It's almost like witnessing the scene of a Hell Church sacrifice.
Too tragic to look at.
In the vast space behind the door, everywhere the eye can see—the walls, ceiling, floor—are covered with countless twisted markings painted in blood...
Like murals drawn in madness, or things written with the last hope in despair...
Yet it's hard to discern what's actually written.
All the handwriting has been completely distorted.
Only the laughter, like hallucinations, echoes around, sending shivers down the spine.
Huai Shi tightly grips the Resentment Water, glances around, and even though detection equipment has found the presence of air outside, he still doesn't dare to remove the heavy defenses.
Is all this an illusion or something else?
He cannot determine.
But what Garandor said was indeed correct—the Gate of the Kingdom, being the furthest from the central engine's outflow layer, is the safest place.
Everyone knows.
Including the alchemists on Helios.
