Chapter 191 Blood God? Blood God!

After adding to himself and Hermione all the magical protections at his disposal, they set foot on the steps of the golden pyramid temple.

Even little wizards like them can feel the majestic magic emanating from the building at the top of the pyramid, and naturally their nerves are also tense.

While walking up the stairs, Lane discovered that the pyramid was actually made of stone. It's just plated with a thick layer of gold.

However, even if it is only plated with a layer of gold, this layer of gold may be similar to the current amount of gold reserves in the Federation in the Radiation World. You must know that the Federation in the radiation world has expanded to Washington and New York before the war, and everyone has collected a lot of gold from those places.

However, the gold in a thousand-year-old ruin here can actually be compared with the gold reserves in the industrial age, which shows the power and strength of the Witch King back then.

While lamenting the local tyrants of the Witch King, they finally took the last step to the door of the building at the top of the pyramid. Such a gorgeous pyramid was actually made of wood, and even Ryan could smell the faint wood fragrance.

But the fragrance of wood made Ryan feel even more terrifying, compared to everything below that had turned to ashes. The ability to maintain fresh wood over a long period of time is even more in awe of the powerful magic in architecture.

After double-checking and confirming that it was just an ordinary wooden door, Ryan took a deep breath to calm down, and then forced the door open.

Ryan had a lot of speculation about what was behind the door. For example, there is a sacred hall inside, and the Witch King sits high on the throne like a god.

It could also be that the Witch King was lying quietly inside a multi-layered golden coffin, surrounded by countless puppets.

Ryan even thought that the Witch King might have been to the East when he traveled far, so he chose the oriental style to build the hall into an empty space, and the ground used various layouts to piece together a map of his power, which was attached with anti-gravity. spell. The obsidian coffin containing the Witch King was pulled by nine undead feathered snakes made into corpse puppets to fly in the hall.

In short, there are countless possibilities in this temple. But after opening the door, Ryan found an old man with red beard and hair, wrinkled face, decorated with all kinds of gold, gems, and feathers, sitting on the throne in the middle of the hall, and most importantly, sitting on the throne. The old man on the throne is alive.

This was a scene that Ryan and the others never thought of before: the tomb owner encountered the tomb owner, and the tomb owner was not a zongzi but alive.

Obviously, saying sorry and closing the door and exiting is not going to solve the problem in this situation. Think about a person who has been in the same place for more than a thousand years, when someone suddenly rushed in and woke him up. Waking up gas is definitely not something normal people can handle.

Thinking about the mummy, blood pool and corpse cocoon on the way just now, it seems that there is only one way to go now.

Thinking of this, Ryan squeezed a hand gesture, and a flash of lightning flew out. At this time, the one in the seat shouted: Wait, little guys, this is not a place to fight.

It was too late for Ryan to retract his spell, but the spell that could severely injure ordinary wizards suddenly disappeared less than a foot from the body of the figure on the seat.

Okay little guy, stop, we have important things to do now. The old man said weakly after taking a few breaths.

Ryan also put down his arm and stopped the attack. After all, before figuring out why the attack just now was completely ineffective, he felt that it was almost impossible to cause harm to the old man in front of him. Since the opponent has called to stop when they have such a big advantage, then it is the best choice now to stop and listen to what he has to say.

Now that the fighting has stopped, Ryan took this opportunity to start looking at the situation in the hall. After all, it is necessary to confirm the surrounding environment in the current situation where the situation is unknown.

But with just one glance, Ryan took his eyes back. Because this space is so clean, how clean can it be? Nothing but the blood-red throne in the middle of the room.

Yes, no carvings, no furniture, and no daily necessities. Outside of the flat stone floor and ceiling in this great hall, there are only four equally flat walls, and the only thing that is decorated is the star map on the ceiling.

Ryan began to believe that this guy might have really become a god. After all, apart from this explanation, he couldn't figure out what else could be able to sit on a chair for a thousand years and still be alive normally. Ryan felt that if he was put here, even if magic could keep him alive for a thousand years, if he sat there all day looking at this unchanging bare ground and wall, he would probably go crazy within a year.

The old man seemed to understand Ryan's mind. He chuckled on it and said, Don't try to understand the gods with the eyes of a human being. You can't imagine the power of gods at all.

Well, taking back the previous words, Ryan felt that this person in front of him was indeed crazy, and he excluded himself from the scope of people so quickly. And more importantly, he felt that the man in front of him didn't see any power beyond human beings except that he had lived for a thousand years. After all, this is a magical world. It is not difficult for many powerful wizards to prepare in advance to say that the alchemy stone of longevity and Horcrux can do it.

If he had to say it, Ryan felt that the only thing he couldn't understand now was how he could manage to have no problems with his lumbar spine and no hemorrhoids while sitting still for a thousand years.

To appease the souls in the sea of ​​knowledge who were agitated after seeing the old man, Ryan asked, So, since you are all gods, why do you want me to help?

I saw your disrespect in your eyes, don't you know who I am? After hearing Ryan's question, the old man sitting on the throne raised his scepter angrily and asked.

Isn't it the Witch King who notified this land thousands of years ago?

No, that's just my name when I was still human, and now I'm called Blood God.

Blood God, this title is a bit evil, and the title of the legendary god also represents their position. In this way, if the person in front of him is a god, he should 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 call the wizards above called the blood god sect to serve you, and let me, an outsider, help you?

No, don't mention those guys, they all deserve to die. The old man who claimed to be the Blood God snarled furiously after hearing Ryan's question. It seems that there should be a story in it.