Chapter 302: Eternal Night Opera House

Chapter 297 – Eternal Night Opera House

“As a place to seal a demigod, isn’t this defense a bit too weak, and the sealing point was specially chosen to be an ancient castle, is this for fear that others won’t be able to find the place?” Kicking away the skeletal knights under his feet that were gradually reorganizing under the influence of the power of death, Owen spat.

Regarding Owen’s spitting, Sylvia didn’t know how to reply, because if she thought about it differently, it seemed like she would do the same thing, for example, she had thought about turning her father, mother, brother and sister into undead before, and then sealed them in the deepest part of the castle, and then went to check on them when she was bored, but at this moment when she thought about it, it was indeed redundant.

“Up ahead is the Hall of Eternal Night, the Blood Prince is sealed in the deepest part of the Hall of Eternal Night.” Sylvia pulled away from the topic and pointed at the cathedral-like building in front of her.

“Hall of Eternal Night, I remember you said that one of those four monsters was called the Spectre Queen of the Song of Eternal Night, which one is this hall related to?” Owen said as he tapped his palm with his old wand and stopped in his tracks.

“That’s right, and since the clan’s explorers stopped at the Hall of Eternal Night before, I doubt the Spectre Queen is anywhere.” Sylvia stated the most horrifying truth in the flattest of tones, causing Owen to squirm at the sound of it.

A sealed demigod, with his handful of cards, it couldn’t be said to be a handful, but if there were no accidents, the success rate would still be high.

If he were to replace it with a demigod that was in full condition and was able to move freely, it was possible that Owen would die before he could even take out his bottom card.

“It’s just a guess, if it’s true, the information can’t be brought back.” Sylvia saw that Owen had already turned around and said immediately afterward.

If it was before the battle between the two hadn’t broken out, Sylvia, with the family’s many years of preparation, had a thirty to fifty percent chance of accomplishing her goal, but now she didn’t have a ten percent certainty, so she had to pull on Owen, who even she couldn’t see through, as an insurance policy, to add an extra force.

Even if there is an additional rival for the loot afterward, it’s fine, because only if they get it, there is a chance to distribute the loot, otherwise there is no hair and what else to make a scene.

Besides, she hadn’t planned to give all the loot to the family, of course she would eat as much as she could, it didn’t matter to her if there was one more person to eat it.

Owen hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to make the trip.

The reason for this decision was because he was facing a spectral demigod, the disadvantages were just as prominent as the advantages, with Owen’s heritage, it was hard to win, but it was even harder to kill him.

The two of them walked into the mysterious and unpredictable Hall of Eternal Night, the dimly lit hall was filled with the smell of decay, and under the illumination of the weak candlelight, they were able to see the mottled walls and the broken floor.

The décor was even further off the mark, although it was set up as an opera house, it looked a bit of a mess due to the lack of materials.

The stage was made up of coffins dug out from outside the city, and since the contents were not thrown away, there were still hands sticking out from time to time, swaying to the rhythm like a support group, and it was quite atmospheric.

The curtain was sewn from the clothes of the dead, presumably forcibly stripped off, so it was full of grievances, and hideous ghostly faces often protruded from the tattered fabric, emitting silent curses.

Under the stage, moss-filled broken tombstones into seats, both cold and slippery, sit for a long time either diarrhea or uterine cold, but still filled with zombies honestly listening to the opera, is expressionless stony-eyed.

At this time, the stiff skeleton orchestra began to accompany the music, the sound of creaking and yak-yak-yak let people teeth and bones sour, although rhythm, but it sounds even more difficult to listen to.

Spiteful ghost banshee is responsible for dancing, just look at it know that the heart is not willing, floating around perfunctorily, not as serious as the square dancers dance. The only female lead singer is fully committed, singing very seriously, is the appearance of the age of a little small, at most six or seven years old, is addicted to their own voice, even Owen two people came in did not know, or know is not willing to interrupt their own performance.

Owen found a place to sit down, quietly enjoy the show, love the death wind of Sylvia see the situation also did not immediately do the intention, sitting next to enjoy the song and dance, looks like a pair of men and women are dating.

Because of the age of the relationship, although the other party sang very seriously, but the faint milky voice is obviously not suitable for the opera, it is easy to get out of the theater.

However, Owen still listened attentively, because the language used by the other party was very peculiar, not any language he was familiar with, but was able to detect that it contained something very impressive.

After pondering for a moment, Owen chose to open the Mystic Arts and Wisdom Arts to find out what was going on, but his pupils instantly dilated, as if he was looking straight into the void or seeing death, and his own vitality began to drain away under the influence of the mysterious power.

At the same time, the Ghost Lead Singer couldn’t help but look at Owen, and after seeing his state, her eyes lit up and she sang even more earnestly.

Sylvia similarly noticed that Owen’s state was not right, but what did it have to do with her, her expression was very indifferent.

When they were strong they were allies, when they were in trouble don’t expect her to reach out and give a hand, so they were still engrossed in the song and even had the urge to go on stage and dance together.

The opera ended, the curtain fell, at this time Owen’s situation is extremely bad, has become the appearance of a dry corpse, hair yellow and fall off, eyes dry and sunken, flesh is even more with the bacon in general, but the heart is still tenaciously beating, even if weak to the point of stopping at any time, but still to maintain the last line of life does not go out.

Under the threat of death, the ancient blood was forced to retreat into the heart, forcing the heart to beat, but this will not last long, in other words, the time left for Owen is not much.

The question was would Owen die?

Of course not, he was so afraid of death, if he didn’t have three or five sets of insurance, how would he dare to come out and wave.

As his vitality was about to be cut off, a golden seed-like point of light appeared on Owen’s forehead, and his heartbeat increased, while at the same time an almost massive amount of life force surged into his heart, prompting the blood of the Ancient World to continuously split, replacing the long-dried up mortal blood in his body, nourishing his physical body, and allowing him to get rid of his mortal body and evolve towards a higher level of life.

The external manifestation is that his hair completely fell off, replaced by long silver-white hair like moonlight, his ears began to become longer and more pointed, his features became softer and softer, and the whole person was just like a ten-layer beauty face.

All of this was completed in a very short time, in fact, no matter whether the ghost or Sylvia is not without interruption time, but both sides are very tacit understanding did not move, because Owen’s back also stood an unparalleled existence.

Shrouded in a hazy silver mist, wearing a gorgeous hooded robe with mysterious patterns, with a tree-like gold stripe between the forehead, long ears and white hair make the handsome face with a transcendent beauty, a hand holding an oak staff entwined with vines, a hand holding a crystal ball of unpredictable changes, behind the back of the suspension of a countless golden gears and organs composed of a golden ring, both like exploring the mystery of the scholars, but also like a walking in the The human world is like a scholar exploring the mystery, but also like a god walking on the earth.

The most important thing is that it looks exactly the same as Owen, only the temperament is different, more rational, more cold, this is exactly the guardian deity produced by Owen’s Hoojin Guardian Spell, the Ancient Sage.

(End of chapter)