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Chapter 193: Blood Deity? Blood Deity!
Chapter 193: Blood Deity? Blood Deity!
After casting all the magical protective spells he knew on himself and Hermione, they began to ascend the steps of the golden Pyramid Temple.
Even they, as young wizards, could feel the overwhelming magic power emanating from the building at the top of the Pyramid, which naturally put their nerves on edge.
As they walked up the steps, Liam realized that the Pyramid was actually made of stone, merely coated with a thick layer of gold.
However, even this layer of gold likely matched the current gold reserves of the Federation in the Radiation World. After all, the Federation had expanded to Washington and New York, gathering a significant amount of gold from those areas.
But the amount of gold in this thousand-year-old ancient ruin could rival the gold reserves of the industrial age, a testament to the power and wealth of the Sorcerer King of old.
While marveling at the opulence of the Sorcerer King, they finally reached the top of the Pyramid and stood before the entrance of the building. Surprisingly, this magnificent Pyramid was made of wood, and Liam could even detect a faint scent of fresh wood.
This scent made Liam feel even more uneasy. Compared to the ruins below, which had turned to dust, the fresh wood suggested an awe-inspiring amount of magic power within the building.
After double-checking that it was just an ordinary wooden door, Liam took a deep breath to calm his nerves and then pulled the door open with all his strength.
Liam had many guesses about what might lie behind the door. Perhaps it was a sacred hall where the Sorcerer King sat on a divine throne like a statue. Or maybe the Sorcerer King lay in a multi-layered golden coffin, surrounded by countless puppets.
He even imagined that the Sorcerer King might have traveled to the Orient in his time and decided to build the hall in an Oriental style, creating a vast, open dimension with the ground made of various maps of his territories, enchanted with an antigravity spell. The Sorcerer King's obsidian coffin might be pulled by nine undead feathered serpents, flying through the hall.
In any case, there were countless possibilities for what could be inside this temple. But when Liam opened the door, he found a red-haired, wrinkled old man adorned with gold, gems, and feather decorations sitting on a throne in the center of the hall. Most alarmingly, this old man was very much alive.
This was a scenario that Liam and his companions had never anticipated: tomb raiding and encountering the tomb's owner, who was not a mummy but a living person.
Clearly, apologizing and closing the door to retreat was not going to solve the problem. Imagine someone peacefully resting in one place for over a thousand years, only to be abruptly awakened by intruders. The anger upon waking would be more than any normal person could handle.
Considering the mummies, blood pools, and corpse cocoons they had encountered along the way, it seemed that fighting for their lives was their only option.
With this thought, Liam formed a hand seal, and a bolt of lightning shot out. At that moment, the old man on the throne called out, "Wait, young ones, this is not a place for battle."
At this point, Liam had no time to retract his spell, but the spell that could severely wound an ordinary wizard suddenly vanished just a foot away from the figure seated on the throne.
"Alright, little one, stop. We have important matters to discuss", the old man said, his voice weak after a few heavy breaths.
Liam lowered his arm and ceased his attack. After all, before he figured out why his attack had no effect, he thought it was nearly impossible to harm the old man in front of him. Since the old man had called a halt while holding such a significant advantage, it was best to listen to what he had to say.
With the fight over, Liam took the opportunity to survey the situation in the hall. It was necessary to assess his surroundings in this uncertain situation, whether for a preemptive strike or a quick escape if negotiations broke down.
But just a glance was enough for Liam to avert his gaze. This dimension was too clean, so clean that nothing existed except for the blood-red throne in the center of the room.
Yes, there were no carvings, no furniture, no daily items. The hall had a smooth stone floor and ceiling, and the only decoration was the star map on the ceiling, surrounded by four equally smooth walls.
Liam began to believe that this old man might have truly ascended to divinity. After all, he couldn't think of any other explanation for how a being could sit in a chair for a thousand years and still be alive and well. Liam thought that if he were left here, even if magic could sustain his life for a thousand years, the monotonous, barren surroundings would likely drive him mad within a year.
The old man seemed to read Liam's thoughts and chuckled lightly from his seat. "Do not try to understand a god with the eyes of a mere human. The power of a deity is beyond your comprehension."
Well, Liam thought, retracting his earlier thoughts, the old man indeed seemed to be mad, quickly excluding himself from the realm of humanity. More importantly, Liam didn't see any divine power in the old man beyond his thousand-year lifespan. After all, this was the Wizarding World, where the Philosopher's Stone and Horcruxes could grant immortality, and many powerful wizards could easily counter a spell if they were prepared.
If he had to guess, Liam thought the only thing he couldn't understand was how the old man managed to sit for a thousand years without developing back problems or hemorrhoids.
Calming the souls in his Mind Sea, which had become restless upon seeing the old man, Liam asked, "Since you are a god, may I ask why you need my help?"
"I see the disrespect in your eyes. Do you not know who I am?" The old man, seated on the throne, raised his Scepter in anger at Liam's question.
"Are you not the Sorcerer King who ruled this land a thousand years ago?"
"No, that was my name when I was human. Now, I am called the Blood Deity."
Blood Deity, Liam thought, that title sounds quite sinister. In legends, a god's title often reflected their nature. If the old man was indeed a god, he must be an Evil Deity. Liam suddenly had an idea and asked, "If you are truly the Blood Deity, why don't you call those wizards who claim to be part of the Blood God Cult to serve you? Why do you need an outsider like me?"
"Never mention those wretches again. They all deserve to die", the old man, now calling himself the Blood Deity, spat out in rage upon hearing Liam's question. It seemed there was a story behind this.
(End of Chapter)
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