The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 563 - 48: Krimasha Relics (9)

He silently closed the notebook. At this mont, although Jones hadn’t obtained the crucial secrets of Krimasha-era magic from the Krimasha Relics, he at least had a clear understanding of what had transpired during that ti.

As for whether the Blood Clan mutated from humans, there was no longer any doubt.

He placed the notebook back on the desk, then lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes in a mont of silent tribute.

This person, although Jones never knew his true identity, should be regarded as his predecessor.

*Would they beco a new species, returning to this world with the knowledge of the Krimasha era?*

Jones didn’t know. At this mont, his feelings were mixed, and he didn’t even know how to describe them.

By comparison, his Giant Snake City was fortunate. Although they hadn’t completely escaped the shadow of the gods and demons, at least the gods and demons couldn’t dismantle them unless they resorted to force. Because there was still the White Bone Holy Light Court, the Lich, and the Blood Clan. They had achieved what the humans of the Krimasha era had wanted from the start: forming a new community of shared destiny across species.

As for the humans of the Krimasha era, the gods and demons didn’t even need to use force to destroy everything they had sacrificed for. Countless people made enormous sacrifices, yet no one even rembered their nas. Just like the skeleton lying before Jones. After reading his diary, Jones didn’t even know his first or last na, only that he had a daughter nad Aisha. And...

"Ansel Lefebvre? The first volunteer in the experint and the grandson of the experint’s host. If the experint succeeded, he would be the first to awaken, a survivor of the Krimasha era?"

Jones slowly exited the room, then turned around and transford into a bat, flying back toward the door he had co through.

"Damn, there’s a problem. If this place really had a ti flow ratio of fifty years to five thousand years outside, it would an a ti difference of a hundredfold. I’ve been here for half an hour, wouldn’t that an two days have passed outside? Why didn’t they co looking for ?"

...

Jones stepped out as he opened the stone door, returning to that vast underground space filled with stone coffins, and looked up.

Above him still floated that huge, white light sphere.

However, sothing bizarre happened. When Jones looked at the enormous light sphere, it slowly rotated a bit, revealing a giant eye that stared back at Jones.

In an instant, Jones’s entire body froze. He began to sweat. Maintaining his standing posture, his eyes widened slowly, and he didn’t dare to move.

"This thing... is it also a Tomb Guardian Demon?"

Wisps of ghostly tentacles, like light traces, gently swept past his side, swaying as if so creature were curiously probing the new object before it.

The underground world was so silent that not a single sound could be heard, not even a whisper of hair.

Ti ticked away bit by bit.

They stared at each other.

Suddenly, without warning, a white light chain inside the light sphere flashed heavily toward Jones.

Jones dodged sharply to the side.

The light chain struck the stone door behind Jones heavily. The stone door remained intact, but the light chain shattered like a column of water, and the magic splattered onto Jones’s face, instantly corroding a patch!

Jones was horrified!

This was pure light energy, a perfect counter to his Blood Clan identity.

Soon after, countless light chains thrashed towards Jones, who could only transform into a bat and flee for his life. The mass of light chains rolled after him, with light magic splashing wildly, yet silently.

In the interplay of light and shadow, Jones’s escape resembled a silent film. If the scattered light magic didn’t hit Jones but struck other objects instead, it would splatter smaller, more diffuse light magic that would eventually scatter into faint, unavoidable white light, yet it still posed a threat to Jones.

In his frantic escape, Jones, who had turned into a bat, was already smoking all over.

"Dora! Dora! Andrew! Are you still there?" Amidst the chaos, Jones almost scread as he flew up to the balcony where they had first entered the underground tomb. There, he saw a scattering of burial artifacts but not a single person.

In a panic, Jones quickly opened the stone door and entered the gold-lined stone chamber they had first entered. He initially thought of sealing the stone door. However, before he could stand firm, he quickly discovered the light chains were passing through the walls and coming directly at him.

*Why did the light chains splatter and shatter when they hit the walls, yet could pass through the walls?*

Jones didn’t even have ti to think, quickly left the stone chamber, and started to ascend.

The light chains silently followed behind him, faster than the Eye Demon’s tentacles, consistently maintaining a certain distance from Jones.

Soon, Jones rushed into what looked like a dry bathhouse. By the light from the pursuing tentacles, he saw a mass identical to the light-elent Tomb Guardian Demon chasing him. The difference was, this one was black... it seed to be a Dark Guardian Demon.