The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 221 - 13 Mysterious Guest_2

Chapter 221: Chapter 13: Mysterious Guest_2

Chapter 221 -13: Mysterious Guest_2

With a shrug to indicate he couldn’t provide the correct answer, Newman’s bewildered gaze wandered between the two stone staircases. “We could try going right,” a voice with a heavy nasal tone suggested, which by no guess was other than that of the newly arrived mage.

“Oh, Mage Lome, could you explain your reasoning?” Mihailovich asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise. He had great respect for the mysterious mage introduced by a friend.

“I have been to the Prometheus Maze before. The Miranda family’s designs, though infinitely varied, still adhere to the Dwarven tradition of respecting the right-hand path. I surmise that the paths at this fork ultimately lead to the same destination. Of course, the rewards along the way might differ. However, the traps on the right should mainly involve magic, while the left likely contains more mechanical traps. Dwarves hold magic in high esteem, so they would welcome their honored guests with magic prohibitions in the areas they deem suitable,” he said in a flat tone, but his words carried conviction. The mere mention of having escaped from the Prometheus Maze was enough to earn sidelong glances of respect and envy. Newman looked at him with even more respect and admiration, perhaps planning to seek this mysterious person’s knowledge on the maze’s mechanisms after their adventure.

“I think most of us here are adept at magic; choosing the right might be more advantageous for us in opening the door to our destination.” After his explanation, the mysterious mage, who had yet to reveal his true face, seemed reluctant to say more, his gaze drifting elsewhere as if waiting for the group to make a decision.

“Mm, Mage Lome does make some sense. Although we have the help of Solonberg and Vladimir Koff, knights, magic is our strong suit after all. Perhaps choosing right is more appropriate. Of course, once we reach our destination, if we have some free time, we can completely try the left passage. Who knows, it might bring us a surprise,” Rebry was the first to agree, and Mihailovich also showed his support. Komer and Newman declined to express an opinion, and the two Dark Knights likewise remained silent.

The decision to turn right was made with three in favor and four abstentions; Rebry at the lead, followed by Mihailovich, with the two Dark Knights flanking them on each side. The mage known as Lome followed closely behind Vladimir Koff, with Newman matching Solonberg’s pace just behind him, and Komer trailing last. Intentionally maintaining some distance from the others, he had a hunch that the right stone staircase passage might not be as simple as Mage Lome suggested. Naturally, the left would be the same. However, this premonition was purely instinctual, with nothing to back it up, so Komer could only be extra cautious.

One Sphere of Light Spell after another rose up, brightly illuminating the stone staircase passage. With the help of the Spheres of Light, Komer could clearly see the hack and slash carvings on the stone walls, strange symbols and letters arranged in a unique sequence, though Komer couldn’t make out any of it.

“This is Bureimoden text, long lost for hundreds of years. It’s said to be the writing of the Ape Tribe among the beastmen, the strongest in power and the highest in intelligence. It disappeared after the extinction of the Ape Tribe. I never expected to see it here,” Newman’s voice trembled slightly in the cold air, as if he recalled something particularly remarkable.

The Ape Tribe was originally the foremost among the seven great tribes of the Beastmen, approximately over five hundred years ago they were the rulers among the Beastmen. Their appearance had minimal difference from that of Mortals, their intellect was not inferior to Mortals, but in terms of personal physique, they were far stronger than Mortals. Under their rule, the Beamon Kingdom once occupied the entire northern and middle parts of the Blue Continent, including most of the land that is now the Northern Alliance, with Mortals and other races being squeezed into the south. Just as the Beamons were advancing triumphantly, the greatest king of the Ape Tribe, Taishan•Mangqi, was mysteriously assassinated among his troops. Shortly thereafter, the Ape Tribe soldiers, without exception, contracted a strange disease; within days, almost all the Ape soldiers died. The Beamon allied forces immediately fell into disarray, and the allied forces of other races took the opportunity to counterattack. The Beamon allied forces were quickly defeated and never recovered, being forced to retreat to their stronghold—the Wilderness of the North. After this calamity, the Ape Tribe, always having oppressed the other six tribes, was attacked by them. Since the young and strong had all been led away by Taishan to wage war, the remaining women, children, and the elderly were swiftly wiped out by the six tribes, and thus the Ape Tribe faded into obscurity among the seven great tribes of the Beastmen. Since then, the dissatisfied Beastmen could only cause trouble for Mortal countries, but they no longer had the strength to pose a threat of extinction to other races as Taishan once did.

No sooner had Newman’s words finished than a warning surged through Komer’s spiritual sense—a large number of undead creatures appeared within the range of his exploration. At practically the same moment, his other companions also detected the abnormality.

The thick Necromantic Aura pervaded the entire passage in an instant, and it was unclear what mechanism had been triggered; the stone wall began to tremble, countless cracks slowly forming. One by one, zombies covered in white hair emerged from the crevices of the stone wall.

“By my father God! It’s a horde of Giant Ape Corpses!” Newman could no longer contain his emotions, his eyes nearly bursting, his pupils rapidly constricting. A magic wand, seldom used, was drawn from his chest in an instant; he quickly described circles, and his shrill voice suddenly rose in the passage, “Quick, stop them at once, their bodies carry the unique Giant Ape hybrid corpse poison—there’s no salvation for those afflicted, not even White Magic can cure it!”

Komer had activated his Shield of Light at the first sign of anomaly. This second-tier Light Magic, capable of enduring for a long time and possessing considerable resistance, was traditionally the best defense against these undead creatures. However, this was merely a defensive spell; to completely overcome the Giant Ape Corpses that had cut off their escape, he feared it was not something a few Light Magic spells could easily achieve.

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Rebry and Mihailovich also activated their Magic Shields in time, while the mysterious Mage Lome remained calm and composed, her slender fingers swiftly drawing a circle in the air, the spell she murmured too indistinct to be heard by Komer due to the distance and chaos in the room, despite his intention to observe her performance.

But it didn’t take long for Komer to realize her approach; almost all of the white-haired zombies emerging from the gaps in the stone wall, who had been gradually picking up speed, suddenly slowed down, looking strained as if they were burdened with heavy loads. From their contorted expressions, it was clear they were bound by magic, and they let out deep growls that echoed through the passage.

“Gravity Spell?!” Glancing at her with some surprise, Komer felt this Mage enshrouded in mystery was even more inscrutable than before. Gravity Spell was Typical Space Magic, manipulating the forces of space to hinder the opponent’s movement, somewhat similar to the Dark Spells like Dark Binding. However, it differed fundamentally as it was long-lasting and pure in strength, unable to be dispelled by magic techniques, necessitating physical power to break through or overcome, unlike Dark Binding and similar spells.