diskusbooks Chapter 222 Underground Corridor 3
Chapter 222 Underground Corridor 3
Chapter 222 Underground Corridor 3
"Old Ethan, why can't they move or cast spells?"
Caesar walked into the hole in the wall and looked at the seven terrified and unable to move magicians, and couldn't help but become curious.
"Kid, this is a pool of magic. If their spells detonate this pool of magic, we'll both be blown to pieces. Go, kill them all. Don't use spells, use magic blades!"
Experienced old Ethan quickly cast a spell, and an arcane shield shining with purple light instantly enveloped Kaisas. This shield was like an indestructible protective wall, ensuring that Kaisas could safely enter the arcane barrier without being affected by it.
Protected by the arcane shield, Caesars walked forward with a determined stride. At the same time, he deftly pulled out a dagger emitting a dark golden glow from his dimensional ring. This dagger was clearly no ordinary item; its blade was incredibly sharp, gleaming with a chilling glint.
To minimize the blood from staining his spoils, Caesars struck with lightning speed, his dagger piercing the seven magicians' foreheads with unerring precision. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he gave the blade a gentle jolt. This seemingly simple jolt contained immense power, instantly shattering the magicians' brains.
At this moment, Old Ethan, who had been watching closely, decisively lifted the arcane barrier. His sharp eyes began to carefully scan the area around the magic pool, not missing any potential hidden dangers.
As Old Ethan lifted the arcane barrier, the seven bodies, still standing, collapsed to the ground almost simultaneously. Caesars, already prepared, sprang into action, deftly collecting the precious spoils left behind by the magicians. He first picked up the scattered wands, each crafted from fine materials and inlaid with magical gems, imbued with powerful magical power. He then removed the storage rings worn by the magicians, each one filled with countless rare magical items and treasures. He then collected exquisite magical jewelry, ornate magic robes, and other equipment.
The puppy nearby, unfazed by the treasures scattered across the floor, rushed straight to the magic pool and eagerly jumped in. Then, opening its mouth, it drank deeply from the pool's rich magic. Only when its belly was so full it could no longer hold any more did it finally, contentedly, climb out of the pool.
"Kaisas, you guard that iron gate from now on and don't let anything disturb me! I'm going to start activating the portal. The magic pool is too big and I can't take it away by myself. I need two old guys to help!" Old Ethan shouted to Kaisas with a serious expression.
Portal, that is a unique skill mastered by the Archmage, elemental mages do not have such a skill. Elemental energy does not have spatial properties, only arcane energy has this property.
Arcane, like shadow, comes from the vast void.
The bright purple arcane, like a brilliant purple cloud, was both beautiful and fraught with danger. Within the purple arcane energy, even brighter and more dazzling lightning flashed. This lightning represented the arcane's spatial properties. Centered around the upright oval, it began to extend outward, slicing through the surrounding space.
As Old Ethan's lengthy spell was being chanted, the oval passage of the portal began to take shape, with some blurry scenes appearing inside.
Far away, near the magic pool of Frostcrown, the magical holy tower in the crater, a similar portal was being constructed. Krasus and Destro had already sensed the violent fluctuations of arcane energy. The two old elves hurried to the underground magic pool, where the scene within the portal had become clearly visible.
"The magic pool next to Old Ethan is so huge!" Crassus exclaimed.
"He wants us to help. There's too much magic power, and he can't bring it all back. Crassus, let's immediately build a magic siphon array and draw all the magic power over there!"
Destro knew what old Ethan meant at a glance. He took out the materials for setting up the siphon array from the space ring, and Crassus also hurriedly constructed the array.
After more than ten seconds, the portal was completed and Old Ethan stopped casting spells. At this moment, something strange happened. The magic power in the magic pool began to flow into the portal.
"Old Ethan, what's going on?"
Kaisas pointed at the "water column" transformed from magic power, which was continuously entering the portal, and the liquid level in the magic pool was dropping rapidly.
"Magic Siphon Array, the magic here is passing through the portal and entering the magic pool of Frost Crown!"
Old Ethan slowly raised his hand, and with this action, a mithril array plate about one meter long magically rose slowly from the bottom of the magic pool several meters deep, as if pulled by an invisible force, and floated straight in front of him.
The elderly elf cautiously extended his slightly trembling hands, gently caressing the magically radiant magic disk as if it were a rare treasure. His eyes revealed a deep sense of longing and reminiscence, as if through this disk he could see past events so long ago, almost buried by the dust of time.
"Boy!" Old Ethan stroked the array plate gently, turned his head and looked at Caesars who was standing not far away and said, "In this underground corridor, there are hidden treasures left by the former Church. You should search carefully here. This portal can only last for one minute at most, and it will close when the time is up. As for me, I have to go back to the Magic Tower to deal with some things. And don't forget one thing, you can only take 20% of the treasure you find as your reward, and the rest must be returned to the Magic Tower in the form of magic crystals!"
At this moment, the magic pool, which was originally filled with powerful magic, had already run dry, and the empty bottom of the pool was clearly visible. After Old Ethan finished his instructions, he walked into the portal that was flashing with purple light without hesitation.
Seeing this, Caesars hurried to the portal and looked inside curiously. He saw three other old elves standing together on the other side of the portal, their faces filled with happy smiles, as if they had gained something far beyond their expectations.
