Chapter 711 – The Pentagram
Chapter 711 – The Pentagram
Binding the white bone monster, Sol utilized the large amount of magic crystals he had with him to create an underground sealing ground.
This sealing ground was the same purely physical confinement-type cage that Saul had created after extracting the metal element and reinforcing it.
Afterwards, Saul painstakingly took a small section of bone from the white bone monster, buried it under his skin, and then sank this huge monster into the black sand ground.
When a large amount of black sand re-covered the monster’s body, the monster also gradually quieted down.
“The black sand here is laced with a large amount of inert post-black tide pollution, and it seems to have some sealing effect on the anchor point.” Looking at the quieted monster, Sol was also inspired, “It seems that Senior Byron’s inerting experiment should still continue even if it can’t be scaled up. The black powder formed after inerting might be able to save everyone’s lives in the future.”
In the face of an unknown black tide disaster, the more prepared one was, the better, naturally.
Saul left a message for Noah under the Death Gate he had built, and then immediately left the chaotic domain when he saw that the one-day cooldown had expired.
Back in the original world, he was still in the basement of the old manor.
At this time, there was no longer any Black Tide in the closed room that he had temporarily created.
“The black tide that touched me before was brought to part of the chaotic domain, but there is definitely still a remainder here. Now the room is exceptionally clean. As expected, when there is no eye of the wind or anchor point appearing, the Black Tide mostly hides underground and causes very little contamination to the people living here.”
This point also corroborated Saul and Byron’s research on the Black Tide.
Saul originally wanted to use the newly acquired white bones to test the Black Tide in this room again, but after thinking about it, he gave up.
He opened the closed wall above his head and drilled out of the silent basement.
Just as he walked back to the hall, Saul saw Kismet, who was sitting on the floor and playing his harp in a bored manner.
After not seeing him for half a year, he didn’t look the slightest bit changed.
The aura and magic power fluctuation on his body still looked like a second-rank wizard.
There was only a trace of more calmness and less melancholy between his brows.
“Why are you here?” Sol asked.
Kismet smiled, “I came to put on a show for you.”
With that, and without waiting for Saul’s consent, he sped up his playing on his own.
As the clear and pleasant sound of strings rang out, two men dressed in black wizard robes, which still concealed their faces, came down from the second floor stairs.
It was inaccurate to say walking down, as they were actually dancing on their toes.
Their toes were constantly raised and lowered, and their hands and arms were drawing not-so-beautiful arcs in front of their chests.
Their heads were slightly tilted to the side, trembling with the swaying of their bodies, as if the neck connecting their heads had turned into a spring, and as long as they moved a little bit more, their heads would be bounced off by the spring.
The duet was neither graceful nor comical, only spine-tingling and uncomfortable on the tips of their toes, arms and necks.
Saul averted his eyes and turned back to Kismet.
“Who are these two?”
“Sorcerers from the Stargate Council.” Kismet replied to Saul’s question as he played, “They snuck up behind Throwback, probably to check out where you were going.”
“I jumped up after seeing Thrower, but it turned out that you weren’t even up there. I thought that you would most likely come to the old manor, so I stopped by and brought these two with me, so that they wouldn’t pounce on you like I did.”
“Hehehe, do you see how kind I am?”
All Saul wanted to say was that Kismet didn’t have half a copper to do with kindness.
“Kindness is getting them killed and then dancing like a clown?”
Kismet beamed, “I was so bored waiting for you that I had to pass the time by rehearsing the dance. Do you think they dance like clowns? Ugh, what a lack of talent.”
Kismet’s hand slashed heavily on the strings, and the two wizards from the Stargate Council fell to the ground with a “plop”.
Finally, they could die quietly.
“What are the wizards from the Stargate Council doing following me?”
“Probably to invite you over as a guest, but I wouldn’t advise you to go over there right now, after all, they are doing a very unsure experiment.”
Kismet would always have his sources. Sol and he were not polite, “What experiment?”
Kismet quirked an eyebrow, “Stargate observation experiment.”
“A very dangerous experiment indeed.” Saul sneered, he hadn’t forgotten how the Stargate Council had sneaked up on Pei’er and made her the coordinates to open the Stargate.
By now, Saul had repeatedly asked Nerella to try calling out to Pei’er, and still hadn’t gotten the slightest response.
“Didn’t the Stargate Council want to use the Stargate to leave this world? Now that the Stargate has been opened, are they trying to migrate immediately?”
“They do want to. But the strength doesn’t allow it. To rush to the other end of the Stargate without the strength of a fifth-order sorcerer …… well, it’s just as stupid as jumping off a cliff expecting yourself to be caught by a tree branch.”
Sol nodded in agreement, “So, they’re testing the waters now. Currently it’s observation, the next step is to let people through, right?”
Speaking of this, Sol paused for a moment.
“Then I really should go over there.”
Kismet waved his arms exaggeratedly, “It’s dangerous, master!”
Sol, however, laughed softly, “Where is it not dangerous?”
Kismet laughed and stopped pretending, standing up with one hand propped on the ground, with both fingers together, he clipped a scroll out of his sleeve, bending down and stretching it out in front of Saul.
“You’re right, since you’re going to be promoted upwards, there’s no place that isn’t dangerous. So, I think you’ve had the sense to open this scroll.”
Only when Saul solemnly accepted the scroll did Kismet rise, “You are unaware that in order to retrieve this scroll, I purposely traveled to the Burial Sea under Sky City, deep into the most dangerous and darkest seabed, to bring this sealed and cursed scroll that has been sealed for hundreds of years to you.”
He tugged at his collar, revealing a bloody patch of skin below his collarbone.
To be able to leave an unhealable wound on a fourth rank sorcerer, the Burial Sea was definitely a very dangerous place.
“Do you need me to help you heal it?”
“No need.” Kismet smiled and pulled the collar back.
Mostly a disguise, then.
Thor hadn’t forgotten that the other was also a master of illusion.
He looked down and unwrapped the cylinder on the outside of the scroll and poured out the contents.
It wasn’t parchment, nor was it silk paper.
What fell from the cylinder seemed to flow into Saul’s palm like mercury, as if it were a gauze woven of fine metallic threads.
A cool yet delicate touch came from his fingertips.
Saul carefully unfolded the paper, which was woven with extremely fine metal wires.
But there was nothing on it.
“What is this?”
Kismet said softly, “It’s a diary of the last generation of masters …… Oh, I’m talking about the method for a real master like you to advance to the fourth rank of wizard.”
The previous generation master of the diary?
The sorcerer who created a mountain of corpses and a sea of corpses, only to throw it all away?
Saul became much more cautious as he looked down once again, his mental energy already covering the metallic wire paper.
In the next second, Saul’s brain boomed, and a crooked cluster of pentagrams appeared under Saul’s eyes.
His eyes stung and he subconsciously closed them.
When he opened his eyes again, his hands were surprisingly empty.
That pentagram pattern had clearly appeared in his mental body.
It was just that the color was incomparably dull, as if it was waiting for someone to light it up.
(End of chapter)