Chapter 593: Blasphemers are respectable people (five thousand)
After learning from Philomena that Archibald had relied on the magic engraved on the magic items to reversely calculate the ability of the space system, Ron couldn't help but be amazed and sighed at how evil Archibald was.
This guy's control over magic has reached a very perverted level.
At least, Ron couldn't do that at the moment.
Just as Philomena said, this long-distance transmission device does have certain flaws. For example, it takes several minutes to prepare before transmission. This alone means that this transmission capability can only be used when one is absolutely safe.
At the same time, transmission can only be done point to point.
Simply put, only by setting up a teleportation device somewhere in advance can the teleporter ignore the obstacles of space and appear at the location of the teleportation device in an instant. It is impossible to teleport at will like real space magic.
There were originally quite a few of these magic teleportation devices.
At least, almost every woman and descendant of Archibald had a set, but most of them were destroyed in the war in the Moron Valley.
Philomena also had only two teleportation devices, one of which was set up by Philomena in her ancestral home, and the other in the camp of the fox girls. The camp of the fox girls could be said to be the place where Philomena had stayed the longest in her life, apart from her ancestral home and Moron Valley.
In this case, it would be most convenient to follow Philomena and return to the ancestral home first.
After all, to go to the elves, Carol and Mirabelle might be needed to lead the way. Although Ron knew the map in the game, it was obvious that the real elf forest must be very different from the one in the game, and Ron didn't want to waste time on such things.
Mirabelle and Carol are currently practicing, realizing that the power passed down from the gods has yet to awaken.
After the decision was made, Ron quickly made arrangements. Niafu and Ifrit continued to stay in the Theocracy of Spang to protect Bailan, Baiyuan, Mirabelle and others, while Ron went to Archibald's ancestral home with Philomena.
After finishing the instructions, Ron returned to Philomena. Philomena had a small crystal ball in her hand, the size of a child's fist, and was blue-gray in color.
As Philomena injected the energy in her body into the crystal ball, the crystal ball suddenly burst into dazzling light, and a regular hexagonal magic circle appeared out of thin air right under Ron and Philomena's feet.
Low incantations began to come out of Philomena's mouth.
About four or five minutes later, under the gaze of Ifrit and Niafu, as the magic circle suddenly flashed, Ron and Philomena's figures instantly disappeared from the spot.
After Ron left, Lydia quickly began to give orders to repair the damaged palace.
Although Lydia did not watch the previous battle from the beginning, just by looking at the traces and breath left at the scene, Lydia could roughly imagine the overwhelming power.
Although Lydia's strength is now steadily improving, this level of war is not something Lydia can participate in after all. She can't help feeling a little annoyed and disappointed, and she also wants to quickly improve her strength.
However, there is still the entire Spong Theocracy that needs her to manage, and the affairs of the Spong Theocracy involve most of Lydia's energy.
At least that was the case for now. Lydia was busy dealing with various government affairs all day long. She even had very little time to rest, let alone practice. Lydia couldn't even remember how long she hadn't meditated properly.
She felt a little disappointed, but Lydia quickly shook her head and suppressed the feeling of loss deep in her heart.
Managing the Theocracy of Spang is an important task that the master has assigned to me. I must do my best no matter what, and I must not become a burden to the master.
This kind of busyness is probably only temporary.
When the many policies of the Spang Theocracy begin to be implemented and the country begins to stabilize, perhaps I won't be so busy.
On the other side, Barumonge and the other three looked at each other.
They also failed to witness the entire battlefield, and couldn't even hear the complete conversation between Ron and Philomena, but just from those few words, they could tell that the one who attacked the palace this time was probably the so-called Guardian of Destiny.
That strength is truly terrifying.
When he thought that if he also reached the state of destruction, he might also be attacked by the guardian of destiny of this level, his heart was involuntarily shrouded in a shadow and an extra layer of fear.
No matter what, he was able to fight against masters like Ron and Philomena and was not at all inferior.
It can even be said that even Niafu, the six-winged fallen angel, had personally appeared on the scene but was unable to stop the opponent. This alone was enough to show how terrifying the power of the Guardian of Destiny was.
If we really encounter a monster of this level, with the limited strength we have, we would have no chance of surviving, not even of keeping a complete body.
But, at the same time as I was afraid, I couldn't help but feel excited, envious, and admiring.
This is the real master.
This is the war that truly strong people should experience.
