There is a lord who just wants to draw cards, what's wrong with that?

"Nothing, I just don't want him to destroy the fairness and stability here. Good omen, it's your turn this time, but I have to supervise you to abide by the rules. You can only take action once, and you count as many as you kill. If you fail, you have to let them go."

"Just like the priest and the white chicken just now, right?"

After the priest's sneak attack, Domi saw the two of them with his extraordinary vision, otherwise why would the priest speak so bluntly.

White chicken?

Hearing this name, Brother Snow Leopard seemed to be unable to hold back his laughter, but he immediately regained his serious expression:

"Yes, there is always someone supervising, just like these two. In the future, other people who are free will take turns supervising."

After understanding the rules, Domi once again focused on the group of adventurers who were fleeing.

"Let's kill them all at once, right... I understand."

It was not difficult for Domi to kill those who were fleeing, even if he only had one chance.

Of course, there is no psychological burden at all. In this relic, the weak should be rewarded by the strong. It is just the law of the jungle. If you want to blame someone, just blame yourself for not being strong enough.

He took out the longbow from his back and used the soul-devouring energy to condense three large arrows.

Seeing this strange arrow, Snow Leopard's pupils trembled, but he didn't care much. That was Domi's method and he had no right to interfere.

But shooting three arrows at once, relying on range coverage to win, is not a bad idea.

Domi easily pulled the relatively large bow into a full moon shape, aimed at the group of adventurers, and shot out three arrows, shocking the ancient and the modern! Like three deep blue comets, they shot out from the archway on the second floor.

But halfway through, several feathers flew in from the other side, as if to hinder Domi's hunting.

"Brother..."

"Don't call me bro, I have a name, Justin Blizzard."

"Justin, does interfering during the match count?!"

Those feathers that popped out in the middle of the journey were obviously the work of those two guys!

"That can't be helped. This is allowed. It's better to say that it was not thought of at the time."

"Whatever. The result won't change anyway."

The sharp feathers turned into dark blue ashes after encountering the Soul-Devouring Arrow, just like keratin being burnt by fire. Although it caused the two arrows on the left and right to deviate from their tracks, it did not affect the one in the middle.

It is still flying according to the established orbit.

Now, even Justin looked at Domi with a little surprise.

Could it be that... he had expected Kyle to interfere? That was why he had used three arrows?

This kid's character is so terrifying.

"hateful!"

In the sky, Kyle was furious after failing to hit the target. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

So he immediately took his girlfriend and flew high into the sky. He wanted to vent his anger while working.

The remaining soul-devouring arrow, with a slight arc of electricity, pierced into the sand among the group of people in the blink of an eye.

"It seems you missed." Justin felt that he had overestimated Domi.

"No," Duomi shook his head: "Let the arrow fly for a while."

The soul-devouring energy contained in the arrow quickly got out of control and expanded under Domi's control, and finally exploded violently!

Boom!

A deep blue mushroom cloud rose straight into the sky.

It was also the first time that Domi saw someone being directly corroded to death by soul-devouring energy.

The magic patterns on their bodies were destroyed in an instant, and countless ashes emerged from their bodies, as beautiful as blooming flowers, and finally they lost their lives with screams.

Is this way of dying too cruel?

No, that can already be classified as art!

Justin's eyes widened as well. It was the first time he had seen such a method. It was really eye-opening!

When eight points were added to his head, the number immediately changed from 2 to 3.

"Congratulations." Justin congratulated.

"Kill him and it's done. There's no point in celebrating."

Justin was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "You are quite interesting."

"The last person who said that was so angry that he flew up to the cloud. Tsk, it really pollutes the environment."

"Haha!" Justin laughed heartily. "It's really interesting. Okay, if you meet Harlan, the lonely forest elf druid, tell him that it's his turn."

"If I come across it, I will definitely pass it on."

"Oh, by the way, Justin," Domi suddenly remembered his original intention as he turned around and asked, "Do you know where there are other murals or something like that? Like the ones in the main hall on the first floor."

He thought for a moment, then extended a furry finger and pointed at the dome above their heads.

Domi looked up and found that there was a huge mural carved on the inside of the dome.

What kind of precious content requires such a large amount of space to describe?

Domi cast a wind column under his feet and lifted himself up.

As his vision slowly rose, the murals continued to grow larger in his eyes, and Duomi's pupils also grew larger. It seemed that something shocking was shaking his perception...

Chapter 138 Ancient Secrets

Chapter 138-137- Ancient Secrets

The composition of the murals inside the dome develops from the edge to the center.

Around the edge, painters at the time used extremely delicate brushstrokes and extremely bright colors to depict a huge army. They held their weapons in their hands, with the sharpest points of their weapons pointing towards the center of the circle.

A man wearing a crown is also among them, holding a gorgeous sword, with the tip of the sword also pointing to the center of the circle.

As you go further inward, things start to become abstract, with a strong artistic atmosphere.

It was like two women wearing different clothes, stretched into a long and winding shape like snakes, connected end to end.

One of them wore a wreath of green olive branches on her head, a white silk dress, her long golden hair was neatly tied up, and countless pigeons gathered around her.

One of them was wearing a knitted robe as white as snow, barefoot, and a large pointed hat with wide brims that only witches would wear, with only half of his face exposed.

No matter who you are, there are countless pigeons flying and circling around you.

