Chapter 776: Chapter 215: Tomb, Ian Buried! (Part 3)

He opened his mouth to ask.

And just then, as the two of them were making their way up the staircase, Merlin hadn’t answered yet when suddenly, the voice of War God Ares rang out again.

"With each step, bow your head, sins on the Path of Rebirth are halved, protecting your true spirit." The resounding voice echoed across the entire world, who would have thought War God Ares would turn out to be an edgy teenager?

Ian knew this guy had never truly gone silent!

Turns out he was waiting right here!

Faced with the voice of War God Ares, as if announcing rules to visitors, Ian rolled his eyes dramatically, "Bow my head, my foot! Why don’t you figure out where your true spirit has run off to first!"

Indeed, the throne only held a corpse.

No true spirit of the War God.

"Run, Great Mage."

Ian’s feet raced swiftly, charging straight to the palace entrance in one breath, as if afraid that if he ran any slower, he’d hear the War God saying something like "Even with one hand holding your tomb, it’s still the same." Honestly, if it wasn’t truly absurd, Ian wouldn’t want to make remarks about a divine corpse.

So disrespectful.

"It’s not cold here."

Ian looked around. The two of them were already in front of the palace, which was deep inside the "dark cloud," with endless shadows covering the palace surroundings.

Countless gray-black fogs were boiling, and amidst them, the shadows gathered and scattered, forming various shapes.

Some resembled clusters of black moths, with torn parchment fragments on their wings; others resembled decaying dragons, with every scale flowing with tar-like black mist.

The most horrifying were the shadows resembling human figures, holding painful and struggling postures, with translucent skin faintly revealing devoured bones.

"This is way too eerie."

Ian was reluctant to embrace such a sanity-draining scene.

"They... no, it’s it..." Merlin’s breathing became rapid, his gaze sweeping over the shadows, pupils contracting severely, staring intently at those shadows.

"It’s the Silent Fog Nightmare!"

His voice carried disbelief and awe.

Upon hearing this, Ian raised an eyebrow.

"Silent Fog Nightmare?"

Having heard this creature’s name again, the shadows covering the sky did indeed resemble the Silent Fog Nightmare he had encountered, but those weren’t this massive!

The Little Wizard noticed that Merlin had corrected his terminology, using "it" instead of "they!"

"The Silent Fog Nightmare is an extremely mysterious creature. They feed on memories and history; the weak devour memories, the strong twist history... Such a colossal being, I simply cannot imagine what kind of history could have fed it!" Merlin’s eyes were full of doubt and uncertainty.

He turned his head, intensely staring at the Little Wizard.

"What did you do?"

The Wizard King didn’t care about his own life or not; he was truly shocked, certain that the person before him had twisted extremely important history with the Silent Fog Nightmare.

The larger and more crucial the history, the more it can feed a gigantic Silent Fog Nightmare, and now with this one’s body, Merlin couldn’t even imagine what kind of history it had devoured and twisted!

"You ask me, who should I ask? If I knew, I’d still come tomb raiding with you?" Ian was indeed feeling shaken, growing increasingly curious about future events.

Merlin opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but eventually held back, perhaps believing the Little Wizard, or maybe survival instincts regained control over his mind.

Only he knew.

"Maybe the answers are inside."

Ian looked at the majestic palace before him. The palace doors were shut tight, engraved with complex runes, clearly sealed by some powerful force.

"Possibly."

Merlin took a deep breath, calming his nerves. He couldn’t help but look over the sky-blocking shadows, waiting for a long time without seeing the Little Wizard take any action.

"Why don’t you open the door?"

Merlin asked, somewhat suspiciously, turning his head.

Ian raised an eyebrow, showing an expression of inevitability: "Isn’t this the Prophet’s job? Aren’t you the Prophet? Our agreement said you’d handle these tricky issues."

His words left Merlin speechless once again.

"Back then, you never mentioned this was your house!"

Merlin spat out a sentence full of frustration, gritting his teeth.

"Firstly, I didn’t know you were coming here initially. Secondly... you never asked, did you?" Ian blinked, his innocent demeanor making Merlin want to hit something.

Who would have thought to ask if the tomb was their collaborator’s house before tomb raiding??

Crazy!

After a moment of heavy breathing, Merlin’s expression kept changing, finally settling into resignation, "Let me study it; it might take some time."

He began to analyze the runes on the door.

"How long will it take?"

Ian also explored the large door.

"A day, two days? The runes here are very complex." Merlin was uncertain, but he was certainly confident in his ability to analyze them, as his dao heart hadn’t shattered.

"Looks like I’m the true Great Prophet." Ian stopped in front of the door’s groove, pulled out his magic wand, and directly thrust it in.

"Thump," "thump," "thump."

Just as expected.

It was exactly what he thought.

The door immediately received the activation from the key. A dull sound kept resonating like a heart beating wildly. Those surrounding shadows rolled like lava.