A dense swarm of translucent ghosts surrounded them.
Not to mention Stephanie, even Roland felt his scalp tingle a little.
This was because only a small portion of these ghosts were in 'complete' human form, while most of the ghosts were in a dead state.
Long tongues, broken hands and feet, swaying intestines, and so on.
All kinds of grotesque shapes.
Roland glanced at them, turned his head, and asked, "Stephanie, I want to ask you a question. Didn't anyone check with the Dust of Appearance when you used to make sacrifices?"
She shook her head repeatedly and hugged Roland's arm even harder.
Roland scrutinized them for a while more and said, "These ghosts seem to be members of your royal family."
Huh?
Although Stephanie was scared, she hadn't been the First Princess for nothing. She had presided over many major events and had a large number of royal guards under her command.
She had seen great scenes, seen storms, snow, and blood … If tens of thousands of living people stood in front of her, she wouldn't even blink.
But this was a dense swarm of scary ghosts.
She was scared, but not to the point where she didn't dare to speak or move.
Hearing Roland's words, she swept her gaze over, and then realized that these ghosts, indeed, were all wearing the finery of the royal family.
There were even elderly ghosts wearing crowns.
Stephanie's heart stirred, and her gaze began to search among these ghosts. Soon, her pupils fixed on a middle-aged woman.
Gradually, the fear disappeared from her face, and there were even traces of tears in her eyes.
"Mother!"
Stephanie looked at a certain middle-aged woman among the ghosts, let go of Roland's hand, and subconsciously took a few steps forward.
But the middle-aged female ghost smiled and shook her head.
Stephanie stopped in her tracks.
She just stared at the middle-aged woman. Time passed little by little.
The ghosts just watched, and they didn't take another step forward.
Stephanie also just watched, not wanting to go forward.
Soon, the ghosts all faded away.
The duration of the Dust of Appearance had passed.
Stephanie wiped her eyes and returned to Roland's side.
Now the fear on her face was a lot less.
Roland turned his head and asked, "Do you need me to use the Dust of Appearance again?"
"No." Stephanie shook her head. "I'm already satisfied knowing that Mother is here."
"Should we continue forward?"
Stephanie took the initiative to walk ahead and said lightly, "I'll lead the way."
Compared to before she entered the royal mausoleum, the current Stephanie gave off a more composed feeling.
It was as if he had gained a sense of security.
But thinking about it, it was normal. These so-called ghosts were almost all members of the royal family. It could be the souls of members of the royal family from hundreds or even thousands of years ago.
However, Roland found it strange that the Nether God didn't take away so many souls in one place.
Stephanie walked faster and faster in the front.
After crossing several high bridges and climbing several stone steps, when Roland felt that he was about to get lost, the two of them finally climbed to a platform.
This platform was very large. Only when he stood there did Roland realize that this platform seemed to be the center of the entire royal tomb.
Moreover, the densely packed stone bridges in the surroundings formed a 'net' that blocked him just now.
They couldn't see this place from the way they came.
In the center of the platform was an active magic array.
Although there was also magic light, it was a cold light … the light didn't travel far, and more importantly, the center of this magic array was a little lower than the surroundings.
"Payne's legendary necklace is in the center of the magic array," Stephanie said, standing in the middle of the magic array. Standing in the middle of the magic array, Stephanie said, "We usually hold rituals here too, but most of us don't know what this magic array is for. My father probably knows, but he never told me."
Roland walked to the side of the magic array and examined it carefully.
This magic array was a very common circle, and the pattern of the magic array would slowly brighten and then brighten again, as if it were breathing.
And in the center of the magic array, there was indeed a necklace made of all white crystals.
In each thumb-sized crystal grain, there was a faint cloud of magic power surging.
He looked for a while and finally found the node of the magic array.
At this point, Stephanie came over, stood beside him, and asked, "Can you see anything?"
"I have some idea, but it will take time to confirm." Roland looked around. "Do you still see that glowing female soul now?"
Stephanie shook her head repeatedly. "I guess she should also be a member of our royal family."
"It's hard to say."
