HPMRS CH 191: Entering the tomb!

In a messy hall, Ryan heard the souls in front of him narrate their story and asked: "Can you tell me what's behind this door?"

"The Witch King's palace residence of that year, all in all, this is where he decided to go for his eternal life." Stood back a soul which was a young witch itself, and said, "Witch King was my father, he was once thinking aloud in the palace by himself, but I heard it. Afterward, he found me, and I was turned into a corpse cocoon."

It seemed that there would be no other pitfalls ahead, thinking about the easy path ahead, Ryan was in a better mood, so he asked the souls in front of him. "What are your plans now?"

After these souls gathered together and whispered for a while, the soul who claimed to be the daughter of the Witch King came to the front and saluted Ryan, and then said. "The Witch King is great, but he is no longer himself after that journey that he took in the search of longevity. We hope you can take us in and send him where we should go. Then we can also fulfill our wish, and then we'll knock the death's door."

Once again signing the oath with death itself, A new group of temporary residents entered Ryan's body.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Ryan finally knew why such a powerful civilization would disappear without a trace.

30 cocoons represent at least 300 wizard deaths behind the scenes.

After all, the more powerful anything is in the magical world, the lower the success rate of production. The success rate of making a corpse puppet warrior with a shelf life of no more than half a year in Ryan's life magic inheritance is a little more than 80%. For this kind of magic which can last for thousands of years, The success rate is should be even much lower.

Even according to the words of the wizard souls just now, the wizard king had already understood the mystery of life and death when he made them. The success rate of this kind of thing still did not exceed one in ten.

Think about the complex writing system of this civilization, which is very unfavorable for the spread of culture, the number of wizards here maybe a little less than other civilizations. The wizards killed by the Witch-King to make the cocoons are probably most of the wizards in his territory. In addition to the people in the blood pool outside who were involved in the construction of the temple, it is estimated that all the people who mastered the knowledge of this civilization died here.

A civilization that has lost its inheritors and leaders of knowledge, is doomed to have a civil war or flee because the land cannot support the population. In the end, the civilization will be completely deserted.

Probably, when these people fled to other places, because of the lack of adequate knowledge of magic and technology, they were only able to form some simplified version of riverside civilizations.

There's no wonder, that the daughter of the Witch King said that he was no longer himself, for the sake of immortality, he destroyed the civilization that he himself built, this was not something that a normal human could do.

After lamenting the destruction of a great civilization, Ryan began to search for loot from the coke on the ground. Each wizard was sealed into the sculpture with a variety of magic props, but unfortunately, with the passage of time and the lightning baptism just now, very few things were left.

But it is definitely a good thing if it survived the double blow of time and thunderstorms. Ryan finally harvested an obsidian ceremonial knife, a meteorite amulet, and an emerald slab with a gold border. After asking the wizard souls in the sea of consciousness, The owner of these things told Ryan how to use the magic item in front of him.

So Ryan received a small knife for spirits that could be used in magic rituals, an amulet that could withstand an instant attack, and a magic stone plate for corpse manipulation and corpse transformation.

Finally, Ryan burned the corpse into ashes with a blazing flame, then took out a few empty bottles for the ashes, and chose a good place in the hall to pry open the floor tiles and bury the bottles. After all, their souls have provided a lot of help to Ryan, and it would be inappropriate for them to stay here under these circumstances. So Ryan took a bit of effort to help them settle down.

As for the blood pool just now, there is no way for him to deal with that, he can only ask someone else to take care of that after going out.

After clearing the battlefield, Ryan returned to call back Hermione. When he found Hermione, he found her sitting there leaning on the pillar, her fingers crossed on her knees, praying for Ryan.

"Are you okay?" Hermione immediately stood up and asked when she saw Ryan, who was a little ashamed, coming over.

"It's okay, I just got ashes on my body when turning over the spoils after the fight." After speaking, Ryan handed the meteorite amulet to Hermione. "This thing can avoid an instant death attack. Take it. After all, it's dangerous here."

Hermione nodded and put the amulet on her body, and then the two of them came to the wooden door.

After checking the door based on the guidance of the souls in his mind, Ryan pushed the door open. He was stunned the moment he opened the door because standing in front of him was a warrior wearing gold armor and holding an obsidian spear. Ryan could even see the complicated tattoo lines on his face.

Subconsciously, Ryan and Hermione, both waved wands in their hands to cast a spell at the same time, especially Ryan felt extremely nervous now. Because there is an iron law in life spells, the more powerful the dead creatures are, the closer they are to their original power and spirituality when they were alive.

But maybe the wind was brought up when he waved his arm, and the samurai quickly turned into powder in front of them. A set of golden equipment on his body crackled and fell to the ground and fell everywhere.

Ryan stepped forward to check carefully, only to find that the samurai in front of him was dead long ago. But under the protection of the integrity of magic, it was protected. But after they opened the door, the airtight environment was completely broken, so he naturally turned into dust.

Ryan and Hermione circumvented the pile of golden armor in the middle of the road and went forward. At this time, Ryan was sure that they were now in a new space in the temple. Because inside this gate is a complete temple by itself, there is even a golden magic ball in the sky that releases light and acts as the sun.

The time here seemed to be frozen. Under each pillar of the temple, there was a soldier standing guard, and the maidservants in twos and threes were distributed in the courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard, the lavishly dressed priests seemed to be heading to the golden temple in front to meet their gods. Everything was like when the Witch-King was still alive.

But all the organic matter visible to the naked eye is rapidly weathering. Of course, when Ryan and Hermione walked to the Golden Pyramid Temple, all this had disappeared. Only piles of ashes and scattered stones and gold products in the ashes were left.

"Do you want to stay here?" Ryan asked Hermione. "The temple above should be the most dangerous place in it."

"I think if the things in there can defeat you, I won't be safe here anyway, and I'm not a burden. Maybe I can help you if I go with you." Hermione said firmly after thinking for a while.

"Alright, let's go together then." After saying that the two people walked up the steps to the top of the pyramid.