Chapter 352 Candlestick Sculpture on the Stone Bridge (2500 words added)
Lin Yi pursed his lips and did not answer this sentence, because he knew that things are often not that simple.
Soon, the wooden road sign nailed to the stone pillar at the starting point of the stone bridge soon appeared in front of him. The words on the road sign made it difficult for him to distinguish between dreams and reality for a while——
【Welcome to the Art Building! 】
Just for a moment, he was awakened by a clanking sound. The sound was from the tetanus iron piece suspended by a rusty iron chain under the road sign.
The content on the iron plate is the notice of the Art Building.
Lao Mo took Lin Yi directly onto the stone bridge without stopping.
Through the dense rain and fog and the forest-white fog, Lin Yi could still see the vault on the other side of the stone bridge, which was supported by huge stone pillars, as well as the outline of the art building behind the vault, hidden deep in the storm and fog.
In the outline, you can also vaguely see a bell tower and many watchtowers like sentry towers. Ancient buildings and thick stone walls are intertwined with each other, and the eerie atmosphere makes people shudder.
The dim candlelight swayed through the glass, the only warm color in the dim and dark rainstorm, which seemed particularly strange and terrifying.
In the storm, Lao Mo and Lin Yi, who were walking on the stone bridge with two strings of big eyeballs, were like an adventurer and his apprentice who were escaping from the temple, moving forward step by step.
They are surrounded by pure-bred nocturnal species. Those pure-bred nocturnal species are more enthusiastic about extraordinary power than the pseudo-human sculptures, but they are also more afraid of light. They dare not approach the field formed by light at all, just like ice and snow that can never face the sun.
They huddled on the edge and followed furtively, constantly locking on Lao Mo and Lin Yi with their instinctive desire, trying to find any possible loopholes.
In addition to the purebred nocturnal species, there are also a large number of Laughing Angels wandering around them. It seems that the first Laughing Angel was killed by Lao Mo. The other Laughing Angels did not rush to take action, but drew various curves in the air, locking on them like experienced hunters, but they were not in a hurry to take action.
Below the stone bridge is a cliff. Parts of the cliff have been hollowed out, and pillars have filled the gaps and acted as supports. The strong wind and rain swept the black tide, hitting the cliff and pillars again and again, as if they wanted to destroy them.
The salty, damp and cold breath seemed to be able to penetrate the storm and reach Lin Yi's bone marrow, causing bursts of tingling sensation.
Swept by the strong wind, the candles burning on both sides of the stone bridge swayed, making a "whispering" sound, as if they would go out at any time.
In the tide and strong wind, there seemed to be some weird humming sounds, like a demon monk holding a cult book singing some kind of music in Sanskrit. This weird sound was so familiar to Lin Yi. It was the kind of chanting that came from puppet sculptures, nocturnal species, and the Forest of Steles of the Dead:
"I AvgruNnen av tKe og... mrke jaGer... for... Tapte Sjeler…… fanTome……”
I…… Avgru……Nnen av…… tKe og mrke jaGer…… forTa……pte Sjeler fanTome……”
With the appearance of the chanting, the endless gray mist began to surge up from the storm, as if it was going to drown him and Lao Mo on the stone bridge.
The smiling angels flying everywhere seemed to become more excited, but they still had no intention of attacking Lao Mo and Lin Yi.
At this moment, a twisted beam of light suddenly hit him from behind. Like the bat lantern that penetrated the clouds lit by Inspector Gordon in Gotham, it tore a hole in the storm and fell on Lao Mo and Lin Yi.
"This is...!" Lin Yi was startled. He turned around and saw the art teacher "Big Golden Retriever" standing on the top floor of the observation deck behind him.
Not to mention, from Mao Zi's perspective, I can feel the shock from the scene even more when I have never experienced this personally.
The art teacher "Big Golden Retriever" held a huge searchlight, and his waterproof leather jacket made a sound in the rainy night. At this moment, he was no longer on a boat in the Caribbean Sea, but Bateman.
However, the light did not stay on them for too long like escorting Maozi, and immediately pointed somewhere in the art building.
"The big golden retriever showed us the way, let's go."
On the top floor of the observatory, the art teacher "Big Golden Retriever"'s eyes fell on Lin Yi, his brows wrinkled slightly, and he muttered to himself: "It's really strange. Weird, why does that shameless student give me a familiar feeling? "
On the stone bridge, Lin Yi looked at the smiling angels wandering around and asked in a low voice: "Old Mo, does the golden aura have a certain restraint effect on them?"
"No." Lao Mo said, "Golden aura is a kind of extraordinary power with relatively high purity. If everyone has it, the one with more is basically stronger. The smiling angels don't have as much golden aura in their bodies as we do, so they don't dare to take action rashly."
