"Is this an alternate dimension?" Douglas had also thought that this place would always be a gray hall and a black gate, and there wouldn't be any other changes. Therefore, he was slightly stunned when he saw this world filled with trees.
Fernando flew in first. "It seems that there are a lot of worlds that are similar to alternate dimensions in the Realm of Gates other than the gray hall. I wonder if there are intelligent lives, too."
"I'm more inclined to believe that there are different kinds of spectres, like this one here." Douglas observed the environment and made a rough guess.
At this moment, seven headless dwarfs walked to Fernando and Douglas with a gray coffin that was much longer than their bodies. Dull voices came from their stomachs. "Are you princes?"
"Huh?" Douglas examined the defense on his body and looked at them suspiciously.
"A prince with a head is not a good prince. The princess will scold us." The headless dwarf in the lead said, his stomach bulging.
Douglas was amused. "Is it better to be headless?"
"There will be no worries if you are headless. There will be no sorrow if you are headless. There will be no concern about your appearance if you are headless …" A hoarse female voice suddenly echoed from the gray coffin. The lifeless feeling around flooded in from the gaps and condensed into black air, increasing the power of death inside quickly and reaching the legendary level.
After a crack, the cover of the gray coffin was opened. A headless woman in a pure white court dress sat up, with a weird necklace made of red apples on her chest.
The necklace seemed hilarious, but if one observed more carefully, they would discover that there was a human face on every apple. They were seven gray faces of dwarfs and one round face of a girl. It was quite chilling.
"Give me your heads! Give me your heads! " The headless woman screamed miserably. The intense air of death spread out, and soundwaves that could destroy the soul spread out.
Fernando looked at everything emotionlessly and suddenly opened his mouth. "Boring."
Pa!
The sound of lightning hitting the ground echoed. The dozens of square kilometers around were enshrouded in a "forest" made of lightning. The headless princess was reduced to ashes together with the forest!
"Headless? I think I've seen this custom before. " Douglas recalled the source of the inexplicable sense of familiarity. "When I was developing the Solar Islands, I once met a few aborigines. They believed that the human head was the symbol of life. If there was still a head after death, there would be a disaster. Therefore, every time before burial, they would cut off the head of the deceased and burn it with fire. It was very similar to the situation just now."
Fernando did not participate in the development of the Solar Islands. While listening to Douglas's explanation, he slightly frowned and asked, "Are we in a dream or illusion? Is that why the things we are familiar with will turn into all kinds of weird things?"
"I'm a top legend in the school of astrology. If I can't tell the difference between a dream and an illusion, it can only be the work of the God of Truth. Leaving aside the question of whether or not the gods of such a level exist, is it really necessary to use such a roundabout approach?" Douglas said calmly and confidently, "This is the World of Souls. The phenomena related to death may be unique in this place. We need to study its mechanism and patterns."
A gust of cold wind blew past them, and a hoarse and shrill female voice suddenly sounded behind them.
"Give me your head! Give me your head! "
The female voice gradually changed its tone. The ashes on the ground gathered in a swirl and condensed into a headless shadow again!
However, it was no longer a white court dress but a white robe with a platinum staff in her hand!
"This monster …" Fernando bellowed in fury.
Douglas said solemnly with a smile, "Benedict III seems to be much more handsome without a head."
… …
In the gray wilderness that was full of tombstones …
Lucien split his attention. While walking quickly with Rhein, he analyzed the crown of the 'Primeval Mummy'. The legendary item seemed to have been specially processed by the Lich King. It was not as easy to crack as a rough one. Lucien estimated that it would take at least two to three hours to crack it.
"Wait a moment." Rhein opened his mouth without any sign.
Lucien stopped and let go of Rhein's arm. "Mr. Rhein, have you found anything?"
Rhein warmed up his limbs. Part of his weakness seemed to have been eliminated. The vampire prince's recovery ability was indeed unbelievable. "Have you noticed the patterns on the tombstones?"
"Aren't they from the ancient Meshkate Empire?" The Meshkate Empire was one of the three ancient magic empires that occupied the area to the south of the current Gusta Empire. The magic patterns that belonged to it were undoubtedly one of the fundamental elements of arcana. Many necromancy spells required similar things. Therefore, Lucien did not find it strange.
Rhein bent down and touched the ancient and mysterious patterns on the tombstones with his long fingers. "These are the patterns from the early years of the ancient Meshkate Empire. Because they are similar to the patterns in the middle and the later years, only an observer of history like me can tell them apart."
"Is there anything special about them?" Although Lucien was in a hurry to reach the location that Maskelyne marked, Rhein must have a reason that he was willing to waste his precious time here. So, he asked in the telepathic bond.
