Chapter 699: Chapter 193: So-called Gods, Gods Exploded_2
"The peace of the Gods... asleep?" At first, Ian thought it was a misunderstanding by the little girl, but the more he listened, the more sothing felt off. He began to scrutinize the pedestal he was standing on.
Here, many bronze artifacts were placed, none containing any offerings. As Ian turned his head, he finally understood the source of the priests’ anxiety.
He saw.
Where the ti passage had enveloped the area, which was occupied by light, there was another hidden space, with a few veils obscuring a cube-like bronze room.
To call it a room.
Actually, it might be more accurately described as a box a few ters wide. The seemingly not-so-old veils hung down from above, concealing a faintly visible black figure within.
"Damn it! Get back! Hurry down! You can’t go in!" The high priest, seeing Ian turning towards the altar’s interior, panicked, disregarding the need to keep his voice low.
"Stop your blasphemous act! If the Gods awaken, everyone will be dood because of you!"
The high priest began a sowhat hysterical shout, his eyes revealing deep anger and panic, as if Ian were a demon ready to bring catastrophic disaster.
"Relax a bit, I’m just taking a look. Perhaps the one I’m hunting is hiding here, and if that guy escapes, it will bring real disaster and suffering upon you."
Ian wasn’t disrespectful towards ancient beliefs, he was just worried "Malfoy" hid there, awake Gods seed entirely nonsensical to him.
Complete feudal superstition.
Even in a world with magic, it was the sa.
No one understood Gods better than him.
After all, he kept a skeletal God himself.
Without hesitation, Ian pulled back the veil, revealing a scene evoking a nauseating reaction from him, nearly making him lose his dinner.
He saw.
The air was filled with a faint musty sll.
In the center of the room, an ugly humanoid creature sat silently on a dilapidated stone throne. Its skin showed an extrely unhealthy grey-green tone, covered with festering sores. Its limbs were proportionally twisted, as if pieced together from countless broken parts in a discordant way. Its face was even more hideous, with eyes sunken into two dark holes, chapped lips exposing a row of yellowed, broken teeth.
"What kind of God is this... truly unique." Ian didn’t cover his nose, as there was no sll of corpse odor from this cadaver-like body. Perhaps because the skin of this body was desiccated, not only had the flesh decayed, even the festering sores were devoid of moisture.
The ancient body’s skin shriveled, as if all moisture had been rcilessly drained by ti, with skin and sinew tightly clinging to the bones in a desiccated state. Where muscles should have been, were just deep furrows as if cut by blades.
Every bone’s contour was distinctly visible, seeming to break like dry branches with the slightest touch.
Despite the creature’s disgusting appearance, Ian quickly adapted to the environnt. He eagerly approached, trying to ascertain if the creature had any signs of life.
"An indestructible body after many years?" The little wizard gently touched the creature’s arm, feeling the cold, hard bones beneath the visible skin.
"Tsk tsk, so that’s how it is." Ian seed to realize sothing, quickly losing interest, and he turned back to the altar’s outer region.
Now.
Upon seeing his reappearance, the high priest and the other priests sighed in relief, while the opulently dressed little girl peeked curiously at Ian from behind the priests.
"You bear a horrific cri of blaspheming the Gods, you have no idea what you’re doing! Get down!" The high priest, having had enough, intended to climb onto the pedestal.
The other priests lacked the courage of the high priest.
"In this... place, does no one understand alchemy? Obviously a biological alchemy creation, yet you worship it like a God?"
"It’s just a broken alchemy creation, really. If I couldn’t feel the magic power within you, I would doubt if you are wizards at all."
Ian didn’t an to lecture the ancients, he just felt these wizards were the real blasphers of the wizard na, worshiping an alchemy creation for unknown years.
"Get down!!!"
The high priest didn’t want to argue with Ian, the existence of the altar prevented him from releasing magic, but his burly physique allowed him to climb up the altar trying to grab the little wizard.
"Don’t rush, don’t rush, I know how to walk." Seeing the approaching high priest, Ian was about to cast magic to leave, but noticed the high priest’s gaze shifting from anger to fear.
"Awakened! Truly awakened this ti!"
"Oh my! Is that... is that the God who once killed countless people?"
"It is terrifying!"
...
The priests on the ground also let out fearful cries, turning around to flee instantly, while the high priest halfway up let go and fell back to the ground.
"Splatter~"
This must have hurt a lot.
The sound was crisp.
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