Come to think of it, what they had experienced before was just a child's play.
If I could really achieve this kind of strength and have a fierce battle with the Guardian of Destiny, even if I died, my life in this world would not be in vain.
Different thoughts were running through everyone's mind, but they had nothing to do with Ron and Philomena. The feeling of long-distance space teleportation was a bit similar to the feeling when Ron entered the Soul Ferry, but it was more bumpy.
The feeling was beyond description of a roller coaster. Ron even felt like he was bungee jumping.
After about half a minute of ups and downs, Ron suddenly felt his feet touching the ground. He opened his eyes and found that he had appeared in a room without realizing it.
Just to the left of the body is Philomena.
It has been more than nine hundred years since Philomena last returned to the place where she grew up. Her beautiful eyes looked a little complicated, and she looked at everything in front of her quietly, without moving.
Here, Philomena had too many memories, happy, unhappy, sad, and upset... The past scenes, like slides, quickly played out in Philomena's mind, and finally turned into a slight sigh.
Whatever happened here, it's over.
Even if I come back here, I can never go back to the past.
Seeing that Philomena was sad but mostly okay, Ron felt relieved and looked around carefully.
This room is very spacious.
It's more like a castle than a room.
This castle alone can accommodate at least several hundred or even thousands of people living together.
But, what is strange is that the castle seems to be built inside the mountain. Looking around, there are no glass windows or anything like that. There are only solid stone walls, and on the stone walls, a number of square rooms are cut out.
At a glance, every stone wall in all directions is filled with neatly and densely cut out rooms, too numerous to count.
Every room has a wooden door.
The wooden doors of some rooms are open. Although many years have passed, you can still see the beds, wardrobes, desks and other things in the rooms.
It was confirmed that Archibald had indeed hollowed out an entire mountain and used it as his lair. This method was truly ingenious. Because it was in the mountain's belly, one could not see the sunlight outside, but it did not appear dark here.
The surrounding stone walls, and even the stone above the head, are all inlaid with milky white top-grade magic stones.
At the first sight, even Ron's throat couldn't help but move slightly.
It’s a big deal, absolutely a big deal.
There were at least several thousand of these top-grade magic stones. I really didn't know where Archibald got them from. Could it be that he robbed a king? This was a bit wrong. As a time traveler, how could he do something as disgraceful as robbery? Ron muttered in his heart, completely forgetting that he had done something even more excessive.
The energy stored in the top-grade magic stones is extremely abundant. Even after so many years, the energy in these magic stones has not completely dissipated. On the contrary, because thousands of magic stones are inlaid, the concentration of magic elements in this space is at least ten times that of the outside world.
No, it's not just the Philosopher's Stone.
Ron blinked his eyes. He keenly noticed that there were some shiny things on the ceiling. Although they were emitting soft light like the magic stones, these crystals were obviously much larger.
Ordinary magic stones are only the size of a fist, but these crystals are at least the size of a human head.
That’s not all. The aura released by these crystals is completely different from that of ordinary magic stones.
Ron's lips trembled slightly, and he quickly recognized the origin of these crystals. These were all dragon crystals. After a rough count, he found that there were about two or three hundred dragon crystals inlaid on the ceiling alone.
Could it be that Archibald is going to Dragon Nest to kill everyone?
However, according to the history Ron knew, Archibald did not seem to have any violent conflict with the dragon clan.
Moreover, Archibald was able to hide a Chaos Slate in a Coiled Dragon Pillar, which would be difficult to do without the consent of the Dragon King.
Could it be that Archibald did not go to the Dragon Valley to start the massacre, but only went to dig the dragon's graveyard? Considering the strength Archibald showed, after arriving at the Dragon Valley, he said that he just wanted to dig graves in the Dragon Valley, and the Dragon King should not be so tactless to refuse.
In order to create a suitable environment for his children to practice, Archibald really tried his best.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
All in all, with so many top-grade magic stones and a large amount of dragon crystals, this place doesn't have to worry about the light source problem at all. It is even brighter than the outside world.
Click, click...
With slightly dull footsteps, Philomena walked forward.
Ron quickly followed from behind.
Every time the foot landed, a layer of dust would rise up on the ground. Whether it was the floor or something else, the thick ashes showed the fact that no one had entered here for hundreds of years.
Philomena was a little disappointed.
In fact, before returning here, Philomena was still a little bit looking forward to it.