However, at this moment, the portal suddenly began to shake violently, and the once stable light began to flicker. Clearly, the arcane energy that constructed the portal was gradually dissipating, and the entire portal had lost its function.
Caesars slowly turned his head, his gaze settling on the dried-up pool of magic power. He saw several strands of magic copper, each as thick as a finger, quietly hanging from the edge of the pool. They gleamed with a faint metallic luster, as if proclaiming their extraordinary power. One strand of magic copper stretched straight outward, presumably the key to the unwavering supply of magic power to the incredibly solid magic steel gate. Another strand of magic copper extended westward, all the way to the seemingly insignificant iron gate.
This magic copper was incredibly soft, as smooth as silk, yet also extremely valuable. Caesars reached out and firmly grasped the magic copper that led westward. As he walked forward, the magic copper in his hand was constantly tangled into a ball, making it easier to carry.
Finally, Caesars arrived at the tightly closed iron door. He took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, and harnessed his powerful magic, transforming it into an invisible tentacle. He gently reached inside the iron door. After a moment, his brow furrowed slightly. After some exploration, he found the passage behind the door to be completely empty, devoid of any valuable objects or dangers.
If that's the case, then there's no need to hesitate any longer. Caesars decisively unleashed his Corrosion spell. A gray-green light instantly shot out from his palm, striking the iron gate directly. With a sharp creaking sound, the previously indestructible iron gate quickly disintegrated and collapsed under the power of the Corrosion spell.
The moment the iron gate corroded completely, a chilling aura blew inward, like a wind from the Netherworld, chilling the very air. This aura permeated the entire passage, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet, making one feel as if they were immersed in a world of ice and snow. Caesars shuddered, but he didn't retreat. Instead, he resolutely stepped into this passage filled with uncertainty and gloom.
"You idiot, search carefully and find all the magic copper!"
The chubby, chubby puppy walked ahead on its short legs, wobbling like a curious explorer. Caesars followed slowly behind, carefully collecting the magic copper on the ground.
You know, while these magic coppers are precious, their ability to conduct magic power has obvious limitations—they can only conduct magic power over a distance of one hundred meters. Once beyond this range, the magic power will rapidly decrease. Compared to magic copper, mithril is far superior, and its magic power can conduct over a distance of thousands of meters!
The puppy sniffed its way forward, and after about thirty meters, it suddenly stopped, staring intently at a rotten-looking wooden door in front of it. The door exuded a musty odor, and its surface was covered with a layer of fuzzy white mold, like a relic forgotten by time.
The tattered wooden door, which once opened with a gentle push, now filled even Caesars with disgust, unwilling to even touch it. In desperation, he unleashed his specialty, the Corrosion Technique. Instantly, a ball of gray-green magical light enveloped the entire door like a veil. The white mold, as if startled, quickly turned black, falling to the ground along with the rotting wood chips.
In just half a minute, the rotten wooden door completely vanished, along with its rotten wooden frame. At the same time, an extremely pungent, stench-inducing smell of rotting flesh surged from the darkness behind the door. The stench was so strong it was practically suffocating.
Caesars' face turned pale as he took several steps back. He covered his mouth and nose tightly, fearing that the nauseating stench would enter his nasal cavity and stain his precious magic robe. With the help of his dark vision ability, the scene before him was clearly displayed in his vision, but this scene made him feel creepy and terrified.
The stone chamber was littered with a variety of rotting corpses. Some still vaguely resembled humans, while others were clearly the remains of ferocious beasts. Some of these corpses had completely decayed, reduced to a pile of white bones; others, while not completely rotten, were still unrecognizable and emitted a pungent odor.
This stone chamber was extremely spacious and grand. Dozens of sturdy cages made of magic steel were placed against the left wall. Some of the cages were empty, with only a few pale bones and dried blood remaining. In others, mutilated corpses lay in awe, as if telling of the terrible torture they had endured in their lives.
In the center of the stone chamber stood an enormous alchemical dissection table. Stretched across it lay several strangely stitched corpses, human torsos and magical beast limbs forcibly joined together in a twisted and terrifying arrangement that made one's stomach churn at the mere sight of it.
Along the right wall, a row of massive, transparent crystal jars stood neatly arranged. Through the jars, filled with embalming fluid, one could see several disemboweled and stitched-up corpses within. The stitches on the wounds were jagged, the flesh was bloody, and organs were exposed, a horrific sight.
"Damn necromancers, what they did was outrageous!"
Caesars now realized that there must be other necromancers in the Church of Saint Laurent. Everything here was not like Sandro's style. He took out a crystal bottle filled with fierce fire oil and threw it into this stone chamber full of sin and misery.
"Dead dog, keep looking for treasure and gold coins!"
At Caesar's urging, the plump puppy continued sniffing forward. This was a branch passage, running westward parallel to the underground corridor. After walking over three hundred meters, the branch passage turned, one end heading north and merging with the main passage. The other end faced south, and it was unclear where it led.
Caesars stopped and rummaged through the storage rings of several magicians. He found several identical maps. The maps marked all the passages in the underground corridor and the specific places they led to.
"Go away, damn dog! There are tombs of several high priests in the underground corridor!"
According to the map, the underground corridor leads directly to the back of Delta Castle, and the tombs of several high priests are at the end of the underground corridor.
A man and a dog were walking along a flat underground passage when suddenly, the faint sound of horse hooves could be heard from afar. As the sound grew closer, it was easy to guess from the dense clatter that there were at least twenty horses galloping.