Chapter 439
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Lord's eyelids twitched, and some kind of guess floated in his heart, and walked quickly to the front of the stone wall.
In fact, as he expected, the mural on the front of this stone wall is a 'Dante's Divine Comedy Hell Map', and compared to the mural on the ground, the content and details of this painting have obviously become more. a lot.
The content and details mentioned here are mostly reflected in the expressions of the suffering souls in the frescoes.
The suffering souls who have fallen into hell are all struggling, stretched out their skinny and slender arms, clinging to the rock wall full of spikes and sharp blades, stepping on the bones and heads of other souls, unscrupulously towards the top of the upside-down tower-shaped building. Climb up, but three ferocious beasts are stationed at the top, greedily devouring every soul that wants to escape.
Throughout the entire mural, the downward spiral of the tower, the more terrifying the punishment.
Those suffering souls have reached the last level, and they can no longer even see whether they are human or ghost. The expressions on their faces are either ferocious and twisted, or screaming in fear, or silently enduring, or wailing madly, which is extremely vivid. , almost at a glance, people can feel the resentment and resentment as if they were there.
Even with today's Lord, looking directly at this mural with a high concentration for a long time, he can feel a slight tremor in his soul.
"This...is the real picture of Dante's Divine Comedy Hell!"
Lorde's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly moved his eyes elsewhere.
On the far right side of the mural, there are inscriptions written in Latin, and the number of words is not too small.
Latin is a language often used in mysticism. It originated in the Catholic Council of ancient Rome. Because of its mysterious and orthodox characteristics, it has been learned by many people who study magic, and it is mostly used to record or perform some ancient magic.
"Constantine, come and see what these words mean." Lord waved to the coward who was afraid of death. After all, the only one here who could read Latin was Constantine.
"Is there a mistake, I'm a magician, and you use me as a translator?" Constantine said angrily.
"It's okay to be a translator, no problem."
Lorde made a gesture of invitation and said, "Dear Master Mage,
Are you going ahead next? "
Constantine was speechless, choked so hard, he could only walk over honestly, but because of the shadow of the mural above, he was a little scared and asked, "Wait, I just look at the mural like this, I should Will it be okay?"
"No, as long as you don't look at the mural next to it." Lord pointed to the text area and said.
Constantine was still a little worried, covered one eye with his hand, and leaned sideways to face the mural, for fear of seeing the content next to him.
"Let me see what was written..." Constantine leaned forward, frowning slightly: "This is not Latin, but a very Latin-like script, it should be Roman In the early days of the Empire, the Catholic script used to record classified events."
"Don't talk so much, just say that you can translate it or not." Lord interrupted him directly.
"Of course, you think I've lived in vain for so many years?" Constantine glanced at him and said triumphantly: "You're lucky, except for the cardinals and the pope who know this type of writing now, maybe It's just me."
Although Constantine was abducted and deceived, there is only one thing that cannot be denied, that is, his magical attainments are extremely high!
If it is not limited by his own demons and self-restraint, this man is only one line behind the Supreme Mage next door. The dark magic and evil descending rituals that he knows and is proficient in are far better than the incompetent Casillas. .
Constantine read it carefully, then read it out slowly.
"Through me, enter the city of endless pain."
"Through me, into the pit of eternal misery."
"Through me, enter the crowd of doomsday."
"Justice pushes me, O lofty Creator."
"I am a work of divine right, divine will and divine love."
"Before me there was no eternal creation."
"After me, there is no divine creation."
"I will live with the heavens and the earth forever."
"I, will live and die with all things."
"Those who enter this place must give up all hope!"
"Hey - let's go!"
Konstantin's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he took a few steps back in fear, fell to the ground, and then a horrified expression appeared on his face, and he shouted in a voiceless voice: "We've been fooled, here... ....this is Limbo!!!"
"too late......"
Nexia came over at an unknown time, stood beside Lord, shook his head and sighed: "Since we stepped in here, we have been unable to get out, even those crying angels are trapped in here."
"You...you already knew this was Limbo, didn't you?" Constantine suddenly raised his head and stared at Nexia with extremely angry eyes, as if he wanted to eat her alive.
"Yes... but this is the only [correct] result." Nexia's expression was calm, as if not affected at all, facing Constantine's angry eyes, he said faintly: "We must come here. , the only way to get the 'key'."
"Fuck the keys!" Constantine pointed to the mural, his voice trembling with anger: "You know Limbo is a dead end, and you want to lead us here, what are you going to do?!"
"Calm down"
Lord raised his hand to interrupt and asked, "Which of you two will explain to me, what exactly is Limbo?"
Constantine glanced at Nexia, and found that the latter had no meaning to explain. He could only suppress the fear that was surging in his heart and said: "Limbo, which translates as Lingbo Hell, in the early Roman Catholicism refers to the leading The first gate of hell."
"Gate of Hell?" Lord raised his brows, feeling that it wasn't as serious.
The gate to hell sounds like a bluff, but whoever was present has not been to hell a few times, and Constantine is a frequent visitor to hell, so he wouldn't be scared like that, right?
"I haven't finished yet, this is just what the Catholics think of as a spiritual prison." Constantine clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "The real spiritual prison is the area between heaven and hell, and it does not belong to the Three Realms. Any realm is closely connected with the three realms.”
"If you are sinful in life, you will go to hell when you die; if you love God in your life, you will go to heaven when you die."
"Then take a guess, what kind of soul will fall into the spirit thin prison after death?"
Lord frowned and said coldly, "Just say it directly, I don't have the heart to play guessing games with you."
Constantine paused for a moment, his pupils trembled slightly, and said: "The thin prison between the three worlds will automatically attract those extremely evil souls, terrifying monsters, magical monsters of unknown dimensions, etc. It can be said that It is an extremely chaotic and terrifying place, and even the demon kings of hell are reluctant to come here!"
"the most important is......"
"Lingbo Hell...there is no exit!"
"The only way to get out of here is to travel through the nine layers of hell and then go straight to the center of the earth!"
"Actually, it's not that exaggerated."
Nexia folded her hands in front of her and said indifferently: "This is not a real spiritual prison, it's just a scene simulated by one of the fragments. There is only one layer at most, so it is not so difficult."
"Shards of Lingbo Hell..."
Lord frowned and thought for a moment, then turned his head and asked, "You said just now that we're looking for a key?"
"Yes, father."
Nexia nodded obediently and said, "Wilbur Whatley has hidden a key here. We must find it to open the factory outside."
Lord's eyes narrowed and he asked, "What's in that factory?"
"The source of the evil in this city..."
Nexia's face darkened a bit, and she said in a low voice, "Father, we are running out of time, we must step up our pace."