Black Sail
Chapter 308: CCCVIII. Temple

Chapter 308: CCCVIII. Temple

"Claw is Sword, Scales are steel armor.

Wings spread wide, chaotically engulf the realm.

From the moment of awakening, heaven and earth shatter.

The language of the Dragon imbues certain truths, Breath carried mighty power, the might of ancient Dragon Slayers during the Ancient Era was called Dragon Roar.

In human language, they mimicked the pronunciation of its true name.

Named Garscek.

Since the convergence of the Heavenly Sphere nine hundred years ago, it descended upon this continent.

Settling in this ownerless land full of gold.

Nearly a thousand years have passed.

Iron Soul Island.

Central Temple.

The sky was gloomy, a heavy curtain of leaden haze as though pressing down on the entire earth, first with a scattering of light rain, later turning into a torrential downpour.

The ancient stone-built palace, surrounded by bluestone steps on all sides, approximately a thousand steps, and the magnificent structures on the central high platform had lost their former appearance due to weathering and the overgrowth of vines.

The civilization here had long since vanished, and the marvelous palace, with its intricate internal structures, had been completely destroyed; stone pillars, partitions, all had collapsed under some mighty power.

Transforming this ancient stone-built palace into a vast cave, devoid of any illumination, submerged in darkness.

Doringger and his group had already arrived here, climbing the exaggerated length of the stairs, entering the interior of the palace.

Illuminated by torches.

The faces of the group were filled with uncontrollable ecstasy paired with endless greed, twisting into an arc of bliss.

Two hundred meters into the palace, where even with a hand stretched out, nothing could be seen, but under the torchlight, and from the sensation beneath their boots.

Jewelry, golden items, gemstones, objects glistening brilliantly, were everywhere.

Some individuals were nearly mad.

Scooping up handful after handful, even using their jackets to wrap items, cursing their possession of only two hands, wishing to empty the place of all its treasures.

If these were sold, fifty thousand Golden Dragons? No... perhaps even a hundred thousand, or even more, for the deeper one went, the more treasures piled up.

Even Doringger’s experienced followers had never seen such a scene,

Just as the Historian had said, the Central Temple concealed a treasure that could rival countries.

Even Horace, the former General Beima encased in Heavy Armor, couldn’t stay calm, bending down to dig through the golden artifacts.

Only Doringger remained unaffected.

The torchlight illuminated only half of his face, his expression as lifeless as a corpse, eerily dreadful, void of any joy—his thoughts unknown.

Perhaps there are other gold mines on the island.

But unexpectantly, was all the profit without need for excavation already placed here?

Surrounded by lightless darkness, far from the palace’s exit, even around a corner.

"Lord Dor, with this money, we needn’t grovel to Yisu Country or be an East Sea Governor. Why not found our own country like Lostra, with a constitutional monarchy?"

Even the scholarly followers of Doringger, skilled in both arts and letters, had their minds clouded by such wealth.

The ecstatic crowd dug through the countless golden items on the ground, making noisy clatter, and unable to contain their excited cheers and howls.

Abruptly.

Horace sensed something amiss but did not draw his sword in hostility; he merely held the torch with one hand, sweeping it around, the flame flickering inextinguishably, yet the dark remained impenetrable, a chill breeze seeming to blow his way.

Doringger’s expression grew even more somber."

Finally, accompanied by the sound of fragmented objects cascading down like a waterfall, two incredibly captivating blood-red beams of light appeared at the dark end.

Immediately, most of the palace behind Doringger was cast into a vivid Purgatory, still unable to see what creature lay in the darkness ahead.

Only two blood-red beams of light separated by several meters.

Too terrifying and bizarre especially in this sunless temple cave.

Whish, whish, whish...

All the golden items in the hands of the group fell to the ground, clattering about, entirely subdued by the light, legs going weak, seemingly beyond human resistance.

Some believers had already begun to pray to the Holy Spirit.

Horace also took two steps back in shock, but dared not move rashly or step forward to investigate.

Their group had not discovered any signs of Dragon activity and had arrived here before all other Gold Seekers.

"I, Doringger, the uncrowned king of the East Sea, may I ask who you are?"

Doringger’s mental fortitude reached an extremely terrifying level.

As a co-ruler of the East Sea, his home display shelves also held several Dragon Eggs for viewing, and it tore apart a giant monster causing trouble in the East Sea, unphased by the heavens collapsing.

The voice seemed to come from the void, ancient and distant as if it were a sound from beyond the sky.

It had been too long since it had seen a speaking person.

Garscek did not spend all his time here and would go out, but he had grown weary seven hundred years ago.

"Is Engma still the ruler of the Western Continent?"

The creature in the dark end asked an incredibly bizarre question.

The voice was too desolate and cold, raising a chill wind that seemed to lower the temperature in the palace by several degrees, their clothes covered with a layer of white frost, their breath visible as steam, the torches flickering unstably.

The historian was so shocked that he couldn’t regain his senses.

Due to shock and fear, they were all rendered speechless.

"Is Engma still the ruler of the Western Continent?"

The voice asked again.

Like rumbling thunder, resonating throughout the palace, everyone felt their chests bursting and their hearts nearly stopping, those with fragile constitutions had already knelt and sprawled on the ground, gasping for air.

"Engma... You mean the Empress, it is unfortunate, but she has been dead for seven hundred years now, and the current Emperor’s name is..."

Doringger pondered for a moment but with his audacious nature, he also dared not speak it out loud.

Fearing that he might be harmed by that being’s fateful powers.

"The Western Continent is now ruled by a country called Aran."

Doringger replied steadily, realizing that taking the gold in the palace might be a challenge.

"Oh... It has been seven hundred years now. What year is it in the Holy Spirit Calendar?"

Garscek appeared quite temperate, only killing those who tried to leave the island, having people serve as Dragon Servants and priests which was a rather desirable choice.

As they grew more accustomed to the dark, Horace’s vision became clearer and he could see other things hidden in the palace. Beyond the pile of treasures, there were countless human skeletons, uncountable.

This being was capable of communication, keeping Doringger from harboring any murderous intentions. When something could be resolved peacefully, he would much prefer to avoid bloodshed.

"It’s January 20th, Holy Spirit Calendar year 2690... Seven hundred years... Are you from the Blood Clan, or an Elf, or what? I mean no disrespect; I’m just curious."

Doringger asked plainly.

And Garscek was long past the age of boasting a long string of titles.

"Indeed rare, indeed rare..."

The desolate voice repeated twice, appreciating this man’s courage, a man’s bravery, which was rare to encounter in nearly a thousand years.

"If you want to know, why not step forward? I permit you to do so, it is... the will of Garscek."

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