Stephanie's heart was in her throat, and she looked at Roland inquiringly.
Crouching down, he lightly touched the magic array with the tip of his finger, and a tiny bolt of lightning wrapped around Roland's finger and then quickly disappeared.
He stood up again and said, "There's a faint evil aura here, exactly the same as the area of your soul that's been corrupted, and also very similar to what's on Peter, but not the same individual."
"What does this mean?"
Stephanie didn't know much about magic, so she always followed the principle of asking if she didn't understand.
"I don't know what the woman you saw really looked like, but I know that she most likely came from the same place as the demons Peter provoked."
Stephanie's expression was a little annoyed. "So these demons are coming for our capital?"
Probably!
Roland walked around the magic array and said, "Now I have a general idea what this magic array is for."
"Oh?"
"It's used to protect the soul, and at the same time isolate the soul from the outside world." Roland tsked. "So this royal tomb is full of ghosts."
Stephanie thought about it and said, "But what's the purpose of doing this? Is it another kind of immortality? "
"Probably." Roland thought for a moment and asked, "What's the name of the king who forged the bronze door and threw the iron blocks into the water?"
"Penn?"
"Hmph, sure enough." Roland laughed. "Actually, the trump card of your royal family is not that exaggerated bronze door, nor the large number of iron blocks thrown into the water, but the ghosts of the members of the royal family in this royal tomb."
"Ghosts?"
Roland nodded. "I just took a look, and each of these ghosts is quite powerful, which means that this is a terrible army of ghost professionals, and once your royal family is in danger, it's probably time to let them out."
Stephanie froze for a moment, then clapped her hands abruptly. "As expected of an ancestor, you're thinking long-term."
"But this still doesn't solve the problem of the corrupted area in your soul world." Roland looked at the necklace placed in the magic array. "This thing is the eye of the array, and for a long time, it's been providing the magic array with energy. Also, the average person can't take it out. The magic array has its own protection function, and the Third Prince probably returned empty-handed because he couldn't get into the magic array. However, what I'm curious about is that this magic necklace is at least a few hundred years old, if not a thousand. Even the energy of the magic bricks should've been used up by now. Why is it still supplying energy to such a large magic formation? "
Stephanie showed an apologetic expression.
Even Roland didn't know about magic, much less her.
"Let me check."
The Mage's curiosity was piqued, and Roland opened his mental tentacles and extended them toward the eye of the magic array.
Soon, a dozen mental tentacles were tied to the magic necklace in the middle.
Upon contact, a constant amount of magic could be felt flowing out of the magic necklace. The amount of magic flowing out wasn't much, not much at all, but something was wrong if it had been flowing like this for hundreds or even thousands of years.
Roland's mental tentacles reached into the magic necklace and soon found something unusual.
This magic necklace actually came with a small soul world.
And magic flowed out of this small soul world.
Without hesitation, Roland's mental tentacles drilled a hole on the outside of the small world and probed inside.
Then a picture flashed through his mind, and he found himself standing on a desolate red earth.
In front of Roland, there was an old man sitting, wearing a crown.
And a little further away, there was a huge walking winged devil.
He was twice the size of all the walking winged devils Roland had seen in the Realm of Earth Devils.
Even crawling on all fours, his human upper body was at least six meters tall.
The walking winged devil's expression was rather pained. Green blood kept flowing out of his body, which was bubbling and flowing to the ground. Then, it poured into the ground and disappeared.
Was the outflow of magic … because of this?
Roland turned his gaze to the old man.
The old man wearing the crown stared blankly into the distance, then seemed to feel Roland's gaze. He didn't turn his head and simply said, "Lu … Verna … Do you still want to … fight … me?"
His voice was hesitant, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time and didn't even know how to say a word.
Roland answered, "I'm not Verna, old man, who are you?"
When the old man heard Roland's words, his whole body suddenly trembled, then he slowly turned his head, and his almost completely numb and dazed eyes came back to life.
"My goddess, it's actually a young outsider."
He looked at Roland with fanatical eyes, then gradually stood up. "I can't believe it."
