GBP Chapter 223 The Mysterious Stone Tablet, the Black Box
Chapter 223 The Mysterious Stone Tablet, the Black Box
Scattered on it were countless white bones. Some bones had weathered, becoming fragile and yellowish, but most bones still retained their complete shape, as if they had just died.
Scattered among the bones were various weapons, including spears, swords, shields, and arrows, but these weapons were all rusty and some were even broken.
Many fragments of armor can still be seen on the ground, covered with dents and cracks, as if they had been through countless battles.
Continuing to advance over the bones, Mo Ming discovered several dilapidated buildings around the battlefield, resembling ancient command posts or watchtowers, but they had long since collapsed and turned into piles of ruins.
Faded runes and patterns can still be seen on the walls of the building, seemingly some kind of ancient symbol. Scattered bones and weapons in the ruins testify to the intensity of the battle.
In the very center of these ruins stands a massive bronze stele.
The stone tablet was made of a dark brown rock, and when Mo Ming shone a luminous jade on it, he found that its surface emitted a strange dark red light.
The red light was not always visible, but appeared and disappeared intermittently, flowing like blood through the runes on the stone tablet. The runes even seemed to have a certain rhythm of breathing, which contrasted perfectly with the gloomy atmosphere around them.
The surface of the stone tablet is covered with dense ancient characters, which are as complex and twisted as crawling worms. Even with Mo Ming's extraordinary eyesight, it is still difficult to decipher the specific meaning of these characters.
Even more bizarrely, when Mo Ming stared at these words, they seemed to move slowly, as if trying to convey some kind of information in another form, and even made people feel that they were watching you.
These words were deeply engraved into the stone tablet, with many irregular cracks between them. The black gaps resembled hideous wounds, exuding a strong, chilling aura, as if the stone tablet itself had endured endless pain and malice.
The top of the stone tablet features a low relief, which is exceptionally realistic. It depicts a huge demon with twelve eyes, each of which is wide open, yet empty and terrifying, as if it were sucking the person gazing at it into the abyss of despair.
The demon's mouth was wide open, as if it were roaring, and its sharp teeth looked as if it might suddenly leap off the carving and pounce on a person.
Even more chilling is that the demon in the relief has something like chains wrapped around its limbs and neck, but these chains seem to have been broken off and are hanging down in disarray, vaguely suggesting that it may be breaking free of its restraints and waiting for an opportunity to resume its brutality.
On the base of the stele, there are some strange carvings, which seem to depict some kind of ancient sacrificial scene. Warriors around the carvings are kneeling on the ground, seemingly praying or offering sacrifices to the monster at the top.
As he approached the stone tablet, Mo Ming felt an extremely heavy sense of oppression. This oppression was different from the direct combat threat of a powerful enemy; instead, it felt like a twisted soul trying to invade his body.
He could even faintly hear low sobs, like countless souls trapped in the stone tablets struggling to survive, and these sounds constantly shook people's minds, arousing inexplicable fear and anxiety.
If you get closer, you'll feel a tightness in your chest, as if your whole body is resisting the eerie power emanating from the stone tablet, while the scattered bones under your feet seem to be silently telling the story of the price of getting close to the stone tablet.
The stone tablet is like a warning, reminding intruders not to cross the line, yet it is also like a trap, luring people closer and releasing the buried secrets completely.
"This is fucking weird!" Just seeing the contents of this stone tablet sent chills down Mo Ming's spine, and he immediately turned away from it.
The entire battlefield was filled with an atmosphere of desolation and death, and the air seemed to echo with faint shouts and the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses, making one's heart tremble.
Although the light from the luminous jade dispelled some of the darkness, more areas remained hidden in shadow. Mo Ming had no doubt that even greater dangers and strange occurrences lurked in those shadows.
The reliefs on the walls, the bones and weapons on the ground, the ruins of the surrounding buildings, and the bronze stele in the center of the battlefield together create a space filled with a sense of history and danger.
This place seems to be the site of a fierce battle hundreds of years ago, and the truth of that battle seems to have been buried in this desolate ruin over time.
Standing in this desolate ancient battlefield, holding the bronze Demon-Suppressing Sword, following the faint senses of the sword, Mo Ming cast his gaze toward the ruins of a dilapidated building in the distance.
The Demon-Suppressing Sword trembled slightly in his hand, as if responding to some kind of summons.
Mo Ming frowned and muttered to himself, "It's over there..." He cautiously walked toward the dilapidated building, with Xiong Da following closely behind.
The building has completely collapsed, with only some crooked stone pillars remaining, and most of the remaining carvings on the walls have been blurred by the passage of time.
The ground was littered with rubble, rotten wood, and scattered weapons and armor, with tattered battle flags strewn everywhere. Mo Ming stopped outside the building, took a deep breath, and used his foot to clear away a few smaller stones, sensing the power fluctuations of the bronze demon-suppressing sword in his hand.
“Right down here,” Mo Ming said in a low voice, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
His gaze was sharp as a knife, scanning the suspicious areas in the ruins, while the trembling of the sword became more and more intense, and the attraction of that power became more and more obvious.
Mo Ming turned to look at Xiong Da and said in a deep voice, "Get to work and clear these things out."
With a low growl, Xiong Da immediately strode forward, grabbed the mountain of rubble with his enormous bear paws, and swiftly swung them left and right.
With each strike, pebbles and tiles flew everywhere, dust filled the air, and a low, resounding thud echoed. Although Xiong Da's movements seemed rough, every swing was incredibly precise.
Mo Ming stood to one side, the luminous jade in his hand illuminating the ruins. He warily looked around; the spreading dust made the heavy deathly aura in the air even more pronounced, as if something was lurking in the surrounding darkness, watching them.
"Almost there," Mo Ming muttered to himself, his breathing slightly rapid, the vibrations from the sword making his palms sweat. He knew they were approaching something of paramount importance.
It's very likely what he had in mind.
Finally, after Xiong Da lifted the last layer of covering ruins, a strange object appeared under the cold light of the luminous jade!
An ancient bronze box, engraved with intricate runes, lay quietly among the rubble.
The box was engraved with dense incantations around its sides. The lines seemed to hold life within them and emitted a faint red light, as if they were still faintly operating and trying to stop something.
The clasp on top of the box was rusted, but a carving of a roaring dragon could still be vaguely made out. Despite the box's weathered appearance, the aura it exuded made Mo Ming's heart race.
"What is this...? It doesn't even look like a fragment of bronze."