Chapter 357 207. I'm ready.
Although Magregor was blind and his trachea, arteries and hamstrings were severed, the giant's vitality was very tenacious. One hand was covering his neck, trying to stop the blood from flowing out of his neck and let his lungs take in air. At the same time, unable to bear the torture, he continued to slap the ground with his other hand in a final struggle.
The dying struggle period was the most terrifying. The team that followed had to wait there for a long time. Only after Magregor completely died and drowned in a pool of his own blood did the team pass smoothly, but this also took a long time.
Seeing Malanur's concerned eyes, Darkus responded with comforting eyes to indicate that he was fine. Then he raised his head and observed the ceiling of the huge space. He did not want the only four star pyramids in the world to collapse.
Drusala smiled after seeing Darkus emerging from the passage, and her expression relaxed. Then she looked at the huge structure in front of her, which was covered with familiar but unfamiliar lizard man hieroglyphs. Most of these runes carved into words were shining. She knew that these all represented something, and she also knew that this It is a strange creation that does not belong to this world.
The previous two Chaos Warlocks had managed to activate the massive structure, but this was clearly beyond their capabilities, and the massive structure was now in a very strange state.
Not only Adohi Tehega had told Drusala that trying to understand the things in the Old Ones' creations was meaningless in itself, but even Tankoquake told her so yesterday. These were more like symbols than traditional lizardfolk writing, but what she needed was to understand the power the symbols represented. As her vision zoomed in, she saw it was a work of astonishing sophistication. The symbol itself is connected to all other symbols through a huge network. In fact, the symbol itself is a world composed of symbols. This is true above, below, and even more so on the left and right. She knows that chaotic energy can be manipulated by manipulating symbols.
In heartbeat after heartbeat, Drusala let his consciousness flow through the symbols and expand outward, surrounding the entire huge spiritual grid. Everything she saw confirmed her suspicions and confirmed Tankoquaco's words. The massive structure was a key node in a vast system, the symbols held deeper meaning, and there was something strangely hauntingly familiar about it, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it at the moment. The glittering symbols began to fade, and she saw that the entire node was on the verge of collapse. In an instant, she realized that the entire vast and intricate network of spiritual veins was about to explode.
"I'm ready," said Colonia, standing between the two pillars.
"Can I believe you? You know the importance of this place!" Darkus turned his head and looked at Belloda with stern eyes.
"Okay! This concerns the world, and Ulthuan! Even if it means sacrificing my life, even if it's like the Dragon Tamer." Belloda said firmly as he met Darkus' gaze.
Darkus then waved his hand, and then looked at Alyssa.
Alyssa didn't say anything, but nodded to Darkus.
"My friend, is there anything I can do? Or what must I do?" Puyr suddenly asked, watching all this silently.
"Perhaps I know better than you? We have studied the mysteries of patterns for thousands of years, and my ancestors were taught by the ancient saints. Maybe I have a better chance, and I am old and will soon leave this world. world, and you still have centuries to go." Puyr looked at Darkus and continued.
Not only Darkus, but the Druchi present were also attracted by Puyr's words. They turned their eyes to Puyr and looked at Puyr with complicated expressions.
"A soul! One more soul needs to be sacrificed and introduced into the pillar. From then on, it will be washed and eroded by the years and chaotic energy, and it will guard here silently until the world is destroyed." Darkus said in a serious tone.
"Can this solve this crisis?" Puyr asked.
"I'm ready! But...my friend, I have a request." The previous sentence was more like asking and answering himself. Before Darkus could confirm or deny, Puyr continued to say firmly, although His eyes were filled with fear and his body was already shaking.
"My friend, are you sure you are ready? Next, your limbs will be spread out on the pedestal, with your head and feet aligned with the pillar. Sharp blades will pierce your body and tear open your chest, Pull out your heart. The pedestal will be covered with your blood, which will then flow outward, through the ancient runic passages. The blood-stained runes will begin to glow, and your soul will be pulled from your body, and Being dragged into the pillars." Darkus said vividly, as if what had happened had already happened and he was just telling it again.
"I'm ready!" Puyr was not frightened by Darkus' words, but said more firmly.
