Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 162 Dogs and Doors

Although Luger knew that the beautiful insectoid was not looking at him, he still felt uncomfortable with that unwavering gaze. It seemed that there were words that could not be finished in a few days and nights, expectations and concerns that could not be fully expressed even with the most powerful words, but even more so, there was determination.

"Aunt Fifty-Nine, your scent is so lovely." A slightly childish voice rang out.

This was also the first time Luger had heard a sound in this darkness.

Ruger's mind raced for half a second before he opened his mouth in surprise, even though he couldn't see his own mouth from there.

It was a familiar voice to Luger, and a small figure constantly rushing towards the Mystery City. When chatting with Luger, the little bug-man would dangle his short legs. The little crybaby bug-man had made a promise with Luger that when he grew up, he would come out to play with Luger even if he entered the city.

As Luger watched the ever-growing number of insectoids gather, he remembered that the little crybaby had said he was a member of the insectoid race. These must be the aunts and maternal aunts that the little crybaby had mentioned in such an exaggerated number.

He thought of the characteristics of the Mystery City and found it hard to bear watching any longer.

When he first entered the City of Mystery, he witnessed a wizard's apprentice turn into a book in front of him.

“Look closely, child, you are the last hope of our race. The insect-people will never return to that land to become experimental subjects. Hundreds of years of waiting, though in vain, are not without hope. You are that hope; at least we have come this far,” the beautiful insect-person said. “Look at me. If our next spell fails, I will use my last strength to burn the bloodline left by our ancestors. When I see that city, I will crash into it for you. That will cause it to appear in the world sooner. You must chase after it, keep chasing, don’t stop, and keep track of the direction it will fall…”

Ruger seemed to faintly hear the little crybaby crying.

More and more giant insect beings gathered together, shaking their antennae and holding hands. They were of different heights and appearances, some with wounds and even missing an arm. The insect beings missing an arm would bite the hand offered by the insect beings next to them, connecting with each other and surrounding the beautiful and elegant insect being.

More and more gathered, and the tallest, most elegant and beautiful insectoid became like a flower stamen surrounded by many other insectoids.

A faint blue light appeared among the insectoid beings, and the aura of the tall and beautiful insectoid beings began to rise steadily. Luger gradually felt the same oppressive feeling that Dasoya Fanxing had when she opened her eyes after completing the sublimation ritual.

The outermost group of insectoids began to collapse, starting with those who were wounded. Then the collapse gradually moved towards the center, with dozens, even hundreds, of insectoids falling one after another, some leaving only a pool of blood and a few small pieces of insect shell from their joints on the ground.

The little crybaby's cries grew louder.

Ruger searched everywhere for him, but he seemed to be obscured by darkness and dim light, and could only hear his weeping.

"Ugh……"

A sigh.

The elegant and beautiful giant insect looked up at the sky, her long, fair neck making her appear even more aloof.

The last few dozen insectoids lay sprawled on the ground, not dead like the others, but unable to get up for a while.

It's a failure! Ruger thought to himself.

He felt like he was watching a tragedy whose ending was already predetermined.

“Remember, remember what I said,” the elegant, tall insectoid turned his head again and said, “Also, do not seek revenge against the wizard Netley. Even without Lord Netley, there will be other wizards. This is the fate of our insectoid race. All you have to do is grow up well, grow up carrying our hopes. Once you enter that city… you will be safe.”

Suddenly, the beautiful giant insect-man soared into the sky.

The little crybaby seemed to be crying with all its might.

Accompanied by a lonely cry, a place shrouded in a hazy golden light appeared before the beautiful giant insect-man.

As the giant insectoid collided with the golden light, Luger finally saw the little crybaby insectoid. The tiny insectoid was shaking its shoulders and crying loudly, its face covered in tears and snot. The darkness in front of Luger began to distort.

The elegant and beautiful giant insectoid was reduced to fragments, just like its wounded and dead kin.

Suddenly, a flash appeared behind the golden light, twisting together with the fragment.

Darkness surged before Luger, all figures were gone, the cries were gone, the phantom of the golden land was gone, only that twisted mass was still turning.

He had already seen that it was transforming into a book, and it all happened in the blink of an eye.

He composed himself and watched with great interest as the black book was born.

A thin, hair-like golden light, twisting and turning, drew his gaze. He froze, his mind exploding as he saw a golden door. He couldn't help but glimpse a sliver of what lay behind it.

Ruger felt as if he had been hit on the head with a heavy hammer.

The golden light dissipated, the darkness receded, and he was instantly pulled out of the spell state of the Divine Art.

Ruger was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, only to feel his head hurt even more, and the blood flowing from his nostrils was flicked onto the ground.

The creation of this black book was the sacrifice of the insectoids and the power of the knowledge world. Since we've already seen the insectoids, could we be seeing the knowledge world next? That golden door? Ruger felt a chill run down his spine.

This divine artifact technique carries unexpected risks when used.

Ruger took out a bottle of fruit wine and took a couple of sips to calm his nerves.

Or rather, regardless of whether one uses divine artifact techniques, there will always be some risk involved in seeing or hearing a lot.

Glug! Luger downed a whole bottle of wine in one gulp.

Ruger wiped his mouth and laughed again.

That fleeting glimpse just now added some knowledge to his mind, or rather, not profound knowledge. The door led by the golden light seemed to respond to the doubts he held in his heart, and some of the questions that had been bothering him received some answers, though not comprehensive.

For example, the spiral pattern on his body was indeed formed under the influence of his foul-smelling skin. The mutation and high compatibility of the magic gave birth to this thing by chance. The answer was not comprehensive. There were also some other questions. Only the first half of the answer was given. Perhaps if you read on, you will get more responses and more accurate answers. But it felt like it was deliberately tempting him, wanting him to peek at that door again.

As Luger's headache subsided, his smile widened.

Those half-baked answers are not the greatest gain from glimpsing the world of knowledge.

Perhaps it was to lure in a first-time, accidental spy, or perhaps he was just lucky.

Perhaps his long-standing anxieties about the future had an effect, because the world of knowledge responded to him with a complete sublimation ritual.

As Ruger studied the sublimation ritual, his smile gradually faded.

He doesn't seem to need this; perhaps it's just another bait being thrown out.

The ceremony is called the Sublime Ceremony of the Shepherd.

(End of this chapter)