In the ceremonial chamber of the Lakheman Royal Tomb's underground palace in Dead Eagle Valley, Dorothy and Naifnis stood on the cold floor, observing the dark surroundings with the help of floating lights, and looking at the confession written in dried blood on the walls of the main burial chamber, Naifnis couldn't help but murmur with wide eyes.
"These... these blood words aren't the original carvings in the tomb, they are last words? Last words left by these skeletons? They are... they are ancient people of the Baruk Dynasty?"
Looking at the blood words on the walls of the tomb, Naifnis said in astonishment after barely managing to decipher them, while Dorothy, who was beside her, also nodded silently at this time, then slowly spoke.
"Hmm... judging from the content written on this, these few skeletons should be the so-called six High Priests of the Baruk Royal Palace. They were important figures responsible for the Baruk King's forging ritual, performing the sacrificial ceremony to open the Lakheman Royal Tomb, and selecting each Baruk King was done by them..."
Glancing at the skeletons on the ground, Dorothy analyzed this way. Having read the Royal Sacrificial Book, she knew very well that in the tradition of Baruk, each King had to undergo the King's forging ritual to inherit the throne, and according to legend, the crown prince undergoing the trial needed to face the rahman's soul of the first King Rahman in the Lakheman Royal Tomb, where he would test whether the heir was qualified to be King. Regarding the content in the Royal Sacrificial Book that stated the heir needed to face the first King's soul, Dorothy initially thought it was just a legend, but now it seemed things were not that simple.
'In the late period of the Baruk Dynasty, corruption was rampant, with internal strife and external threats, and the people suffered, leading to widespread revolutions and ultimately its demise... The Baruch Royal Family could fall to the state of Ma'ad and Mazhar, I thought this so-called King's forging ritual of facing the first King was just a formality, that the heir would just come to the Royal Tomb to pay respects and that would be it. Now it seems that rahman's soul was really serious and strict in selecting the King, so strict that in the sixth generation, there were even more than eighty royal candidates who were deemed unqualified, leading to a crisis of succession in Baruk, forcing these Royal Palace High Priests to perform some blasphemous ritual...'
'The content of this ritual is still unknown, only that most of the six High Priests died in this ceremonial chamber, and the King's forging ritual seems to have continued after this blasphemy, allowing the Baruk Dynasty to continue until its demise. Judging from its performance in the late period, whether the last few generations of Baruk Kings were truly chosen by this ancestor Rahman must be questioned.'
While pacing in the tomb, Dorothy thought to herself, and Naif, on the other side, was also looking around the tomb with great curiosity. After observing for a while, she turned back and spoke to Dorothy.
"Miss Dorothy, according to the blood words left here, this King Lakhman seems to be a pretty good King, electing over eighty candidates and not choosing any... This shows that he seems to be quite responsible. Should we open this Corpse Coffin and call out his rahman's soul to ask him? Maybe he can help us deal with that old fellow from Kapak's hometown outside."
Naifnis suggested this to Dorothy. Hearing her words, Dorothy couldn't help but feel a stir. She knew that hiding in this ceremonial chamber to avoid the strong enemy was only a temporary measure and couldn't last long. According to the Royal Sacrificial Book, when the time for the King's forging ritual arrived, the door of the ceremonial chamber would automatically open, and that Scarlet Corpse Coffin Shaman would definitely still be waiting outside for them, so they had to come up with a corresponding countermeasure before that time, otherwise, they would be finished.
And Naif's suggestion was indeed a feasible method. Rahman was a Scarlet undead. From the confession on the wall and the folk legends of Adus, he was a wise and enlightened monarch and should be easy to communicate with. As long as she told him that the Corpse Coffin outside wanted to catch him like a Pokemon to train him, if rahman's soul was rational, there was a high probability he would agree to cooperate with her side.
However, the premise was that Rahman was rational... In Dorothy's opinion, perhaps rahman's soul was normal before, but after the sixth-generation King's forging ritual, the situation might be different. Who knew what impact this blasphemous ritual had on rahman's soul, and it was hard to say whether he was still the soul of that wise monarch.
Dorothy had previously overheard Moen and Shahabu's conversation. During the conversation, Moen was very wary of "waking Rahman undead not according to the normal process". His strong opposition to Shahabu directly piling up a large amount of explosives to blow up the ceremonial chamber was because he was worried that Rahman undead would wake up abnormally, thereby harming everyone. Moen was a Corpse Coffin person, and he should have known that Rahman undead had something abnormal about him to be so worried. Now Moen's worry had also become Dorothy's worry; she was afraid that waking Rahman undead would be equivalent to waking up another enemy.
After listening to Naifnis's suggestion, Dorothy considered for a moment, then replied.
"Waking rahman's soul... that is indeed a method... but for safety's sake, I need to confirm."
Saying this, Dorothy took out an ordinary coin and tossed it after saying a brief divination phrase.
"Is there a risk if I wake Rahman undead now?"
