Chapter 1270 Sharpen your weapon (second update)

The Emperor's exchange with Stephen Strange did not last long. To be precise, there was no communication at all. The words he said to Sherlock Holmes were not repeated to the doctor. He just glanced at Stephen Strange who was studying from a distance, and then left without looking back.

There are more important problems in this world that need to be solved than Stephen Strange's troubles. The reason why the two Wardens and Praetorians have been staying in the dungeon deep in the Himalayas is to guard those Dangerous objects capable of destroying entire civilizations.

A stone slab with a seal engraved on it was buried deep in the deepest part of the dungeon. This thing existed long before the establishment of Kama Taj. A large part of the reason for the establishment of Kama Taj was the Supreme Mage Agamotto at the time. Guard this thing. In addition to the wardens and guards, the guards here also have several guards that even Modu has never seen before.

These people wrapped themselves tightly in thick black robes, and even their eyes were not exposed. Outsiders had no way of knowing the gender, age and other information of these guards. The guards, hung with incense burners, talismans, and parchment prayer scrolls, followed closely behind the Wardens' Praetorian Guards, who wore golden pauldrons of eagles on a black background. Since the Supreme Mage slowly handed over authority, the control of these guards has also been handed over to the emperor. The emperor in turn handed over the authority of the dungeon guards to the wardens and guards, and moved in a large number of technological products to build a more rigorous monitoring system.

As Karma Taj worked over the years, the number of prisoners deep in the dungeon grew.

They include a silver cross key with Arabic vines; a stone spearhead stained with blood; a black palm covered with black hair and white maggots; a woman wearing a cheongsam and holding a fan to cover her face; a book A notebook with a tattered and dirty surface and signed by Randolph Carter; a strange and terrifying portrait of a ghoul; a group of nanorobots that are constantly proliferating; a volume that contains indescribable screams from the depths of the universe, carrying the ability to spread on a large scale a mental meme and self-aware audio tape (that may jump up and hit someone); a crude gold crown forged by the Deep Ones, inscribed with wild blasphemies; a half-rotten, tanned leather-like A tough-skinned, foul-smelling humanoid creature with a deformed skull sprouting densely packed spines that pierce the skin to form a bony skull crown.

These are smaller prisoners. It is said that the Supreme Mage also fished out a sleeping giant creature from the deep sea and imprisoned it in a seal underground in the Himalayas. After the emperor took over, he began to arrange new imprisonment equipment and surveillance systems to ensure that Those things that can destroy the world will not escape. There are now more than 400 prisoners inside the dungeon, and every prisoner here has the ability to independently destroy a civilization and set off a storm of destruction. This time the emperor came to Kama Taj to witness that a sun stone transported from Peru to the Himalayas was put into a dungeon and sealed forever. This Sunstone is more than a timeline for awakening extradimensional beings, a codex of bloody rituals that Karma Taj must keep anyone away from.

Mordo refused to follow the Emperor and the Praetorian Guard into the dungeon.

He stood far in front of the arched door carved from obsidian, and vaguely heard bursts of creepy and strange cries coming from the lightless passage. The brazier was clearly lit, but the light seemed to be contained and unable to shine. One meter away, the inside of the passage was still dark. This passage extending all the way down is several kilometers long. Entering it is likely to encounter crises such as lack of oxygen. Just walking through it is no less than climbing the most difficult mountain in the world.

Even after living in Kama Taj for a long time, Mordo rarely came to this place. This was different from those occasional exorcisms held in the countryside. The things in the dungeon were weaker than those occasionally summoned to the material universe. The spirit body is much more terrifying, and no matter how curious Modu is, he will not actively seek death. What's more, no one knows whether he needs to cleanse his memory after entering this dungeon. For those who have entered the dungeon, cleaning memories is a means of protection rather than confidentiality. Modu does not think that his mind can withstand that kind of indescribable terror.

"What to do with these people?" Modu pointed at the slaves who were carrying the sun stone. The tightly wrapped guard was beating them with a whip. Modu knew that these people were scum found by the emperor from various battlefields. No matter what the fate of these people, they were not worthy of regret. In fact, anyone with a simple sense of justice would long for it after hearing about the crimes committed by these people. Kill this person. "Servant? It's better to be a servitor. This kind of punishment is not comparable to their crimes."

"Servant." The emperor nodded, "All procedures must be cleaned once, and the frontal lobe of the biological brain must also be removed. Please sort out the files. My imperial guards are busy processing those old seals. Last time How long did it take to sort that stuff out?”

"Records show that it has not been repaired since approximately the time Constantinople was captured."

"We are so lucky to be able to stand here and breathe." The emperor waved his hand, motioning for Hammurabi and Amun to follow him. The drone flew slowly in front of them and illuminated the stone steps under their feet. The emperor stretched out his hand and motioned for a guard to walk in front with a key. "When I come back, we will establish a rotation system. At least every year we have to see if there are any problems. This is called being responsible, not looking for trouble. Oh, about the crying you heard, it may be the ghost musician I recruited …”

"Ha! I didn't expect you to be joking at a time like this."

"Be optimistic." The Sun Stone was slowly moved into the passage by the slaves. Before the dungeon door was closed, the emperor still kept smiling, "We are still alive, aren't we?"

Mordo shrugged and said nothing.

Twenty minutes later, Modu, who was still staying in place, felt the ground beneath his feet begin to tremble, and the rocks around him floated, as if gravity could not restrain them. Until then, Mordo was sure that the emperor had entered the dungeon and opened the first door of the dungeon. Year after year of spellcasting and the nature of the prisoners have made the dungeon a place that cannot be understood by human common sense and intuition. Thick rock formations cannot prevent the spread of supernatural phenomena. Infinitely spiraling stairs and elusive prisons are the most common. A sight to behold, and sometimes those who enter the dungeon find themselves walking down a corridor that never ends. This weird terrain is also the best defense for underground dungeons in the Himalayas. There is no accurate map in the world that can depict the exact path to the depths of the dungeon. There are only irregular patterns summed up by the watchers for generations. experience of.

When you see two lit braziers, turn right.

When you see three extinguished braziers, turn left.

Hear the twelve bells and take ten steps. Hear thirteen bells and walk eight steps.

Almost all judgment methods are similar to the above, but the emperor doesn't care about this pattern at all. He sends a large number of drones to explore all passages, move along all known routes and draw a three-dimensional picture, trying to draw a Complete and accurate map. The person responsible for analysis is not a silicon-based chip but a flesh-and-blood body. The data sent back by the drone will be analyzed and organized by a specially cultivated biochemical brain, and then a conclusion will be provided to the user. This disposable wetware can understand and process Some surreal data, hence why the Emperor would use something that seems quite inhumane to map the dungeon.

No one will have a problem with that.

The guards had long since lost their humanity, and the Praetorian Guards never considered this a problem.

"If possible, can you let me lead the way?" The emperor walked at the front, minding his own business. "I believe that a few friends in the dungeon can tell me some secrets that I have always wanted to know."

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