A breathless man sat in the corner at the end of the banquet hall, his whole body covered in black robes, almost blending into the dark environment around him, and there was no decoration on the plain black robe, which made people completely unthinkable that this would be one of the supreme leaders of the Demon Hunter Organization. His face was covered with a strange mask, as lifelike as the golden masks of the ancient Egyptian pharaohs, but made of black metal, with a stern facial features outlined on it, if correct, this is what the saint looked like before he was corrupted by forbidden knowledge.

Tutin recognized the other man's mask as soon as he saw it, and he exclaimed in a low voice, "Saint Bedolius......"

This is the Sage Bedolis-Hao Ren They have been tossing and turning in this Colpers space for so long, and it is not easy to break through the defenses of the Elder Order, and it is not easy to go deep into the Spirit Clock Tower, and finally meet the first Demon Hunter Sage, but in this case.

Bedolis's breath was completely devoid, and after a simple scan of the data terminal, it was determined that he was lifeless. Hao Ren carefully reached out and grabbed the edge of Bedolis's mask, and then slowly removed the layer of metal.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

There is no meat under the mask at all. Body, not even any physical matter, a cloud of gray-white smoke slowly swirled through Bedolis's robes, and there was not a single trace of anything in the smoke that could be considered a "core" or "skeleton". As the masks were lifted, the smoke seemed to lose its restraints, and they immediately scrambled to escape in all directions, running away almost in the blink of an eye, and Bedolis's black robe fell to the ground.

"Dead...... Hao Ren only had a strange black iron mask left in his hand. And it's gone. ”

"Did they become this 'fog' form in the first place? Or did it mutate like this because of the dead corpse? Vivien turned to Tutten and felt that the question was important. Perhaps the cause of Bedolis' death could be deduced.

"Ever since the saints put on their masks, no one has ever seen them in their true faces." Tuttain's expression was strange, as if he could not believe that a saint had been destroyed in such a way, "but it is certain that they still had a form when they put on their masks - though the form has been distorted beyond words." ”

"Then suppose some horrible way of dying turned Bedolis's body into smoke," Vivien frowned, "Can you tell the time of death?" ”

The data terminal circled around the clothing left behind by Bedolis: "The time of death cannot be determined, but judging by the dust deposited on the clothing and the density of dust suspended in the surrounding environment, he came here about eight days ago and stopped moving." ”

"Eight days?!" Hao Ren suddenly remembered the dusty tables he had seen on the floor below, and the strange speed of time in the Spirit Realm Clock Tower caught his attention again. Because the Spirit Clock Tower had been in contact with the outside world until yesterday, and there was evidence that the saints were personally directing the front line defenses, but Bedolis had died here eight days earlier, "The speed of time here is very wrong. ”

"This problem has also been found in this machine, but the time flow rate is normal at the moment," the data terminal has obviously measured this data, "just now the machine and the data network have been calibrated, and the relative time distortion is confirmed to be zero. ”

"But the plane here must not have been normal before...... And it's not very normal until now," Hao Ren straightened up. Looking at the faded and otherworldly banquet hall, "The flow of time has indeed returned. Maybe it was restored after we entered the clock tower. ”

Elizabeth had been walking around, the little girl's eyes glittering in the darkness with a red glow unique to the fire demon, and the quirky little creature seemed to be thinking about something. Finally, she returned to the clothes that Bedoris had left behind: "This man is one of the supreme leaders of the witchers, right?" ”

Bai Huo and Tutan nodded in unison: "That's right." ”

"Then how could such a big man die alone in this hall?" Elizabeth pointed to the "remains" of Bedolis. "What is he doing here?"

Elizabeth's words reminded everyone present that the Thirteen Saints had lived in seclusion in the depths of the Spirit Clock Tower for thousands of years, and not only did they never leave the Clock Tower, but they rarely even left their respective floors and chambers. They only show up when they organize events like the Holy Demon Society or the Mentoring Society, and they only gather demon hunters in certain places - so why did Bedolis die in such a banquet hall that no matter how you look like the saint's hermitage?

