Chapter 477: Mountain Palace
Taking off his rain poncho, Horn took the handkerchief and wiped the rain off his face and neck.

Jeanna was still a little sleepy, her eyes were slightly swollen, and she stared at the cave behind the vines on the mountain wall not far away: "Are you sure it's safe?"

"Of course, we sent people in advance to search the entire secret passage and cave." Rafael looked back at the two demon hunters who were being held captive, "But this tunnel is a dead end, there will be no attackers."

"Dead end?" Aigalang, who was locked in handcuffs and shackles, raised his head and asked in disbelief.

Standing under the makeshift awning at the entrance of the cave, Horn looked around.

The entrance of this tunnel is where the giant spiders used to live. Currently, most of the giant spiders in Daze Township have been driven to the mountainous area.

To this day, there are still outposts next to the dredging project to prevent giant spiders from coming down the mountain to attack.

However, Halkin's giant spider farm has not made much progress so far, producing only one or two hundred yards of spider silk cloth each month.

This is not even a luxury item, but a special supply, allocated only to the decision-makers and elders of the Salvation Army.

The textile industry on Qiumu Island is still mainly based on linen and wool, and it can only barely produce and sell its own products.

"Your Majesty." Brune, who was temporarily conscripted, saluted Horn and carried the Holy Gun. "We checked again and it is indeed safe."

"Have you found any trace of Favaleri?"

"No." Gillot, who was standing next to Brune, replied, "He was very careful and left no traces."

"Okay." Horn took Jeanna's hand, "Let's go and take a look."

Walking down the wooden ladder from the edge of the cave, Horn turned around and saw rows of stalactites hanging from the ceiling.

When the light from the torch shines on the stalactites, it reflects a faint, crystal-clear yellow-green color, which is the natural crystallization of the minerals flashing.

Reaching out and touching the rock wall, Horn seemed to touch the slimy surface of the frog, which was slippery and sticky.

The flames of the resin torches danced on the wet rock walls, casting undulating shadows as if the cave itself were breathing.

Horn sniffed. The air here was unexpectedly cold and heavy, with a faint smell of rotten wood.

Could it be that this group of people escaped from this stalactite cave? How long must this stalactite cave be?

Besides, how did they prevent the giant spiders from invading?

Those giant spiders are burrowing animals, there's no reason for them to leave such a perfectly good hole unused.

"Your Majesty, please follow me."

Stepping on the cold and hard stones beneath their feet, under the guidance and protection of the Holy Gunner, Horn and his party continued to move forward and soon saw a hole that was obviously cut by humans.

"Is this it?" A Holy Gunner of the Guards pinched the back of Aigalan's neck and asked him to look up at the artificial hole in front of him.

"Haven't you walked past this several times? Ask me again, will he change?" Aigalan struggled, gritted his teeth and glared.

The Holy Gunner, who wanted to show off in front of His Majesty, was so angry that he raised his hand to slap him: "Hey, what are you doing, prisoner?"

"Alright." Armand beside him stopped him, "Don't be disrespectful in front of His Majesty."

"Mr. Aigalan?" Horn walked up to the demon hunter and raised the glowstone lantern in his hand. "Please lead the way."

Holding up the glowstone lanterns in their hands, the daylight shone into the dark cave. Aigalan, the old witcher, and several holy musketeers holding torches walked in the front.

Then came the Cheka and the military police, followed by seven or eight military police guards behind Horn.

Walking beside Horn, Jeanne and Horn held hands, ready to "Jeanne help me" at any time.

The cave is very narrow at first, so narrow that even a person can pass through with his shoulders sideways. But after walking for a distance, it becomes wider and wider.

Jeanna's white nose moved, and she seemed to smell a grassy scent.

Judging from the condensed beads on the hilt weight ball, the temperature is dropping and the moisture in the air is increasing. "Your Majesty, come this way." The Holy Gunner of the Guards at the front bowed and flattered Horn by making a gesture of invitation.

Looking at the faint blue light ahead, Horn held up the fluorescent lamp and led Jeanna out of the cave.

Behind him, Werther, Armand and Rafael followed out one after another and stood at the entrance of the cave.

After standing there for about ten seconds, Armand turned around and asked the old witcher and Aigalan who were pointing the way: "You call this a tunnel?"

The size of the "tunnel" before them was beyond everyone's expectations. There was a dome on the mountain wall more than ten meters high, and an open space in the cave with no visible boundaries.

With the area currently displayed, even the castle of Joan of Arc can be put inside.

The sound of water rushing in the underground river came to my ears, and the moss shining with faint blue light formed an ocean.

The crystals on the rock walls reflected the fluorescent moss, firelight and fluorescent stone light, and everything in sight seemed to be covered with a layer of light blue veil.

It felt like moonlight, Jeanna looked around and couldn't help thinking to herself.

Before Rafael could remind Horn, Witt behind him suddenly shouted.

"Why is there a palace here?"

Following Witt's gaze, Horn was also surprised.

Under the towering rock wall, there is actually a half-palace built or even embedded in the rock wall.

The style of this palace is very peculiar, neither the Guairese style nor the modern classical Gothic style.

But this form was similar to the illustrations in some ancient scriptures Horn had seen, but he could not remember what it was.

But why did he always feel that it was not built on the rock wall, but was neatly cut in half by something and then glued to the rock wall.

Or is the palace still half hidden in the rock wall?
Otherwise, there is no way to explain why it would build such a half column.

Horn was not the only one who felt this way. Jeanne also looked up at the palace. Although she had been inspected, she still felt a palpitation.

"........."

In a daze, I seemed to hear a strange whisper in my ears again.

Just like the whispers she heard when Horn was visited by the Holy Father that day, she thought it was the Holy Lord who was talking to her...

wrong!

Jeanna's face changed and she immediately took out a sip of tranquilizer from her pocket. She closed her eyes and waited for a while, and the whispering disappeared.

Opening her eyes and looking at Horn's back, Jeanna immediately realized that she had to remind Horn.

"Brother...Brother, brother?" Pushing Horn's shoulder, Jeanna actually saw the same confusion on Horn's face as she had just seen.

"Nothing, I was distracted." Horn shook his head and cleared his mind of distracting thoughts. "Rafael, are you sure it's safe here? I want to go up and take a look."

"There is no living creature, Your Majesty, but I am afraid of any emergency." Rafael looked at Horn who was eager to try, "The three counties and eleven villages of the Papal States are still on your shoulders. If those murals could not be copied or pried away, I would not want you to take the risk."

“Is there anything strange about those murals?”

"We are sure that this palace is from ancient times. The murals in the palace contain an introduction to the life of the Holy Lord..."

"A-choo! A-choo! A-choo!" Armand sneezed several times in a row due to the damp and cold air. He wiped his nose with a handkerchief. "What's so strange about this? Is it because there is only half of the palace and something is missing?"

Rafael took a deep breath and said, "It's not less, it's more..."

(End of this chapter)