Bologue’s head was aching sowhat. His intention today was simply to inquire with Serey to see if he could acquire so useful information from him. Serey was very resistant, he went straight into the room and fell sound asleep, followed by Wei’Er and Bode, who spoke so strange words about "aura."
Regarding this part, Bologue was already sowhat confused about the situation; Sai Zong’s invitation followed closely, like consecutive heavy hamrs, bit by bit shattering common sense.
Eyes of Eternal Fury? Sin of Wrath?
The intelligence Sai Zong spoke of was very simple, just a title, a na, an attribution of power. Yet this simplistic information, after passing through Bologue’s mind, was transford by him into countless complex possibilities, and a singular event developnt line diverged into countless threads at this mont, like a flourishing giant tree, each branch being an unknown possibility.
"I intended to continue hiding, just like in the past years."
Bologue stepped into the darkness, Sai Zong’s voice erged beside his ear, and imdiately the room door behind Bologue closed, plunging everything into absolute darkness.
"Did I catch your attention?" Bologue asked the darkness.
"Hmm, but to be precise, it’s the aura you carry."
Aura, again it’s aura.
"Does it have anything to do with the Vengeful Saw Axe?" Bologue was puzzled, "That’s rely a strange Contract Object."
"It is not that simple as just being a Contract Object."
Sai Zong’s voice was suddenly right behind Bologue, close at hand.
As the voice sounded, Sai Zong gently patted Bologue’s shoulder, and as Bologue turned his head, the surrounding darkness dissipated, and the view completely brightened.
Sai Zong still wore a cold expression, clad in that comical puppet costu, incongruent with everything around, but the more he was like this, the more Bologue realized the Devil and the Undead’s capricious whims and eerie spirits.
Seeing the surroundings brightly illuminated, Bologue inspected closely, he guessed here should be Sai Zong’s room. But when the scene truly ca into view, Bologue couldn’t help but hold his breath.
There were no familiar luxurious decorations, no large bedroom enough to sleep several people, Bologue wasn’t standing on shiny marble floors but on rough gray plate bricks, surrounded by flickering candlelight, whose glow barely outlined the objects, unable to clear the shadowy corners.
"Is this your room?"
Bologue inhaled, a faint musty sll hit his nose, indicating that it had been stored here for many years, and on the high stone walls, so gray stains slowly spread from the top, revealing the relentless devastation of ti.
"An armory?"
As Bologue posed the question, his gaze swept over many objects.
In the center of the armory sat a huge exhibition platform, crafted from gold-inlayed tal, extrely ornate in shape, surrounded by slightly dim-colored armor and helts, adorned with feathers and additional gear, they’re well-maintained, slick and shiny, without a hint of rust, only bearing scars witnessing their glory.
Long cabinets were situated under the stone walls, spears and spearheads mounted on racks, light reflecting off their blades, allying together to form an endless spectrum against the gray stone walls.
For a fetishist like Bologue, this place was simply heaven to him.
Looking up, many swords and firearms hung from the towering walls, these weapons played different roles at distinct historical periods.
Several swords were engraved with Crosses and saint symbols, indicating they were once used to defend faith and churches, wielded by knights in major battles, so firearms stamped with royal emblems and Knight Order insignias, proving their participation in battles across vast lands, witnessing bravery and fidelity.
Bologue murmured, "These are all your collection."
"They’re not artifacts but weapons truly steeped in blood throughout history."
ntioning these collections, Sai Zong’s emotions rarely showed a change, seemingly prideful.
For a mont, Bologue temporarily forgot his earlier conversation with Sai Zong, and the intelligence about Sin of Wrath, as if lured, he reached out to touch piece by piece of the exhibits.
Then atop the piled weapons, Bologue saw the weapon at the apex of the pyramid.
It wasn’t so kind of ornate and lethal blade, nor a Long Spear piercing through all armor, but a pile of scattered crude stone objects.
A stone hamr crudely connected by wood and stone, a stone spearhead sharpened to a point, a stone knife with a sharp edge.
These extrely primitive weapons possessed pitiful lethality, not even qualifying as artifacts, yet they were positioned at the pinnacle among the weapons.
"This is not a weapon collection room."
Bologue seed to understand what Sai Zong was thinking, he suddenly looked at Sai Zong and questioned, "This is a ’war’ collection."
Sai Zong showed a satisfied smile, for him, such a shift in mood was quite rare.
As if to verify the correctness of Bologue’s guess, the candlelight brightened considerably, and the once dark corners also beca clear.
Bologue saw stone cannonballs and small cannons, roughly short in form, hanging by iron hooks on the wall with their barrels, as the view continued to stretch out, space seed distorted, and the armory suddenly beca endless, the darkness receded like the tide, revealing rows of field artillery, tanks, bombers...
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