Firefly Journey

Inside the pitch-black palace, where it was impossible to see one's own hand in front of one's face, a wind chime tapped at the waist, and a small lamp powered by magic suddenly appeared, illuminating the surroundings.

They seemed to have been prepared; apart from Allen, who was a shadow mage, everyone else had such a lamp. Lin Yuanran felt embarrassed; it seemed that he, as an unofficial member, didn't think as much as the regular group.

"Follow me." Just as Lin Yuanran was lost in thought, Feng Ling noticed his predicament and said.

"it is good!"

Several people held lanterns and shone them to both sides. The interior of the palace was not as spacious as it appeared from the outside. The distance between the left and right sides was no more than five meters, making it more like a passageway.

The idea of ​​a tomb passage immediately came to Lin Yuanran's mind.

The light shone on the wall, which was covered with strange drawings, mostly human figures in various poses.

“Why does it feel…more like the tomb of royalty?” Fway said, looking at the patterns on the wall.

Feng Ling approached and slowly observed the scene with a small lamp in hand. Lin Yuanran followed closely behind, afraid of getting lost.

After looking for about ten meters, Fengling stopped and said to everyone, "This style of clothing matches the architectural style of the palace perfectly; they both come from a thousand years ago."

"That's really creepy!" Lin Yuanran exclaimed.

Fway smiled. It's normal for a small-town boy to instinctively feel afraid when he encounters something beyond his understanding.

"You find that disgusting? Let me tell you, once when Paninger and I were on a mission assigned by the academy in the eastern suburbs of Ibiza, we encountered a rat the size of an adult. It was covered in some grayish, unidentified liquid, swarming with flies, and the stench was overwhelming..."

"Shut up!" Paninger couldn't take it anymore; she really didn't want to recall that experience. "You've used all your skills to disgust people!"

Behind the St. Louis students, the superhumans who were a step behind finally arrived, and all sorts of lighting methods came together, instantly making the dim palace very bright.

These lights illuminated the mural, which was about ten meters long, and only then did Fengling see a complete painting.

"The painting appears to depict some kind of ritual."

“You’re right, little girl.” Hida stepped out from the crowd, her expression approving.

"From what you're saying, you know about this kind of ritual?" Wind Chime asked.

“Not bad.” Hida nodded, generously sharing: “The sacrificial ritual.”

Upon hearing this, any extraordinary person present with a bit of knowledge had a strange glint in their eyes.

Some special oracles are more effective when cast with the aid of rituals, and sacrificial rituals are the cruelest of all magical rituals.

As the name suggests, sacrifice naturally involves offering sacrifices to the deity one believes in, pleasing Him, and thus obtaining His protection.

There are no records of sacrificial rituals in the divine pronouncements left by the seven ancestral gods and some orthodox deities, because as benevolent gods, they would never allow believers to do such a thing.

Evil gods are different. They are capable of anything for their own benefit, which is one of the reasons why they are called evil gods.

Could it be... that Krumbo is a hidden evil god?

Or perhaps, He worshipped an evil god during His lifetime?

“From this painting, we can’t tell what the offerings are, so it’s hard to determine what kind of oracle it is,” Hidaya said.

Fengling is only sixteen years old this year. Even though she has read many extraordinary books, she is still relatively unfamiliar with sacrificial rituals and cannot deduce anything from the murals.

“Since we’re already here, let’s continue exploring,” Wind Chime said. “However, I suggest we all go together.”

When the safety ahead is uncertain, sticking together for mutual support is a wise decision.

"I...I'm willing to be with everyone."

"Me too, this mural is so eerie!"

"Giants are not afraid of any demons or monsters. I'm with you because I'm afraid something will happen to you. Yes, I'm afraid something will happen to you."

Wind Chime's suggestion was unanimously agreed upon; it was too dangerous to be alone in such a place!

Standing at the edge of the crowd, Orlando remained indifferent, neither speaking nor objecting, but judging from his actions alongside the others, he seemed to have tacitly agreed.

His gaze occasionally swept across the crowd, lingering on a few students from St. Louis. There was no other way; Cassius had resorted to both threats and inducements, and he had sworn an oath to the God of War to do everything in his power to ensure their safety.

Born into an aristocratic family and raised in luxury, Finne Roberts had never seen anything like this before. She suddenly realized that it wasn't a bad thing that everyone had come along. If it were just her and her brother here, their fear would probably be a hundred times stronger.

"Let's go then." Fengling, carrying the small lantern, continued walking forward.

If you don't understand the sacrificial ceremony, so be it. It won't affect the trip. Besides, murals have always been used for recording, so we can't arbitrarily conclude that Krumbo is an evil god based on this. What if he just wanted to record the dark side of society at that time?

Under the lights of the main force, Lin Yuanran still didn't stray too far from Feng Ling. Firstly, he was afraid that something might happen. He knew Feng Ling's strength, and it was always good to stick with her.

Secondly, to be fair, wind chimes seem to possess a certain magic that makes people easily develop a liking for them; beauty truly is a passport that sweeps away everything.

The murals weren't very long. After walking another thirty or forty meters, they were no longer on the wall, leaving only peeling paint.

The dark passage seemed endless, with no limit. After leaving the mural area, the group had been advancing for over an hour, but still hadn't reached the end.

Some people recalled the scene outside the palace. It looked magnificent and grand, but the area was not this large, was it?

"Are we... stuck in a vicious cycle? Like a maze?" someone analyzed.

"Impossible." Steve's answer was resolute. As a scientific researcher, he had a delicate heart beneath his rugged exterior.

"From the moment I entered, I left a mark, and there was no repeating the same path."

Mechanical Wings was known for its meticulousness, and after hearing his explanation, the skeptic believed him.

The expansion of the internal space was likely Krumbo's protective measure, intended to better isolate outsiders. Unfortunately, he was ultimately a god of low divine status and could not completely prevent outsiders from entering.

It should be known that after the fall of the seven ancestral gods, there were also divine ruins. However, even now, let alone exploring them, people don't even know where their divine ruins are!

"Ahead, I sensed the presence of light," Allen, who was at the front, suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, everyone was overjoyed. Did this mean that this damned, dark journey was finally over?

"Finally finished..." Lin Yuanran thought to himself. Cassius's willingness to let his people come in to explore meant that he had known beforehand that the danger level here was extremely low.

No parent would put their child in the eye of an obvious storm.

To be honest, nothing strange has happened since we came in, apart from the mysterious murals. Most of the time, we've just scared ourselves.

Could the place Allen sensed be... Krumbo's collection room?

Thinking of this, Lin Yuanran rubbed his hands together expectantly.