The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 192: Seeing Death as Life (Please subscribe, collect, and recommend)

In the messy hall, Ryan listened to the souls in front of him telling their stories and asked: "Can you tell me what is behind this door?"

"It's the palace where the Witch King lived. Everything inside is prepared for his eternal life." A younger-looking witch soul standing in the back row said, "The Witch King inside is my father. I heard him talking to himself in the palace. When he found me, I was turned into a corpse cocoon."

It seemed that there would be no other traps ahead. Thinking of this, Ryan felt much better, so he asked the souls in front of him, "What are your plans now?"

After the souls gathered together and whispered for a while, the soul who claimed to be the daughter of the Witch King walked forward, saluted to Ryan, and said, "The Witch King is great, but he is no longer himself after that journey in pursuit of immortality. We hope that you can take us in and send him to where he should go. In this way, we can also fulfill our wishes and then walk on the road of death."

Once again signing the oath with death itself, a group of temporary residents moved into Ryan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Ryan finally understood why such a powerful civilization disappeared without a trace: not every corpse cocoon could be made successfully, and more than 30 corpse cocoons meant that at least 300 wizards had died behind them.

After all, the more powerful anything in the magic world is, the lower the success rate of its production. In Ryan's life magic inheritance, the success rate of making a corpse puppet warrior with a shelf life of no more than half a year is at most a little over 80%. The success rate of a magician who can last for a thousand years must not be much higher.

Even if according to what the wizard souls just said, the wizard king had already comprehended the mysteries of life and death when he created them, the success rate of this kind of thing would not exceed one in ten.

Think about it again. The complex writing system of this civilization is not conducive to the spread of culture. The number of wizards may be less than that of other civilizations (illiterate people can never reach the level of normal wizards). The wizards killed by the wizard king in order to make corpse cocoons are probably the vast majority of wizards in the territory. Together with those who are related to the construction of the temple in the blood pool outside, it is estimated that all the knowledgeable people in the entire civilization died here.

A civilization that loses its knowledge inheritors and leaders will soon be in trouble for civil war or exodus because the land cannot support enough people, and will eventually become completely barbaric. It is very likely that the much smaller city-states and pyramid temples in Central America were built by the people who escaped from here, but in the absence of sufficient magic and knowledge, they could only form some simplified versions of civilization.

No wonder the Witch King's daughter said that he was no longer himself. To completely destroy the civilization he had built for the sake of eternal life was simply not something a normal human being could do.

After lamenting the destruction of a great civilization, Ryan began to search for spoils from the charcoal on the ground. Before being sealed into the sculpture, each wizard had a variety of magic props on his body, but unfortunately, with the passage of time and the baptism of lightning just now, there were only a few things that could really be left.

But things that can survive the double blow of the passage of time and thunderstorms are definitely good things. Ryan finally obtained an obsidian ceremonial knife, a meteorite amulet and a jade slab inlaid with gold edges. After asking the wizard souls in the sea of ​​consciousness, the owners of these things told Ryan how to use the magic props in front of him.

Ryan then gained a small knife that can be used in magic rituals against spirits, an amulet that can withstand an instant death attack, and a magic tablet for advanced corpse manipulation and corpse transformation.

Finally, Ryan burned the mummies into ashes with a blazing flame, then took out a few empty bottles and filled them with ashes. He chose a good place in the hall, pried open the floor tiles and buried the bottles. After all, their souls had provided Ryan with a lot of help, and it was inappropriate to let them stay here in this situation. So Ryan spent some time to help them rest in peace. As for the blood pool just now, there was really no way, so he could only ask someone to bury it after he got out.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Ryan went back to call Hermione back. When he found Hermione, he found that she was sitting against a pillar, with her fingers crossed on her knees, praying for Ryan. "Are you okay?" Hermione saw Ryan, who was a little dusty, coming over, and immediately stood up and asked.

"It's okay, I just got some dust on me when I was looking for loot after the fight." Ryan handed the meteorite amulet to Hermione. "This thing can avoid one instant death attack, you should take it with you. After all, it's very dangerous here, and I feel more at ease if you carry this with you."

Hermione nodded and took the amulet with her, and then the two of them came to the wooden door.

After checking the door according to the instructions of the souls in his mind, Ryan pushed it open. He was stunned the moment he opened the door, because standing in front of him was a warrior wearing golden armor and holding an obsidian spear. Ryan could even see the complex tattoo patterns on his face.

Ryan and the other man subconsciously waved their hands and prepared to cast a spell. Ryan felt extremely nervous because there was an iron rule in life spells: the more powerful the dead creatures were, the less different they were from when they were alive. He didn't even dare to think about how powerful a creature like this one would be.

But perhaps the wind was created when he waved his arms, and the warrior quickly turned into powder in front of them. The set of golden equipment on his body fell to the ground with a crackling sound, and was scattered everywhere.

Ryan walked forward to take a closer look, only to find that the warrior in front of him had died long ago. But because this place had been sealed for thousands of years, it was intact under the protection of magic. But after they opened the door, the sealed environment was completely broken, so he naturally turned into dust.

So that's how it is. Whether it's the colors on the Qin Terracotta Warriors or the lotus slices in the Mawangdui Han Tomb, rapid weathering after an environmental change is a very common phenomenon in the archaeological community. Even if this is archaeology in the magical world, many principles are common.

After finding out the reason, Ryan and his companions bypassed the pile of golden armor in the middle of the road and continued to move forward. At this time, Ryan could be sure that they were now in another dimension in the temple. Because inside this door was a complete temple, and there was even a golden magic ball in the sky that released light and acted as the sun.

Time seemed to have stopped here. There was a soldier standing guard under each column of the temple, and maids were scattered in the courtyard in groups of three or four. In the middle of the courtyard, the priests dressed in gorgeous clothes seemed to be going to the golden temple in front to meet their gods. Everything was just like when the witch king was still alive.

But all the organic matter visible to the naked eye was weathering rapidly. Of course, when Ryan and his companions arrived at the front of the Golden Pyramid Temple, everything had disappeared, leaving only piles of ashes and scattered stones and gold products in the ashes.

"Do you want to stay here?" Ryan asked Hermione. "Because the temple up there should be the most dangerous place here."

"I think if the thing inside can defeat you, no place in this pyramid is safe, and I'm not a burden. Maybe I can help you by going up there." Hermione thought for a moment and said firmly.

"Okay, let's go up together." After saying that, the two of them walked down the stairs towards the building at the top of the pyramid.

(End of this chapter)