Chapter 78 'Mountain Tyrant, Iron Dragon' Perfect Type



Because the goddess described by Igonini was not aggressive, and the prying he had felt before was not malicious.

In the end, he came as a puppet instead of his real body.

Following the instructions on the map, Rosen quickly rushed over.

Soon they arrived at the end of the field, which was higher than the previous cave entrance, almost at the top of the mountain, and the location was more hidden, even buried under thick snow.

If it weren't for the map, it would be impossible to know that there was a huge underground cave hidden in this place.

Digging through the thick snow, Rosen saw a very thick black rock.

It looks no different from the surrounding rocks and blends perfectly with the mountain.

But when I touched it with my hand, I could vaguely feel that the temperature was slightly higher than the surrounding snow, but not much, probably less than one hundredth of a degree.

Without Lai Fu's help in analysis, I would not have been able to feel this subtle difference at all.

"This should be a magical artifact. It has a high-level steel spell on it, with a strength of five rings."

"This Sebatis has used the power of the five rings many times. He must be a sage."

Precisely because of its five-ring strength, it is still effective after five hundred years. And judging from the rate at which mana is lost, it is estimated that it can last for another 200 years.

Now that I know the types and strengths of spells, and I have learned a lot about steel spells from the stone tablet, I can easily dispel them.

Rosen groped bit by bit, and about ten minutes later, he heard a "crack" and the hard rock suddenly softened and turned into a pile of black stone powder, revealing a quaint and exquisite stone corridor behind it.

Obviously, this is the entrance to the Temple of Ancestors.

He took a deep breath, controlled Levin to walk in, and activated the "Enhanced Cat's Eye Technique" at the same time, allowing Levin to have dark vision.

With the help of magic, a black and white underground corridor appeared in front of Levin.

The air was filled with a damp, musty smell. On the stone walls on both sides of the corridor were painted various reliefs of people and animals, which seemed to be recording intermittently some ancient history hidden by the sands of time.

Rosen walked and looked.

The corridor became wider and wider, and gradually it turned into an underground palace that was seven or eight meters high, several hundred square meters in area, and filled with a large number of huge stone columns.

Then, Rosen saw a magnificent stone sculpture of a giant beast that looked like it was about to spread its wings and fly in the center of the temple.

No, this is not a behemoth, but a dragon.

Because the surface of the stone sculpture's skin is covered with dense scales, its wings are also membranous, its front and rear paws have very sharp claws, and it has a huge, ferocious head with sharp horns.

"Is there a giant dragon sculpture hidden inside the Sleeping Dragon Snow Peak?"

"Could it be that Sebatis's ancestor was a dragon?"

"Blood of steel, is it dragon blood?"

Rosen was quite surprised. He walked closer to the sculpture and observed it more carefully.

Soon I saw an inscription under the sculpture, written in an ancient script that was older than Setish but clearly of the same lineage:

'Mountain Tyrant, Iron Dragon Perfect Type'.

The first part is easy to explain, but the addition of the three words "perfect type" at the end feels weird.

It makes people feel that this thing is not a living creature, but some kind of man-made object, just like the Type 59 and Type 99 tank models on Earth.

"Could it be that this is not a living creature, but an ancient battle puppet?"

This is very possible.

Rosen became more and more interested and immediately walked around the sculpture, examining its details.

The more he looked at it, the more certain he became that the prototype of this sculpture was a man-made object, and it should be a combat puppet that was first molded from clay and then solidified with steel magic.

Because many of its details do not conform to the common sense of biological evolution, they seem rather like the product of artificial embellishment.

For example, the two pairs of wings on the back look cool, but they are not aerodynamic, and even if they can fly, they will consume a lot of mana.

'It is estimated that most of the time it is used for gliding, or to assist acceleration and balance the body when running wildly.'

In addition, the one in front of you is just a pure stone sculpture, not the combat puppet itself.

Soon, Rosen lost interest in this crude man-made object.

He began to examine the epic murals around the temple.

The murals here are much more exquisite and detailed than those in the previous corridors, and the stories they depict flow much more smoothly.

Rosen read along and roughly understood the situation of the ancient epic.

'In ancient times, roughly 3,500 years ago, there was a very intelligent being on the giant island of Weilan. He received enlightenment from the Creator and gained very powerful power. He created the Iron Dragon and used it to conquer the giant island of Weilan.'

'At the same time, this strong man also gave birth to a large number of children. These children were also very hardworking, multiplying and thriving on the giant island of Weilan, and established a powerful ancient kingdom.'

'But after a few generations, the children began to lose their ambition and started fighting each other, so the kingdom fell apart, the powerful family gradually declined, and the noble bloodline gradually died out.'

As he watched, Rosen's heart suddenly moved and he remembered something.

"Laifu, immediately look up the book "Natural Epic" - Ancient God Wars, the key word is 'Steel Dragon'!"

A few seconds later, Lai Fu responded: "The third volume of the Natural Epic: The War of the Ancient Gods, "The Fall of the Iron Dragon, the Mountain Tyrant Instarub."

