The power of the ancient warlocks was indeed extrely strong. Among other things, that powerful seal magic carved on the wall of the ruins stood as proof of that.
Achieving such an effect today would be a miraculous feat.
In this field of absolute magic-prohibition, any magic would lose its function. Even the power of the evil god could not possibly be used.
With such a temple to isolate it from the outside world, it had no way to affect other creatures.
Before the Nounon ca, the evil god could not invade minds and spirits, which ant that it had lost its only ans of attack.
While this controlled the evil gods, the chanism outside the ruins and the Manticore could also block all outsiders.
The ancient warlocks who built the Temple originally designed it very well, and they intended it to seal the statue of the evil god forever.
Unfortunately, they probably did not anticipate that a thousand years later, the surrounding environnt would undergo such massive changes.
All the ancient magicians who were once strong and powerful beca history and disappeared with the evolution of human civilization.
This area had also turned into a large marsh, and the entire site had sunk to the depths of the earth. Many places were destroyed as the building sank and naturally weathered. The powerful sealing magic that was originally engraved on the wall was thus cracked and gradually lost its original role. The powerful force now perating the hall might be less than one-tenth of what it was in its heyday.
The power of the evil god ca back again, and its statue was brought back by Okegiga to the Centaurs’ colony.
All that remained was this temple, quietly imrsed in the depths of the swamp, as well as the aningless caretaker.
Evan’s fingers gently glided across the marble, and he could clearly feel the vicissitudes of history after the impressive power represented by the ancient magic words and magic symbols on the wall.
He walked forward for more than ten minutes and did not cross the entire side of the corridor.
The space inside this relic was beyond imagination, and it might take several hours to walk back and forth in it.
There wasn’t enough left of the hour Evan and Caresius agreed on, and he could not go on.
He had planned to record the ancient magic inscriptions carved on the wall and all the magic symbols and go back to study them slowly. Now it seed that he had to find ti to co back again.
He decided to go to the middle, take a look at the place where the evil god statue was found, and then go back.
This exploration allowed him to see the power of ancient warlocks, a powerful force beyond anything known with modern magic.
The more he ca into contact with it, the more he realized how insignificant his knowledge of magic was.
It’s to take under consideration that when he first entered school, he was, like other young wizards, excited for half a day if he cast a spell successfully.
He once thought that the power of Dumbledore and Voldemort was already the limit that wizards could reach.
Later, as he studied magic docunts and ca into contact with the relics and magic powers left by the Four Founders and other ancient wizards, Evan gradually realized that power that once was so strong in his eyes might be just the beginning.
When he saw the power of the evil gods and the ancient warlocks, a brand-new gate was opened in front of him.
There were still many mysteries in the wizarding world that he did not understand. There was a lot of knowledge he needed to acquire.
In awe, Evan crossed the cloister and walked into the lush garden.
All the plants in it were unknown to him, and with a touch of magic, they looked unique.
Looking at a column of purple oak trees, he couldn’t help but wonder if, like the huge do plants outside; the surrounding plants had actually been transford by the magic that filled the space, which made them beco so strange.
The vine plants surrounded the whole garden and took it as the center, spreading upward.
In the orange fluorescent scenery, looking at the grotesque plants around him, Evan felt like he was on a strange planet.
He walked forward for a long ti, and then he saw a square stone platform.
The surrounding ground was rounded by huge and brilliant boulders, engraved with sophisticated magic symbols.
The stone platform itself was tightly entangled with green plants, hiding its original appearance.
Evan rembered that Okegiga once said that when he discovered the statue of the evil god, it was entangled in a square stone platform with a large number of withered plants.
It should be the place, but without the corrosive power of the evil god, the surrounding plants were back to life.
This was the center of the whole relic and the place with the strongest magic power in the hall.
Evan carefully observed the surroundings, and found nothing different except that the strange magic was extraordinarily rich.
He moved closer and closer, with a strange feeling that sothing seed to be attracting him on the stone platform.
He used all his strength to remove a sheltered vine and saw an irregular circular groove in the center of the stone platform.
It was originally used to place the statue of the evil god, and complicated dark gold magic lines extended around it.
Following these lines, Evan kept pulling out the vines that covered them. Then he realized that the magic lines on the stone platform intertwined to form two ancient magic inscriptions.
Evan knew these two words, which ant “silence.”
Absolutely, they appeared in Nicolas Flal’s Pictographic Dictionary.
“Silence!” Evan repeated it with the pronunciation of the ancient magic script. What was the aning of these two words?!
Perhaps, it was the na of this powerful magic in the ruins hall.
His voice just fell, and The Book of Abraham, which was in his pocket, suddenly flew out by itself!
It was glowing with white light, floating in front of Evan, and its pages were flipping fast.
Evan was surprised to see the ancient book in front of him. The last ti this happened, it was in the illusion of the evil god.
At that ti, the book also flew out suddenly, sealing the horrible evil spirit at a critical juncture.
What was going on this ti?!
The Book of Abraham quickly flipped through the first two parts and stopped briefly on the front page of the third part.
There was a mass of ink on it, and only the foot of the forr evil god could be shown.
Soon, the pages turned back a few more pages and stopped imdiately.
On the originally blank pages, texts emitting blue light quickly appeared.
At the top were the two ancient magical words “Silence” that Evan saw on the stone platform. Below were the incomprehensible magic symbols and ancient magic characters engraved on the wall of the ruins. Under the effect of an invisible power, they were quickly recorded.
Evan felt that the rest of the entire hall was gathering here.
He looked up and saw the light shining on the walls around him, the contents of which floated out in a light blue mist. With their own location as the core, these light and fog quickly converged to form a huge whirlpool.
They rolled over and eventually rged into The Book of Abraham to form the words recorded on it.
Before Evan could figure out what was going on, he heard a slight click on the stone platform.
These dreamlike mists suddenly disappeared, and The Book of Abraham fell to the ground.
What happened? Was everything recorded?!
Evan hurriedly picked up The Book of Abraham, but could find only one third!
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