ebookslot Chapter 224 Stone Giant
Chapter 224 Stone Giant
Chapter 224 Stone Giant
Under Cyril's control, the silvery-white, shimmering, and violently sharp hurricane gradually rolled forward, and the violent silvery-white light spots filled both sides of the passage, leaving no gaps.
In the blink of an eye, the "storm of light" swept through the entire passage.
Anything touched, whether a ghostly figure or a strange creature hiding in the darkness, would shatter instantly, cut into pieces no larger than the size of a palm.
Only after ravaging the entire passage did Sirion allow the "Storm of Light" to gradually dissipate.
At the same time, the "Dawn Armor" he wore, refined from pure dawn light, was also turning into light dust and dissipating.
Around him, in the passageway illuminated by the "Illumination" spell, the ground was scattered with fragments of monster body tissue, some transparent and some bright red. The already quiet passageway became even more deathly silent, as if there were no living creatures left.
Cyril looked around before turning his gaze away:
"It looks like it was recently cleared out; the remaining creatures are all ghost-like beings that are good at hiding, and most of them aren't very strong."
"It must have been the people Marich attended at that extraordinary gathering; unfortunately, none of them made it out of there."
He muttered something under his breath, then pulled the screaming scroll, which had been rolled into a stick shape, from his pocket, shook it to unfold it, and used a "magic trick" to suspend it in mid-air.
As soon as he appeared, the distorted figure in the painting bowed to him and said:
"Great master, your loyal servant is always ready to serve you."
"Is there anything I can help you with right now?"
Looking at the painting before him, devoid of hands and feet, Sirion pondered and asked:
"Could you help me collect the extraordinary materials scattered around here?"
The distorted figure on the scroll paused for a moment, then replied awkwardly:
"Um... Master, perhaps I need a controllable zombie, or could you draw me realistic and useful hands and feet?"
As Sirion looked at the painting floating in mid-air, an image of it growing hands and feet subconsciously came to mind.
...It's too awful to look at.
He quickly shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind.
He paused, then asked again, "Can you manipulate the corpses that appear in the painting as if they were living corpses?"
The distorted figure in the painting immediately nodded: "As long as you agree, Master, I can turn it into a living corpse and control it."
"But why didn't you just draw a living person?"
After a two-second silence, Sirion took out a piece of white paper that he always carried with him, spread it on the ground, and then used the spiritual remnants and blood of the dead supernatural beings around him as paint to draw a living corpse with a tragic death and ferocious movements.
After finishing the drawing, he stood up, took two steps back, and snapped his fingers.
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, a hazy shadow appeared on the surface of the simple portrait on the drawing paper spread out on the ground, gradually becoming distorted, and finally it detached from the drawing paper and appeared in reality.
"You take control of it and help me collect materials."
As he spoke, he manipulated the floating scroll to move closer to the imagined living person.
"Yes, my great and all-powerful master."
The distorted figure on the scroll sighed with pleasure, then looked at the imagined living person in front of it, a faint green light appearing on the distorted and somewhat abstract face.
The next second, the distorted human figure in the scroll was reflected in the two eyeballs in the eye sockets of the living person, which were only half full.
Under its control, the undead stiffly pressed its left hand, which had only three fingers remaining, to its chest and bowed to Sir Ryan.
Looking at the living person in front of him, whose limbs were missing to varying degrees and whose legs were of different lengths, Xireen felt for the first time that being lazy while drawing was a sin.
...It's so ugly it's an eyesore. Even if it's not a zombie, its appearance alone is enough to turn into a horror movie.
However, the imagined things can't be automatically completed, so I'll have to be careful when drawing in the future.
Lost in thought, he waved to the zombie.
After bowing, the latter grabbed the scroll that was floating in mid-air with one hand, and then walked with a limp toward the nearest human skin with lingering shadow characteristics.
After waiting a while, until the distorted figure in the scroll had collected all the fallen extraordinary materials, Cyril took it and walked towards the back of the passage.
