ebookslot Chapter 84 The Glass Gate and the Hall of Two Coffins
Chapter 84 The Glass Gate and the Hall of Two Coffins
"Enough with the reminiscing, let's begin!"
Mochamo suppressed his sigh, and his voice regained the decisiveness and authority befitting a level three archmage.
"Hick," Mentor Perot turned his gaze to his disciple, his gentle tone now carrying an unquestionable command, "Take it out."
"clear!"
Hick's heart tightened, but he bowed respectfully.
Without the slightest hesitation, he probed his spatial ring with his mental energy. With a flash of light, Leo Rael's lifeless body appeared out of thin air on the scorching yellow sand, standing in front of the three wizards.
Looking at the "key" containing the crucial bloodline, Mochamo and Pero simultaneously smiled with satisfaction.
Pero said no more and began to chant a difficult, distorted incantation.
As his deep, powerful voice echoed through the sandstorm, an invisible force seized Leo's body.
Dark red blood, as if drawn by invisible conduits, gushed out of the corpse's seven orifices and wounds against gravity, but instead of scattering, it rapidly gathered, outlined, and intertwined in the air above the sand—a huge and complex blood-red magic circle quickly took shape in front of the three of them!
call--!!!
The instant the magic circle was completed, an immense and unstoppable invisible force erupted from the center of the magic circle!
Like an invisible giant sweeping a broom, it instantly pushed aside the yellow sand within a radius of hundreds of meters in front of the three people, forming a huge, smooth, mirror-like vacuum zone!
At the heart of that vacuum zone, beneath the sand, a magnificent portal slowly revealed its true form!
It is not constructed of bricks and stones, but is made entirely of a translucent glass that appears to have melted and then solidified instantly!
Dark red patterns, like flowing lava, flowed across the massive doorway, radiating a scorching heat!
The magic circle, constructed from Leo's blood, drifted slowly toward the giant glass gate as if summoned.
The instant the blood array touched the dark red patterns flowing on the door—
Om-! ! !
A deep, resonant hum, powerful enough to shatter the soul, echoed throughout the heavens and earth!
In the center of the massive glass gate, the dark red patterns suddenly shone with a dazzling scarlet light!
Then, two incredibly heavy doors, seemingly connecting to another world, slowly opened inward with a teeth-grinding scraping sound!
Inside the door is a deep, shimmering passageway constructed entirely of pure glass!
"Hahaha! The burial ground of Qaboos! Now, it belongs to the Silent Forest!"
Mochamo's eyes flashed with wild joy, and his figure transformed into a gray shadow as he eagerly rushed into the open glass door, disappearing into the depths of the shimmering passage.
"Hick," Professor Perot's voice remained gentle, but his gaze was fixed on Hick as if it were a physical presence, as if he could see through Hick's momentary desire to back down. "Let's go in and see the real 'scenery'."
Hick's words, which were about to be asked to stay on, were abruptly cut off.
His body stiffened almost imperceptibly, then his face lit up with a look of flattered respect:
"Yes, Master! This is a great honor for your disciple!"
There was no hint of reluctance in his voice, only pure awe—after learning the truth that his mentor had once been a level three archmage, any disobedience would be tantamount to suicide.
Perot nodded in satisfaction, and his figure transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the glass passage.
Hick stood alone before the open, massive gate, inside which shimmered with light, while outside lay a desolate sea of sand and an impending, overwhelming threat of death.
He took a deep breath of the scorching, dry air, but his eyes were icy cold, like ancient ice.
"Mentor...why couldn't you...leave me a way out?"
The silent cries echoed in his heart.
However, faced with two terrifying beings who could crush him with a flick of their wrists, all his struggles seemed so pale and powerless.
He glanced one last time at the empty desert behind him, as if he could see the pursuers from the Tower of Eternity tearing through the sandstorm.
He gritted his teeth, and with a flash, he also entered the dazzling, unknown, and dangerous glass passage.
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At the very moment the giant glass gate opened and crimson light tore through the deathly silence of the desert!
Deep in the Kurs Desert, the elite wizarding order of the Eternal Tower is on high alert.
"Found it! In the west! A powerful bloodline resonance!"
Harris Rales, who had been hovering in mid-air with his eyes closed like a statue, suddenly opened them!
His pupils burned with the flames of revenge and a throbbing of blood ties!
He pointed westward, his voice trembling slightly with extreme agitation and anger.
"good!"
The old man who had been standing beside him, whose aura was as oppressive as a volcano about to erupt—the Tower Master of the Eternal Tower—sparkled with a cold light in his eyes!
"Full speed ahead! Destination: the place where Qaboos fell! This time, I will make that dying black rat and all his minions, along with that scorching sand, become a part of Kuboo!"
The order was like a thunderclap!
The dozens of white wizards, who had been poised to attack, suddenly erupted with dazzling magical light of various colors!
Like dozens of meteors tearing through the sky, led by the old man and Harris, they sped off at an alarming speed toward the source of the recently dissipated crimson light in the west!
A devastating storm, capable of upending the entire Aykar region, is hurtling toward the heart of the Kurs Desert, the land of death, in a way no one could have predicted!
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Stepping through the glass gate, Hick felt as if he had entered a bizarre and fantastical dream.
The entire passageway is made of pure, flawless glass, with the walls, floor, and dome seamlessly integrated and as smooth as a mirror.
The strange light did not come from the outside, but emanated from inside the glass, flowing and changing colors of gold-red, orange-yellow, and dark purple, illuminating the passage with a dazzling light, yet carrying an unreal and cold feeling.
The air was scorching and dry, bearing the remnants of a powerful fire-based energy rampage.
"Even a fire-elemental wizard makes his own grave so... 'casually'?"
Hick muttered a bittersweet thought to himself, trying to ease his inner unease.
"How much would you get for this entire tunnel if you dismantled it and sold it?"
The passage wasn't very long; soon, a huge space appeared at the end.
It was a magnificent hall also made of glazed tiles, with a huge glazed tile dome like an inverted giant bowl supporting the entire space.
However, the sight in the center of the hall caused Hick, who was right behind him, to suddenly shrink his pupils and catch his breath!
There were no corpses as expected, no mountains of treasure, and no overwhelming power.
In the center of that eerily empty, crystal-clear hall, there were only two things—
Two enormous, heavy coffins, both cast from translucent glass!
They stood side by side in the center of the hall, silently exuding a strong sense of death.
"This...how is this possible?!"
A shocked growl came from ahead. Mochamo, who had entered earlier than Hick, was staring intently at the two coffins, his face filled with disbelief and astonishment.
"Pero! Isn't this Qaboos's burial place?! Why...why are there two coffins?!"
Professor Perot stood silently before the two coffins, his back to them.
Hearing Mochamo's surprised question, he slowly turned around.
His face still wore that gentle expression, as if the strange scene before him was nothing out of the ordinary.
However, deep within his eyes burned a chilling, almost tangible, light of greed!
The light was intense and frenzied, as if a ferocious beast that had been starving for millions of years had finally spotted its prey!
"Surprised, Mochamo?"
Perot's voice was eerily calm, a faint smile even playing at the corners of his lips. "Isn't this... the most interesting thing about fate?"
His gaze, like the most precise probe, swept repeatedly over the two silent, glass coffins, as if trying to penetrate the thick barrier and seize everything hidden within.
Hick felt a chill rush from his spine straight to his brain.
Two coffins? The Flame of Death, Qaboos…who else? The undisguised greed in the mentor's eyes…what is it all for?
He felt as if he were standing at the center of a huge mystery and a deadly vortex, and the answer was sealed within those two cold, glass-like bodies.