The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 193 Blood God? Blood God!
After applying all the magical protection he knew to himself and Hermione, they stepped onto the steps of the golden pyramid temple.

Even little wizards like them could feel the tremendous magical power emanating from the building at the top of the pyramid, so naturally their nerves were on edge.

When walking on the stairs, Ryan discovered that this pyramid was actually made of stone, but it was plated with a thick layer of gold.

But even if it was just a layer of gold, this layer of gold might be about the same as the current reserve gold of the Federation in the Fallout world. You know, the Federation in the Fallout world has expanded to pre-war Washington and New York, and everyone has collected a lot of gold from those places.

However, the gold in a thousand-year-old relic here can be compared with the gold reserves in the industrial age, which shows the power and strength of the witch king at that time.

While lamenting the tyrant king's wealth, they finally stepped onto the last step and came to the door of the building at the top of the pyramid. Such a gorgeous pyramid was actually made of wood, and Ryan could even smell the faint fragrance of wood.

But the fragrance of this wood made Ryan feel even more horrible, compared to everything below that had turned to dust. The wood that could remain fresh after such a long time made people feel more awed by the powerful magic in the building.

After checking again and again to make sure that it was just an ordinary wooden door, Ryan took a deep breath to calm himself, then pulled the door open with force.

Ryan had many guesses about what was behind the door, such as whether it was a sacred temple with the Witch King sitting high on the throne like a statue.

It is also possible that the Witch King is lying quietly in a multi-layered golden coffin, surrounded by countless puppets.

Ryan even thought that the Witch King might have traveled to the East, so he chose the oriental style to build the hall into a spacious space, and the ground was pieced together with various maps to form a map of his power, which was attached with anti-gravity spells. The obsidian coffin containing the Witch King was pulled by nine undead feathered serpents made into corpse puppets and flew in the hall.

In short, there are countless possibilities in this temple. But after opening the door, Ryan found an old man with red hair and beard, wrinkles all over his face, and decorated with all kinds of gold, gems, and feather ornaments sitting on the throne in the middle of the hall. The most terrible thing is that the old man sitting on the throne is alive.

This was a scene that Ryan and his team had never imagined before: the tomb robbers encountered the tomb owner, and the tomb owner was not a zombie but alive.

Obviously, in this case, saying sorry and closing the door is not going to solve the problem. Imagine a person who has lived in a place for more than a thousand years, and then someone suddenly rushes in and wakes him up. It is definitely not something a normal person can handle when he wakes up.

Thinking about the mummies, blood pools and corpse cocoons along the way, it seems that the only way now is to fight for life.

Thinking of this, Ryan made a hand gesture, and a flash of lightning flew out. At this time, the person sitting on the seat shouted: "Wait, little guys, this is not the place to fight."

At this time, Ryan had no time to retract his spell, but this spell that could seriously injure an ordinary wizard suddenly disappeared less than a foot away from the figure sitting on the seat.

"Okay, little guy, stop it. We have important things to do now." The old man said weakly after taking a few breaths. Ryan also put down his arms and stopped attacking. After all, before he figured out why the attack just now was completely ineffective, he felt that it was basically impossible to cause harm to the old man in front of him. Since the opponent called for a stop when he had such a big advantage, then stopping and listening to what he said was the best option now.

Since the battle had stopped, Ryan took this opportunity to look around the hall. After all, it was necessary to confirm the surrounding environment in the current unclear situation. If the talks broke down and a fight broke out, it would be useful for both attacking and running away.

But after just a glance, Ryan withdrew his gaze. Because this space was too clean. How clean could it be? There was nothing except the blood-red throne in the middle of the room.

Yes, there were no carvings, no furniture, and no daily necessities. In addition to the flat stone floor and ceiling, there were only four equally flat walls in this hall, and the only decoration was the star map on the ceiling.

Ryan began to believe that this guy might have really become a god. After all, apart from this explanation, he couldn't think of anything else besides a god that could sit on a chair for a thousand years and still stay alive. Ryan felt that if he was placed here, even if magic could allow him to live for a thousand years, if he sat there all day looking at the unchanging bare ground and walls, he would probably go crazy in less than a year.

The old man seemed to understand Ryan's thoughts. He chuckled and said, "Don't try to understand the gods with your ant-like perspective. You can't even imagine the power of gods."

Well, taking back what he said before, Ryan felt that the man in front of him was indeed crazy, and he excluded himself from the human category so quickly. And more importantly, he felt that the man in front of him had no power beyond human power except that he had lived for a thousand years. After all, this was a magical world. The Alchemist Stone and Horcruxes could do it, and it was not difficult for many powerful wizards to catch his spell silently if they were prepared in advance.

If he had to put it bluntly, Ryan felt that the only thing he couldn't understand right now was how he managed to sit still for a thousand years without any problems with his lumbar spine or hemorrhoids.

After calming down the souls in the sea of ​​consciousness who were a little agitated after seeing the old man, Ryan asked: "Well, since you are a god, why do you still need my help?"

"I see disrespect in your eyes. Don't you know who I am?" After hearing Ryan's question, the old man sitting on the throne raised the scepter in his hand with some anger and asked.

"Wasn't it the Witch King who informed this land thousands of years ago?"

"No, that was just my name when I was still a human. Now I am called the Blood God."

Blood God, this title is a bit evil. In the legend, the title of God also represents their position. In this way, if the one in front of him is a god, he should be an evil god. Ryan thought silently in his heart, and suddenly he had an idea and asked: "If you are really the Blood God, why don't you ask those wizards who claim to be the Blood God Cult to serve you, but you have to let me, an outsider, help you?"

"No, don't mention those guys, they all deserve to die." The old man who called himself the Blood God shouted angrily after hearing Ryan's question. It seems that there must be a story behind this.

(End of this chapter)