Chapter 529: Chapter 47 The Gradually Gathering Gloom
“This seems to be the script of the Titans from the Golden Age, identifiable characters include ‘Radiance,’ ‘Dream Realm,’ ‘Tower’.”
After scrutinizing it for a while, Anvis slightly frowned, feeling somewhat puzzled.
Even among all the languages of the Ancient Era, materials related to the Titan Language are the most severely lost.
Among the three legendary civilizations of the Ancient Golden Age, although the High Elves have vanished, the two branches that derived from them, the Natural Elves and the Dark Elves, are still prospering on the distant Elf Continent to this day.
As for the Giant Dragons, most are gathered on the legendary Dragon Island, and there are even a few that exist on the Continent. Only the Titan Clan, since the end of the Ancient Golden Age, has left no trace whatsoever.
Yet, within these Radiant Ruins, there appeared a Mithril plate engraved with the Titan Language.
Does this indicate that these ruins might be related to the Titan civilization?
“The partial characteristics of that bird resemble those of the night bell raven from the outside world, and night bell ravens have an affinity for collecting shiny objects. There is a high probability that this Secret Silver Plate was carried out by that bird from the city ruins afar.”
After a quick divination, Anvis returned the Mithril plate to Orbins and shared his analysis.
“And judging by the size of this Mithril plate, it is very likely not a relic of the Titans but inscribed by some later civilization using the Titan Language.”
“The Titan Language has long been lost; a relic that uses the Titan Language as its lingua franca is, I think, very likely related to the Ancient Golden Age. That ruin probably originates from a civilization of that era.”
Orbins also nodded in agreement.
“As I made my way here, I’ve encountered more than one Magic Beast on the road. They greatly differ from the species of Magic Beasts in the outside world, and I suspect they may also be varieties from the ancient times.”
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Listening to the two experts discuss things he could not understand, the Last Dragon Descendant shrank back, striving to maintain his silence.
Although he was a storyline-focused player, it didn’t mean he had a deep study of the ancient secrets.
“Let’s pause our exchange for now. I think everyone else should be heading in the direction of the city by now; we’d better make our way there quickly as well.”
Ultimately, Anvis brought the topic to an end.
In reality, he was aware that these Magic Beasts were probably of the same era as that ruin, and if there was a way to take them out, they would be of certain value, but this was not of immediate importance to him.
The opening of the Radiant Ruins was time-limited, and dealing with the ancient Magic Beasts last isn’t too late,
Having found all the teammates he was looking for, the trio once again embarked on the Alchemy Shuttle, swiftly flying towards the direction of the city.
On the way, thanks to the stone tablet fragments in hand, Anvis could also sense the whereabouts of Prince Lanno and his group.
It seemed they were scattered on the other side of the city ruins, and based on his current speed, he should be able to arrive a bit earlier than the Prince and the others.
The rest of the journey did not encounter any accidents, or rather, no accidents that could stop Anvis and his companions.
As the Alchemy Shuttle flew towards the city ruins, two or three Magic Beasts of the sixth or seventh rank attacked fearlessly due to their territory being violated.
As a result, Anvis didn’t need to lift a finger; just the Dissociation Technique spontaneously emitted from the surface of the airship turned all the daring Magic Beasts to ash.
Through the magical viewing window’s transmission, all three passengers in the shuttle witnessed the fierce attack of the Magic Beasts and the moment they were hit by the Dissociation Technique.
Orbins was indifferent to this, for he had seen even more preposterous modes of transport, having a Ninth Rank Peak teacher after all.
But for the Last Dragon Descendant and the viewers watching his live stream, it was an eye-opening experience.
“Holy shit! That big black bird was taken out in an instant, that’s at least a Level Forty Magic Beast, right?”
“The guy in front should read more books. That’s a Black Horror Bird, suggested Challenge Level 70+.”
“Really want to steal this ship.”
“I really want to snatch this ship +1.”
Since this action was undertaken in the public eye, considering his own persona, Anvis did not intend to use his true power in front of others unless absolutely necessary.
But even so, he possessed another equally powerful ability: financial capability.
For instance, the alchemy shuttle he was currently aboard was crafted by the Alchemy Master of the ancient Magic Empire, Jagilu Kormivasi.
With an adequate energy source, this shuttle could unleash a Dissociation Technique nearly equal in power to the Eighth Rank. Anvis had also modified it, adding more defense and attack modules from the High Elves.
And, to prepare for this exploration of the Radiant Secret Realm, Anvis had removed the core tower spirit ‘Pomiya’ from the Sky City in his lab, temporarily installing it onto this ship as the fire control system.
Thus, the ship had now become an aerial fortress capable of threatening those of the Eighth Rank.
Ignoring the swarm of flying Magic Beasts rushing towards him, Anvis stood silently at the bow of the ship, gazing at the gradually nearing mountain ruins in the distance, his eyes deep and mysterious.
Just moments ago, his spiritual sense suddenly detected something unusual.
This anomaly was very subtle, but to an Eighth Rank Prophet like him, it was as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the dark night.
Something unfavorable to him was happening. It wasn’t targeted directly at him, but it would undoubtedly involve him.
Was someone targeting the Ninth Prince? Or was it some other conspiracy?
A sense of vigilance arose in his heart.
Regardless, this trip to the Radiant Ruins was likely to encounter some unforeseen changes.
….
At this moment, in another area within the Radiant Secret Realm, a long-planned attack erupted without warning.
A man dressed as a guard reached out abruptly, piercing through the chest of the brown-haired young man in front of him.
“Pff—”
“Tradd?! You—!”
Gammon Aslade’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the arm that had penetrated through his chest.
Even though he was confused as to why the family heirloom protective treasure had not activated, he knew full well that his life was hanging by a thread.
He wanted to resist, to activate the family talisman, but a deep and terrifying power had completely immobilized his body, preventing him from mobilizing even a trace of spiritual power.
“…”
Facing Gammon’s question, the man known as Clad gave no response. Simultaneously, a dark, oil-like substance began to spill from his arm that had penetrated Gammon’s body, quickly enveloping Gammon entirely.
Within moments, the liquid seemed to vanish into Gammon’s skin, leaving no visible change from the outside.
“How does it feel?”
Observing this, the man dressed as a guard retracted the hand that had been plunged into the other’s chest.
“Feels okay, but is this really fine? Won’t that Prophet notice?”
Moving his body a bit, ‘Gammon’ looked at him with some uncertainty and asked.
“Don’t worry, that’s just a Seventh Rank Prophet. Under the power of the Divine, even his perception was confused when he entered this place; it’s impossible for him to detect us.”
“Let’s get ready to begin. The great Divine watches over us, and when He truly returns to this world, we will become His ladder, existing forever in His Divine Country.”
“Praise be to our Lord—”
At this very moment, similar scenes were unfolding in several locations within the Radiant Secret Realm.