"I'm a little curious about your request."
"Please be kind to my people. I know... you look down on them. Although a group has diversity, they have never done anything wrong. They have been working hard to survive. Try your best to do everything you can." When Puyr said this, he knelt down on one knee and held the sword of God Zorga in his hand, as if offering it to Darkus.
Darkus thought of the philosophical conversation he had with Puyr when he woke up from Puyr's village the next day, and he looked at Maranur.
Maranul thought for a moment and nodded.
This is a double-standard issue. When Drucci dominates here next time, Pouille will have already lost the ball, but... who knows? Across the river of time?
"My friend, it would be great if you were an immortal species." Darkus sighed. He took a few steps forward. He did not touch the Divine Sword, but put his hand on Puir's shoulder. , lifted Puir up.
"I promise you, but you don't need to sacrifice now. Yesterday we went to the Lead Fort first, not here, so our fate was changed! We found a more ingenious solution, and we will just watch quietly. Witness their performances and miracles, I believe in them." As Darkus said, he pointed at the sorceresses already standing on the pedestal.
"I'm ready."
"I'm ready too."
"Then let's get started." Drusala opened her heart again, focused her eyes on the symbols, and recited the spell she had learned yesterday. In an instant, her power was sucked into the symbol, and threads of chaotic energy seemed to flow from it to the base, binding her to the base.
The symbols glowed brighter and brighter, and the ground shook like a frightened beast.
"It's so beautiful." Darkus, who was watching under the pedestal, suddenly sighed.
Soon, the shaking stopped again. After a while, and after a while, nothing happened. Drusala breathed again, thinking about what she had witnessed. Vortexes of chaotic energy move throughout the pyramid, symbols representing the path of the Old Ones and the entire complex system connected to it. She saw how the entire system was rooted in the Demon Realm of Chaos, another space filled with infinite dangerous energy. She saw the complex system located between this world and the Realm of Chaos.
Although Drusala heard Dacus once say that the entire system has been destroyed and is barely maintained. In their lifetime, they and their children will experience the day when the system is completely destroyed. If that day really comes, it will represent the end and the end. Everything after that will be in vain and struggle until the world is completely destroyed and completely swallowed by chaos.
At this moment, Drusala truly felt the oppression brought about by Darkus's words, because she predicted everything that would follow through the symbols in front of her. She breathed again, and took a deep breath to adjust her mentality and thoughts. She wanted to reject the pollution of chaotic energy to her. Despite her deep understanding of magic, controlling this entire vast, world-wide network of spiritual veins was beyond her capabilities, and the ancient safeguards had been destroyed, perhaps by some gigantic accident, perhaps Designed with malicious intent.
But fortunately, Drusala was not alone. She went to work again. She began to try to understand. She could see that the design of each part was like a carefully constructed machine, a hundred times more exquisite than the forging equipment she had designed before. . Now that the machine is broken, the fact that it is still partially functioning is leading the machine to disaster, like a chariot that has a broken axle but is still being dragged by horses on the open road. What she needs is to close the portal so the machine doesn't absorb the energy that's ravenous and out of control.
Drusala chanted again the incantation she had learned yesterday, her throat twisting as she struggled to pronounce the unfamiliar syllables. Only centuries of magical practice have allowed her to do this. When she said this mantra, she found that her inner vision was distorted. Understanding and power flowed through her body, washing over her like a torrent. She was like a sponge, constantly absorbing and understanding. With.
At this moment, Drusala couldn't help but worry about Alyssa, but fortunately Alyssa did not hold back.
As the four sorceresses struggled to chant incantations, the ceremony reached its climax. The entire pyramid was shaking like a frightened beast, and the nostrils of the Drukhi were once again filled with the smell of warpstone and decay.
Suppressing the spell and controlling the urge to unleash powerful energy into the pedestal, Drusala saw the symbol begin to glow in a new form out of the corner of her eye. Through the spell that connected her to the pedestal, she felt the pull of a force that detached her consciousness from the container and gave more power to the massive structure.
The raw power of the Realm of Chaos is forcing its way through the gaps provided by the runes, like lava bursting from the earth's crust.
