After analyzing the 13 mageweaths one by one, Lin Li couldn't help but have a change in expression. It was definitely the work of a Guru, and even compared to the All-Kill Array of the Tower of Dusk, it was probably not inferior to the All-Kill Array. In terms of design, it was probably more ingenious than the All-Kill Array.
The 13 mageweaths contained seven different forces — corrosion, gravity, poison, fear, illusion, charm, and darkness. Under the control of the mageweath array, these seven forces could be combined in any way to unleash terrifying power. Furthermore, the entire mageweath array used Gloomy Dark as its source of mana. In other words, these 13 mageweaths could directly absorb the power of Gloomy Dark.
To Lin Li, this was the biggest highlight of the mageweath array.
This was because Gloomy Dark itself was the purest Dark Force in the world. After these 13 mageweaths absorbed the power of Gloomy Dark, they did not even need to convert it before they could use it. Furthermore, they would never have to worry about the depletion of this power.
"Impressive …" As a true Guru of Inscription, Lin Li knew better than anyone else that in the design of mageweaths, the more powerful the source of mana was, the harder it was to use it. For example, when Lin Li was designing the All-Kill Array, the most difficult part was not how to balance the 10 independent mageweaths, but how to integrate the All-Kill Array into the power system of the Legendary magical crystal.
If a Legendary magical crystal was already so difficult, what about Gloomy Dark, which was even more powerful than a Legendary magical crystal?
It seemed that Osric was not the only genius in that once glorious dynasty.
"Mage Felic, why are you …" Lin Li stared at the mageweath on the Moonstone, and Adelo could not help but ask.
"Do you still have the Summoning Scroll?"
"Yes, I do …" Adelo was stunned for a moment before he rummaged through his pocket and took out a white Summoning Scroll. "But all the Summoning Scrolls above level-15 were used up when we were dealing with the Skeletal Warriors. Now, I only have this one to summon the Three-eyed Demon Wolf. Do you think …"
"It's alright." Lin Li shook his head, and reached out to take the Summoning Scroll of the Three-eyed Demon Wolf. He then gently pinched the middle cover, and the Summoning Scroll in his hand immediately turned into a cloud of fog. A Three-eyed Demon Wolf could be vaguely seen in the fog. Lin Li could not be bothered to wait for the fog to dissipate. He immediately used his mental strength to issue an order. "Go up the stairs."
After all, the Three-eyed Demon Wolf was only a low-level magical beast. With its pitiful intelligence, how could it possibly understand how terrifying this altar was? Just as Lin Li, the summoner, gave the order, the Three-eyed Demon Wolf had already rushed up the stairs with a whoosh.
"Mage Felic, what are you doing …?"
Just as Adelo finished speaking, a black fog appeared around the altar. It was not very thick, but it covered the entire altar in an instant. Following that, the cries of the Three-eyed Demon Wolf could be heard from within the black fog …
Apart from Lin Li, almost everyone was shocked by this cry. Who would have thought that such a terrifying killing trap would be hidden in an altar that had not seen the light of day for 1,300 years? Especially Johnathan, who broke out in cold sweat when he heard this cry. If Mage Felic had not stopped him, he would have been the one screaming now …
"I understand now …" Adelo looked at the altar with a pale face. There was a tinge of fear in his eyes. "So my mentor has been wrong all these years. He always thought that it was a Lich that ambushed him, but he did not expect it to be a trap set by this altar …"
"This trap is called the Mageweath Array …" After Lin Li finished speaking with a smile, he did not explain how powerful the Mageweath Array was, because there was no way to explain it. Even in the whole of Anril, there would not be more than 10 people who knew about the Mageweath Array. Of course, Adelo and his mentor were not among these 10 people. No matter how much Lin Li explained, Adelo would not be able to understand it …
Furthermore, Lin Li had more important things to do now.
That's right, the designer of this Mageweath Array was indeed a genius. Even if it were him, he would not have the confidence to design such an ingenious Mageweath Array. However, not being able to design it did not mean that he could not copy it. Once an Inscription Master reached the Guru-level, there was no longer any difference between them. The difference was only in what they could imagine and what they could not imagine. As long as he copied the entire Mageweath Array, he would be able to replicate it after studying it for a few days.
"Ujfalusi, I'll give you half an hour to copy the pattern on this."
"Yes, Master."
After half an hour, Ujfalusi was done. Lin Li raised his Aether Staff and slowly walked to the front of the altar.
"Everyone, step back a little." After saying that, Lin Li began his recitation. It was still the spell for Pyroblast, and it was still so fast that it was almost instantaneous.
