DreamersGN Chapter 119 My Lord, Times Have Changed
Chapter 119 My Lord, Times Have Changed
Chapter 119 My Lord, Times Have Changed
Vida chanted an incantation, and magical light flashed across his fingertips.
The stone wall in front of them then changed, becoming a heavy stone door.
The stone gate is carved with a winged reptile that exudes an ancient aura; it is clearly the legendary dragon.
"Right here, the entrance to the ancient Frost Tomb of Frost. I didn't expect them to hide it so well; we almost missed it."
Finn took over his action, tapping the stone door lightly with the tip of his staff, producing a dull sound.
A flash of inspiration, symbolizing the "knocking technique," appeared, and the stone door opened with a sound.
"Go in quickly, or those troublemakers will come after us."
Ivan, with a crossbow in one hand and a sword in the other, was the first to step into the Frost Tomb.
Vida frowned at him and said with displeasure:
"Stop using the term 'troublemakers' all the time. Do you think that, besides nobles, only troublemakers exist in the world?"
"Ha, but you can't deny that those so-called commoners are greedy, short-sighted, and rude. You'd much rather talk to a polite nobleman."
Or should I talk to an illiterate commoner?
"I'd rather mingle with commoners than put on airs with so-called nobles."
Ivan's words angered the mage, and it seemed that a real fight was about to break out between the two.
Seeing the situation was turning sour, Fein quickly tried to smooth things over:
"Alright, everyone keep to yourselves. Don't forget we're still in the territory of the Winter Lord. We can talk about it when we get back."
The chilling wind from the Frost Mound swept past, dissipating some of the tension between the two.
"Vida, don't forget you're a mage, not a commoner."
Ivan coldly chose the next sentence and continued to delve deeper.
No one noticed that Vida paused, muttering to himself in a voice barely audible.
"I am a mage, but I have never forgotten that before this, I was raised by commoners."
A chilling atmosphere enveloped them, and a sense of the bizarre lingered. As the three ventured deeper, they felt as if they had stepped into another world.
A realm entirely different from the material world.
The dark side is becoming increasingly active, and various negative elements are filling the surroundings, making Veda, a mage specializing in the element of light, feel extremely uncomfortable.
With each step forward, the surrounding shadows grow thicker, as if they are about to transform from invisible to visible.
Even with holy light above their heads, the three could not see through the darkness.
Instead, they felt the area illuminated by the holy light shrinking, and shadows surging towards them like a tide.
In the deep silence, Vida suddenly spoke:
"Something's not right. The light is being swallowed up, and if I'm not mistaken, we're gradually leaving the material world and entering a realm filled with the aura of death."
The other two could sense a deep unease in his words.
Even a master of the Five Seals, when venturing into such a dangerous place, would behave much like an ordinary person.
"The lighting range has indeed weakened considerably, but what about that area you mentioned, filled with the aura of death?"
Ivan kept his dissatisfaction with him buried deep in his heart and remained extremely vigilant.
"I suspect that this place has been influenced by the concept of another dimension, whose laws are significantly different from those of the material world of Itnity."
"This is the domain of darkness; positive elements and power are greatly diminished here."
Vida's words sent chills down the spines of the other two.
"To isolate such a large underground area from the material world, one would probably need a spellcaster of the rank of an immortal, or a lord of a demiplane, to possess such an ability, right?"
He swallowed hard, and Finn's breathing became heavy.
He sensed something was wrong; the air around him seemed to have become thick, and breathing and moving required more effort.
Ivan sensed something was wrong and gave a warning:
"Something's not right. Have you noticed that we've slowed down considerably? We've been walking for so long, and we still haven't gotten out of this passage."
The other two reacted and gasped simultaneously.
"Wait, why are there three gasps?" Ivan turned around abruptly, picked up the Dragon Hunter Crossbow in his hand, and placed his fingers on the trigger.
The other two also distanced themselves, ready to cast spells at any moment.
"Who are you?!"
They then noticed that a tall, thin man had somehow slipped into the group. He was wearing a painter's hat, holding a long, thick paintbrush, and watching them with a smile.
"Me? You can call me the painter."
Arken placed one hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and exposed his neck covered with red spots.
The three men noticed that he was wearing two rings on his ring finger.
It was these two rings that connected them to the darkness of the passage, trapping them inside.
Arken was unfazed by the three men's undisguised murderous intent, and instead laughed:
"I designed this passage. Darkness can interfere with people's perception and sense of time. If you're not careful, you can get lost here forever."
Even after death, the soul may repeat the behaviors it had in life.
"It is an honor that my design for the Dark Corridor was chosen by the master and allowed to remain in the Frost Tomb, and you... I hope you can be among the first exhibits."
The paintbrush, which was almost like a spear, steadily blocked the crossbow bolts. Arken was completely unconcerned about the three men's sudden attack and splashed out large swaths of paint.
