Chapter 148 (1/2)

In the middle of a small hall is a metal plate with square sides and 20 feet in length.

Around the hall, more than a dozen palace knights, dressed in full armor and without any flesh on their bodies, were dressed in large bloody shawls with black Hydra sword shield and thorn wreath emblazoned on them, standing there like sculptures.

Marguerite III strode to the metal plate, and Mata XIII followed her silently like a shadow.

Hamden and a dozen other important officials carefully stepped onto the metal plate. The expressions of several ministers in military uniform were normal, while those in civilian clothes had become ugly.

Marguerite III stomped heavily and made a few strange shouts.

Hum!

The light of the firefly flickered out of the hall.

The metal plate moved like water waves, and Margaret III and others quickly sank into the metal plate.

The next moment, Margaret III and others came to a fully enclosed hall.

The square hall space is about a mile long, a third wide and more than half a mile high.

On the four walls of the main hall, a hundred feet above the ground, a semicircular platform protrudes from the wall, on which stands a giant statue nearly a thousand feet high.

These statues are human or animal head, or animal body human head, or human body bird head, or bird body human animal, or pure birds walking, ORC standing, or some terrorist existence completely different from human beings.

All the statues were black, with gold streaks in some places.

On these statues, there are magic circles composed of strange patterns and symbols the size of thumbs. A layer of strong ancient flavor gushes out from these magic circles, which makes people feel inexplicable. Just standing in this hall, you are aging and decaying rapidly.

Under the semicircular platform erected by each statue, on the wall, there is a square gate nearly 100 feet high.

All the doors are open to each other. The whole body is dark and made of metal. The silver lines are engraved on the doors, which give out a light silver light. These silver lights shone from the gate, shining hundreds of feet, illuminating the whole hall.

The silver light against those statues of the ancient breath, let people calm down, let people cool, greatly weaken the kind of rapid aging, decaying distorted feeling.

”This way, your majesty!” A hoarse, old voice came from a corner of the hall: ”Your Highness are preparing. We will start soon. There's a little bit of trouble this time. The appetite of that person is a little bit selective

His face was covered with wrinkles, his bald head was covered with brown spots, and he was only five feet tall. His whole body was wrapped in an excessively loose black robe. The rickety old man slowly walked out of a door in a corner of the hall, waving to Marguerite III.