"What is this hall for?" Vivien asked curiously.

Tutin spread his hands: "It's just an ordinary ball hall. We usually gather here to relax, but the saints really never come to this place - because they can't interact with too many people. The people who meet with them must be carefully chosen. ”

Lily muttered casually, "How do you feel that these saints are infected with the plague, and they are in a posture of going wherever they go." ”

"Forbidden knowledge is inherently no different from the plague," Tutain shook his head slightly, "the wisdom that is not of this world, not even of mortals, distorts reality, and it lures the ignorant to understand the darkest and grotesque world, and the deeper they understand, the more they fall into that world, and those who are completely trapped in it become strange creatures in the real world." At the end of the day, there are things that we shouldn't be aware of, and our weak brain nerves simply can't bear them—the knowledge that the saints voluntarily absorbed in order to defeat the alien gods of antiquity, and they paid a great price for it. ”

While the rest of the people at the scene were more or less incomprehensible when they heard these obscure descriptions, Hao Ren was deeply impressed by Tutain's words, and he understood them even more deeply than Tutanin's: because he had really come into contact with those things, with those mysteries beyond mortal experience, which can distort mortals into monsters just by looking at them.

Raven 12345 once took him to look down on the entire universe from an extradimensional perspective, seeing all the corners of a billion-of-a-million light years in an instant, and he also entered the spiritual world of the brain monster and the dream of the eldest son, every thought of those demigod creations was enough to burn the brain of any mortal to charcoal, in addition, even reading the thoughts of ordinary exotic races would cause a huge burden on the flesh and blood nerves. If it weren't for the blessing of Raven 12345 and the Pope's physique, which can be regarded as a "divine body", I'm afraid he would be the same as the Thirteen Saints, or even worse.

The Thirteen Saints had forcibly used the brains of demon hunters to learn the knowledge of countless ancient exotic species, and Hao Ren could imagine what they would be distorted into as a result.

"Bedolith must have been battered elsewhere and barely made it to this place," Vivien said to herself, "There are twelve other saints, and I think they're suspicious." ”

Lily was very happy to look around with the fire, as if trying to find evidence of Bedolith's struggle to get there, but she found something else: "Look, there's a word on the wall over here!" ”

As soon as Hao Ren heard this, he hurried over to check the situation, and he saw that not far from the place where Bedolis fell, there was indeed a line of crooked text engraved on the wall, and the signs of distorted handwriting seemed to show how weak the person who left the message was at that time, and the message was only one sentence:

"We unleashed the monster from the nightmare, and it's right at the top of the tower."

"Stayed by Bedolis?" Vivien asked Tuttenin.

Tutain made it carefully: "Although it is difficult to recognize...... But it is indeed the handwriting of the saint of Bedolius. ”

"Monsters in nightmares?" Hao Ren had a bad premonition, and when he thought of the true nature of this Colpers space, this bad premonition became even worse, "...... Damn chicken, don't have anything to do with the true god about this, I'm just a few days away from the year-end bonus. ”

At that moment, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall, and it sounded like there were a lot of people.

Everyone subconsciously nervous, and Izax waved his hand: "It's the follow-up troops who are following." ”

Sure enough, walking in from the door of the hall were the commanders of the "Normal Demon Hunters", a part of the Demon King Army officers led by La Nina, and the elite soldiers of the two coalition forces.

It was a great feeling to see friendly troops in this eerie place, and even Tutankin, who had always had a straight face, breathed a sigh of relief. La Niña walked briskly over to Itzax, "King, sorry for the delay - the fellows of the Order have detonated the last of the defenses, causing a little trouble with the spatial turbulence. ”

Then she waved her hand to the subordinates behind her, and the warriors of the Demon King's Army immediately dodged, and a demon hunter of the Order stepped forward under the escort of three elven magisters, it was the same Claude who had been captured earlier.

Hao Ren was a little surprised: "He is ...... Can you communicate? ”

La Niña nodded: "I don't know why, but he seems to have suddenly sobered up." (To be continued.) )