"Boom —"
With a dull thud, the huge fireball smashed onto the surface of the altar. Amidst the dazzling sparks, large pieces of Moonstones flew up, and the first hole appeared on the originally flawless Mageweath Array. Then, the second, the third, all the way to the thirteenth hole …
Lin Li used 13 Pyroblasts to blast 13 holes on the altar. If other Inscriptionists were to see this, they would probably curse out loud. The 13 Pyroblasts had blasted the core circuits of the 13 mageweaths. In other words, the 13 Pyroblasts had completely destroyed this genius Mageweath Array.
"Alright, Brother Johnathan, you can go up."
"Okay."
Johnathan nodded, and climbed up the stairs with the six black magical crystals. Under the guidance of Adelo's magic mark, Johnathan quickly embedded the six black magical crystals in the places where they should be embedded.
As the last black magical crystal was embedded, everything in the cave suddenly became clear. The oppressive and irritating weak magical wave seemed to be suppressed by a strange force, and no one could feel it anymore.
Even Lin Li could feel that the Holy Light in the Ring of Endless Storm had suddenly stopped pulsating, and became quiet and peaceful. It was no longer as agitated and uneasy as it had been before.
"These six black magical crystals are also the relics of that High Elf noble. It is said that they come from an ancient magical beast. Their only characteristic is that they devour mana crazily. Even a top Archmage would be sucked dry by them in an instant. That's why I asked Mr Johnathan to bring them along. Also, that High Elf noble once wrote in his diary that the crossbow in the altar has a very strange power. Only by using these six black magical crystals to suppress that power temporarily can we safely obtain the treasure map."
As the six black magical crystals devoured mana crazily, Adelo explained to Lin Li patiently. As everyone got closer to the treasure map in the altar, Adelo became more and more careful. He was afraid that what he did would cause this young mage to misunderstand. This was because Adelo knew very well that any misunderstandings at this time would not only harm himself, but also the entire Malfa Family …
"Alright, Mage Felic, let's go up." Adelo only walked up the stairs with Lin Li after the aura of Gloomy Dark had completely disappeared.
The process of retrieving the noble's relics was rather smooth. This was because Gloomy Dark was held in the left hand of the Immortal King's bust, and the treasure map that Adelo mentioned was a piece of yellowed parchment. This yellowed parchment was rolled into a scroll, and placed beside the Immortal King's bust.
When Adelo picked up the treasure map from beside the Immortal King's bust, he was so excited that his hands were trembling slightly. This was the key to opening the Immortal King's treasure. Not only was there endless wealth in that treasure, but there was also the method to obtain the strongest power. Once he mastered this method, he could really break through the Legendary-realm in his lifetime, and even reach the peak of the Sanctuary-realm …
"Gloomy Dark, it's been a long time …"
Lin Li's hands were also trembling slightly. Out of the seven debris of the stars, two were already in his hands, and one was Light and one was Dark. As long as he used them well, Gloomy Dark and Holy Light would become his strongest power. Furthermore, with the Light and Dark in his hands, it would be much easier to find the other debris of the stars. The debris of the stars would resonate with each other, so he would not have to wait until he was close to the debris of the stars before he could instinctively determine that there was a debris of the stars hidden somewhere.
To Lin Li now, finding the other five debris of the stars was only a matter of time …
Lin Li spent a lot of effort to suppress the excitement in his heart. Then, he reached out with his trembling right hand and pulled out the Gloomy Dark that was held by the Immortal King's bust …
After escaping from the devouring of the six black magical crystals, Gloomy Dark's own power spread out immediately. It was strong and deep, just like the darkness itself. Lin Li held Gloomy Dark in his hands, and carefully felt this familiar power. In a trance, it was as if he had returned to the Endless World …
…
At this time, the Malfa Family's team had already passed through the Scar of Death, and set up camp on an empty plain. Compared to when they had set off, this team now looked completely different. Not only did they have a large number of elites from the Malfa Family, they had also gained a few extremely powerful allies, such as the Syer Bandits that were ranked in the top 10 of the Breezy Plains, and High Priest Sendros of the Darkness Shrine.
Honestly speaking, Sendros' arrival had indeed made Hutton overjoyed. Although the Darkness Shrine was no longer able to compete with the Brilliance Shrine, Sendros was still a powerhouse that stood at the peak of magic. Hutton had long heard from his mentor how terrifying a Necromancer in the Legendary-realm was …
Of course, Hutton actually knew that the Malfa Family would definitely not be able to invite someone like Sendros. The reason why they were able to invite Sendros so easily was all because of his mentor's friendship in the past.
Hence, Hutton had been especially attentive to Sendros these few days. Not only did he arrange a luxurious and spacious tent for Sendros, he would also personally send him his meals. His attitude was also extremely respectful when he spoke to Sendros. One had to admit that this first heir of the Malfa Family had a unique innate talent. It was as if he could get along well with anyone. Even Sendros, who had a cold personality, would occasionally squeeze out a stiff smile when talking to Hutton.
