One Sneeze Destroys A Magical Civilization

Chapter 102 The Box of Cyric Church (3rd)

After cleaning up the thick layer of black ash on the surface, the palm-sized holy emblem made of brass finally revealed its true colors.

Its front is a jawless skull against a background of black light, and the reverse reads in Common Tongue: Surrender before the supreme power of the Dark Sun, mortals.

"Hey! How unlucky!"

After seeing the true face of the holy emblem, Zuo Si immediately threw it away without hesitation.

Obviously, this holy emblem represents the turbulent year (1358DR) not long ago. Because of retrieving the slate of fate, she was given all the priesthoods of the three gods of death by the god Io, and she jumped from a mortal to a powerful throne of power. gram.

At the same time, he is also known as "the king of lies", "the ruler of all disputes, conspiracies and death", and "the root of chaos".

In another seven or eight years, he should have created the famous artifact—the "Cyric Sutra", and then he would fall into madness after accidentally looking at it.

Zuo Si is full of contempt for this capricious God, who is like a psychopath in both teaching and behavior.

He even felt that God God Ai Ou must have been blind to promote such a thing to the position of powerful divine power.

Accidentally touching his holy symbol is almost as disgusting as stepping on dog shit while walking.

Similarly, Zuo Si no longer has the slightest sympathy and pity for those guys who were killed by Alena.

Because people who can mix with Priest Cyric are definitely not good birds.

One counts as one and the other is absolutely worthy of death.

Just when Zuo Si was about to bring everyone back to the city, Alena suddenly raised a small metal box that was unharmed, and shouted: "Look! What did I find?"

"What is it?"

Zuo Si asked subconsciously.

"A sealed container protected by powerful magic power! I can guarantee that there is definitely something of great value inside."

Saying that, Alena threw the entire box over without hesitation.

Zuo Si hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but was almost knocked off his feet by the weight of the thing.

After he stabilized his figure, he realized that the metal box was actually made of the heaviest, hardest, and most expensive metal in Faerun—fine gold.

In addition, on the side, bottom and lid of this square box with a length, width and height of ten centimeters, there are densely carved divine runes symbolizing the power of the gods.

Just holding it in your hand can feel some kind of energy wrapping the entire box, without even the slightest gap.

"Where did this thing come from?" Zuo Si's expression suddenly became serious.

Although he didn't come into contact with many magical items, he also realized that this thing was definitely not ordinary.

Alena pointed to the three unlucky people who were killed by the [Fireball Technique] at the beginning and said: "I found it from this guy who is suspected to be dressed as a mage.

He seems to carry a dimensional bag with him.

But when he fell, it seemed that he accidentally turned the whole dimensional bag over, and all the things inside were scattered on the ground.

In addition, I also found a fireproof and waterproof spell book, the same fireproof and waterproof scroll case, there are about ten arcane magic scrolls in it, and a walking stick that can cast [Mage Armor] and [Arrow Protection] once a day .

Finally, there is a +2 defensive amulet and a [Stoneskin Ring].

It's a pity that it didn't come in handy, and was burned to death by the fireball technique I released. "

Glancing at these magic items, Zuo Si immediately frowned and asked, "Aren't there any notes left?"

"Sorry, it seems not. Because that dimensional bag has been completely destroyed by some sharp object, even if there are other things stored in it, it must have disappeared by now." Alena spread her hands innocently.

As we all know, although the dimensional bag is quite convenient to use, it is actually equivalent to an entrance to a different dimensional space.

Whether it is overweight or scratched by a sharp object, it will immediately destroy the magic stability of the entrance, and eventually lead to disastrous consequences.

As for what's inside...

You don't need to ask to know that everything is definitely gone, and don't expect to find even one piece.

Of course, for those powerful spellcasters who can cast the nine-ring magic—the wishing technique, or can capture and imprison the nobles of the giant spirits.

Perhaps one or two of the most precious things can be retrieved through the almost omnipotent "wish".

"I think we might be in trouble! Gather up the bodies and destroy them at once."

Zuo Si immediately made a rational judgment.

Whether it's Cyric's priest or the adamantine box in his hand, they all prove that this adventure team is not simple.

Maybe you're on some very important transport and escort missions.

However, considering that he will soon leave Calimport with the caravan, there should be no need to worry too much, just cover it up a bit.

Following Zuo Si's order, the energetic little werewolf immediately moved.

They not only charred the body completely with flames, but also crushed the charred body into an unrecognizable pile of ashes and buried it in the woods several kilometers away.

As for the traces left by the battle, they were completely covered up by digging the soil.

After doing all this, Zuo Si breathed a sigh of relief, activated a magic scroll, and added a second-level spell [covering item] to the adamantine box to ensure that it would not be detected or located by any language magic .

Then I threw it directly into the dimensional bag I carried with me, planning to study it slowly when I have time.

...

At the same time, in the villa area where wealthy businessmen gather in Port Calim.

In a gorgeous two-story white house, a man was walking back and forth anxiously in the room.

His spirit was so tense and urgent that every few seconds he would look up at the exquisite clock bought at a high price from the God of Creation and Invention, the Church of Gond.

Another woman in leather armor next to her seemed to be unable to stand it any longer, and immediately comforted her with words: "Relax, Malik. My subordinates are all elite, and there will be no accidents in the delivery of goods. At most In ten minutes, they'll deliver that thing to you."

"But you said the same thing ten minutes ago! But they haven't appeared yet! It took me more than a year to get the contents of the box, and I'm going to sacrifice it to the great king of lies on [Holy Day] If anything goes wrong, not only will I be punished, but you and your subordinates will all die as well."

The man known as Malik growled emotionally.

It can be seen from the holy emblem worn on his body that he has a very high status in Cyric Church, even surpassing many high-ranking priests.

Usually, such a special status often means one thing, that is, God's appointed elect.

In Faerun, the most famous electors of gods are Elminster, the elector of the goddess of magic, and the Seven Sisters of the Northland.

But in fact, almost all gods have more than one electorate of their own.

It's just that they are not as generous as the goddess of magic. They will give the voters the [Silver Fire] that symbolizes divine power, but only give some extra knowledge, divine spells, or spell-like abilities.

Especially Cyric, a psychopath, is very arbitrary when choosing voters.

As long as you show outstanding deception and lying talents, you may be favored and blessed by him.

"Calm down! Dear friend! When will I let you down..."

Before the woman could finish speaking, a thief sprang out from the darkness and whispered something in his ear.

Afterwards, the smile on her face froze, and she suddenly grabbed the collar of her subordinate, slammed it against the wall behind her, and roared furiously: "Check it out for me! Check it out at all costs! Those few Whether the bastard was killed or escaped with the goods. Remember! You only have twenty-four hours!"

"What? I lost my goods!" Malik's voice rose an octave abruptly.

"No! It's not lost! It's just a small problem! Don't worry, I'll take care of it soon." The woman corrected with a sullen face.

(end of this chapter)