Upon hearing this, Rosen was shocked: "Oh my god, we actually matched!"

He immediately read it carefully.

The book says that in ancient times, Instarub was a legendary dragon that wreaked havoc on the human world. He was eventually killed on the Sturgeon Island by the grandfather of Mother Nature, the mighty Father Otargunther. Hence the name Sleeping Dragon Snow Peak.

Rosen suddenly felt it was amazing, but also a little scary.

Because the existence in ancient mythology is actually a portrayal of real history.

He immediately began to flip through the entire volume of ancient mythology in the Natural Epic and read it carefully.

As a result, it was discovered that the information that was previously regarded as just a story actually contained many historical mysteries.

"Since the Mountain Dragon is real, then the gods of nature, and the modern Mother Nature, are also real?"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Rosen felt a chill on his neck.

But soon, he regained his composure.

'Even if Mother Nature does exist, it's no big deal.'

Because history tells Rosen that the strong people in mythology, whether good or evil, are essentially powerful practitioners.

He, Rosen, can use luck to allow his magic power to break through to the tenth ring. There are always people who break through to the high ring due to other coincidences and become high-ring mages.

In ancient times, people were generally not well-informed, so when such an awesome practitioner suddenly appeared, naturally everyone revered him as a god.

If it were now, with high-level professionals and masters everywhere, and all kinds of magical instruments to assist, even high-level strong men would have to live their lives with caution.

The reason is simple. The world version has been updated and the good times when a single hero dominated the era are over.

Of course, in a one-on-one fight, these ancient high-level warriors and their descendants are still very powerful, so you have to keep a low profile.

Rosen collected his thoughts, carefully compared the details in the "Natural Epic" and the murals again, and then made a rough guess.

Instarub should be the last king of the ancient Kingdom of Weilan, probably a 7th-ring wizard.

The mighty father Otargunther should be a battle mage who has comprehended the power of the 9th ring.

Through the detailed description of "Natural Epic", careful analysis will reveal that the Seven Rings is not called the Seven Rings, but "Legend".

The eighth ring is called a 'demigod', and the ninth ring is called a 'true god'.

As for the ten and eleven rings, there is no corresponding existence in the "Natural Epic".

The name does sound fancy, but that's about it.

In essence, it is all self-praise by powerful practitioners after they become rulers. It is the same routine as on Earth, and the purpose is to intimidate people and make it easier to rule.

As a lord, if you want to achieve something, the first step is to see through the "conceptual maze" and only look at the most essential difference in power.

If you don't see through it, you will be ruthlessly played by those who see through it.

After finishing the book, Rosen walked around the temple again, carefully examining every detail, hoping to find some good stuff.

But these historical events are estimated to be 3,500 years old, and have been carefully searched by the descendants Sebattis. It would be strange if there were any good things found.

It also turns out that apart from the badly eroded murals, almost nothing is left.

Unreconciled.

He climbed up and down and even searched the ceiling, but found nothing except some peeling fragments of murals.

Just as I was about to turn around and leave, an idea suddenly popped into my mind.

So, he finally came to the giant dragon sculpture and shouted at the dragon head.

"Melchilina~~Melchilina~~"

I started by shouting with my voice, but when there was no response, I switched to whispering in my heart.

Still no response.

Rosen took out the 'Dominating Dagger' he had used before, activated the 'Philosopher's Stone' in the sage's body, poured pure mana into the dagger, and then poured the converted steel power into the body of the sculpture.

I just did it with the idea of ​​giving it a try, success or failure didn't matter.

As a result, when the gray steel force was injected into the stone sculpture, the stone sculpture made a "crackling" sound, and then collapsed with a "boom".

Only a broken square base remained.

Rosen was a little surprised: "Is there some mechanism?"

After a careful inspection, it was found that there was no mechanism. It was simply because the stone carving could not withstand the erosion of time and was already very fragile.

After being tormented by him like this, it naturally collapsed.

"Well, I was overthinking it."

Feeling a little disappointed, I planned to turn around and leave.

But just as he turned around, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that something was wrong with the square base.

There were several cracks on the base, and the cracks seemed to be empty inside.

Don't do it once and for all.

Rosen immediately went back and dismantled the base as well.

When the base was opened, a very exquisite coffin appeared inside!

The black and white perspective provided by the cat's eye technique was not very real, so I thought that since I had already gone through all this trouble, I might as well just turn on the light technique.

When the bright light shone on the coffin, the reflected light instantly blinded Rosen's eyes.

"Oh my god, a golden coffin! Such a big golden coffin!"

Go forward and check immediately.

It was soon confirmed that the main body of the box was gold, with a large number of dark blue arcane runes painted on the outside of the gold.

After weighing it, I felt that the total weight was probably over 2 tons! Even without adding the Argonite, the total value of the 2 tons of gold alone was over 200,000 Argonites.

Of course, let’s not talk about the money for now.

It is immoral to think about selling the golden coffin when you see it.

Now the question is, who is lying in this coffin? (End of this chapter)


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