He had originally thought that the Blasphemer who appeared in the Forsaken Land of the Gods’ City of Silver was a descendant of an ancient family like Amon. Through inheriting the legacy of his ancestors, step by step, he stepped into the demigod ranks. To his surprise, it was very possible that that particular person could very well have lived for more than two thousand years and was a member of the Amon family when it was at the peak of its strength!
The Horamick “doll” tugged at his throat and accidentally pulled off a piece of skin, revealing the complicated mechanical structure within.
His voice came out from that spot and brought with it the impression of leaking air.
“Search the corpses on the ground; don’t come any closer.”
“Yes, Your Grace!” Ikanser and company heaved a clear sigh of relief.
The corpses on the ground had long since produced their Beyonder characteristics. Some of them had even combined with certain parts of the body to form a terrifying mystical item.
In addition, the dead carried all sorts of items on them.
He inhaled, tore his gaze away, and followed Horamick, who didn’t carry a lantern, to the wall on the other side of the coffin.
At this moment, the magic mirror, Arrodes, brightened up the scene, allowing the things in front of him to be seen clearly.
Klein saw that the wall across him had become mottled due to the rapid “weathering” just now. Many of the murals had been destroyed and could no longer be restored to their original states.
The only one that was more complete and could barely be seen clearly was a colorful mural at the top of the wall, which took up a small half of the dome.
It described a towering mountain range, and on the highest mountain peak, there was a huge cross that was taller than the mountain.
The cross was covered in layers of radiance, making it seem unusually holy.
In front of it, a tall and domineering figure could be seen vaguely. The mountain range was like a pet that lay prostrate at its feet.
This figure was surrounded by two-winged, four-winged, and six-winged angels. They were holding bugles, playing harps, or playing flutes, looking pious and sprightly.
At the foot of the mountain range, two twelve-winged angels were humbly walking towards the mountaintop, each holding a baby in their arms.
The baby on the left had curly black hair, and the baby on the right had pale blond hair.
One of their eyes was black; the other golden.
Elsewhere in the mountain range, there was a vague depiction of a giant with chains at its legs and a dragon that had its legs bound and never be able to land.
Horamick first looked at the baby on the left, and his genial expression became increasingly serious.
He said a word in a very low voice, “Amon.”
Then, he turned to look at the baby on the right, and after a few seconds of silence, he said another name, “Adam…”
He combined all the information he had learned and quickly made a guess.
Klein didn’t let his doubts show too much. After all, the magic mirror, Arrodes, could be sizing him up.
Horamick stared at the mural for a while, then he suddenly took a few steps forward and pressed his extended palms against the wall.
Without a sound, the majestic mural disintegrated, turning into pieces of stone fragments that landed on the ground. Even the color quickly evaporated, disappearing without a trace.
After making a half-circle, they discovered another thing.
A stone door, which only had an outline, loomed in the corner.
At this moment, the Horamick “doll’s” joints were constantly creaking, but this didn’t stop him from quickly approaching the stone door and reaching out with his right hand to attempt to push.
Above the stone door, there was a sudden burst of aqueous light that condensed into a scene that looked so real that it seemed possible to directly touch it.
Dark blue waves were surging forward, and there was a dense black mist that looked like liquid.
A craggy mountain protruded from the mist, continuously flowing with viscous liquids.
Behind this mountain, the black mist seemed endless, with no end in sight.
There was also no limit to its depth. The deeper one looked, the more placid it felt. It was as if once something fell in, it would fall forever.
Horamick retracted his palms and watched as the scene gradually faded until it disappeared.
He leaned his head back and sighed to himself while feeling perplexed.
“The Abyss…”
He immediately thought of something. Roselle, who was exploring the Fog Sea, had once deviated from his path, leaving behind a puzzling sentence: “I saw the abyss.”
As Klein pondered about the layers of waves that were surging towards the black fog, he made a conjecture.
Immediately after, he looked towards the stone door. He suspected that Amon, who lurked around the City of Silver, had employed a certain ritual. After finishing the tomb, he didn’t depart from it normally; instead, he used a special tunnel to head for the Abyss. Thus, in the eyes of most people, he was already dead.
As for whether the City of Silver or the Forsaken Land of the Gods was located somewhere in the Abyss, Klein couldn’t be sure. After all, the history of this tomb was at least 1500 years old, so Amon had plenty of time to use the Abyss to go somewhere else.
At this moment, the Horamick “doll” held his left hand in his right palm and abruptly twisted it.
With a creaking sound, his left hand was bent at the wrist, but there were no bones that pierced out of his skin, spewing out flesh and blood.
There was a heavy, black metal tube inlaid in his left wrist!
His entire left arm was a small-caliber mystical cannon!
The only problem is that Beyonder characteristics are conserved, Artisans are limited, so many things cannot be mass-produced.
The Horamick “doll” put his left wrist against the stone door.
Inside his body, the sound of gears grinding against each other as they revolved emitted an intense spirituality radiance.
A ray of light that was as bright as day appeared and disappeared.
The stone door suddenly turned into pure powder, as if it had never existed.
This was the end of the Amon family’s tomb exploration. The scene surrounding Klein quickly shrank and became the background.
An illusory, ancient, and bizarre silver mirror appeared in midair. The black, eye-like gemstones on the mirror flickered.
White words were quickly outlined in the mirror:
“Your loyal servant, Arrodes, has finished reporting and is ready to serve you at any time again.”
Klein was a bit wary and unaccustomed towards the fellow who appeared too enthusiastic. He nodded and said, “Well done, you may leave first.”
“Yes, the mighty existence above the spirit world.” As soon Arrodes produced that line of words, the scene around him shattered into pieces.
Rounding up his thoughts, Klein began looking forward to the next day.
After the Machinery Hivemind tidied up their spoils, they were likely to get him to choose an item!
