Capítulo 925: Chapter 460: Revelation, Ancient Yinduo, the Calamity of Lost Voices! (Second Supplent)
Oiris’s sharp azure wings pierced through the murky and heavy black clouds, deviating from their original route, and began to enter the territory that once belonged to the Tangista Empire.
Ronan stood at the majestic wingtip of Oiris, gazing downward. He had never been to Tangista, but he knew that the once Tangista could never have presented such a scene before him.
Now, Tangista resembled a cursed giant’s corpse, its skin covered in festering and swollen pustules.
The vast plains were filled with decaying swamps; the vegetation of the forests had disappeared, like raised, hardened scabs clustering together, and the rivers beneath had dried up, appearing as purple-black fungal threads.
Innurable abyssal creatures scurried like flies and maggots along the earth and low skies.
Ronan prompted Oiris to lower its body, then jumped down from its back, parting the omnipresent, floating purple-black smoke in the air, and gently landed his feet on a plot of fallow land.
The land emitted a strong stench of rot and was filled with twisted, grotesque black wheat. A sowhat clean scarecrow stood among the fields. Ronan looked down and saw piles of eerie, pallid eggs within the wheat field. He casually tore off a stalk of wheat, squeezed it slightly, and out oozed a thick, corrosive black sli.
Ronan moved past the wheat field and walked toward the city visible in the distance.
This once flourishing city now bore no trace of human presence. Atop the city walls stood a bare flagpole.
Creatures resembling a cross between bats and frogs clung to the city wall, which was covered in yellow-green mold. They shrieked like cats upon seeing Ronan.
“Buzz—”
The Star Force Field emanated from his body, causing the creatures with oily green eyes, charging madly at Ronan, to burst upon nearing him within a hundred-ter radius due to the unseen power of the force field.
Ronan strolled through this foul rain of monster corpses into the city, proceeding down the central avenue.
The various crooked and collapsed buildings on both sides crowded together like boils; whether it was walls or rooftops, they were covered in a layer of thick, writhing, sinister moss.
The air was filled with a dust-like sll. At the avenue’s end, beside a collapsed fountain filled with putrid water, Ronan saw the “assemblage” of all living creatures of this city and its surroundings.
Nurous fresh, decayed, or dried corpses were stacked and fused to form a gigantic sacrificial tower. The ground around it bore the emblematic Sixth Ring symbol of the Ancient Witch Revival Association, along with nurous bizarre, twisted writings and unintelligible symbols.
Ronan’s eyes followed the towering flesh and bone tower upward. The base of the tower was ford of livestock and animal corpses, above that were human bodies, then magic beasts, and finally, the bodies of wizards dressed in magic robes.
“A sacrificial tower with a strong abyssal style; the incantations at its base ntion words like ‘Evil Eye’ and ‘Malicious Overseer’…”
Alazan’s voice softly sounded in his ear, as he too observed the scene.
“Can you read these writings?”
Ronan looked down, staring at the dark red letters painted with dried blood on the ground.
“I can only recognize a small part. I once read a few books about the Abyss Demon Clan; there are too many languages from the abyss, and no one can know them all…”
Alazan paused for a mont and continued, “This sacrificial tower seems to have been used and abandoned; it even contains so runes from a shared array…”
“Shared array?”
Ronan’s expression shifted slightly, “What is that?”
“If you ever go to the Middle Ring, you will inevitably encounter it. Sooner or later, you will likely use it as well,”
Alazan concisely explained, “It’s terd as a shared array, but generally, it’s high-level wizards sharing the energy, thoughts, and knowledge of lower-level wizards one-sidedly… using arrays to aggregate into additional units of wisdom for deriving and analyzing their research.
The damage to lower-level wizards from shared arrays is almost negligible, but the shared array runes involved here have been extensively altered, no longer rely sharing and not limited to energy or thoughts, but even including soul and life. Terms like ‘plunder’ and ‘nourishnt’ would be more fitting…”
“Plunder nourishnt… deduction… analysis…”
Ronan murmured while gazing at the magnificent yet brutal flesh and blood sacrificial tower before him, “The White Wizard King used the power of the Ancient Witch Revival Association, sacrificing the lives of all lower-level wizards and citizens of Tangista without hesitation, to make up for the shortcomings in his bloodline and rid himself of the Weakening Blood…”
Ronan seed to have found the answer and seed to understand why he saw the forr commander of the Tangista Empire’s First Legion, Wizard Thomas, at the guest seat of Selena.
The White Wizard King had indeed gone mad.
From the mont he allied with the Ancient Witch Revival Association and killed his forr friend Walitz Phoenix, he had lost his sanity.
For such a madman, it mattered not if the entire Upper Ring Continent was dragged down with him.
Ronan no longer needed to look any further; he could imagine that, now, throughout the Tangista Empire’s borders, there must be countless similar sacrificial towers.
This land had already been wholly corroded by the abyss, reminiscent of the forr Quivada Oasis. It seed the history of the Keldim Empire was about to repeat itself.
Ronan called for Oiris, and the Ancient Thunder Eagle carried him up into the sky once more.
At this mont, from the distant, dense clouds ca a roar resembling that of a lion and a tiger. The black clouds parted, and a gigantic, ferocious magic beast erged.
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