The paint struck the stone wall, shattered, and turned into colorful mist that surged toward the three people.
While they were distracted by the paint, Arken disappeared back into the darkness, vanishing without a trace.
"Cough cough, what is this? I only inhaled a little bit, why do I feel like laughing? Pfft, hahaha—"
"Be careful, this stuff is poisonous and can make us laugh uncontrollably."
Vida summoned a gust of wind that dispersed the multicolored mist, and then cast a forced calming spell on the other two, finally stopping their maniacal laughter.
"Phew, thanks, Vader." Ivan, expressionless, looked at the renewed darkness and the crumbling Holy Light, and asked:
"Do you have any way to get out of this passage?"
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"I can try to communicate with my sect leader and seek his help."
Forced to remain calm, Fein didn't say much and immediately took action.
He recited a series of obscure and strange incantations, and in an instant, the other two felt the gaze of a powerful being sweep over them.
With Fane's body as the pivot, a force symbolizing decay arrives from a distant plane.
As soon as the power of decay appeared, the surrounding darkness retreated as if it had encountered its natural enemy.
"Hurry up and go."
Panting heavily, Finn led the way.
The three hadn't run far when they saw a glimmer of light ahead.
The air suddenly became scorching hot, with a pungent smell of sulfur; every breath felt like your lungs were on fire.
"Be careful, don't..." Ivan stopped mid-sentence, frozen in place, unable to utter the rest of his sentence.
His mouth was wide open, almost big enough to fit an egg.
"Is this... a demon attack?"
Vida pulled his body aside, looked ahead, and her pupils contracted sharply.
His eyes were bloodshot, reflecting a vast, fiery space.
Directly in front of the three, a huge furnace was suspended by thick chains, radiating waves of heat.
At the bottom of the furnace, a large waterfall of molten metal cascades down, flowing into a dark red river that flows forward.
Strangely, after these molten metals flowed into that strange river, they did not solidify but remained molten, combining with the blood-like substance in the river water and flowing downstream.
They flowed down the river into the pipes along the edge, and then along the pipes to a casting area.
There, a large number of demon-like craftsmen were wielding forging hammers and manipulating alchemy devices of unknown purpose, shaping the molten metal into all sorts of parts.
Finally, these parts are sent to another assembly area, where they are assembled into a strange, elongated alchemical artifact.
The demon wizards stood aside, spewing blasphemous words and imbuing these creations with evil power.
clang!
The sound of hammering echoed in the underground space. It was a scene of bustling activity, but the three of them felt a chill in their hearts.
"So many demons, so many craftsmen, the power that Winter Lord actually wields is far more than what he shows on the surface," Ivan said in a trembling voice, his face ashen.
He began to regret taking on this mission; he might even lose his life now.
The three glanced at the dark passage behind them, tacitly keeping silent and trying not to make any noise, as they attempted to cross the edge of the forging area.
"Three uninvited guests trying to pass through here without greeting the host is not in accordance with etiquette."
A goat-headed demon dressed in a black suit, a red overcoat, a monocle, and a top hat blocked the three of them.
It removed its hat and bowed, the human-skin magic book in its hand moving without wind, and the squad of soldiers behind it stood straight, glaring at the three. "Please allow me to introduce myself first. I am Bazett, the second boss of the Demon Legion."
Bazett leaned on his cane, a smile on his face, maintaining impeccable courtesy even when facing enemies.
"The uninvited arrival of the three guests is impolite, but our great host has specifically instructed that if you..."
Before it could finish speaking, the three people in front of it attacked first.
The Dragon Slayer Crossbow fired steel arrows coated with sacred grease.
A burst of light elemental energy flashed across the mage's staff.
The beam of magical energy burst sliced through the air, leaving behind a trail of dark, corrosive energy.
However, these attacks were blocked by magical protection and had no effect whatsoever.
"...Despicable methods are not polite." Bazett narrowed his eyes, his tone icy.
It raised its hand, and the demon soldiers behind it raised the alchemical artifacts in their hands.
"Three guests, times have changed."
As soon as he finished speaking, a gunshot rang out.
Boom!
Modi caught the slightest tremor, smiled slightly, and said:
"Elena, did you hear that? That's the chorus of alchemical fire."
"I thought I would fire the first shot on the battlefield, but I didn't expect someone to break into Frost Tomb at this time."
Elena fiddled with her sidearm, casually glancing at the map in front of her.
The entire northern region is included, even including the locations of some hidden tombs.
"Are you planning to target the other lords?"
"No, I plan to go here first." Modi pointed to the western part of the map, where there was a continuous mountain range.
Elena leaned closer for a look and instinctively held her breath.
On the map, the location of the western mountainous area is marked with an inconspicuous name.
Oduhim.