She hoped that other brothers, sisters, and aunts would survive the war in Moron Valley, and perhaps have a touching reunion with each other in this ancestral home.
But it is clear that this expectation will be dashed.
Compared with the densely packed rooms on the surrounding stone walls, the area in the middle of the mountain appears quite spacious, like an extremely huge square.
After taking a few steps, Philomena finally stopped and looked forward. There was a circular area of about forty to fifty meters in radius, filled with many strange things that no other life on the Dusk Continent had ever seen.
There is a wooden horse carved from wood that can sway from side to side.
There is a huge bed with amazing springiness.
There is a sphere made of a thin layer of resin with a hollow interior.
There is a slide... a small swing... a big windmill... and many, many things.
The smile on Philomena's face became even more intense. She didn't know how many laughters she had left here when she was a child. Those days were truly carefree and nostalgic.
This is the playground that their father built for them. Unfortunately, it has long been abandoned and all the fun things are covered with a thick layer of dust.
Ron did not rush Philomena. Although time was very tight, in Ron's opinion, it was normal for Philomena to have such a reaction. After all, childhood is something that people always miss.
Shaking her head, Philomena continued walking forward.
Not long after, another strange thing appeared in front of him.
There were rows of neatly arranged stone tables and stone chairs.
Those tables and chairs were all cut very smoothly, like mirrors, except that the corners were polished to be extremely smooth. Even if there were children playing around in such places occasionally, there was no need to worry about them getting hurt.
On the surface of some stone tables, you can even see yellowed books and charcoal pencils covered with dust.
Pointing here, Philomena's voice finally broke the silence at the scene: "This is where we went to school when we were young."
"My father is the principal, and the teachers are those learned aunts."
"As my father said, living on the Dusk Continent, strength is life and culture is respectability."
"If you only focus on practicing and don't care about studying, even if you have great strength, in the eyes of others, you are just a powerful beast, and you don't know when you will be killed by others."
"According to my father's requirements, even my brothers who don't like studying must study for nine years. In my father's words, this is called nine years of compulsory education."
Ron smiled knowingly, feeling that this was something that Archibald, a time traveler, could do.
It's a pity that Archibald's children, including Philomena, probably couldn't understand what this joke meant.
Continuing to walk forward, Philomena gradually became lively along the way. She seemed to have come out of her previous gloomy mood of nostalgia, and chattered about introducing everything here to Ron.
Ron played the role of the audience very well. He listened quietly the whole time without saying a word.
He knew that what Philomena needed right now was not a suitable person to chat with, but a gentle listener.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Philomena finally stopped.
It turned out that, without realizing it, they had walked from one side of the mountain to the other, and what appeared in front of them was a room that had also been dug out, but was obviously larger.
The door was ajar, and through the gap one could vaguely see a huge wooden frame inside.
"Here is the study."
Pointing to this room, Philomena introduced: "Father said he is a cultured person. If he is a cultured person, he must have his own study. There must be some rare books and treasures in the study. Otherwise, it will damage his dignity. If someone comes to visit, it will be embarrassing."
Ron raised his eyebrows and spoke for the first time: "So, in this study are the various ancient books that your father collected on the Dusk Continent?"
"No..." Philomena shook her head: "I didn't collect it...I robbed it."
Uh! Stolen? Is this something a cultured person would do?
Philomena's pretty face flushed slightly. She seemed to feel a little embarrassed to talk about this. Her eyes wandered, "Ahem, my father said that it was too slow for him to collect books one by one, so he simply went to the libraries of the seven major churches and several kingdoms and stole... ahem, borrowed a lot of precious ancient books from those places."
Can the affairs of scholars be called robbery? However, when these words were spoken, even Philomena felt very obviously lacking in confidence.
Philomena was too embarrassed to continue on this topic. She coughed and pretended that nothing had happened. She quickly changed the subject and pushed the wooden door of the study room. She whispered, "As for the secret history of the Andre family that you want to read, it was also stolen from the Soul Burial Forest by my father... ahem, when he borrowed a book."
As the words fell, Philomena's little hand was about to touch the door handle.
But at this moment, Philomena's fingers suddenly stopped.
There was also thick dust on the door handle that Philomena's fingertips had touched, but on the surface of the dust, there was a fingerprint.
Philomena's pupils suddenly shrank. Someone had entered the ancestral house before them? Chapter 1 is here (End of this chapter)