"The one who sneaked up on you before also wanted to take advantage of you when you were not prepared, so after I counterattacked it, the rest did not dare to act rashly."
"Oh, I see..." Lin Yi suddenly realized.
The two continued to move forward, heading towards the end of the stone bridge behind the observation deck, the huge stone arch carved with mysterious symbols.
The closer we get to the Art Building, the more gloomy and scary the sky becomes. The whole world seems to be crushed to death by a huge lead plate, so heavy that even breathing feels oppressive.
The thick dark clouds were rolling and airtight, as if they were about to swallow up the whole world. The icy rain poured down. Under the blessing of the strong wind, every drop of rain was as biting as an ice cone. The roaring wind brought the sound of waves pooping and breaking in his ears, like countless evil ghosts howling.
The candlesticks on both sides of the stone bridge are like giant beasts that have been drained of their vitality by the storm. Only the last sporadic firelight is left, holding on tightly. The walls are mottled and full of scars. The more you walk, the more desolate you feel.
Lin Yi soon smelled some faint smell of blood and putrid smell in the wind. These smells seemed to be coming from the art building. They should have been very strong, but were broken into thin strands due to the storm.
Lin Yi could no longer imagine what kind of human tragedy there was inside the art building.
"These candlesticks..." Lao Mo saw Lin Yi observing the surroundings, so he told him as he walked, "These are all products of the Black Moon Outpost period. The appearance of the creatures carved on these candlesticks is the understanding of the "root" form that the "apostles" originally traced based on their exploration at sea..."
Therefore, there are differences in the form of those carvings because the "apostles" have different understandings of the "source" as the number of explorations increases and the advancement of the times..."
Lao Mo pointed to one of the candlesticks. The carvings on the candlestick were somewhat abstract, like some kind of long creature with wings: "Look at the shape at that time, it was the 'Feathered Serpent'..."
"There was a time when the "apostles" had such an understanding of the form of the "root". After they went out to sea, some of them got lost in the depths of the ocean, and the Mayan civilization of later generations slowly flourished..."
Lao Mo pointed at a sculpture that was unclear whether it was an octopus or some other creature. The creature seemed to have many tentacles, or many heads.
"That was "Hydra"...the monster in Greek mythology, killed by Hercules."
"Actually, Hercules failed because he was not close to the "source" at all, and what he killed was the "Snake's Nest" in the alien sculpture. "
Lin Yi became interested and couldn't help asking: "Then how was 'Hydra' killed?"
“In Greek mythology, Hydra was the second of the twelve arduous tasks that Hercules needed to complete.” When he cut off a snake head, two new snake heads would grow in its place. In order to overcome this difficulty, he asked his nephew Iolaos to burn the wound of the snake head with a torch to prevent the growth of new snake heads. Racules cut off Hydra's immortal head and buried it deep in the ground... This is a myth that has been passed down. "
"But think about the torch used to burn the wound, and the swamp where Hydra lives... what will this remind you of?"
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment: "The fire... is something with the characteristics of sunlight? Is the swamp a terrain mixed with extraordinary power?"
Old Mo nodded: "Hydra grew in the Lena Lake swamp, which is actually mud mixed with solid supernatural power. Remember the fanatics and the matrix, no, it's that kind of thing... Every time Hercules cut off Hydra's head, Hydra needed to absorb the supernatural power from the swamp to repair her body. In the end, he restrained Hydra's supernatural characteristics and successfully killed it."
"Heracles' death was dramatic. Legend has it that his wife Deianira was worried that he would fall in love with another woman and was deceived by the centaur Nessus, so she smeared his clothes with highly poisonous blood. In the end, he could not bear the pain caused by the poisonous blood and burned himself to death."
"But think about it, "self-immolation", this way of sublimation using the power of fire..." /> Lin Yi's heart beat hard: "Sacrifice?"
Old Mo smiled: "After Heracles killed Hydra, he became an "apostle" and became tolerant and crazy. In the end, he walked toward destruction step by step. Deianira and Nessus failed to use the correct method to save him... Of course, unless the "apostle" awakens by himself, there is basically no other possibility of redemption. "
"In order to reach a higher level of transcendence, Heracles sacrificed himself. He thought he could gain eternal life and become a god on Mount Olympus..."
Lin Yi asked: "He succeeded?"
"I don't know." Lao Mo He shook his head and said, "If you have the opportunity to come into contact with the official "Secret Files", you may have the opportunity to know some secrets related to it..." As he spoke, he pointed to another candlestick not far away: "When it comes to 'Hydra', we have to mention those two things..."
