Through the observation window of the shield, Koran found that the light source was about fifty meters ahead. He took a deep breath and leaned over step by step with a huge shield like an old Roman heavy infantry.
In the white light is one orange metal bar after another-Kelan certainly knows what this is. In the old era, the synonym of "gold bar" and "wealth" was superior to all currencies, the ultimate hard currency. Even in this era, gold, an important and scarce industrial material, still has a very high circulation value.
"What gold bars will appear here …" Kelan’s heart was full of doubts, but soon his doubts turned into consternation.
The gold bar disappear, and a lithe and graceful carcass appear in that white light-although the owner’s face was hidden in the white light, Kelan recognized her identity.
Chapter six hundred and thirty-three Beta clone
This is Zofija SOMA’s body.
He is really familiar with this "thrilling" body Kelan.
He has touched every inch of the body, and it is hard to erase it from his memory after going through it once … Looking at this familiar carcass, he suddenly felt a little thirsty and couldn’t help but have an impulse to go forward and hold it in his arms.
But the reason is constantly awake. Kelan, these are all false theories. Is it just a mountain of gold bars or is this beautiful body now? These are all illusions extracted from his memory.
"Is this … tempting me?"
In a second, Zofija’s body disappeared and was replaced by a huge round table-Kelan noticed that there were 22 Gothic chairs with towering backs and exquisite carvings on the edge of the round table, and all of them were seated, but from Kelan’s point of view, these "people" all looked like shadows, not to mention their looks, and even their shapes and clothes were not real.
There is the chair nearest to him that is sitting.
This is the only chair at the round table, and it is placed backwards. The chair face is facing him, just like inviting him.
"Empty position to stay …"
Koran quickly reacted. Twenty-two chairs correspond to twenty-two Daakana cards from No.1 to No.21 … Sitting next to this round table is none other than twenty-two members of the Immortal Crew Association.
That chair should have belonged to the fifth "Pope" Chiron, but now …
"…" Kelan didn’t go forward in situ. He knew very well what these visions symbolized … wealth, love (or sensuality), power … These visions revealed that all people who had the most naked desires in the human soul had desires, even those extraordinary saints.
The world simply doesn’t want to ask for help … even the most basic desire for survival can be regarded as a desire.
Desire is not a shameful thing. Modern society naturally does not classify normal negative emotions of human beings into the "seven deadly sins" like the ancient Holy See. In many cases, desire can be a surging driving force-human literature can continuously develop and play a key role in desire … A race without desire cannot create brilliant literature.
But let Ke Lanfa understand what these images will appear in this room. Yes, temptation. Go ahead?
This is a trap?
But Kelan’s reason is sober-not only is he a person who has been caught in this strange place, but he can also tell that these things are illusory. It is impossible for a little brain person to be … What’s more, when this person has the ability to reset, why do you need bait and trap that low-level means?
"I really like money and beauty … the bigger the better … but it’s also limited to liking it. There is no desire to lose your mind when it expires …" Kelan believes that even if these illusions disassemble a blasphemer mecha to put the big man in front of Leighton, it is impossible to foolishly believe it. At most, it’s just a few glances with Harrado.
Yu Kelan himself suddenly found that he really didn’t seem to want anything in particular …
Seems to have heard Kelan’s thoughts, and the round table disappeared, and so did those Gothic high-backed chairs and figures sitting in chairs …
Light-shadow conversion Kelan saw a drop of deep red blood floating in the middle, as crystal clear as a jewel.
"… blood?"
Ke Lan’s brain hasn’t reacted yet, but his blood has already boiled first-no, no, boiling is not his blood, but mixed with it, and that part has not yet condensed into a solid "living armor"!
Not only the living armor in the blood, but also the living armor that has condensed into weapons in vitro shows faint signs of instability.
It is restless and eager … Although the living armor has no self-awareness, Koran can feel the impulse …
I really want to … I really want to swallow that drop of blood …
"What is this?" Kelan canthus jerked a "don’t … that’s a drop of …’ real blood’? ！”
He tried his best to suppress the impulse from the body and even took back the living armor into a shield and pike … He knew that the drop of blood was fake, but his living armor didn’t think so.
Kelan gritted his teeth, but the sticky red liquid kept overflowing from his nasal cavity, ear canal and even the corners of his eyes, and a fishy and sweet smell slowly poured from the depths of his throat … He almost competed with the out-of-control living armor physically.
Just when Kelan felt that he was about to be torn apart by the Ministry, everything suddenly returned to the original point.
Another seven and a half minutes reset … as scheduled.
Those visions symbolizing "desire" have disappeared like broken soap bubbles, but the white light is still suspended. Koran looked up and saw a tall and thin figure in a black robe slowly coming out of the white light.
In this direction, Kelan can see the outline of the figure outlined by white light against the light energy, but he can’t see the other person’s face clearly. What’s worse, he is wearing a hood with exaggerated size and the brim of the hood has been hanging down to the tip of the nose.
Unlike the former members of the undead crew association in Zofija, this figure is more like a real thing. The most important point is that when he is in front of white light, his body blocks most of the light sources, while those previous visions are integrated with white light.
Kelan’s breath suddenly accelerated-although the figure in black robe has not appeared yet, but vaguely see Kelan has guessed his identity.
"You really are in this tower" Kelan sink a way "You mean … you really are"
The tall and thin figure in black robes suddenly clapped his hands. "To tell the truth, the undead crew will be surprised by this raid … but it’s a pity that you are still a step behind."
"The whole site of the ancient bronze city is really a trap … you deliberately exposed this stronghold to the Ark’s vision as bait through the hijacking incident … is it to trap and kill hundreds of soldiers in the field?" Kelan asked
"What is my purpose … you will know soon." The prophet shook his head. "But now I have a few words to talk to you on this rare opportunity."