Roland keenly noticed that the old man seemed to be on the verge of crying.
Why is he so agitated? He subconsciously took a few steps back.
Seeing Roland retreat, the old man panicked. "Don't go, don't go, I don't mean to hurt you. Come talk to me, I haven't talked to a normal person for more than seven hundred years."
Roland turned his head to look not far away, at the walking winged devil who was bound to the ground and could be said to be "sleeping"!
"Old man, who are you?"
"I am the seventh king of Fareins." The old man adjusted his golden crown. "Payne the Lionheart."
"Payne's legendary necklace …"
"I made it." He waved his hand, and a round table and chairs appeared between the two of them, followed by some fruit wine and pastries. "Young man, tell me, what's the situation outside now?"
"Fareins is still the most powerful country." Roland sat down on the chair and said, "The country is very peaceful now."
"Has the territory expanded?"
"I'm not sure."
"How can you not know?" King Payne was obviously anxious.
"I'm not from Fareins." Roland smiled. "Besides, the royal family doesn't have continuous historical records, so I have no idea how big Fareins was hundreds of years ago."
"North to the Froststar Kingdom. West to the Elf Forest, south to the Red Sea of Orcs. "Old Payne smiled smugly." I took down most of it. "
"That's a long way off." Roland thought about it and said, "Probably only a third of what you were back then."
"Trash, unfilial, useless thing." Old Payne was so angry that his beard almost curled up. "Did you think it was easy for me to take down such a big king? I was about to become emperor if it weren't for the Church of Light … Right, what's the situation with the Church of Light now? "
"About the same as the Fareins Kingdom, relatively balanced."
Old Payne sighed. "That's good, that's good."
"Old King, you actually took down such a large country, you must be very good at governing and fighting," Roland asked.
"Actually, it's all so-so." Old Payne laughed smugly. "I'm best at magic, and the second strongest Mage back then was me, Demigod Payne, Lionheart King Payne. Every time I went to war, I threw fifty fiery meteors down at the same time, and not many people could withstand it, hahahahaha! "
Demigod!
Roland was surprised.
Looking at Roland's expression, this Old Payne felt even more vain, and his laughter became even more arrogant.
Roland couldn't help but ask, "So, who was first?"
"Mystra!" Payne's smile widened at once. "That woman, clearly younger than me, but it only took her thirty years to surpass me. This world is really unfair. "
Roland felt like he was being played … He was already a Demigod, and he still said that the world was unfair.
In the Red Magic Tower, many people had Legend as their lifelong goal, and they didn't even dare to think about becoming a Demigod.
Legendary Masters like Alfred thought that they had no chance of becoming a Demigod in the remaining decades or centuries, and although they were smiling on the surface, there was no telling how desperate they were in their hearts.
"Old King, you're too modest, too much." Roland felt that for the first time, he had been suppressed by someone with magic talent.
It felt weird.
Old Payne laughed. "It's okay, I'll teach you a few tricks to quickly accumulate the upper limit of your magic power. Even if you can't be as amazing as me, you're definitely no worse than other geniuses."
Roland's eyes lit up. "Oh? Tell me, old man. "
"The first method is …" Old Payne was about to talk about his experience when he suddenly remembered something. "Wait, I almost forgot, who are you?"
"Roland. A member of the Red Magic Tower. "
"The Red Magic Tower?" Old Payne shook his head. "Never heard of it. How did you get into the Fareins Royal Tomb? You're an outsider, are you a grave robber? "
"I'm a Mage, not a grave robber."
"Heh, do you think I'm not a Mage?" Old Payne had a look of disdain. "The more powerful the Mage, the more they like grave robbing. There's a lot of past knowledge in there, and if you can find books or records on magic, you'll be rich. And most ancient books can only be read by powerful Mages who can read Language Proficiency, so generally speaking, Mages like grave robbing the most. "
Roland felt that what he said made so much sense that he couldn't refute it.
"Forget it, do me a small favor, and I'll teach you how to accumulate the upper limit of your magic power."
"Please go ahead." Roland stood up. "Just don't ask me to kill people and slaughter gods."
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