There seems to be no difference in appearance between the two people. They should be the same person. That's why they are placed here in different styles and posed in such strange postures.

Looking further inside, Duomi gradually became confused.

The area around and including the center of the circle is painted with completely inharmonious colors such as black, purple, white, and gold.

Like the universe, or some Cthulhu-style evil thing, or something as sacred as an angel?

I don't understand why, but I feel it's impressive.

Looking at the overall situation, Domi felt that the army and the Sun King seemed to be going to war with some very mysterious existence. There was a feeling that the wind was whistling and the Yi River was cold, and the soldiers were gone and would never come back.

There are too many things here that he cannot understand, and what is the connection between this huge mural and the murals below?

There is a connection, but there is no clue at all.

Domi wished that an instruction manual would appear in front of him right now and explain all the causes and consequences to him.

The current situation is like a bunch of kittens tickling him. He feels extremely itchy inside and it feels like ants are crawling all over his body.

But no matter how anxious you are, it is useless, because this is all the information left in the palace. However, if it were in the hands of a novelist, he would probably be able to write a thrilling, magnificent epic full of love, hate, and vengeance on the spot.

Domi slowly descended.

"Did you gain anything?" Justin Blizzard asked curiously.

Regarding the name of this big snow leopard brother, the first part is his name, and the second part is the name of their tribe. Together, it is the gender name of a tribal member.

In the Orc tribe, the tribe is generally viewed as a whole, and the concept of family has been weakened a lot.

Population is a major flaw, so this approach is appropriate.

Duomi shook his head in disappointment: "This mural really gave me a great shock, but I can't read more useful information from it."

"Don't be discouraged. I was confused when I saw them, too," Justin comforted.

"The fall of the Xisha Empire and the death of the most powerful Sun King are mysteries. We can see the relevant relics here, and the information we get can be exchanged for a lot of money in the outside world."

Domi looked at Justin in surprise. He didn't expect that this ferocious-looking snow leopard brother could actually comfort people. So he accepted his kindness and thanked him, "You are a very nice person."

"you flatter me."

Just as the two were developing their feelings, Afu came running from the other side of the corridor in a panic, as if she was looking for someone. When she saw Duomi, she ran towards him as if she had found a life-saving straw.

"What's wrong? Why are you so flustered?"

Ah Fu held her knees with both hands, breathing heavily, and after a while she suddenly raised her head:

"Oh no cheerleader, Thor...Thor...he seems to have gone crazy!"

"Clam?!"

"Death Omen, let's just say goodbye. It seems you have some important matters to take care of."

It was probably a private matter within the other team, and Justin had no intention of joining in the fun.

"Okay, let's talk next time when we have time."

Then Domi followed Afu into the space inside the corridor on the second floor. It was a cylindrical room. The height of the room did not extend much upwards, about half of the second floor. The top was carved from gold and stood sharp like a crown.

There is an entrance on the west side that allows you to enter directly. I don’t know whether the owner of the palace doesn’t think anyone will go in or simply didn’t leave anything safe inside, so he is so confident.

Walking into the room, there are curved walls inlaid with gold bricks, and even the floor under your feet is paved with ivory. From top to bottom, it reveals two words - luxury.

But apart from this luxurious decoration, there was nothing else. The whole room was empty except for an oil painting hanging on the wall opposite the door.

Framed with gold edges, the painting shows a handsome, mature man with a big beard wearing a royal robe and a crown. He holds a long sword that symbolizes power and strength, and sits majestically on the throne. Just by looking at it, one can feel the kingly and domineering aura emanating from it, which makes people want to submit.

This king seemed to be born to conquer the world.

However, Duomi could only sigh. After all, he had been educated to look down on the world since he was a child. He had already developed that acquired pride and would not be as humble as he was in his previous life.

However, Afu and the other two were different.

When they came in, they were also shocked by the temperament expressed by this oil painting. Afu and Forty-Seven were fine, but Tuoer was the only one who stared at it for a long time.

When the two of them were about to leave, Touer still maintained the same posture, without moving.

No matter how Afu called out to him and asked him to hit her, he didn't respond.

Just when they were at a loss, Toer suddenly knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands as if in pain, and saying strange and incomprehensible words, just like what Domi saw now.

The words he muttered seemed to repeat themselves...

Domi walked over to him, bent down and listened silently, wondering if he could hear any useful information from it.

"Iris...Iris...where are you?"

"Haha...haha! Your prediction has come true. Are you happy now?"

"Come out and see me, come out and see me!"

"Dead, dead... everything is over..."

"Wait... who am I?"

As he listened, Domi's eyes widened unconsciously.

A half-mature idea had planted a seed in his heart, and it was already showing signs of taking root.

Is there a possibility that Thor is the Sun King?

Otherwise, why would he fall into pain when he saw the portrait of the Sun King and ask himself who he really is?

Memories are mixed.

This is obviously the result of memory awakening, which has been described in many movies, TV shows, and novels about past lives. After a person dies and reincarnates into the next life, when he sees special relics from his past life, it is possible that the past life memories buried deep in his heart will be awakened.

Thor also said a strange name - "Iris".

In addition, the word "prophecy" is mentioned, which means that Iris may be a prophet? Did she predict the fall of the Xisha Empire for Thor, the Sun King at that time?