Arcane Journey

Chapter 30 Ghost
Bryan made his way back down the narrow stairs, heading straight for the deep corridors of the mausoleum.

As it continued to deepen, he could clearly feel a chill sweeping over, like the icy breath of a deep dark lake.

He took a few deep breaths, and the icy chill pierced through his heart, making him shiver uncontrollably.

This made him realize that there must be many undead creatures that were forcibly awakened by the energy surged by the radiation of the leylines in the tomb.

Brian glanced ahead thoughtfully, then stopped, took out a pinch of silver powder, and sprinkled a ring about three feet in diameter around himself.

——"Protect from evil!"

Then, he whispered a spell, and the powder under his feet began to shimmer in the dim tomb, shining like stars.

At the same time, a nearly invisible magic barrier slowly emerged around him, and moved slowly along with his cautious walking.

This is a ring spell that can resist attacks from evil creatures, protect from mind control, and gain protection from summoned creatures.

With the blessing of "Protection from Evil", Brian immediately felt much better.

Under the illumination of the light technique, he stepped on the stone slab under his feet and continued to move forward.

Soon, through the soft light emitted by his fingertips, he saw two pairs of marble statues appearing on his left and right sides, extending into the darkness in the distance.

Each marble statue depicts a robed human being, standing side by side, gazing into the eternal darkness with eyes that will never be seen again.

He raised his vigilance and continued to walk forward in the dark corridor. The sound of footsteps echoed in the mausoleum. The faint sound of footsteps seemed to startle them, and clusters of black shadows appeared alternately on the wall.

After a moment, Brian stopped and raised the light on his fingertips.

Because a bronze gate blocked his way, and the bronze on it was a little green due to the erosion of the years.

He knew that as long as he opened the door, there would be the main tomb he was looking for.

But he is very clear that what is waiting for him is also likely to be a group of crazy undead, and if he is not careful, he will be torn to pieces.

After all, he is quite familiar with the customs of the Netheril Empire.

Their civilization not only practiced slavery, but also popularized the tradition of burying the living, especially those noble and revered grand arcanists.

Brian stood there and considered for a moment, and took out some spell-casting materials such as sulfur, white phosphorus, and silver powder from the dimensional bag.

After finishing the preparations, he carefully opened the door and walked out.

"Jie Jie"

"is the breath of the living"

"The body and shell are mine!"

"Take him!"

…………

A cold breeze blew by.

Greedy and frantic gray ghosts flocked towards the pushed open bronze door one by one, screaming and pounced on Brian.

Through the crumbling light of the "Protection from Evil" barrier, Brian looked at a group of hideous ghosts, skillfully waved the spell-casting materials into the air.

A spell of deadly spells followed, directed at the approaching horde of ghosts.

——"Three-ring spell: flash burst!"

The intense flash burst suddenly among the ghosts, and burst out groups of fiercely burning flames, lingering on the phantom's phantom like maggots.

In an instant.

The scorching flash and flames evaporated all the frightened ghosts on the spot, leaving no one left.

One after another, the gray soul crystals fell to the ground, making a pleasant and crisp sound.

"Target is dead!"

"Draining soul energy."

"Acquired experience points: 100 points!"

"Acquired experience points: 90 points!"

"Acquired experience points: 120 points!"

…………

Looking at the system bar that kept jumping like codes, Brian nodded in satisfaction.

A three-ring spell killed more than 40 ghosts with a challenge level of only about 1 in an instant, with a total of more than 4000 experience points, and the harvest was not bad.

After all, this kind of undead swarming opportunity is very rare.

Although ghosts are spirit-like beings, non-magic weapons cannot harm them at all, but as long as they find the right method, they can be eliminated very easily.

Then, Brian waved his hand, and he put all the 'spar gift bag' given to him after the ghost group dissipated into his dimensional bag.

This is the material structure transformed into by the life of the pure spirit body after dissipating, which is the so-called soul fragment.

It is the most common charging material for wizards, and it is also the core material for making low-level constructs such as creatures.

For him now, there will definitely be opportunities to be useful.

After the smoke inside had almost dissipated, he walked in unhurriedly.

The main chamber is very spacious, with orderly rows of sarcophagi arranged along three walls, guarding a black marble sarcophagus in the center of the room.

Brian discovered that the relief on the lid of each sarcophagus depicts a human being dressed as a servant, resting peacefully.

