Chapter 148

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.

Marguerite III strode past with the crowd. She came to the bald old man and looked down at the old man's wrinkled, wrinkled face. She frowned and said, "Lord medega, you Maybe it's about retirement. "

"Your Majesty, I am used to it." Medega looked up, coughed twice, and said with a soft smile, "I'm used to this place I feel safe here. And maybe... "

Marguerite looked at the Empire and laughed again.

Marguerite III shook her head slightly and said in a deep voice, "then, keep your guard here. By next year, your Hamden will shut up.

He lowered his head, and his eyes twinkled in his sunken eyes. He secretly swore that some people in the intelligence headquarters would not let them get better this time.

"You have to give me first-hand information on the front line!" Margaret III said coldly, "only first-hand information is the most real Dear sallian and Conrad, are you ready

In the small silver hall, there is an old pine desk in the middle.

The black painted pine desk is dilapidated and could break down at any time.

On the dusty desk with most of the paint off, there is an old mechanical typewriter.

Some of the servants behind Marguerite III looked at the typewriter carelessly, and they suddenly felt cold. Then they heard the crazy typing sound of "dada, dada, daddada" in their minds.

Then, their skin quickly emerged one by one four square characters, their skin is like a huge typing paper, invisible typing keys crazy hit their bodies, leaving a string of twisted, strange, illogical words on their bodies.

"What happens when an apple hits the head? Can man fly to heaven? ""Steam, steam, great steam, you make so many mothers cry."

"Sheep, sheep, lovely white wool, sheep are eating people, eating people!"

"One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain and hit the mouse. The mouse didn't hit it, but the little tiger..."

Strange words, twisted logic, and obscure words, several successful ministers screamed, and large bruises appeared under their skin, as if they had been beaten with a heavy hammer.

"Well, my dear fanatical typewriter, you are full and ready to work. Let go of my subjects, or I will let you face the majesty of Hellinger

Margaret III let out a roar.

The typewriter, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly began to tap automatically.

A line of blood colored words appeared in the air above the typewriter: "no, I want to try what the blood of nobility tastes like Have a bowl of Duke's blood, I'll start to work at once

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