Chapter 117 The Bell Tower of the Gun Prison

TIGER pulled Yang Hai out, told him about the matter, and then said with a wry smile: "Sometimes I try to control myself, but I can't control it."

After listening to it, Yang Hai was a little worried, but he comforted TIGER and said, "Don't worry, although everyone is very depressed now, it will be fine in a while. People are not sages, and no one can do anything wrong, and everyone will not take it seriously."

TIGER shrugged helplessly.

"What about your mission? How are you doing?" TIGER asked.

"The last phased task is still missing, and the task of this phase has come to an end." Yang Hai pondered: "It's about the Seven Deadly Sins."

"Well, the Seven Deadly Sins..." TIGER pondered for a moment. He was more familiar with the old players of that era than Yang Hai. Therefore, after listening to Yang Hai's narration of the whole task, he said: "I guess this task was produced by the two brothers Garlinari. Unfortunately, the Federal Central Computer is monitoring it at any time, otherwise he might be able to get some whisper from them."

Yang Hai grinned and said, "I won't mention cheating or something. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Go and take a look at the "Divine Comedy", although it may not be useful." TIGER suggested: "Garinari and his colleagues have a deep theoretical study of traditional sects. Dante's "Divine Comedy" should be the most incisive literary work of secular people's understanding of the Seven Deadly Sins." TIGER hesitated for a moment and said: "I feel that your task may be a level-breaking task, a form like Super Mary. The seven deadly sins, each level of sin, have different considerations."

Yang Hai raised the system warning sound with TIGER again.

"I was harassed very much at that time." Yang Hai complained.

"It's understandable." TIGER said: "If the seven deadly sins, each sin is epic difficulty, and the things that are compared to each sin are different. If you think about it, it's equivalent to completing seven epic tasks in a row, and if you fail, you will be determined to fail. The system must be particularly warned."

Yang Hai felt that TIGER's analysis made sense.

"But what is the reward for such a difficult task?" TIGER asked.

“Epic suit.”

"Wow!" TIGER exclaimed: "It seems that this task is quite simple."

"You go and die." Yang Hai rolled his eyes.

"Why didn't I find such a task?" TIGER said a little unfairly.

Regarding this, it is pure luck. In online games, strength is of course important, but luck is more important than strength. For example, Noah is far from the level compared to TIGER, but Noah has good luck and his hidden profession falls from the sky.

Hidden profession has always been synonymous with Niu X. Even if the demon hunter does not have a demon as a baby, he has super explosive power and a very long range. Judging from Noah's current equipment... If TIGER competes with him, it will probably be in danger. Especially if TIGER is still a cloth armor, Noah can kill him with three arrows.

However, luck is really hard to say, and complaining is useless. Isn’t it a coincidence that Yang Hai was able to receive the task of the clue of the half-snake man?

TIGER no longer struggled and said to Yang Hai: "Yesterday's WGA internal meeting set the quota for this year's genius clause. I voted in favor."

Yang Hai was immediately interested.

The genius clause is one of the draft system. The WGA stipulates that only those who are over 17 years old can participate in the draft. However, for some people who are under 17 years old and become famous at a young age, if they want to enter the professional player circle in the draft, they can only rely on one genius clause every year.

The principle of the genius clause is to be lacking than excessive. So being able to vote for TIGER means that the child is quite powerful.

"How is his level?" Yang Hai asked.

"Who can I compare with?"

“…Compare with me.”

TIGER laughed silently.

"Stop kidding, okay? Why compare with you?" said TIGER.

"I'm a newcomer too," Yang Hai defended.

"You..." TIGER shook his head: "But that little guy is quite agile. I am optimistic about his talent. Don't talk nonsense. Such a difficult task is imminent. If you don't prepare well, do you have to wait for the number to be deleted?"

Yang Hai sighed.

"The things that should be prepared are almost ready," said Yang Hai. "But there is still too little information that can be found. I have to rely on on-the-spot reaction."

TIGER shook his head when he heard this.

It was two days after he came to the Hand of Revenge again. Hetu sent a mouse to inform him, and then took him into the wall of the blood-winged ring from a remote corner.

The epic mission was about to start, and Yang Hai calmed down. It was useless to be nervous at this time. It would be better to treat it with a normal mind. Hetu and his friends were ready to remove the seal of the astral realm, and now they were almost rescued by the prophet Tidria.

This time, Yang Hai is not the only one who went there, but also two and a half snake man NPCs.

