Alomitsu - Chapter 42
Chapter 42: Nightmare (10)
I was running on the snow-covered hillside. At the top of the mountain, a bright spot of light was shining. It slowly rose to the night sky, and the falling snow stopped abruptly.
The spot of light was like the explosion of stars. The dazzling white light instantly engulfed everything in the mountains. I instinctively covered my eyes with my hands. The broken sword in my hand diffused light blue brilliance, and it formed a thin shield around my body. The white light did not soak the blue brilliance.
It was the piercing sound of a telegram again, which made my head ache and feel like splitting, and then I fell into a coma.
At this point, I’m lost in thought. This was what I have experienced before, and it’s also a story about how I almost stepped into death. I wanted to jump and stop writing this paragraph. I wanted to go back and forth, but I decided to change it. This story was written into it, even if it would involve the sadness in my heart.
After I separated from my grandfather, I fell into melancholy. I imitated the story of the Oriental Maiden and wrote the name of the resentful person in the Scarecrow at 12 o’clock in the morning.
After thinking about it, I didn’t know whose name was written. Later, I went and wrote my own name. I didn’t wait for the curse to appear, and there was no burning scarecrow.
Later, I discovered that the person I resented the most was really myself.
When I woke up, the place where I was was not on a hillside, but in a dense forest without snow. This situation was very similar to the change in the Soul Road. Ayatos and Tadek were gone.
What happened at that time was deeply imprinted in my soul. I remembered the scene happened after midnight. At this time, water vapor was lingering in the forest, and the moon was hanging in the sky.
The road behind me was blocked by stones. I had no choice but to move forward. I had no choice to retreat. In front of me was a swamp full of dead tar trees. I stepped on a low-lying swamp and kept moving forward with a half-length sword in my hand. Still in my hands, I thought it may have some unknown power.
In the depths of the swamp was a cemetery. This cemetery was very old. The various symbolic imprints carved in the deep ancient times made me tremble. Among them was a square catacomb which was very conspicuous. In front of the slate was a dead bone, and the dead bone held an oil lamp in its hand.
The oil in this oil lamp was not used up. After I lit the oil lamp with flint, the light instantly lit up in this ghastly place. Only then did I notice that this cemetery was in a low-lying wet ground and its surroundings moss, weeds, and a mess of shrubs grew everywhere.
The air here had an unspeakable burnt smell. I thought it might be the smell of the stone being weathered and then decomposed. If the current scene was described briefly, it was desolate and decayed.
At this moment, I heard a sound. This sound was not a terrible sound, but Bruyer’s shout. I suddenly became excited. I pricked my ears and listened, hoping to hear where Bruyer was.
But what shocked me was that Bruyer’s voice came from the catacomb below. He must be crying for help. I pushed aside the stone slabs of the catacomb. I took the oil lamp and jumped straight down at the same time as me. There was also the white bone down. I didn’t remember pulling him down or saying I was too anxious.
At the time, I was totally attracted by Bruyer’s voice and didn’t care.
With the help of an oil lamp, I could barely recognize the construction of the catacombs. Pieces of stone slabs covered with green moss, jars, and spider webs. The catacombs in front were half collapsed, and the walls on both sides were corroded granite. They were damp and cold.
When I wanted to go forward, there were rows of gullies on the ground. This was Roman! After I glanced at the ground, I noticed that the finger bones behind me pointed to the ground.
It pointed to a large line of words, which read: Don’t be deceived by lies.
These words made me alert. Instead of moving forward, I looked at the Roman on the ground. The depiction of these Roman languages was not too long.
The content was as follows:[My friend and I discovered this tomb because of the sinking of the ground. We just wanted to find something valuable. We never wanted to desecrate the dead. [Before coming, I also called my good friend Ayatos, but Ayatos refused, saying that he has more important things. What important things can compare with money? [Another friend of mine, Rod, guarded outside, the other went in to check and explore, and I was just outside. [Soon my friend got his first trophy, a broken sword, which he pulled from a mummy that was sitting in a position similar to a throne. [He handed the long sword to me and talked endlessly. He couldn’t hide his excitement. Just a broken sword made him happy. He decided to go deeper. I opposed him from doing this, but he didn’t listen to my advice. [This is not a tomb, but a burial cave. In this ancient and ruined bone burial cave, I even feel its loneliness and silence. I wonder if I shouldn’t be here. My mind keeps thinking about it. With terrifying fantasy and monsters. [I walked forward for a short distance, just a short distance, not even a hundred meters. I found some stories about ancient myths. I copied it and threw it outside together with the broken sword. [I don’t intend to use the broken sword to defend myself, but the dagger I bring, which is more sharp and practical than the broken sword. [On the platform of the Bone Burial Cavern, it is full of old wood. In front of it is a grotesque altar. I don’t know what the altar is for. I’d better get close to it as little as possible. [I kept walking back and forth, but Rod seemed to have disappeared. At this moment, I found that stone pillars were erected next to the altar at some point. This creepy decoration made me take out the cross and pray. [I was carrying an oil lamp, and the shadows of nothingness seemed to be lurking in this burial cave. These shadows were not the surrounding buildings, because they were completely different from the cast shadows. [Before Rod came, I frequently raised the oil lamp to illuminate it, but I didn’t see his figure. I looked down at the stone wall. The story on the stone wall portrayed several monsters, a kind of creature called the priest beast. The other is (??). [“Peter, my brother, do you know what I found!” [Rod’s words from deep made me respond quickly, “Rod, what happened? What? What? What?”
The words at the back were covered with blood, and I saw it right here.
At this moment, I did not hesitate to turn around and ran up, because I also heard the slow rubbing of the slate.
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