Lin Yi quickly looked over, but each of the carvings on the candlesticks was very abstract. You can understand it by imagining symbols similar to cuneiform and oracle bones. Without explanation, it is really difficult to tell who is who.
But Lao Mo also shrugged his shoulders and said: "Of course, actually I can't tell which one is "Xiangliu" and which is "Hydera". You can just listen to it as a popular science. It doesn't matter if the goods are wrong, they are all here anyway."
"'Xiangliu' "Wherever it passes, there will be floods and poisonous swamps. Is this similar to Hydera?"
"Alien sculpture "Snake Nest"?"
"Yes, there will be some differences in extraordinary characteristics, but essentially they will not be too different..."
"So is "Yamata no Orochi"?"
"It's very funny when you talk about this..."
"Oh?"
Old Mo said with a scornful smile: "By "make The civilization multiplied by "disciples" has huge and far-reaching roots, not that of Xiaoli... Xiaoli's culture originated from the prosperous Tang Dynasty of China, and famous monsters such as "Yamata no Orochi" and "Nine-tailed Fox" were passed down from this. "
"The reason why I say it's funny is because when the big incident broke out in X999, a "snake nest" appeared over there in my childhood, which is the "Yamata-no-Orochi" they were thinking about... Do you understand this concept? But "Yamata-no-Orochi" has it, but "Susano'o" does not..."
"Monsters are coming, but it's best if your world really has Ultraman"
“The final result is that our principals in China stepped forward and guarded some key “dark areas”, but they had nothing in their small lives, so they were destroyed by a “snake nest” without any resistance. "
"Ouch..." Lin Yi showed a look of surprise, and then nodded seriously, "Yes, it really should be, then that one over there is "Jormungandr"?"
"Yes, that is it. "Jörmungandr." Lao Mo nodded without looking at it. Since he didn't know it anyway, he pointed at the candlestick in front of him casually. "Its existence embodies the fear and strange worship of the mysterious power and great danger in the ocean in Nordic mythology."
"In Nordic mythology, when Ragnarok falls, the earthly serpent "Jörmungandr" that surrounds the world wakes up from the endless abyss and fights with Thor, the god of thunder, until they both die... The core of Nordic mythology is that after the old world is destroyed, a new world will be born..."
"And this is also very consistent with the meaning of the "Day of Destruction"..."
"Similarly, India The Ouroboros in mythology has similar meanings, cycle and eternity, destruction and rebirth, self-devourment and evolution..."
Hearing this, Lin Yi suddenly felt a trace of doubt: "Old Mo, then our Chinese mythology also comes from this?"
"'Chinese'?" Hearing this, Lao Mo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "How do you think "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" came about?"
"The oldest "apostles" compiled their observations of the world into the "Book of Mountains and Seas" based on the experience of countless returners. This is why the terrain in the "Book of Mountains and Seas" corresponds not only to the landforms of the Chinese region, but to the whole world..."
"If you look at some of the text symbols on this bridge, you can find that almost any place in the world has it. A country with a rich cultural heritage, and the prototypes of its writing can be reflected in it? "
"Of course it's not just here, there are more prototypes of writing in art."
"Even many great navigation events in later generations are related to the actions of the "apostles", such as Magellan, Columbus, Zheng He... and so on. "
"But I don't have a deep understanding of those things..."
Lin Yi opened his mouth, not knowing what to say: "So are all the major events that affect the world related to the "apostles"? "
"It is not related to the "apostle", but to the extraordinary. "Lao Mo said, "Just like using physics to mend the world, the world was ruined by the first batch of apostles, and then began a long process of mending..."
"There is a saying, five years of simulation, three years of exploration, and three years of mending."
" Don't you wait!" Lin Yi raised his hand to interrupt, "What you are talking about... seems to be more than just the art building, uh, I mean, more than just the campus?"
Lao Mo said: "You have to understand one thing, fanatics are fanatics, and apostles are apostles. The art building belongs to the campus, but the Black Moon Outpost does not."
"The history of Black Moon Outpost can be traced back to a very long time, far older than the origin of world culture... Its architectural form is not influenced by the Nordic style, but its architectural style, which has influenced Europe and even the origin of other civilizations..." The outpost is special. Among the official construction tasks, there are few sites that require such a large amount of manpower and material resources to complete its construction. "
"At that time, the Black Moon Outpost, which was supposed to be permanently buried, resonated with the campus due to certain location reasons. If it was not anchored by the campus and allowed to wander freely, it would easily lead to a disaster more terrifying than the Doomsday Day..."
"If this is not the case, there will be more relatively safe choices for the location of the Art Building."