"According to my shallow understanding of the Bell Tower of Youzhu, even if you go in together, you will not meet in that soul prison, but will fight each other." Hetu said with some concern: "The Bell Tower of Youzhu is a dangerous place, but for the future of the half-snake tribe, all warriors, please give me."

Hetu brought them into the secret room of the Revenge Hand. This secret room was very small and it was already very crowded after they entered, and there was only one thing in the secret room.

It was a crystal that looked like a circle but was not very regular in shape, silver-white, and the crystal layer inside was still emitting a faint light.

"This is the soul crystallization of the prophet Tidria." Hettu explained: "The Bell Tower of the Gentile Prison suppresses the original sin of the soul to ensure the purity of the soul. Therefore, the greater the saints, the more terrifying the bell tower in their souls. In order to immortalize their souls, the prophet Tidria imprisoned all his souls in the bell tower. Warriors, this time you go to save the part of the souls that the Prophet Tidria was imprisoned. The soul guards of the Bell Tower of the Gentile Prison will not let you succeed easily - you must defeat him. Thank you again, POSEIDON, thank you for your friendship with the half-serpent tribe."

Yang Hai nodded.

"If you are ready, put your hands on this soul crystal." Hetu said, Yang Hai and the two NPCs did as they did.

Hetu began to chant a nasty spell. Yang Hai could barely tell that this was an ancient magical text. His language knowledge was not enough, so he could only hear a little bit of words.

blasphemy...the place of atonement...the cage...the prayer...

Yang Hai was still trying his best to distinguish, Hertu's chanting became higher and higher, and Yang Hai felt that he suddenly lost his vision, and Hertu's chanting suddenly became empty, as if he was listening to echoes in a valley.

The voice became more and more void, and when he regained his vision, the world had completely changed.

Above his head was a purple sky, without moon, without stars.

Behind him was a cracked land, without trees, without rivers, and even sand and stones.

There was no sound, either.

This is a dead world.

In front of him was a large shadow, swallowing all the light, making it impossible to see the things inside the shadow. Behind the shadow is another empty world.

Tidria imprisoned all his soul in this prison.

Yang Hai kind of understood the symbolic meaning of this scene.

There is no way out now, and he stepped into the shadow without hesitation.

The Youjue Bell Tower is a huge Gothic building. The central building of the main tower is a bell tower, standing out like a flock of cranes in the tower. The dial on it is elegant and classical. The large-scale clock has no time scale, and is replaced by seven characters.

Seven twisted, flower-shaped ancient magic texts:

greedy

Glutty

Lazy

pride

furious

envy

Lust

The sharp tops of the tower pointed sharply towards the sky. The color of the tower group was cold and light snow-green, the texture of the walls was like soft ice, and feathers made of lead were reflected in the purple sky, with a faint dreamlike atmosphere.

Behind the square is the bell tower, with various statues placed irregularly on the square, which can be vaguely distinguished by humans.

The construction method of the statue is very similar to the Picasso school. The facial expressions of the characters are twisted and broken, and painful emotions are about to burst out, but it seems to bring a little sweet warmth to this somewhat cold square. For some reason, Yang Hai felt that the eyes of these statues are alive.

But it was obviously dead.

Yang Hai fought a cold war.

These statues are a bit scary.

He took a deep breath and moved towards the castle step by step.

The castle has no door, but it has an entrance. It is twenty meters high and only allows one person to enter. It is pitch black inside, and it seems that a vicious beast is opening its huge mouth.

Yang Hai walked over step by step.

There is no wind, footsteps, breathing and heartbeat clearly.

All the statues seemed to be in focus, walking with him. Yang Hai even felt their eyes shooting from all directions, passing through the back of his head, through other statues, sticking to his body like a shadow, and into his soul.

The deep and light-free entrance seemed to be silently warning, roaring, or mocking.

Yang Hai couldn't feel kindness.

But he walked over step by step.

Then it disappeared into the darkness.

The bells in the main building rang out loud, and the silent world echoed.

The pointer slowly turned and stopped on the rage.

Only when you walk through the dark entrance can you see the light before you, but it is still very dark.

He didn't know which bell tower he had walked into, but there was only one road, so he could only continue walking.

It was a long, narrow road, circling up. Yang Hai imagined the towering towers outside the road, walking on the silent road. Although there were red velvet carpets in the passage, every step he took was a heavy sound of footsteps. The sound of footsteps hit the walls on both sides, and when they bounced back, it seemed particularly abrupt and stiff, and each sound would disturb his heartbeat.

Finally, he walked to the top floor of the tower and hollowed out the square walls to make the room look like it had windows.

The room was empty.

There is a stone tablet in the center of the room.
To be continued...