The First Magic World War

Chapter 350: 332, The descendants of non-Michael are not allowed to enter through this gate.

Charles ignited a Blood Flame in his palm, lighting the path ahead.

Saint Michael City had transformed the entire hill into a city, building not only a seven-layered city along the mountain but also carving out seven layers of Labyrinth inside Mount St. Michael.

Charles had already searched three layers and had now found the entrance to the fourth layer of the Labyrinth. The fourth layer was concealed by a black stone door, upon which was written in ancient script: “None but the descendants of Michael shall enter this gate!”

Of course, Charles was not a descendant of Michael, but he was not about to heed the warning.

With a slight exertion of his gathered energy, black flames burst from the door, forming seven fire snakes that coiled towards him.

Luckily Charles withdrew quickly, or he would have been scorched. He raised his left hand, adorned with three Golden Rings. The seven fire snakes coiled for a moment before gradually retracting back into the stone door. He then pushed at the black stone door which opened readily.

Charles shrugged and thought, “It seems in this world, there is no genetic verification; possessing the tokens alone allows one to impersonate a descendant of Michael.”

Behind the black stone door lay an enormous hall filled with coffins, each placed on its own stone plinth, with something resembling a tombstone in front, covered in inscriptions.

The coffins, all richly ornate and even inlaid with jewels, resembled works of art, yet they still exuded a chilling aura that was rather uncomfortable.

Charles was not very brave, suddenly confronted by so many coffins, his heart raced. He slapped the stone door behind him, using the Special Ability of the Mirror Palace to create a Magic Mirror.

The Mirror Gate and the Mirror Palace were essentially related, both involved the creation of Magic Mirrors. The former allowed one to return to the Mirror World, while the latter could create many more Magic Mirrors, forming a miniature Labyrinth. The Mirror Gate was a means of escape; the Mirror Palace, however, was a fighting contrivance.

Charles first created a Magic Mirror, so he could easily escape whenever necessary.@@novelbin@@

This place full of coffins made him quite frightened.

Charles walked to one of the coffins, took a moment to decipher the words on the tombstone, and found he could understand them. It seemed to be an epitaph, describing the life of the person lying within.

This coffin belonged to the third king of the Kingdom of Saint Michael. His boasted achievements in life, in Charles’ view, amounted to nothing more than: Living quietly until death!

He moved to another coffin, reading the tombstone before it. This coffin contained a queen, the inscription praising her beauty.

Well, unremarkable achievements in life.

Having walked around, Charles silently compared it with the history of St. Michael Island. Back in Strasbourg, he had visited the library several times to research, and the history of the Kingdom of Saint Michael was neither a secret nor obscured. He realized only the bodies of three kings were missing.

One of them was the very first king of the Kingdom of Saint Michael, the one who summoned a Divine Creature and transformed himself into a “Holy Spirit”!

The last King of the Kingdom of Saint Michael was murdered in collusion with pirates, and his body was said to have been ignited, reduced to ashes—a fate not befitting his status. Yet, there was another King of Saint Michael whose body was missing, the sixth monarch. This king was quite mysterious. In all the documents Charles found, there was no mention of him, even though he had reigned for over fifty years.

Charles did not attempt to open the coffin, even though he guessed it might contain many treasures and perhaps even extraordinary weapons. But since even generations of pirates did not take them, or perhaps took them but then replaced the coffin lid, he naturally chose to—conform!

Passing through countless coffins, Charles soon arrived at another hall, filled entirely with the books collected by the Kingdom of Saint Michael, various histories, documents, secret techniques, and even some novels and poetry!

Seeing this place that resembled a library, Charles felt a trace of emotion and thought to himself, “The successive Kings of Saint Michael were quite fond of reading!”

He passed through countless bookshelves and then there was no path ahead.

Charles felt something was off. Wasn’t this only the fourth level of the Maze Grotto? Shouldn’t there be at least three more levels?

Moreover, on the black stone door, there was a threatening inscription that read, “Descendants not of Michael shall not enter this gate.” There must be something “substantial” inside.

Although he did not find a divine creature or see the Holy Light Divine State Title, Charles was not disheartened. He pondered for a long time and decided to call for Old Goat Herolf, who had ruled here for a long time, and likely knew nearly all the secrets.

Charles had never asked Old Goat about another divine creature, partly due to his little bit of pettiness. After all, Charles had faced the Evil God several times and even heard the whispers of the Serpent of Destiny. He was not too impressed by mere divine creatures, and he always felt that seeing such a thing would bring him bad luck.

This time, it was Old Goat who left a note saying there was another extraordinary battleship on St. Michael Island, which made him come to take a look.

Just as Charles was about to turn and leave, the three Golden Rings on his hand simultaneously lit up, his view darkened slightly, and he was transported to another space.

The space here was vast, but unlike the four levels above, it had no smooth ground or signs of excavation. It was a natural cave, and in the center of the cave floated Saint Michael.

Before, Charles had not looked closely at this divine creature; after all, its emergence was accompanied by an overwhelming aura and a vast holy force field that even some of the Sacred Order could hardly move freely. Charles dared not get close. Now, looking at the saintly spirit, it was actually very handsome, appearing as if in a deep sleep, eyes closed, not moving, its holy force field contracted into a cocoon of light enveloping itself.

Although he had the Golden Rings, Charles did not want to disturb Him. However, he discovered that entering the fifth layer of the Maze Grotto on St. Michael Island required the help of the Golden Rings, which made him somewhat happy.

That’s the secret of exploration, much more interesting than forcing it out of Old Goat.

Charles observed the saintly spirit for a while, and was about to look for the sixth level of the Maze Grotto when he saw a pile of bones in the corner of the natural cave. Curiosity got the better of him, and he went over for a look. The pile of bones seemed to have been disturbed many times, scattered into pieces, with nothing of value left.

Charles guessed that these might belong to the first king of Michael, who had taken over the divine creature’s shell, and his mortal body was discarded here. The Golden Ram Herolf must have come here, and others had probably entered before, taking any valuable things from the old king, leaving only worthless bones.

In the country where Charles lived during his past life, although bodies were definitely cremated after death, the concept of burial still deeply embedded in his mind, he drew out the Blood Rose and dug a shallow pit in the ground, lightly burying the pile of bones.

Suddenly, Charles faintly heard light laughter, filled with an indescribable “joy”.

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