"The Art Building... no, Black Moon Outpost, will it cause misfortune?" Lin Yi said in surprise.
Lao Mo looked around: "Look at the environment where this art building is located... the endless night, the rolling mountains, the vast sea, the only "life" in the whole world. Its existence itself is a beacon in the night. If it Wandering wantonly in the layers, accidentally creating a way for the "root" to invade, then what penetrates into the campus is not as simple as "grey fog"..."
"You encountered sea water in the gymnasium today, right?"
“That’s just a manifestation of the storm’s penetration into the layer. If the sea water pours back and penetrates directly into the campus, a mere S city university, no, even an S city, cannot bear it... And that is just sea water in the physical sense, and the extraordinary power is not included in it..."
"This is just a simple example, there are more complex factors, I can't explain it clearly to you... But you should at least know the strategic positioning of the Art Building, right?"
"I... somewhat understand." Lin Yi thought thoughtfully.
He thought about the performance of the gymnasium in the layers. The city wall was like a sword inserted into the endless black clouds, but there was an endless black tide surging at its roots... Could it be that the seawater penetrated through this layer?
Is that what "city walls and fortresses" mean?
With some heavy thoughts, Lin Yi and Lao Mo crossed the stone bridge despite the storm of gray mist and arrived at the huge arched stone door on the other side.
After passing through the arch, Lin Yi raised his eyes and saw the mysterious inscription carved on the arch that looked like cuneiform.
On the ground behind the arch, the shadow of the religious-colored window glass in the art building is projected onto the area in front of the stone gate with the bright yellow candlelight. It looks like some kind of ancient, weird and mysterious ancient totem.
This ancient totem seems to carry some special aura, which once blocked the invasion of the castle by abnormal weather. However, at this time, their characteristics seem to have become extremely weak, and they are no longer enough to effectively intercept storms and gray fog.
pleasant purebred nocturnal species were following closely behind them at a distance, while the Laughing Angel lowered its flying height, and each one of them was floating there like a ghost.
After Lao Mo led Lin Yi across the arch, the Smiling Angels and the Pure Nocturnal Breeds swarmed up and followed them into the art building.
After passing through the arch, there was a quiet corridor full of dim candlelight. The storm did not follow, but the howling wind could not stop pouring into the corridor. Lin Yi was soaked to the skin. When such a wind blew, his body temperature was taken away at an extremely fast speed.
The strong wind also caused the candlelights in the corridor to shake violently, and some curtains were also violently lifted, making a hunting sound, intertwined with the rapid wind, giving the entire corridor a shaky feeling.
Walking through such a corridor is like walking through the passage of a giant ship sailing on the sea.
Sensing the Laughing Angel and Nocturnal Species chasing behind him, Lin Yi lowered his voice and exclaimed: "Old Mo, they are following!"
"I know." Lao Mo said, "It doesn't matter... As far as the art building is concerned, the debts are too much and there are no worries."
It's a good saying that the debts are too much to worry about. The corner of Lin Yi's mouth twitched fiercely, thinking that if the art building had a soul, he would give Lao Mo a thumbs up and a six.
However, Lao Mo proved his words with actions. He raised the big eyeballs without any warning, and the bright area instantly slashed away like an invisible sharp blade. Some pure-bred nocturnal species hidden in the dark corners of the corridor were illuminated by the light, and their sharp and pale nails suddenly emitted white smoke like being drenched in sulfuric acid. They let out a cry of surprise and huddled into the deeper darkness.
"I don't even bother to kill these things." Lao Mo said coldly.
Lin Yi nodded. He knew that Lao Mo was talking big words. For Lao Mo, the time wasted by killing them could be used to improve efficiency on the road.
This corridor is very spacious, but there is almost no candlelight, so it has become the best place for pure nocturnal species to lurk. If they are lucky, these pure nocturnal species can also poach a few careless art students.
However, the string of big eyeballs in Lao Mo's hand became a torch in the darkness, lighting up a large area.
Although Lin Yi has already been here with Mao Feiyang, there is always a real feedback from the senses when he comes in person.
There are not many wooden components in the corridor, and more are made of large yellow-brown ashlar stones. Therefore, the stone walls are not smooth and flat, but have some pitted marks. At this time, it exudes a chill that touches the soul.
After walking in the corridor for a long time, Lin Yi gradually felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if there was something invisible hidden in a dark corner of the empty corridor that echoed with the cold wind.
As for this kind of thing, he can be very sure that it is not a nocturnal species, nor is it a laughing angel!
When he had this idea, an uncomfortable feeling of being spied on suddenly fell on him, making him feel uncomfortable in his heart.
(End of this chapter)