Transcendent Dawn

ꨡ[6Ba~oNz4: Chapter 0804: Thirteen (Monthly ticket 1600 bonus, asking for monthly tickets) Chapter 804: Chapter 0804: Thirteen (Monthly ticket 1600 bonus, asking for monthly tickets) In the dense tropical rainforest.

The humid and hot environment, decaying swamps, and poisonous insects and fierce animals might be the nightmare of a common adventure team.

But for a great magician, none of this really mattered.

Not to mention, for this expedition, the Empire had deployed three Floating Cities and three legendary magic tutors!

The small primitive tribe hardly had time to resist before they were crushed like ants.

Led by Dami, a group of magicians delved deep into the rainforest, following the traces of the native activities, and discovered an Insect Clan relic.

“Just as I thought… there are relics here.”

Dami said delightedly.

However, the accompanying magician, looking at the brown stones next to him and the several pits of ten thousand people and various skeletal remains within, was filled with shock, “How much blood must have been spilled… to have turned the stones this color… I can feel that every tile here is shrouded in immense negative energy…”

“Hmm, Insect Clan relics, toward the later stages, are inclined towards bloody sacrifices, this is recognized by all historians…”

Dami was unimpressed.

Even if such places spawned negative energy concentrations like ‘Revenants’ and ‘Blood Demons’, they weren’t a match for a legendary magician.

They continued deeper and saw the well-preserved blood-colored Vormont Language on the buildings on both sides.

“Hmm, these are entirely new words, worth recording!”

A magician immediately took out a scroll and began to record.

Dami pondered, “The ‘witchcraft’ origin of that primitive tribe is probably from here… they simply don’t have the ability to delve deep.”

Boom!

Accompanied by magic, a thick layer of rock was lifted.

Behind it, numerous Insect Clan puppets rushed out, easily annihilated by the magicians.

“At last… at last…”

Dami, with excitement on his face, exclaimed, “I have finally found you…”

If he could bring back the thirteenth Acute Angle Monument and achieve a great feat, he might become the third most influential person in the Magic Empire!

He took the lead down the passage, with layers of magical barriers emerging around him.

The pitch-dark space was illuminated by magic, revealing the surrounding Strange carvings.

Countless lines twisted to form a Strange pattern.

Soft murmurs, as if distant calls, kept entering their ears.

As the group continued deeper, the voice grew louder.

“Ah!”

Finally, a magician could no longer endure, his eyes full of bloodshot, directed his magic wand towards his companion, “Corrosion ray!”

Hisss!

Amidst the green light, his companion’s shield was corroded, flesh fell apart, and they screamed as they fell to the ground.

“Alfred, what are you doing?”

Dami, shocked and angry, struck with his magic, knocking Alfred unconscious.

“This one is beyond saving…”

The accompanying magic tutor first checked the unfortunate victim hit by the corrosion ray, shook his head, looked at Alfred, and spread detection magic over him.

“Hmm, it feels… like he’s been hit by a psychic type of magic.”

“Everyone be careful, don’t look at the wall carvings around!”

Dami waved his hand, and a layer of bright silver light emerged, “Mental Protection!”

The next moment, each magician felt as if an additional barrier had been added to their inner self, the oppressive feeling was greatly reduced, although they could still hear the voices.

“Continue!”

Dami continued down, arriving at a vast abyss.

After casting an Illumination spell, they could see the canyon filled with layers of skeletons.

Insect Clan, Sea Monkeys, various giant beasts…

Various skeletons filled every space, evidently a large sacrificial site.

“Ten thousand?

Or a million?”

Dami felt a chill in his body as he cast the Flight Spell, weaving among the multitude of skeletons.

Their empty eye sockets seemed to come alive, coldly staring at him.

In the canyon lands, there were also various tall statues, yet they were bizarre and strangely shaped, seemingly sculpted arbitrarily by a madman, filled with chaos and madness.

“It’s truly unbelievable…”

“Such a large burial pit is a major discovery in history…”

The two accompanying magic tutors murmured, not very tense.

As high-ranking members of the Magic Empire, they had their own arrogance.

The group continuously delved deeper, eventually spotting an altar made of obsidian with an acute angle monument erected at its center.

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A flicker of excitement appeared on Dami’s face, but he did not rashly approach.

Near the acute angle monument, there likely lay the deadliest of traps, which had already been confirmed earlier.

“Magic Puppet!”

They easily summoned a group of Earth Elements—giants temporarily formed from soil—who stepped onto the altar and pulled out the acute angle monument.

The air became extremely still.

But after a moment, nothing happened.

“That easy?”

Dami felt puzzled, “Could the trap have malfunctioned?”

He had the Earth Elements carry down the acute angle monument, his gaze involuntarily attracted to it.

Not just him, all the magicians felt the same.

After all, everything about the Magic Empire originated from the acute angle monuments.

The acute angle monument could be said to be the source of all magic, holding a fatal attraction for them.

But this acute angle monument was clearly different from the others.

The ‘strings’ on it were very chaotic, like a disordered ball of yarn, nearly impossible to decipher.

Yet oddly, it exuded a magnetic pull, firmly captivating the gaze of all magicians.

Seeing these twisted patterns, Dami began to speculate involuntarily that maybe, in some distant ancient era, there were grand beings on the continent known as—Ancient Rulers.

Among them, the Sky Ruler possessed the power of “Arcane,” while the Flame Ruler had the power of “flame.”

“What…

what is happening?”

Dami was startled, “Why am I thinking of so many things?”

This information was not projected by the acute angle monument but was ‘fabricated’ by him, which made him question if he was experiencing some mental issues.

“Samo, what did you see?”

He turned to the other magic tutor beside him.

The tutor’s expression was stunned as he muttered in Vormont Language, “Great ancient beings, the Dominator of the Dream, His revered name is…

Mont—!”

“Do not!”

Dami felt an instantaneous chill, “Do not use the transcendental language to utter that name!!”

But it was already too late.

Samo devoutly shouted, “Montiq!”

“Ah!”

In an instant, all the magicians collapsed to the ground.

Dami was drenched in cold sweat, feeling an indescribable gaze upon him.

His mental strength as a Level Five Mage, even the Mental Protection he had set up, appeared as ludicrous as ants under that gaze, crumbling violently.

In his mind, only one voice kept echoing.

It was the Vormont pronunciation of “Montiq!”

The great Ancient Ruler!