Chapter 79: The Painting in the Burial Hall

Chapter 79: The Painting in the Burial Hall

After passing through the doorway and entering the underground region, not a single trace of natural light remained before Klein’s and Alger’s eyes. The ceiling here was quite intact, lacking openings, so the crimson moonlight piercing through the fog could not shine in.

Alger immediately raised the lantern in his hand a little higher, dying the wide corridor before them—one whose end could not be seen—with an obvious dim yellow.

With one glance, Klein discovered at least six stone statues. There were men and women among them, their entire bodies gray-white, even their clothes seeming as though they had been carved from stone.

Among these statues were elves, giants, and humans whose style leaned ancient. Aside from the fact that their expressions were all frozen in pain and despair, they shared no similarities.

Being stared at by them in that way, their eyeballs unmoving, and recalling that they might once have been living beings, Klein felt a chill run down his spine. He had the feeling that in the depths of the corridor, in the place ruled by darkness, some terrifying monster had already opened its mouth and was waiting for the two of them to voluntarily walk into its belly.

Restraining the fluctuations in their emotions, neither Klein nor Alger spoke. They passed between the gray-white statues with twisted faces, moving forward step by step.

After walking for more than ten seconds, thanks to the lantern’s glow, Klein did not need to borrow the Wraith Senor’s night vision to see the murals on the walls to both sides. They were broken, dim, and faded.

Among them, several were relatively intact, allowing one to distinguish what they depicted. Their main subjects were, without question, the enormous cross shrouded in layers of radiance, and the majestic figure standing before it.

This blurred yet solemn figure either faced a flood that had drowned city-states and risen halfway up the mountainside, or stepped upon earth split into countless pieces, or looked up toward the starry sky, staring at one mad, wicked eye after another that peered out from the deep darkness.

Images of the ancient Sun God saving the world when doomsday arrived? These are somewhat similar to the murals little Sun and the others discovered inside the True Creator’s temple… Or perhaps this is a case of both sides borrowing from each other, neither side abandoning efforts in this area, because either way they must emphasize that they were once the savior and the deity most worthy of faith…

Klein’s gaze moved quickly across the walls while his own body slowly entered the corridor’s depths.

Alger was also observing the broken murals. Suddenly, he lowered his voice and spoke in a deep tone.

“I suspect the True Creator—the Fallen Creator—borrowed from these contents in His description of Himself.”

As expected, everyone’s view is the same…

Klein let the Death Knell revolver hang diagonally downward and smiled.

“If we see something related to the True Creator ahead, I would not find it surprising.”

“He very likely has some kind of connection to the Creator worshiped by the City of Silver,” Alger said, agreeing with Gehrman Sparrow’s judgment.

The two continued forward, doing their best to lighten their footsteps. Yet even so, faint echoes still rose around them, rippling into the distance in that extremely quiet atmosphere.

Just then, Klein’s spiritual intuition stirred. He immediately took two steps forward, blocking Alger and covering most of the lantern light.

Less than two seconds later, he heard muffled sounds approach from far away.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The ground trembled faintly, the shaking becoming more and more distinct. Then, Klein saw a nearly four-meter-tall figure walk out from the darkness ahead.

Its entire body was similarly gray-white. Its surface was carved with scale-like patterns. A pair of sharp goat horns grew from its head, while its mouth resembled that of a hound, revealing…