After passing through the passage, there was a large hall with a high dome. The floor was covered with many broken bluish-gray boulders. The walls were covered with mottled murals and old, long-extinguished lampstands. The sound of cracking stone slabs and falling gravel caught Cyrien's attention. Reminded by his spiritual intuition, he turned his head and looked at the broken corner of the wall on the side of the hall.
Then they saw a stone giant, estimated to be three meters tall and entirely grayish-white, slowly stand up, supporting itself against the wall.
Its body appears to be composed of large, rough stones, with a pockmarked face and no distinct eyes, nose, mouth, or ears.
roar~
After a dull, grating roar, like many large rocks colliding together, the stone giant that had crawled out from the corner charged at him.
Each of its steps made a heavy thud, causing Cyril to feel a slight tremor in the floor beneath his feet.
"..Stone Giant?"
Seeing the stone giant charging towards him, a look of confusion flashed across Sirion's face. He really couldn't understand why such an extraordinary creature as a stone giant would appear in Amon's tomb.
It cannot be said that it had no connection with the Gou family; it can only be said that it was completely unrelated.
Moreover, the dark and damp tomb, lacking a large number of stones, clearly does not conform to the living habits of stone giants.
As the stone giant drew closer, Cyril stopped thinking about why it was there and rubbed the brass ring on his index finger with his right thumb.
The next second, a glint of electricity flashed in his eyes, as if lightning had come from the depths of his consciousness.
"Mental piercing!"
The stone giant charging at him paused, as if struck on the head, losing its balance and crashing heavily to the ground. Cyril calmly watched the stone giant, who had dented the tomb floor, his bright eyes crackling with electricity like a lashing whip. "The Whip of Pain!"
"Sound."
The stone giant on the ground clutched its head and rolled around in agony, its muffled voice filled with pain and anger.
As the stone giant writhed in agony before him, Cyrien noticed numerous deep cuts and charred marks on its body.
Although they don't seem too serious, that's relative to its size of over three meters.
Clearly, this stone giant had been severely beaten not long ago.
Cyril examined the wounds on the stone giant's body carefully, then turned his head to look at the corner of the wall from which it had just emerged, which looked like a large hole had been dug out by human hands.
He seemed to know how the stone giant had ended up in Amon's tomb.
This is a stone giant who accidentally dug through Amon's tomb, bumped into the previous group of extraordinary explorers, and got a beating.
It seemed that it had been mistaken for one of the previous group, which was why it rushed up and attacked it as soon as they met.
As for why it dug up Amon's tomb, Cyril guessed that it probably thought the stones there tasted better.
After letting his thoughts wander for a moment, he turned his head to look at the distorted figure manipulating the living beings, and calmly said:
"I'll leave it to you to handle."
From the zombie's crooked mouth came distorted, hoarse, shrill, and unpleasant sounds of a human being:
"No problem, I guarantee I'll complete the task."
Having said that, it pointed the scroll it was holding at the stone giant who was lying on the ground writhing in pain, and roared...
A chilling wind, of unknown origin, suddenly swept up, causing the stone giant on the floor to freeze in its rolling motion, and then it trembled uncontrollably.
At the same time, the distorted figure in the painting, holding its head in its hands, suddenly enlarged. The distorted and exaggerated face filled the entire painting, with its mouth taking up a third of the picture.
The air outside the painting rippled and twisted, and a silent, piercing shriek suddenly erupted.
Behind the undead, Cyril covered his ears with his hands, then used his spiritual power to shut off his hearing, which made him feel a little better. In front of the scroll, the stone giant who had been facing the screams of the vengeful spirits suddenly became motionless, lying there like a pile of lifeless rubble.
Once the distorted figure in the painting stopped screaming, Sirion activated his spiritual vision to take a look.
The spiritual radiance on the stone giant's body had dimmed considerably compared to before, but it was not dead yet. However, its spirit had fallen into a deep sleep, and it seemed to have fallen into a coma. Sirion raised an eyebrow slightly. He knew that the stone giant, whose physical defense was strong enough to withstand a barrage of cannon fire, would be relatively vulnerable in terms of its spirit and soul, but he did not expect it to be this vulnerable.