Chapter 1931 The Relationship
Yoel quickly urged his companions to run.
The undead bones chief was formidable, and engaging in direct combat with them would not end well.
They opted for a straightforward escape.
After all, the undead bones leader wasn’t skilled in pursuit.
Fang Heng furrowed his brow.
Thinking of running?
Whoosh!
Fang Heng swiftly advanced, swinging the metal long rod in his hand forward.
“Boom!”
There was a loud crash. Yoel, who was standing in front of Fang Heng, was covered in a holy shield. His body was sent flying backward.
“Bang!”
With a single blow, the holy shield surrounding Yoel was riddled with cracks.
Yoel looked at Fang Heng’s figure that was attacking him again, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.
Such terrifying strength!
Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t withstand the force.
Fang Heng scanned the Holy Court members fleeing the hall, his brow furrowed.
D*mn it, the Holy Court was unusually decisive this time.
This was too abnormal!
Once he left the Mork Temple, it would be a flat land outside. It would be difficult for him to catch up to all of them with his current abilities, let alone the turtle shell of the Holy Court.
Fang Heng knew his weakness, so he decided not to chase after him. He chased after one of them and dealt with it first. Then, he swung the long rod at Yoel again.
“Bang!”
The second strike shattered Yoel’s holy shield.
Fang Heng’s right hand shot forward, gripping Yoel’s neck, pushing him against the wall, and staring at him coldly.
Yoel, facing Fang Heng, broke into a cool sweat.
“Who are you?”
“It’s my turn to ask now. What’s your mission? What’s inside the box?”
“Spit! Foolish undead! You won’t get a word from me!”
As expected, they wouldn’t talk easily!
Fang Heng muttered, finding it troublesome. Unwilling to waste words, he exerted strength in his right hand and broke Yoel’s neck completely. Then, he used the bone altar to destroy his soul completely.
Afterward, Fang Heng glanced at the now-empty hall and walked forward to inspect the hole in the ground.
About 1.5 meters in length and width were exposed, while the lower half remained buried, obscuring its full height.
The metal box was surrounded by chains.
The iron chains bore intricate patterns.
Fang Heng rapidly identified them as belonging to a particular seal.
The undead faction’s seal!
Was the Holy Court searching for this?
What important item lay hidden in this metal box?
Fang Heng pondered as he stroked his chin, lost in thought.
In reality, the magic array engraved on the floor of the Mork Temple and the chest buried below were intricately connected.
Originally, before the seal on the Mork Temple’s floor was broken, a significant amount of death aura from the underground of the Ciboreya game world gathered on the seal. This provided partial power to the seal. Subsequently, the remaining aura overflowed through the conversion in the Mork Temple, offering players a cultivation bonus effect.
So…
Was the establishment of the Mork Temple intended to protect the box?
Fang Heng grew even more curious and attempted to touch the seal.
No game hints related to the mission were triggered.
Now, the question was whether he should continue breaking the seal or try to reseal it.
Just as Fang Heng grappled with uncertainty, hurried footsteps echoed from the outer passage.
Ji Xiaobo, who had been observing from a distance, rapidly arrived with Debbie and several Enkama Empire guards to investigate.
“Brother Fang! Did you drive away the Holy Court members? Did you discover anything?”
“Yes.” Fang Heng acknowledged Ji Xiaobo’s arrival with a nod. He stood up from the half-destroyed ground and made way for them. “Since you’re here, you should take a look at this.”
“What’s going on here?”
Ji Xiaobo, seeing the gaping hole in the center of the hall, was taken aback. He hastened his steps to get a closer look.
Had the hall transformed into this state in just a short while?
Debbie followed Ji Xiaobo, her expression revealing astonishment as she beheld the broken magic array, the metal box, and the undead sealing chains.
“It’s indeed an undead seal. Judging from the traces, it was left here a long time ago. We still can’t be certain about what lies beneath the seal.”
Ji Xiaobo expressed confusion. “So we undead sealed something good here?”
“That doesn’t make sense…” Ji Xiaobo thought.
If there was something valuable, why hide it here?
Fang Heng examined the seal and then looked at Debbie, asking, “The seal absorbed a portion of the undead aura seeping from the ground to reinforce itself. It can be deduced that the person who left the box behind is likely the one who built the Mork Temple. Do you have any relevant information from the Enkama Empire?”
“Mork Temple… I’ve never heard of such records, and there’s no mention of it in the Empire’s archives. The Mork Temple was established long before the founding of the Enkama Empire. After the Empire was established, it received orders from the undead to take meticulous care of the temple and assign personnel to guard it. The necromancy scholars who came to the temple were also very respectful, and it was not allowed to tamper with it casually.”
“As for the box, I can’t recall any relevant information, but the imagery on it seems familiar, like something I’ve seen before…” Debbie observed the seal with a serious expression. She took two steps forward and looked at it carefully. A thoughtful expression appeared on her face. She said, “I’m not entirely certain, but the imagery on top might be related to the Holy Court’s Holy Imprint.”
“What? A Holy Imprint?”
Both Fang Heng and Ji Xiaobo were now more perplexed.
“Yes, according to records, there was a powerful earthquake in the Enkama Empire. After the earthquake, we discovered a buried Holy Imprint in a seismic area.”
“At that time, many necromancers were curious and came to investigate. However, the undead faction promptly sent representatives to conduct a personal investigation and temporarily seal the Holy Imprint.”
“Later on, the Enkama Empire issued an external directive that any similar seals discovered in the future should not be privately destroyed. Even if found beyond the borders, such seals must be immediately reported to the Empire.”
“There was a similar image on the seal left behind at that time…” Debbie continued, “I recall from the records that the undead council sent Tikas to inspect. He was a student of Elder Anbudu, and Tikas was the one who personally established the iron chain seal.”
“Anbudu…?”
Fang Heng murmured the name to himself, and suddenly, his eyebrows raised.
He had arrive across this name in a necromancy book before. He couldn’t help but turn to Debbie and inquire, “Are you referring to the demigod-level necromancy scholar, the lich, Anbudu?”
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