Rhein smiled casually. "We're looking for Maskelyne's legacy in order to crack the secrets of the Realm of Gates and the monsters. Now that we have a lead, we naturally cannot let go of it. We cannot reverse the purpose and the method. The patterns are not too special. They only indicate that the tombstones belong to the early years of the ancient Meshkate Empire. "
"However, the 'early years' and the tombstones everywhere reminded me of the most famous ritual in the early years of the Meshkate Empire, the ritual of 'Life Regression'."
"The ritual of 'Life Regression'?" Lucien remembered the famous ritual in the history of necromancy.
Rhein wiped his fingers elegantly with a handkerchief. "Yes, the ritual of 'Life Regression'. The people of the Meshkate Empire generally believed that there was an extremely powerful intelligent creature at the beginning. He was the most perfect life with the most magnificent light of spirituality. He created human beings, elves, dragons and other species with his blood, and then he disappeared in the river of time. If you want to gain more power, you can reverse the process and meld the intelligent creatures of different species, making you infinitely close to the 'Primordial Ones'."
"The early funerals of the ancient Meshkate people followed such an idea. They made giants with wood that was full of spirituality and buried them at the center of the cemetery. Every deceased person left only their clothes in their grave, and their body was filled into the wood giant, hoping that they would meld with each other after they died and become something close to the 'Primordial Ones'. Although the ritual gradually disappeared, many spells of the school of necromancy left obvious traces of its inheritance, such as sewing the body."
Lucien recalled the spells of the school of necromancy that he knew and nodded his head. "That's indeed the case. Was the 'somebody had been here' written on the paper referring to a certain legendary sorcerer of the ancient Meshkate Empire? "
"It's possible, but it's hard to imagine that a legendary mage would set up such a large-scale graveyard. Did he risk his life to come here just to do this? Lucien, you should know very well that the World of Souls corresponds to the main material world, except that the locations are chaotic. If the pattern is extended to the Realm of Gates, can we consider it as a reflection of the customs of death in the Realm of Gates? " Rhein dropped the soft handkerchief and smashed the cover of the grave and the coffin. As he expected, there was only a black coat inside.
Lucien thought for a moment and said, "It's a very logical deduction. What does the monster represent? It can't be the fear of death in the heart of every intelligent creature, can it? Also, I'm more inclined to believe that it's the mysterious existence of the World of Souls. "
When it came to 'heart', Lucien suddenly shivered and vaguely remembered something, but he was still not able to see through the mist. Therefore, he frowned and thought hard. Perhaps it was the difference in the surface that covered the 'appearance' of his memory. That was why he could not find anything similar.
"All in all, the monster is traceable," Rhein said with a smile, "Let's wait for Maskelyne's relics to give us more clues."
Lucien sighed. "Even if we figure out what the monster is and how it was created, the greatest mystery for me is why it exists in such a way and what arcana principles it is based on."
"You are more and more like a grand arcanist." Rhein was amused.
Suddenly, the ground trembled violently, as if some monster was crawling out of the ground. The tombstones collapsed one after another.
Rhein chuckled. "It seems that the 'Primordial Ones' here have 'evolved' into powerful spectres. Lucien, it's up to you. If you can't, I'll lend you my legendary item."
The air of danger and gloominess spread out. After a puff, the tombstones fell apart, and the mud splashed. An enormous black arm extended out of the ground.
Then, a greenish-black giant that was dozens of meters tall suddenly sat up. Its arms, chest, and head were densely packed with complete intelligent life forms. There were humans, dwarves, dragons, elves, and murlocs. Together, they formed the giant's body.
The giant opened its eyes. Dark red flames were bouncing. There was nothing but silence and nothingness in its eyes. There was no trace of life at all.
Lucien took Rhein away from the black giant with 'Precise Teleportation'. His heart was palpitating for the lifeless ash. It was the fear from the bottom of the heart of every intelligent creature.
"It's only level-one legendary. Lucien, you can't be defeated by this slow and unintelligent guy, can you? Huh, its heart is made of 'Fountain of Youth'. No wonder Maskelyne said that there were many surprises in this place. "Rhein's weakness was not gone, but his eyes were sharp.
"Fountain of Youth?" In the telepathic bond, Lucien repeated solemnly. It was a material that could be used for a legendary life-prolonging ritual!
"Atomic Fission!"
Rumble!
An enormous fireball burst out on the head of the black giant and covered it quickly. Everything around was destroyed, and a mushroom cloud rose up.
"Simple and violent …" Rhein commented.
Lucien condensed 'Space Staff' in his hands, ready to control it later. Suddenly, he thought of something. "Mr. Rhein, I saw similar tombstones and patterns in the Lord of the Undead's' Resting Place '. Does it mean that one of his hidden spells is related to the' Primordial Ones'?"
Rhein pondered for a moment. "Perhaps he has refined his original body into the 'Original Body'. It seems that his real strength is stronger than what he has shown."
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