The tent that Hutton had arranged for Sendros was in the middle of the campsite. It looked spacious and luxurious from the outside, and when one walked into the tent, one would see that the ground was covered with a soft and warm carpet. The tables and chairs in the surroundings were all made by famous craftsmen. Walking into such a tent was like walking into the king's palace. One would not be able to imagine that this was in the harsh environment of the Blackstone Mountains.
If one had to point out a flaw, it would be that it was too quiet. In such a huge tent, there was only the black-robed Sendros. Apart from Hutton, who personally brought him his meals every day, almost no one else was willing to enter this tent.
This was because this Legendary-mage seemed to have a naturally cold aura around him. Not to mention ordinary servants, even a bandit leader like Vanskore, who killed without batting an eyelid, would tremble in front of Sendros. On the first day he arrived, Vanskore had wanted to befriend this Legendary-mage, but this ruthless bandit leader regretted his idea for a few days.
That feeling was really too scary …
Apart from the title of a Legendary-mage, there didn't seem to be anything special about the short and skinny old man. However, when he stood in front of Lin Li, the cold and gloomy aura instantly penetrated deep into his bones. It felt as though he had suddenly fallen into an ice cellar, and even the blood in his body froze.
However, the scariest thing was that pair of eyes. Every time Vanskore thought of those eyes, he felt as if he was being stared at by a venomous snake. That hair-raising feeling caused Vanskore to have nightmares for a few nights in the Blackstone Mountains. Since then, Vanskore did not dare to go near this scary Necromancer. He even swore to himself that if he could, he would never see this guy again in this lifetime …
If Vanskore, who killed without batting an eyelid, was so scared, it was needless to mention the others. In just a few days, apart from Hutton, no one else dared to step into Sendros' tent.
However, to Sendros, it did not matter whether anyone stepped into his tent or not. After all, apart from returning a favor to Cheyenne, his trip to the Blackstone Mountains this time was mostly for the prophecy that had been passed down in the Darkness Shrine for 1300 years. As for the others, Sendros was not interested in them at all.
Without anyone to disturb him, Sendros spent most of his time meditating. However, at his level, the purpose of meditation was not as simple as recovering mana. To Sendros, the greatest purpose of meditation was to allow him to calm down and think.
1300 years ago, Geresco had once said that Legendary-mages would spend their entire lives thinking.
This was not an exaggeration at all. Any mage who had broken through to the Legendary-realm would treat thinking as the most important thing. This was because there were too many things that they had to think about. Once they broke through to the Legendary-realm, they would have the right to understand the many secrets of the world. They had too many things to think about — the essence of magic, the truth of the world. Thinking itself was a learning process. Just like how a mage apprentice treated meditation as the most important thing, a mage would treat memorizing spells as the most important thing, a Magic Shooter would treat researching techniques as the most important thing, and an Archmage would treat understanding the Laws as the most important thing. It was just that they did different things at different stages …
As usual, Sendros began his daily meditation after lunch.
However, just as he entered the state of meditation, Sendros suddenly opened his eyes.
"How is this possible …?" Sendros's eyes were filled with disbelief. At this moment, he was just like a child who had been frightened by lightning.
Fortunately, Vanskore was not here. Otherwise, this ruthless bandit leader would never believe that those venomous and cold eyes could reveal such a human-like expression.
What was even more unbelievable was that after Sendros opened his eyes, he rushed out of the tent almost immediately. When he passed by a few chairs, he even tripped in a pathetic manner. Fortunately, Sendros had good reflexes, and managed to keep himself from falling after staggering a few steps. However, if others were to see that scene, they would probably have a heart attack. Is this flustered old man who looks as if he's being chased by a dog really the strongest High Priest of the Darkness Shrine, Sendros?
"How could there be such pure Dark Force in this world …" Sendros rushed out of the tent in a fluster, and stared in the direction of the Scar of Death with a bewildered gaze.
With the acute senses of a Legendary-mage, Sendros was 100% sure that the Dark Force that suddenly emitted was definitely coming from that direction. However, even though Sendros had seen many things in his life that countless people did not even dare to think about, he still could not believe that such a pure and almost perfect Dark Force could actually appear in Anril …
This was an existence that went against the laws of this world. No power could be flawless, and any absolutely perfect existence would eventually be destroyed.
However, the Dark Force that came from the Scar of Death was so real that Sendros could even clearly feel its every beat. That perfect rhythm was like a beautiful piece of music.
Could it be that the prophecy was true? This thought flashed across Sendros' mind like a ray of light. Then, the strongest High Priest of the Darkness Shrine was suddenly stunned …
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