Chapter 915: Chapter 503 Bring it on!_2

Chapter 915: Chapter 503 Bring it on!_2

Ange gave Tiguli another surprised look, sensing that the symbol belonging to her had acquired some strange additions.

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Negris fell silent at Tiguli’s statement. The Bronze Book closed and flew back into Ange’s hands.

Tiguli, oblivious to the change in Negris’s emotions, continued to encourage herself, “My knowledge is still not rich enough, I must work harder.”

Ange projected his thoughts onto Negris, sending a puzzled message.

Negris responded despondently, “My belief in knowledge is not as devout as hers. I am a failed God of Knowledge.”

Ange tilted his head in confusion. He couldn’t grasp such profound concepts, but he felt Negris’s state was similar to Rogge’s. He then turned around and handed the Bronze Book to Anthony.

Anthony inquired with confusion before he understood the situation and couldn’t help but laugh, “Lord Nage, what is knowledge?”

“Knowledge is the summary of the laws of the world and the crystallization of the experiences of our predecessors,” Negris replied casually.

“No, no, no, it’s imparting these things to others that makes it knowledge. If no one spreads it, it’s just the laws of the world and the experiences of predecessors—it can’t become knowledge. Through transmission, it becomes knowledge. Your enthusiastic dissemination makes you a deity of knowledge, not just because you believe in it.”

“Ah? Is that so?” Negris perked up, feeling as if it made a lot of sense.

“Exactly, that’s right. You are the God of Knowledge, you should be mastering it, not just believing in it,” Anthony declared confidently.

Negris, now invigorated and no longer despondent or depressed, said, “So that’s it. My incessant chatter spreading knowledge was the true essence of knowledge. I understand now.”

After handing the Bronze Book back to Ange, Anthony quietly wiped the sweat off his brow, relieved to have bluffed his way through. If the bluff had not worked, he would have no way to erase the memory of a God of Knowledge.

Meanwhile, Dur and the others had finally cleared the blockage in the corridor. To solve the relic’s puzzle, they had nearly brought the entire library over, solving problems and conducting experiments on the spot, forcefully cracking the celestial deflection algorithms, magic circuit functions, and complex layered equations.

Although they had solved these problems before, solving a new one was still physically exhausting. As for the final challenge—the name of the God of Knowledge—they had to sift through all the ancient books, which took up heaps of space and over ten minutes just to organize.

Now that the way was finally clear, everyone followed the freed corridor and walked through the slowly opening grand door. Shortly after entering, Ange suddenly stopped walking.

The Little Angel, Little Zombie, and Anthony immediately became alert. Aside from planting something, Ange usually did not act on his own, but when he did take initiative, everyone had to be cautious—he must have discovered something.

In the distance, waves of piercing wails approached like a tsunami, one after another, seemingly unending.

Negris exclaimed, “Wraiths, so many of them.”

Upon hearing this, Dur and the others paled, “This is bad, the Wraith Spirit Tide is coming. Quick, get the Lamp of Holy Light out.”

Tiguli quickly took out the Magic Lamp she had earlier.

Anthony had been curious about this lamp because it could emit Holy Light, “Why can it emit Holy Light? You clearly aren’t followers of the Light.”

“With a Holy Crystal, where is the Holy Crystal? Do we have any more?” Dur took the Magic Lamp, opened the bottom, and urgently asked.

Tiguli replied anxiously, “There are no more Holy Crystals. They’re too expensive. We only managed to buy two, and both are spent. One Holy Crystal lasts only thirteen seconds, and we just used the last one.”

“We’re doomed. The Wraith Spirit Tide will erode our minds, turning us mad,” Dur said, but just as he finished speaking, waves of black mist surged at the end of the corridor, as if countless small creatures were scrambling and screaming as they rushed forward.

“Run, quick! I’ll hold them off. If we can’t escape, tear the teleport scroll,” Dur shouted repeatedly, but after shouting, he realized Ange and the others were just staring at him, puzzled.

Only Grey had a look of relief on her face, “You didn’t abandon your students and run. That makes you a qualified teacher.”

Dur looked around at everyone’s calm demeanor, “Shouldn’t we… shouldn’t we run? It’s a Wraith Spirit Tide, so many of them.”

Grey gave a slight smile as her robe billowed out, “Let me show you what true Arcanist…”

Before Grey could finish her sentence, she noticed the distorted face of a wraith, about to swarm over, suddenly showed an expression of extreme horror before it desperately halted its momentum.

As if it had seen something terrifying, the wraith frantically stopped and turned around, screaming in terror as it surged back in the direction it had come from, the incoming black tide receding even faster.

Shocked, Tiguli and a few others looked at Grey admiringly, “Director (Teacher), you’re amazing, what did you do?”

Grey looked bewildered, “I… I didn’t do anything.”

She instinctively turned her head towards Ange and the others; if she hadn’t done anything, then it must have been something they did, yet she hadn’t noticed anything.

This made it even more terrifying. She herself was an Arcanist and hadn’t noticed anything? What exactly had they done?

Ange and the others continued forward as usual, only Anthony smiled enigmatically, seemingly confirming Grey’s guess.

The Undead God was here; these wraiths would truly be insane to charge at them… uh, that sounded odd since wraiths are inherently insane.

With the wraiths gone, the passage was clear, and soon they were out of the passage. The passage was sloping downwards, and upon leaving, they beheld a scene akin to a miracle.

This was a vast underground space with a chasm lying ahead. Thick chains stretched from the dark opposite side and the ceiling over the chasm were suspending a colossal Stone Dragon, and an invisible wave slowly spreading out from the Stone Dragon’s body.

Negris flew up in excitement, “I… I… this…”

Ange said, “Enlightenment Aura.”

“Yes, yes, Enlightenment Aura, heavens, Your Majesty hung my Enlightenment Aura here, stuffed it into the stone dragon, hung it here,” Negris said excitedly, somewhat overwhelmed.

Anthony asked puzzledly, “Why a Stone Dragon?”

“Ordinary creatures cannot bear my power; a dragon can. The answer to the question in the passage was my name; then, this Stone Dragon is very likely the body His Majesty left for me. Once I control this body, it’s as if I’ve regained the aura,” Negris analyzed, stabilizing his emotions.

“Makes sense, not just your name, all those questions in the challenges, they might have to sit down and calculate for ages, but for you, they might just be a simple glance. His Majesty doesn’t like complicated things; it must be set up for you. This place is still the Knowledge Temple, obviously a legacy left for you by His Majesty. He believed that one day, with your wisdom, you would definitely find this place,” Anthony said.

Negris blushed slightly, was it him who found it? Not really, His Majesty thought too highly of him; he just mixed with Ange and ended up here.

First things first, they needed to lower his body. The group searched for a long time but couldn’t find anything to unlock the chains. Should they cut them? The chains thicker than a person’s body, would take days to saw through.

It was a bit troublesome, Ange pulled out the Petrification Crossbow and gestured towards the Stone Dragon.

Negris understood, “You want to use the Petrification Crossbow to remove its petrification? Then let me control it to spew Dragon Breath, soften the chains, and then break free?”

Ange nodded.

“Maybe not, what if I can’t control it for a moment and it, being petrified hanging up there, ends up with poor blood circulation, limb ischemia and necrosis, or just rots away? To be safe, let’s first get Durken here to study how to get it down,” Negris said.

Ange nodded and was about to put away the Petrification Crossbow.

“Hmph! The Petrification Crossbow? Hand it over!” A muffled thud came from the corner where the wraiths were piled up, and a gigantic shadow spread its wings and rapidly swooped towards Ange.

Negris exclaimed in shock, “Dragon Sorcerer!”