Drusala felt even more painful as the passage was closing, a pressure that was almost unbearable. She forced herself to focus, drawing on her deepest reserves and focusing on the spell. Far away, her body was still singing. She wanted to retreat into the container and let the pain stop, if only for a moment, but she knew it would be fatal and if she left now before the spell was complete, all would be lost.
While the sorceresses continued to sing, Amon Jiegai, who was sitting at the top of the North Star Pyramid, had already stood up. He was completing the second task assigned to him by his master. Like the sorceresses, he was doing the same thing. The same thing. It can feel that the huge army assembled by the Dark Prince is constantly leaping and trying to spurt out from the Chaos Demon Realm into the real world. At this moment, it could hear the fierce quarrel and abuse between its master and the Prince of Darkness, and then a fight broke out between the two parties, with brilliant purple and blue flames flying continuously.
Drusala continued to chant, and the runes were sealed one by one. The pain and torture continued to intensify, swallowing her up. She wanted to know if all this would stop, or if she would die of pain and torture, and her The soul will be trapped here forever.
Pain and torture spread in the minds of the sorceresses, burning them continuously. The boundless darkness lingered at the edge of their minds like a tide, and they gritted their teeth and tried desperately to maintain consciousness.
Amidst the filth lies a spring-fed cave, surrounded by the ravaged remains of corpses. A giant lion's head emerges from the darkness of the cave, its massive body momentarily illuminated by a flash of light. The huge wings spread out, and the scorpion tail coiled behind it. The manticore let out a roar that echoed on the surrounding stone peaks. The roar shook the ground, and then rushed towards her... The
room was cold and dark, and the door was locked with a heavy chain. There was no magic, no furniture, no Tapestry, nothing, nothing to make the place feel even remotely comfortable, like a prison cell. There was a loud noise, the chain fell to the ground, and the door was pushed open. A female elf wearing scantily clad clothes but with a strong figure appeared. Her beautiful and heroic face showed pride and confidence, and she looked at her with contempt...
Survive for 10 days and nights in the wild without any help, only one Small pieces of fur can be used to drink water. On the first day, she was very hungry, very cold, and she was alone in the mountains. The next day she was short of water and desperately looked for animals or berries to eat, and that night she sat alone again, too weak to make a fire, and soon she fell asleep again. On the third day, she wandered around despite her hunger and found bushes with berries, but they were all dry and something rotten crawled out, which she quickly picked and ate. The stuff tastes lovely, sweet, moist and slightly sour. She tried again to start a fire, but failed again. On the morning of the fourth day, she continued wandering in search of a good spot, and eventually, somewhere she saw a group of animals drinking water by the lake. She needed something to kill the animals, so she took out a small sharp stone from the ground... Her
long black hair spread over her face, she sat on the chair, looked at the small mirror on the table and muttered to herself, Magic The bell kept ringing in the Tower of Prophecy, but it was quiet inside, which heralded the beginning of the ceremony. The deliberate anger and malice on her face disappeared, showing a more cheerful and polite look...
Drusala felt herself It was as if she had experienced endless pain, and all kinds of painful memories appeared before her eyes again. Her head was dizzy and her muscles were sore.
"You did a good job, it's over, everything is over." After jumping on the pedestal, Darkus waved his hand first, then helped Drusala up, and whispered in Drusala's ear.
Everyone is still alive, the passage and the Path of the Old Ones have been temporarily closed, the threat of world destruction has temporarily disappeared, their efforts have succeeded, and their sacrifices have not been wasted.
Druchi saved the world...
But even if he succeeded, the solution would only be temporary. Perhaps within a few decades at most, the passage would be forced to open again. For elves like them, ten years is not a long time. However, all this is not important. The Slann Demon Priests will take over later, and they will re-maintain the spiritual nodes of Obion Island and guard it.
As everything stabilized, the lizardman army gathered in Itaza crossed Lustria and crossed Ulthuan. In this temple city called Conquata, a portal slowly opened.
Ku Jia, who was riding Quimok, rushed out of the portal and appeared in front of the Obion natives. Then Di Jia, the giant lizard Kami, and large groups of lizardmen walked out of the portal...
It’s over
(end of this chapter)