HPDBC Chapter 328: 342: The Square
Chapter 328: 342: The Square
Chapter 328: Chapter 342: The Square
As the group passed through a gorge-like path, the city suddenly cleared before them. The twisted, bizarre towers were blocked behind by some invisible boundary, revealing a vast square reminiscent of the Twin Bridges Town arena.
But the square was not empty. In front of them lay countless shacks, tents, and dugouts. The surfaces of these temporary structures were covered with filthy grease, and the ground flowed with pus that was a mix of yellow and green. The air smelled like a hundred goblins who fed only on rats were farting at the same time, brutally punishing those foolish enough to take a deep breath.
In the center of these low buildings stood a huge statue depicting a female figure wrapped in a shroud-like plain cloth, her body alluring and her arms slightly spread. The fluttering edges of the cloth, the subtly visible body, and the well-defined curves were so realistic. The only part not depicted was the head of the statue, which was covered by layers of cloth, making it impossible to glimpse her true face.
Lancelot knew without guessing that this statue was whoever — Androlina’s supposed owner, one of the most ancient Demons of the Bottomless Abyss, “Mother of Demons” Cang Ye.
As he was examining the statue, a small bamboo slip in his mind suddenly emitted a ‘ding’ sound, bringing Lancelot back to his senses. He then realized that his condition had seemed rather strange. He turned his head to his companions and found everyone in a dazed state, as if the statue possessed some magic power that irresistibly drew their attention.
He cleared his throat, his voice containing a hint of True Yuan. This method caused a slight sting to listeners, which according to Bruto, felt like having a leg hair plucked. Of course, it did no real harm, but it was enough to jolt those who heard it from their daze.
The group, their senses restored, noticeably changed in expression and hurriedly averted their eyes, daring not to look again. Acheron tilted his head and mumbled curiously,
“That statue has stood here for I don’t know how many centuries, but it never had such sinister traits before...”
“Maybe it’s because of that.”@@@@
Lancelot pointed to the base of the statue, where there lay an altarpiece surrounded by burning candles and freshly slaughtered offerings. It wasn’t strange for Gaomendikolia, the center of worship for Cang Ye, to have such an installation, but there was a giant sign next to it written in Abyssal language with three big characters: Recruitment Office; and the stone table below was crowded with various Demons, their fanatic demeanor hard to say unrelated to the statue.
“Uh, sorry.” Lancelot hurriedly climbed off him, the movement causing the elf to scream in pain again. The others gathered around quickly, with Koula pouring a potion into his mouth, while Alamir under the cover of his companions, released a divine art of healing, managing to stabilize the poor Elven Ranger after a while.
“Thanks for saving my life.” Acheron, with the help of others, got back on his feet, “It was my fault, if I had been smashed into a pancake, even Resurrection Art couldn’t bring me back.”
“Don’t mention it.” Lancelot shook his head, then turned to look at the cage, “What exactly is this thing for?”
“This is an elevator, used to lift people up.” The Elven Ranger walked into the cage and, seeing that no one followed him, he turned and asked with some confusion, “What are you waiting for? Come on up.”
“Uh...” The Dwarf looked at him hesitantly, “Are you sure you didn’t forget any other steps?”
“Although I’m very unaccustomed to the various facilities in the city, I’m sure I didn’t forget anything this time.” Acheron fumbled on the edge of the cage, “Ah, found it! Here is the pull ring, just pull it and we will...”
The cage rapidly ascended with the elf inside, leaving the astonished others behind.
“He’s an Elven General, right?” Bruto slanted a glance at another elf in the team, “Or some prince of Seren?”
“Um... In the Elven clan, a General is just an honorary title, mostly associated with his princely status. Every Elven warrior is very clear about what they should do on the battlefield and doesn’t really need a General to command... at least in my world.” Alamir explained awkwardly, “I’m sure he has a way to correct this little accident, so we’d better stand further back, that cage might drop down again anytime, don’t you think...”
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