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Walking out of the long spiral staircase that seems to lead directly to the underworld and the human world, there is a huge corridor.
There are many huge stone pillars from the ancient Roman era on both sides, and the entire hall is mirrored to both sides in a T-shape.
On the green surface at the front, it can be seen that there should have been many artworks, paintings and sculptures. But now they are all taken away, only the walls are carved with fine and beautiful patterns. The doors leading to the rooms on both sides were already wide open. At the end of the left side is a parliament-like room with many seats that spread out around the center, while the right side leads to the empty large library.
It looks like a university, no different from the mortal world on the ground, and there are no enchantments or runes on the walls.
...or in other words, the only difference and weirdness are concentrated in the "size" of this item. Whether it's the pedestal of the statue in the hall, or the marks left on the wall by the picture frame that was taken away. Or bookshelves and chairs. They are not the size of ordinary people. Just the opened doors leading to the rooms on both sides are more than ten meters high. That is five times the size of a normal room—the same is true for other artworks and daily necessities, and even the first floor of the bookshelf is nearly one meter high. It looks like a country of giants. With Leonardo's height, even the seats here are not enough. He had to look up to see the structure of the room clearly. Other than that, everything remains the same—Leonardo can clearly feel that they have not been shrunk, but everything here has been made particularly large.
It's so big that it even makes people wonder how these Rose Religion soils can use these facilities if they don't have the ability to grow their bodies bigger. left. Even now, he doesn't know when the other party escaped. But strictly speaking... not everyone has left.
...which is kind of interesting. He glanced left and right, then walked towards the hall on the left without hesitation. Yastaru and Baimon followed him directly to the inside.
"Hey, is this over here?
Bishop Hector hesitated for a moment, but also reacted and followed immediately.
Whether the right path is this way or not. It doesn't matter whether these rose cultists are really not evil to Leonardo... After all, as long as he follows Leonardo, he will be much safer than not following him. After all, this is also the enemy's lair.
Even if it looks empty. But because of this, it is even more worthy of vigilance! The moment Bishop Hector stepped into the hall, a strong sense of dizziness hit his heart from his back.
His eyes were plunged into a fragrant blackness, and his limbs seemed to disappear without a trace.
In front of Hector's eyes, scenes of blurred illusions rolled up like waves. When he woke up again, he found that he was still standing at the same place just now, and had just walked through the huge gate. Lots of people walking in and out around...for their height. This gate is large enough for many people to enter and exit at the same time.
"Gerald, hurry up, the Hall of Sanctuaries is closing."
He heard someone calling "myself" in front of me, and "myself" also spoke, and replied in an accent with a hint of oceanic dialect that he had never heard before: "Hey, you are so talkative. Don't rush.
It was a boy with a monocle and a serious face who said this sentence.
"You're still so lazy.
Hey, it's you who are always too **** yourself, Francesco.
Hector heard "myself" laughing loudly: "I said, work. You work so hard every day, don't you want to make a mother?" Then he saw that the boy was silent for a while. look back. There is a confident and firm brilliance in his eyes - "In this world, only countless classes between people really exist, and infinite climbing is the whole of life.
"But my energy and time are limited. No one can be truly omnipotent. Those relatively useless things', I can only do it. Other... in my whole life, I only need to do this one thing There was only a crisp sound, like cutting a wire with pliers, Bishop Hector's consciousness was interrupted again.
The illusion in front of his eyes was instantly shattered... When he woke up again, he noticed that the other three people looked back at him with concern.
"What did you see?" Leonardo asked. Bishop Hector was silent for a while, and replied truthfully: "It's about a certain period of history here. After all, he told Leonardo all the details he saw in the vision. Hector Thor was worried at first, if Leonardo was impatient, how would he explain briefly... But fortunately, this did not happen. Leonardo not only patiently listened to him describe these useless things, but even repeatedly Ask for some details. For example, the person's clothing and appearance... Well, I probably know.
Leonardo sighed.
He finally understood what kind of Francesco... If he hadn't naturally stood on the opposite side of Leonardo, maybe Leonardo could help him.
This is a person with unwavering determination, perseverance, and keen insight, as well as the decisiveness to make the necessary sacrifices. He does have what it takes to be a king.
Get up...Francesco, where is he now?
Is he not here? At the end of this hall, turn right, and there is a closed room—this is the first closed door Leonardo sees. Looking up at the stele in front of him, Leonardo felt that his mood was very complicated.
At the door of this room of unknown purpose, stood a huge stone tablet with the height of ten people.
"You were not born to live like beasts, but to pursue virtue and knowledge.
Well, that's right.
Yes Yes. I did say this sentence jpg Solomon Theocracy is nothing more than that. After all, there was the Solomon Church in the last life, which was expected by him... But how do you feel now, this depraved Rose Order seems to be his own fault?
Or, are they also their admirers? For a moment, Leonardo couldn't help but began to reflect on the influence of not-self on the world. Is it really that big?