After applying all the magical protection he knew to himself and Hermione, they stepped onto the steps of the golden pyramid temple.
Even little wizards like them could feel the tremendous magical power emanating from the building at the top of the pyramid, so naturally their nerves were on edge.
When walking on the stairs, Ryan discovered that this pyramid was actually made of stone, but it was plated with a thick layer of gold.
Even if it were just a layer of gold, it would probably be about the same as the Federation's current gold reserves in the Fallout world. Remember, the Federation in the Fallout world has expanded to pre-war Washington and New York, and a lot of gold has been collected from those places.
However, the gold in a thousand-year-old relic here can be compared with the gold reserves in the industrial age, which shows the power and strength of the witch king at that time.
While lamenting the Witch King's wealth, they finally stepped onto the last step and arrived at the door of the building at the top of the pyramid. Such a magnificent pyramid was actually made of wood, and Ryan could even smell the faint fragrance of wood.
But the fresh scent of this wood made Ryan feel even more horrified, compared to everything below that had turned to dust and ash. The wood that had remained fresh for such a long time made him feel even more awed by the powerful magic in the building.
After checking again and again to make sure it was just an ordinary wooden door, Ryan took a deep breath to calm himself, then pulled the door open with force.
Ryan had many guesses about what was behind the door, such as whether it was a sacred temple with the Witch King sitting high on the throne like a statue.
It is also possible that the Witch King is lying quietly in a multi-layered golden coffin, surrounded by countless puppets.
Llane even thought that the Witch King might have traveled eastward during his long journey, so he chose an oriental style to build the temple into a vast expanse. The ground was covered with various maps to form a map of his power, and it was enchanted with anti-gravity spells. The obsidian coffin containing the Witch King was pulled by nine undead feathered serpents, shaped like corpse puppets, and flew through the temple.
In short, there were countless possibilities in this temple. But after opening the door, Ryan discovered an old man with red hair and beard, a face full of wrinkles, and a body adorned with all kinds of gold, gems, and feather ornaments. He was sitting on the throne in the middle of the hall. The most terrible thing was that the old man sitting on the throne was alive.
This was a scene that Ryan and his team had never imagined before: they encountered the tomb owner while robbing, and the tomb owner was not a zombie but alive.
Obviously, in this situation, saying sorry and closing the door won't solve the problem. Imagine someone who has been living peacefully in one place for over a thousand years, and then someone suddenly rushes in and wakes them up. Waking up in a bad mood is definitely not something a normal person can handle.
Thinking about the mummies, blood pools and corpse cocoons along the way, it seems that the only way now is to fight for life.
Thinking of this, Ryan made a hand gesture and a flash of lightning flew out. At this time, the person sitting in the seat shouted: "Wait, little guys, this is not the place to fight."
At this time, Ryan had no time to retract his spell, but this spell that could seriously injure an ordinary wizard suddenly disappeared less than a foot away from the figure sitting on the seat.
"Okay, little guy, stop it. We have important things to do now." The old man said weakly after taking a few breaths.
Ryan lowered his arm and stopped attacking. After all, before he understood why his attack had been completely ineffective, he felt that it was impossible to harm the old man in front of him. Since the opponent had called for a halt despite having such a huge advantage, then stopping and listening to what he had to say was the best option at this moment.
Now that the fighting had stopped, Ryan took the opportunity to survey the situation inside the hall. After all, in this uncertain situation, confirming the surroundings was essential, as it would be useful for both attacking and escaping if the negotiations broke down and fighting broke out.
But after just a quick glance, Ryan looked away. This space was too clean. How clean could it be? There was nothing inside except the blood-red throne in the middle of the room.
Yes, there were no carvings, no furniture, and no daily necessities. Besides the flat stone floor and ceiling, the hall had only four equally flat walls. The only decoration was the star map on the ceiling.
Ryan began to believe that this guy might have truly become a god. After all, apart from this explanation, he couldn't imagine what else besides a god could sit in a chair for a thousand years and still remain alive. Ryan felt that if he was placed here, even if magic could allow him to live for a thousand years, if he sat there all day looking at the unchanging bare ground and walls, he would probably go crazy within a year.
The old man seemed to understand Ryan's thoughts. He chuckled and said, "Don't try to understand the gods with your ant-like perspective. You can't even imagine the power of the gods."
Well, taking it back, Ryan thought the man before him was indeed insane, having so quickly dismissed him as a human. More importantly, he didn't see any superhuman powers in him besides having lived for a thousand years. After all, this was a magical world. The Philosopher's Stone and Horcruxes could do it, and silently catching one of his spells wouldn't be difficult for many powerful wizards if they were prepared.
If he had to say something, Ryan felt that the only thing he couldn't understand now was how he could sit still for a thousand years without any problems with his lumbar spine or hemorrhoids.
After calming down the agitated souls in the sea of consciousness who had become restless after seeing the old man, Ryan asked, "So, since you are already a god, why do you still need my help?"
"I see disrespect in your eyes. Don't you know who I am?" The old man sitting on the throne raised the scepter in his hand angrily and asked after hearing Ryan's question.
"Wasn't it the Witch King who informed this land thousands of years ago?"
"No, that was just my name when I was still human. Now I am called the Blood God."
Blood God, this title is a bit evil. In legend, the title of God also represents their position. So if this person in front of him is a god, he must be an evil god. Ryan thought silently in his heart, and suddenly he had an idea and asked: "If you are really the Blood God, why don't you ask those wizards who claim to be the Blood God Cult to serve you, and insist on asking me, an outsider, to help you?"
"No, don't mention those guys, they all deserve to die." The old man who called himself the Blood God shouted angrily after hearing Ryan's question. It seems that there must be a story behind this.
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