The coin fell from mid-air, and Dorothy accurately slapped it onto the back of her hand. Ever since Ma'ad and Robert were finished together, Faloro had revoked the divination protection for the Baruch Royal Family. The anti-divination array set up by the extinct Baruk Dynasty in Adis had been occupied by the Revolutionary Army, and the anti-divination resources were divided among the various royal relatives. Now there was no anti-divination to protect their ancestral tomb.
Dorothy slowly moved the hand covering the back of her other hand. Both her and Naif's eyes were fixed on the coin on the back of her hand. The coin showed heads, confirming the danger of waking him.
"This... this could be dangerous? King Lakhman... shouldn't he be a wise monarch in Adus history?" Looking at the coin on the back of Dorothy's hand, Naifnis was a little stunned, while Dorothy, with a hint of regret on her face, put away the coin and spoke.
"He was a wise monarch, but that was hundreds of years ago. After being dead for so long and undergoing this ritual, who knows what he has become now. In short, we cannot place our hopes on him for the time being."
Dorothy said this. After speaking, she put away the coin and slowly walked to the side of the Stone Corpse Coffin, carefully observing the complex magic circle around the Corpse Coffin. After carefully noting it down, she sat down cross-legged to the side, took out her "book-sea navigation record" from her magic box, opened it on her lap, and started writing on one of the pages. However, after writing a couple of strokes, Dorothy found something was not right; the characters she wrote this time did not sink into the page. Seeing this scene, Dorothy couldn't help but frown slightly.
'What's going on? "book-sea navigation record" isn't responding?'
Looking at the scene before her, Dorothy thought in confusion. Then she began to check where the "book-sea navigation record" had gone wrong. After checking for a while, she finally confirmed the problem.
Dorothy found that not only was her "book-sea navigation record" unusable, but she couldn't even sense the Corpse Puppet outside the ceremonial chamber. Her information-transmitting Extraordinary abilities were blocked, blocked by the tomb made of Netherworld Stone. She couldn't transmit information outwards using the "book-sea navigation record", nor could she control the Corpse Puppet outside the tomb. The interior of the tomb seemed to be isolated into another world by the walls of Netherworld Stone.
'Extraordinary isolation... I didn't expect this material called Netherworld Stone to have this effect. No wonder even the Corpse Coffin people had such a hard time opening this ceremonial chamber of Rahman. It turns out this stuff is not only hard but also has such a strong Extraordinary isolation effect. I wonder what kind of process can process this stuff. If I could get a piece to sell, it would probably be worth a lot of pound.'
After realizing why her "book-sea navigation record" was ineffective, Dorothy thought to herself. At this time, she wasn't overly panicked. Instead, she put away the "book-sea navigation record", closed her eyes silently, and finally prayed quietly in her heart.
'Great Aka, please convey to Sister Vanya that I wish to communicate with her in real-time.'
Dorothy finished praying in her heart like this, then transmitted the content of the prayer to Vanya through the consultation channel. After a while, she heard Vanya's voice.
'Hello... is that Miss Dorothea? Is there something you need?'
'Oh, it's nothing, I prayed to the wrong person, sorry...'
'Ah, this... this sacred prayer communication... can it even connect to the wrong person?'
'Yes, yes, I've been staying up late recently and getting distracted, I called the wrong name. Alright, I'm not finished with my business here in Adis yet, so I'll hang up now. Take care over there in Kankdar.'
'Oh... I understand, thank you Miss Dorothea for your concern...'
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Dorothy nodded in satisfaction after ending her communication with Vanya. She was now certain that although the Nether Cold Stone could isolate Extraordinary effects, it could not isolate the system's information channel. Compared to the Extraordinary effects of "wen hai hang zhi", this should be a higher-level communication method.
After confirming that the information channel could still be used normally, Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief. Then she closed her eyes again and contacted another information channel link person.
'Great Aka, please relay to Madam Sazhuoya, asking if she knows the meaning of this magic circle...'
After finishing the prayer, Dorothy sent the pattern of the magic circle around the stone coffin that she had noted down, along with the content of the prayer. Then she quietly waited for the response from this former Corpse Coffin "Silent" Extraordinary. Soon after, her response appeared in Dorothy's mind.
'I am happy to share knowledge with fellow believers of truth. Regarding this magic circle pattern, I have some impression in my memory, but I can't remember it clearly now. I need to consult the Corpse Coffin secret transmission that I carry with me. This will take a little time, please wait...'
Sazhuoya responded to Dorothy in this way. After listening to Sazhuoya's words, Dorothy didn't ask her anything further but turned to research other issues.
Asking Sazhuoya if she knew the meaning of that magic circle was to confirm whether she could normally awaken Rahman. Secondly, Dorothy did not place all her hope of defeating Chabakunka on this. She needed to find more other countermeasures to fight against Chabakunka.
Whatever strategy is formulated, it needs to be based on knowing oneself and the enemy. Therefore, Dorothy now intends to thoroughly research the background of that New World Old Shaman. As for the issue of the New World Shaman, she naturally needs to ask a professional.