On the stone bricks of the three walls, an alcove was chiseled corresponding to each sarcophagus, and a dried internal organ was placed inside.

This should be some kind of custom for servants to be buried with their masters during the Netheril period.

So he ignored it, and didn't even think about pushing the sarcophagus to check the buried objects.

Instead, head straight for the black marble sarcophagus in the center of the room.

Walking to the side of the large sarcophagus, Brian waved his hand and cleaned the dust from the lid of the sarcophagus of the owner of the tomb.

A mosaic decorated on the coffin lid appeared in front of his eyes, depicting a beautiful landscape and floating cities flying above it.

And he could feel that the marble coffin lid was very heavy, but after he threw a detection spell over it, he found that it was engraved with an ancient magic, making it very light.

And this magic has not long since expired like the prohibition of the Miser energy core, and it is still in effect today.

Brian pushed lightly, and the 'heavy' coffin lid swung open.

He saw the former Grand Arcanist, Miss Polaris, with her hands folded in front of her chest, her eyes closed, sleeping peacefully in the sarcophagus.

Her beautiful face still looks so lifelike, as if she could open her eyes at any time and reveal a youthful smile.

Brian suddenly shifted his gaze, and realized that he was attracted by the invisible charm of the other party.

He stabilized his mind and recalled some information about the owner of the tomb.

Lady Polaris, Bryces, a level 35 Grand Arcanist of the Psychic School.

When I was young, I was very adventurous, and I didn't settle down until I was nearly 100 years old, and built my own floating city.

But her face is still as beautiful as a girl, and there are many people who pursue her. Some people even wonder if the other party has learned some magic to stay youthful from mysterious races or elves.

This was not the case, and after another few hundred years, her face began to age, her skin began to sag, and her figure began to lose shape.

This made her mental state in later life very bad.

Drenched in conspiracies and fantasies about suitors who no longer existed, he died in a duel with another great arcanist.

The mausoleum of Ms. Polaris was carefully built for her by her Floating City heir.

This is an excerpt from the Chronicles of Netheril in the Royal Library of the Kingdom of Cormyr.

There is also a theory: Bryces fell in love with a priest who believed in the sun god Amaunata.

This priest is called Matik, a legendary general in the surface domain of Netheril.

In the War College of the Kingdom of Cormyr, there are detailed records of this general, because many of his battles are indispensable knowledge for the students.

Unlike other arcanists of that era, Matik venerated the gods, especially the sun god Amaunata, with great fanaticism.

Throughout his life, more than [-] lives were lost at the hands of the army led by Matic.

Of Matik's many legendary victories, the final battle in the Northstar Mountains is far more memorable.

For a long time, countless tacticians and strategists have studied his heroic last battle.

The valor and fearlessness shown by Matik and his followers in that outnumbered conflict still inspires today's warriors.

However, it is a pity that he and his army all died in the North Star Mountains in the war against the orcs.

So some people speculate that this is the root cause of the heartbroken Ms. Polaris's late life, which has become very bad.

As the saying goes, mourning is greater than death.

A level 35 Psychic School Grand Arcanist unexpectedly
Brian felt a little unlikely, after all, how could a grand arcanist who could be promoted to this level be easily affected by his state of mind.

However, the speculations of some players who like conspiracy theories sound like something.

They speculated that the demise of the general and the surface forces of Netheril was more than it seemed.

In such a fierce battle, no floating city came to support in time.

And with the death of General Matik and the destruction of the surface army, the Netheril civilians living on the surface finally completely lost their right to speak freely.

Their voices, whether it was the change of the government system or the adjustment of the tax rate, were all swallowed up by the grand arcanists' ambitions full of power.

Of course, whether it was a conspiracy or not, it had nothing to do with the current Brian.

He withdrew his thoughts drifting into the distance, and closed the coffin lid again.

Because apart from a simulated corpse, there is not even a funeral object.

Obviously, this is a fake tomb, and the real tomb is definitely hidden.

And what surprised him was that the undead in the tomb had not given him any hints until now except to guide him in.

This made him frown and search carefully.

Fortunately, he still has a clue.

The mechanism of the tomb hides the bottom of one of the coffins, and as long as he pushes them away one by one, he will be able to find them.

Thinking of this, he stopped wasting time and started to act immediately.

Just when he was about to try to push away the coffin closest to him, the familiar voice echoed in his mind again.

"I'm right here, I'm below!" There was a hint of crying in the soft female voice, "Please, save me quickly!"

(End of this chapter)