The Vastness of Magi Chapter 107 - 107 2 Half-Beastmen2

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Chapter 107: Chapter 2: Half-Beastn_2

The Food rchants and the owners of the grocery stores welcod this change; the surge in business had them considering hiring more staff and replacing their carts for faster rchandise transportation from Bruce. Almost everyone looked upon these changes in a welcoming light, almost as if they had all forgotten the shadow that Demonsky Castle in the eastern suburbs cast. With each new Lord’s arrival, inevitable disaster and trouble seem to follow, a fate seemingly never lasting beyond three months. Would the arrival of the new Lord this ti change this destiny?

At the mont, Kor had no energy to consider the rumored curse of the demon god. His imdiate concern was how to lead these hundred thousand people safely to Caucasus and ensure they survive the winter until the sumr harvest season. That was his most pressing calculation.

Compared to the harmonious cooperation of the ine immigrants after establishing communication through Reese, the immigrants from ine City-State and Susoer City-State seed less congenial. Perhaps they had heard of the remoteness and barrenness of Caucasus, along with various horrific tales. The immigrants from these two regions were full of complaints about the migration, but they had neither the option to stay in the Three Kingdoms nor the desire to beco slaves to the beastn. And the cold northern winds were enough to make anyone keep their distance. Despite their reluctance, they had no choice but to embark on the journey south with weary steps.

Gazing at the long procession of families dragging their feet with so bewildernt, Kor found his mood was no longer the excitent or irritation of the initial days. What was ant to co would eventually arrive. Having accepted this trouble, he had no choice but to push forward with determination. Maybe things were not as bad as he had imagined. The first batch of food from Palermo had already been transported out of Duke Zellin’s granary ahead of the group. That guy indeed had so ability, managing to convince Zellin, who was originally displeased with the matter, to agree to sell and transport the food. The safety issues of the region they passed through had also been resolved thanks to the joint public relations efforts of the Internal Affairs Manager and Palermo. Kor hoped that Puber, who remained behind, would give him a pleasant surprise, and not leave too many troubles for him to solve.

Thinking of the endless discussions of the demon god’s curse by the representatives of ine City-State and Susoer City-State made Kor’s head ache. The fear and infamy brought by Demonsky Castle seed to have spread throughout the Kingdom of Nicosia and even the entire Northern Alliance. After all, three Lords eting their mysterious ends shortly after taking over the territory was a coincidence that, combined with the unique geography of Caucasus, was enough to convince anyone that it was an ominous place. To dispel the fears of these anxious people, perhaps the only solution was for him to move into Demonsky Castle and live happily and safely. However, that seed to be an uncertain gamble.

The horse-drawn carriage rattled forward on the dry, hard mud road. Reese had already returned to his kin, shouldering the task Kor had given him. He needed more ti to introduce the beauty and wealth of Caucasus to his kin, of course, with a suitable exaggeration added.

Gently pulling the window board, Kor withdrew his gaze wearily and laid his head back on the cushion at his neck. He seed to have never had a mont’s peace since leaving Cyprus. The carefree tis he spent wandering with Puber and Ilot were probably gone forever. For life, for survival, people need to struggle towards their own goals. He was no different, and weren’t these refugees outside the window the sa? And what was the ultimate goal of his own struggle? To beco a qualified and successful Lord, or to beco the King of Dark Magic, as his Master had said?

Scenes of chaos from the past kept flooding his mind. With the window board closed, the swaying carriage seed sowhat dim. Kor closed his eyes in a daze, his hand instinctively reaching into his chest to caress the crystal stone ward by his body temperature.

“Where is this?” The sky turned dark and threatening, with saw-toothed and spherical lightning intermittently piercing the rolling dark clouds. The distant rumbles of thunder, though muffled, were daunting. Enormous, stela-like archways, with no gaps between them, stood aside. Made of so material, five ters tall and polished to a sheen, they were inscribed with strange symbols that seed sohow familiar, yet Kor couldn’t recall where he had seen them before.

Tall as a man, the wild grass swayed in the howling wind, with tenacious ribbon-like leaves coiling into the air like dancing elves before falling again, and then rising and falling anew. In the distance, the sun set in the west, and the blue-gray clouds at the horizon felt oppressively suffocating. Overhead, dark clouds had piled up slowly, as though plotting sothing ominous.

The incessant cawing of crows from groves of withered trees was piercing. Behind a gravestone-shaped archway was a broad stone slab path, stretching far into the distance toward the entrance of a huge complex of buildings. Kor unconsciously followed the stone path ahead, and in a daze, it felt almost as though this was a place he had lived before. But upon a focused thought, Kor realized he had never seen these buildings before.

At the end of the avenue, the buildings ca into clear view, looking like a group of palaces with a style different from anywhere else on the Continent. The black walls, constructed of unknown material, crowned the entrance to the palace. There stood two rows of massive bluish-gray stone sculptures of mythical creatures that looked sowhat sinister under the afterglow of the setting sun. The sphinxes—with their sly smiles and glints of blue in their eyes—inspired a chilling sensation. With faces of ancient beauties, lion bodies, and dark green eagle wings, it seed as if they had blood traces seeping from their teeth, residues from devouring travelers who couldn’t solve their riddles. Kor didn’t understand why such creature statues would be at the entrance of such a grand palace. Although their expressions varied, it was evident that these statues looked like they had been petrified directly from the real thing, which also instilled a sense of fear in Kor as he approached the palace entrance.

The palace doors opened automatically, enshrouded in black mist that prevented Kor from seeing what lay inside. He hesitated, drawn by sothing within he could not identify, having arrived here as if mysteriously lured. In his mont of indecision, a dignified and chilling voice ca from inside the palace, “Enter, Guide, for the wheel of fate has brought us to the point of collision, and it is your destiny to inherit all that is mine.”

It was as if under a spell; Kor found the confident voice irresistibly alluring, and even before he fully understood the aning of the words, he realized his feet had carried him inside without hesitation.

The palace’s vaulted ceiling soared high, supported by twelve massive black stone pillars on each side. What surprised Kor was that, upon gazing upward, the curved vault bore a relief of a mask—a mask of the dark deity—Hades, god of the underworld, smiling eerily—a mask seldom worshipped throughout the Continent.

Atop an erald nephrite throne sat a figure made of stone. No, it couldn’t be called a re stone statue; it was almost a full sculpture, except that the head was a living entity. The twitching eyebrows and stern eyes proved it was indeed a living human head, but a closer look revealed that everything below the neck was pure white jade sculpture. And yet, they were connected so seamlessly and perfectly, one could not see any inconsistency.

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