Concentrating her mind, Dorothy closed her eyes again and began to pray in her heart.
'Great Aka, please relay to Kapak, asking him to consult Utar Shaman on some questions on my behalf...'
...
New World, the Tupa Tribe's station in the wilderness near the east coast.
Within the bustling Tupa Tribe station, countless brown-skinned natives were moving back and forth on the paths between various tents. Every part of the large camp was filled with people, and numerous natives set up stalls on the edge of the camp for trading. The entire Tupa Tribe camp was several times livelier than usual. Judging from the clothing of the natives gathered here, most of them were from native tribes other than the Tupa Tribe.
As Dorothy repeatedly borrowed the psychokinetic power of Utar Shaman, the entire Tupa Tribe gradually enjoyed the benefits of trading with Dorothy. When various goods worth thousands of pounds from Tivian arrived at the Tupa Tribe one after another, the entire tribe rejoiced. A large amount of food, medicine, weapons, and industrial products from the industrial world were warmly welcomed by all members of the Tupa Tribe. These were truly items that could improve their living conditions.
Disinfectant, antibiotics, and bandages saved the lives of many tribesmen. A large amount of firearms and ammunition allowed the tribe to arm more warriors to defend their homeland. Although various canned foods only allowed the tribesmen to have a taste, the selected crop seeds could ensure that the tribe would have more grain in the coming year, and strange industrial products kept the tribesmen entertained.
The news that the Tupa Tribe had obtained a large amount of goods from white people spread among the surrounding tribes. Many other tribes brought their own tribal specialties to the Tupa Tribe seeking exchange. For a time, a large number of outsiders gathered at the Tupa Tribe's camp. Seeing so many people gathered here, these foreign merchants with their respective specialties simply set up stalls on the Tupa Tribe's territory, trading with each other. For a time, the Tupa Tribe became the trading center for the surrounding tribes, making the entire tribe much more prosperous, and the Tupa Tribe's influence began to spread from this.
At one end of the Tupa Tribe camp, in a crowded open space, a large pile of steel parts was placed here at this moment. These steel parts included various cans, gears, wheels, iron pipes... A group of Tupa tribesmen gathered around this pile of parts, chattering and guessing what they were used for.
Beside the pile of parts, the young Tupa tribesman Kapak was sitting on the grass with a frown, struggling with an instruction manual that had illustrations and was entirely in Prit words. He recognized the individual words and phrases in the assembly manual, but he couldn't quite understand what they meant when put together. After reading for a long time, he still didn't understand how the machine should be assembled.
"Hiss... just assembling a steam engine is this difficult. How wise the person who invented this machine must have been..."
Looking at the assembly manual in his hand, Kapak scratched his head and murmured. At this moment, another voice sounded in his mind, which made his expression freeze.
"Hey, Kapak, tell us quickly when you figure it out, we're waiting to help." At this moment, a tall man beside Kapak said, while Kapak stood up and scratched his head, responding sheepishly.
"Uh... sorry, I haven't figured it out yet. I guess I'll have to take it back and study it overnight. I can't assemble it today. Please pack up your things and go back."
Kapak said apologetically to the surrounding crowd, then immediately left the scene amidst sounds of disappointed curiosity, entered the camp, and walked towards the hill in the center of the camp.
Before long, Kapak walked to the Shaman's main tent on the hill. After pausing for a moment, he lifted the curtain and entered. After entering the tent, Kapak saw Old Shaman Uta smoking on the carpet. After Kapak entered the tent, Uta spoke without turning his head.
"You've come..."
"Ah, yes, Teacher Uta, I have some questions I'd like to ask you now..." Facing Uta, Kapak said respectfully. Then Uta turned his head and smiled slightly at Kapak.
"Your questions... Heh, I see, they are questions from that servant of Aka... the Scholar or the Thief Miss."
"Uh, Teacher Uta... How did you know..." Listening to Uta's words, Kapak said with a surprised expression. After Uta waved his pipe, a small bobcat spirits flew out from the corner of the main tent and circled in the air in the middle of the tent. Soul Xu looked puffed up, dancing and grabbing in the air, as if it had just experienced something that made it extremely angry.
"Soul Xu has already told me about the Thief Miss's encounter. I also didn't expect that on a strange continent even more distant than the Eastern Continent, we would actually encounter a big figure from the Wizard Spirit Teachings..."
"Wizard... Wizard Spirit Teachings?"
"It is an organization composed of a group of fallen Shamans who have abandoned the path of the great soul. They are the shame of all Shamans on this land. They trampled on ancient teachings, used Shaman power to blaspheme spirits, and for their own sake, succumbed and submitted to powerful Blasphemers of spirits, colluding with them and willingly falling into depravity..."
"Blasphemers of spirits..."
"This is what the Shamans call them. On the Eastern Continent, they should be called the Netherworld Coffin Society..."