have any questions?
As he approached the exit, Klein slowed his pace, and his expression returned to calm and professional.
When Miller Carter saw Klein come out, he quickly asked:
"Detective Moriarty, what's going on inside?"
"Snakes, so many snakes, and there have been collapses in many places."
"Mr. Carter, believe me, it's not a good idea to rush in. You might accidentally step on a poisonous snake if you turn your head. Even I need to prepare professional tools before I can start the second exploration."
"I suggest temporarily closing this passage and then finding professionals to resolve the issue."
Klein concealed everything he saw inside.
With his keen intuition, he didn't think it would be a good thing for the contents to be exposed.
What if the Church of the True God helps by performing a powerful memory erasure technique?
"Detective, do you know anyone in this field?"
The old gentleman frowned slightly; he had no idea what a snake-catching team was.
"Snakes are generally more benign during this season. I will find someone to work with to handle these matters together."
Klein's gaze was very persuasive, and Miller Carter agreed to temporarily close the underground passage.
But in the land abandoned by God.
The little boy Jack, who was hiding in the shadows, was heard by Lovia's "listening" and was immediately picked up and brought out.
Although encountering the cycle of fate is a bit of a hurdle, for believers of the true Creator, it is simply a matter of lacking a suitable opportunity to gradually reveal the solution to the problem to Colin, the chief elder of Silver City.
Derrick was also observing the brand-new murals.
Ancient, weathered, and somber... yet striking enough.
With a casual glance, he noticed a pure white cross on the mural to his left, surrounded by black seawater and submerged humans with their arms outstretched helplessly.
The "cross" depicts the true Creator hanging upside down, nailed to the cross, his body undergoing black corrosion, even the pure white cross behind him is stained black, and countless humans in the distance are kneeling and praying.
Around the mural, in the depths of darkness, lurked seven figures that resembled evil gods.
In the upper left corner is a woman in classic black, surrounded by swirling darkness, with eerie eyes appearing and disappearing.
Directly above is a man dressed in a pure white robe, his face painted gold with golden tendrils extending from it. He holds a decaying green book and a radiant spear in his hands, and his chest and back have been switched places.
In the upper right corner is an octopus-headed monster holding a trident, with wide-open eyes, surrounded by waves, with countless feathers twisted into wings, and deformed feet. It is the ugliest creature in the entire mural.
In the lower right corner is a plump and beautiful woman with her breasts bulging high and exposed outside her clothes. She holds a baby with a rotting face in her arms. At her feet are black ears of wheat with mouthparts, springs spewing writhing chunks of flesh, pus-sucking herbs, and animals mating wildly.
Beside her stood a male elf with a perfect face, carrying a thin scroll. On the scroll, various pieces of flesh were scattered, a scene of gruesome bloodshed. One could vaguely make out an arm that had been gnawed down to bone, a dried-up, blackened heart, and shattered scalp with strands of hair still attached.
Directly below is an elderly man with a hood and a weathered face, holding a book with an all-knowing eye on it.
The old man looked the most normal, but the smile on his lips became increasingly sinister the more you looked at it.
In the lower left corner is a giant warrior wearing tattered armor, sitting in the earthen courtyard, with a desolate twilight in the background.
The mural likely depicts a great cataclysm, with evil gods emerging from the abyss. The "fallen creator," in an effort to save humanity, endured immense suffering and pain, ultimately succumbing to darkness and undergoing a transformation in appearance.
But the more Derrick the "Sun" looked, the more he felt that the "True Creator" was the greatest evil god, and that the "True Creator" had protected this land and preserved the spark of civilization was a joke.
He then looked at the seven figures that resembled evil gods, and for some reason, he was reminded of the seven gods he had heard about at the Tarot meeting; at least in terms of numbers, they matched perfectly.