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the  will  of  the  ingenuous  aspirants  who  usually  dare  to  cross  the  Threshold,  are  mounted,
               lurking, in the endless longitude of the sinister corridor. But none of such tricks could stop to
               those who were beyond the senses; those who only listened the Voice of the Pure Blood; to
               whom their determination had taken to fight in Heaven.
                      The Kassite vanguard had already traveled a longitude of two fields when the tunnel
               ended  abruptly  opening  in  three  halls,  one  next  to  the  other,  in  which  entrances  large
               inscriptions in many languages allowed to know that they were in the «Temple of ignorance
               and apprenticeship» or in the «Temple of the Fraternity» or in the «Temple of Wisdom». The
               first  hall  was  empty,  except  for  an  altar  with  the  hated  symbols  of  Enlil.  The  second  one
               possessed  two  altars  and  two  enormous  columns  of  basalt  on  its  entrance.  The  third  one
               consisted in a sumptuous altar and with a coffin and, wall and roof gravens, the most obscene
               and accursed symbols that no one could conceive without losing the reason. And in all the halls
               were  rich  carpets  and  tapestries  covering  floors  and  walls;  and  aromatic  incenses  that
               impregnated  the  space,  softly  illuminated  by  many  oil  lamps.  The  three  halls,  so  curiously
               decorated,  constituted,  undoubtedly,  an  unused  spectacle  to  those  skilled  warriors  who
               minutes before were in a humble city of the desert. However, these strange ambiences could
               not be appropriately appreciated by the Kassites because the struggle started as soon as they
               passed through the first hall. There a group of «Guardians of the Threshold» Hiwa Anakim,
               similar to those who Nimrod decapitated moments before, were closing them the path.
                      Even by their fierce appearance, and be quite big in size, those monsters of the black
               magic are not very effective in the fight. They have born from copulation between the Traitor
               Gods and the females of the animal-man in the ceremony of the Shabbat, which is very ancient,
               from  the  age  in  which  those  practices  destroyed  the  Atlantis.  Thousands  of  such  demonic
               beings live in Chang Shambhala (or Kampala or Dejung, etc.), they are completely idiots and
               serve in the «Armies» of the Great White Fraternity. However, there are people more idiot than
               the Hiwa Anakim: they are who believe them to be «Angels» or «aliens».
                      The Guardians surrounded the old semi-naked bald man, of yellow race, who seemed to
               be an inhabitant of the distant Kunlun Mountains. He had in his hand a Dordje or Scepter of
               Power, this is a powerful transducer that permits to operate as a «key» or «trigger» in the entire
               great resonant machinery that is the material Universe. The Scepter, a rod of spherical head
               made of stone, emitted a reddish ray that hit the chest of the General Ninurta throwing him
               fulminated to the floor. But the enemy had no chance to rejoice of this hit because an accurate
               arrow traversed the heart of the yellow Demon provoking, such extraordinary response, great
               confusion amongst the Hiwa Anakim. Now the clash became inevitable; while some Demons
               dragged  the  corpse  of  the  old  man  to  the  «Hall  of  the  Apprenticeship»,  others  were  going,
               swords in hand, towards the Kassites warriors. A rain of magical arrows fell over them, but in
               such  reduced  place,  soon,  the  distance  became  shorter  and  they  had  to  fight  hand-to-hand.
               Riddled Demons had already fallen and others didn’t delay to follow them by the effect of the
               Kassite’s  swords.  Nimrod  opened  a  clear  space  between  the  attackers  and,  followed  by  his
               squadron, he passed to the next hall. There the struggle became fierce and was seen that the
               number of Demons was high.
                      But Nimrod was ecstatic. He had distinguished, through the second hall, a resplendent
               personage, who was coming to the attack. He was peering for moments through the Temple
               Wisdom  from  a  door  that  seemed  to  have  access  to  a  large  courtyard,  but  after  screaming

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