Traveling through the heavens and worlds from Marvel

A night of silence, a night of peace, and a night of good dreams!

Shortly after dawn the next day, the two men woke up from their respective tents.

After Degas saw Mark, his eyes became a little more tender, and his face was full of smiles, "Good morning"!

"morning."

Mark stretched out and replied politely. Looking at Degas, who was smiling like a flower, he slowly became wary again.

What does this woman want to do? She seemed to be trying to seduce herself last night.Could it be that you didn't succeed last night and want to continue today?

Will the good things in the dream happen again in reality?

No, we cannot say that having a nightmare means that the dream is the opposite of reality, and having a pleasant dream means that the dream is a harbinger of reality.

It seems that I have to be careful in the future.

Don’t even know if you’ve been arranged.

But when I turned around and thought about it, how could a Martian princess fall in love with an Earthling?

Mark also had a formulaic smile on his face.

Perfunctory, extremely perfunctory!

The river winds like a dragon, with steep rocks on both sides. The river is as green and white as jade, and the mist on the water is like ice. The two of them canoe leisurely.

"It is recorded in ancient books that this place turned out to be a boundless sea."

On the raft, Degas looked at the river winding under the cliff and couldn't help but sigh.

She basically lived in Shirem City for the first 20 years, and even when she traveled, she always took an airship.

She has been dedicated to studying the ninth ray, and it is not without the idea of ​​​​recreating the grand occasion of Barsoom in ancient books.

Especially in the past few days, I followed Mark and traveled lightly on horseback. I had a different experience and my thoughts became more determined.

And in the desert on the cliff, under the distant sky, a cloud of dust came closer and closer, and Dak led his army and rushed over.

Mark didn't know anything about it, and even if he did, he didn't care much.

The current of the Ys River is not fast, the raft travels smoothly, and the river gradually becomes wider.

After passing several consecutive Gulf Streams, and then walking several tens of meters again, it suddenly became clear that a large lake appeared in front of us.

The lake is hundreds of meters wide and its depth is unknown. In the middle of the lake is a huge tree-like building.

The tree is more than [-] meters tall, the same height as the cliffs on both sides.

From a distance, it looks like a natural wonder made of stone.

But Mark knew that it was not a stone. This tree-shaped building was the temple of Issus composed of the ninth ray.

"The Gate of Ys has arrived!"

Degas looked at the majestic Gate of Ys devoutly, and then made another gesture of worship.

She had only seen the drawings of the Gate of Ys in books before. Now that she could see it with her own eyes this time, of course she had to worship it.

Although the Gate of Ys in front of me is smaller than what is recorded in the book, its appearance is exactly the same.

"Why don't you worship the Gate of Ys?"

Degas questions Mark, the so-called descendant of the Temple Guard of Issus.

"Why should I worship a building?"

Mark retorted, of course.

"Of course you want to worship Issus. Why do you want to worship her temple? You are really weird."

Regardless of whether it's justified or not, as long as the sound is loud, that's all.

Degas was also choked and speechless.

But in my heart, I increasingly disapproved of Mark's identity as a descendant of the temple's guardians.

She secretly made up her mind to reveal Mark's true face.

It is clearly recorded in the book that worshiping Issus must begin outside the temple.

Mark didn’t even know this, so what he said must be false.

Then laugh at him.

Who let him lie?

(Mark: That was made up by Thane to lie to you. Besides, his family has always lived in seclusion, and he doesn’t know about the changed rules outside~)

"Then what do we do next?"

Degas clasped his hands around his chest, shaking Mark so hard that his eyes hurt.

Mark only told Degas that he was coming to the Gate of Ys, but he didn't say what he was doing here.

That's why she asked this question.

"What to do, of course we go in."

Mark turned his attention to the Ys Temple and looked at the top of the temple.

Well, my eyes are much better.

"Then how should we get in, and what will we do after we get in? And..."

"Why have you become such a curious baby? Just watch quietly, I won't abandon you."

Before Degas could finish asking, he was directly interrupted by Mark.

Mark also withdrew his gaze, walked to Dejia in two steps, and reached out to hug her.

She was even forced to take a small step back by Mark's sudden movement.

But there was only so much space on the raft, so where could she escape to?

Hey~

Seriously.

"What do you want?"

Degas was a little confused by Mark's breath and movements so close to him.

"Take you in, what are you doing?"

Mark also couldn't understand Degas's movements and expressions at this time.But he still said impatiently,

"Hurry up, don't waste time."

Degas also knew that he was a little sensitive. How could he treat her on the boat...

Degas' face, being hugged by the princess, was still a little rosy, but it was just hard to notice.

Mark hugged Degas and jumped hard on the boat. The raft was directly stepped into the water by the sudden force and floated up again.

Mark and Mark also landed firmly on the top of the Gate of Ys.

There is a large flat surface on the top,

It's like it's made of various branches intertwined and cut out neatly by a gardener.

Mark put Degas down and took out the silver medal.

The moment Mark stepped on the platform, the silver medal slowly glowed. The blue light even flowed along the relief on its surface, and then ran along Mark's body into the building at his feet.

The slight disappointment in Degas' heart was also confused by the strange situation that appeared in front of him.

"How is this going?"

Degas was puzzled. The curious baby came and went.

"Shh~"

Mark motioned for Degas to be quiet.

"Just watch."

The blue light in the silver medal is like a key, activating the Ys Gate under your feet. More and more blue lights appear, rising and dying along the branches of the building.

The building changed. The platform in front of Mark and the two of them shrank downwards, forming a step. At the end of the step was a doorless hole, which seemed to invite the two of them to enter.

Children, come and play~

The entrance of the hole seems to have been melted by the ninth ray. After the ninth ray is transmitted, these branch-like substances transform and disappear like a machine, forming this channel.

"Let's go."

Mark took the lead and walked down.

According to the plot in the movie, there is no danger here.

Mark came here for the knowledge about the ninth ray.

Degas was his vehicle for acquiring this knowledge.

From the moment the two people entered, blue light has been floating on the cave wall around them, flowing forward.

It's like guiding the way, and it's also like lighting.

It's quite humane, knowing that they are both creatures who rely on their eyes to see the way.

Give it a thumbs up.

The two of them, Mark, walked into the depths in silence. As expected, they didn't encounter anything dangerous along the way.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the entrance to the cave had long since disappeared, and the two of them came to a place that looked like a hall.

The blue light on the surrounding walls was a bit dim, and I could only barely make out that it was about thirty square meters. There was also a sculpture in front of the front wall, a female sculpture.

Issus!

But what caught Mark's attention the most was a place on the ground in the middle of the hall that shone with a dazzling blue light.

It was a groove, shaped like the outline of the silver medal in his hand.

This has been arranged.

But now that we have reached this point, what else can we do? We must continue.

Mark put the silver medal on it.