Chapter 314
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The magicians' disdain for ordinary people had reached a morbid level.
At the graduation ceremony, when Hobson interrupted Zhang Jue's speech, none of the teachers or students stood up to stop him.
On the contrary, they even thought that he was right.
As a Muggle, Zhang Jue was not qualified to speak nonsense at the graduation ceremony of a magician's school.
However, what kind of person was Zhang Jue? He was someone who would not be moved by force or persuasion.
When Principal Alfred asked him to help teach these arrogant magicians a lesson, he refused.
Who would have thought that these people would take the initiative to come to him? It would not feel good if they were not slapped in the face.
They were simply courting death.
But until now, Zhang Jue still did not take them seriously. His mind was filled with that strange black aura.
He finally remembered where he had seen it before.
In 087, in the deepest part of the stairwell, he had seen it.
If one's memory was good enough, one could recall that when Zhang Jue had just become a consultant of the Foundation, he had explored 087 with Yang Xue.
But one day in the future, for some unknown reason, the exploration records that he had personally written for Yang Xue were all burned.
087 was a stairwell with 610 floors. At the bottom, there was a door. Behind the door was a long corridor connected to a circular altar.
On the wall of the altar, there were three murals, which recorded the story of the arrival of a demon.
From left to right, the murals were:
A four-legged, eight-armed monster with a human face was slaughtering a human village. Beneath his feet were the corpses of the villagers.
Countless villagers knelt in front of an altar, cut off their faces with a knife, and kowtowed devoutly.
An egg appeared in a stone basket in the middle of the altar, and a baby hatched from it.
At that time, Yang Xue concluded that in order to defeat the monster, humans had used some mysterious ritual to summon the gods.
But Zhang Jue felt that these three murals were not enough to restore the whole story.
In order to find out the meaning of 087 and satisfy his curiosity, Zhang Jue touched the stone basket in the middle of the altar.
Then, his consciousness was taken away.
Later, he told Yang Xue that he had a wet dream, but everyone knew that it was just an excuse. During that time, he had obviously experienced something else.
He didn't tell Yang Xue that he wasn't dreaming. The reason why he couldn't move was because his consciousness had followed the altar back to who knows how many years ago.
That was an era when people were still ignorant. There was no science, only theology.
In the eyes of the people, the sun, the moon, the earth, and the sky were all created by the gods.
Thunder, rain, and dew were all heavenly grace.
Good weather is a gift from God.
Even if there was no harvest, that would be God's punishment.
People began to offer sacrifices. They tried to use their pious prayers to influence the gods.
As a result, a new profession was born — the wizard.
The wizards here did not refer to those who used black magic like Duruk, but those who specialized in communicating with the gods.
In that era, almost every country, every city, and even every village had such people.
They claimed to be able to communicate with the gods and convey the will of the gods.
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