Chapter 478 479-The Underground Temple

Chapter 478 479-The Underground Temple

Nula slowed her breathing to control her heartbeat as the corridor ahead widened, with vague signs of human workmanship appearing on the ground and walls, such as broken bricks and surfaces.

This place was once some kind of structure, perhaps even originally located on the surface.

As she proceeded, human traces became increasingly abundant and evident until, eventually, Nula found herself walking through what seemed like a largely intact, enclosed passageway.

It resembled the undercroft of a castle!

What was this place?

Nula scrutinized the walls, which bore inscriptions of obscure runes, not resembling human script nor elven writing but a font Nula had never encountered.

The mystery of this place deepened.

After a few more minutes of advancing, Nula reached the end of the corridor.

Unguarded.

Bright light emanated from the terminus, with faint sounds wafting through.

Nula focused her attention, quickening her pace and cautiously approaching the passageway's exit.

What she saw was a complete hall! Just like the grand temples found on the surface, unimaginably, there was a temple hundreds of meters underground!

Nula was silently astounded, edging out of the passageway along the wall.

The hall was vast, immensely so! Just at a glance, Nula could affirm that the area of this temple spanned no less than ten thousand square meters!

Two rows of pure white stone columns, thick enough to be embraced by two people, supported the vaulted ceiling of the hall.

Countless similarly sized, plain white stone tiles covered the floor.

Each tile was engraved with a fragment of mystical text, and when combined, the entire floor of the hall formed a massive document.

In the center of the temple stood a statue unlike any Nula had ever seen.

It appeared humanoid but was entirely black, featureless, with a form that seemed twisted and bizarre, as if devoid of bones.

Nula didn't know which deity it was supposed to represent, but upon laying eyes on the statue for the first time, she felt a profound sense of unease.

Do not approach!

Absolutely do not approach!

Stay away from it!

Stay away from anything similar to it or related to it!

Her intuition screamed at her.

Her gaze continued to wander.

Many cultists moved about within this great hall, which seemed to serve as a gathering place, yet not the entirety of the stronghold.

Nula noticed more passageways on the walls.

Cultists in black robes emerged from these, paying homage to the central statue from afar before dispersing to different areas of the hall to begin their tasks.

The entire hall bustled like a construction site, with hundreds of Eternal Flame cultists gathered, working in groups of five to ten around tables.

Not a single person spoke loudly; all moved and worked in silence.

The sharp ring of the alarm bell echoed throughout the hall.

Up to this point, everything had gone smoothly.

A sense of unrest spread among the cultists, who showed signs of distress at their respective workstations.

This was precisely the outcome Nula had hoped for.

Only in a chaotic environment could she find the opportunity to strike.

And then, into this scene walked a slender man wearing a jester's mask.

Behind the figure wearing the clown mask followed several tall men, all donning plain white masks.

The aura of strength was palpable.

The moment the clown-masked figure appeared, Nula instinctively held her breath and forced her heartbeat to slow.

She was engulfed in fear.

The situation had surpassed her expectations.

The one wearing the clown mask was likely a level 1 magus, from whom Nula sensed a profound threat!

Even if not a level 1 magus, the clown-masked individual undoubtedly possessed the capability to kill Nula.

Why would a magus with strength comparable to a fully equipped army of a thousand soldiers appear in such a minor place?

Was it because of what those mana sensitives were crafting?

"What's happening?"

Upon entering, the first action of the clown-masked figure was to expand his mana sensing, quelling the emotions of everyone present.

There were easily three hundred people in the hall, almost all mana sensitives, including dozens of preparatory-level magi and level 3 magi, yet the clown-masked figure subdued them effortlessly.

Nula's estimation of the clown-masked figure's strength rose even higher.

"Report to the great diocese, a strange mana sensing has erupted in the temple! An outsider might have infiltrated," a middle-aged man in a black robe, embroidered with three golden lines across the chest, stepped forward to report.

Great diocese.

Hidden and eavesdropping, Nula silently noted this title.

Both Nula and the organization she represented held a keen interest in the Eternal Flame, a cult of considerable size.

Of course, the former was driven by a pure sense of justice and revulsion, while the latter eyed the vast network of interests behind it.

No one can exist in isolation; there's always an exchange of interests.

This is the common language of all beings.

The fact that Eternal Flame has managed to survive and even expand in the southwestern territories for over a decade is inextricably linked to its underlying network of benefits.

"A strange mana sensing?" The voice of the man in the clown mask paused briefly before continuing.

"No need to worry, continue with the work. The temple is equipped with robust defenses. As long as that person dares to show themselves, they will definitely be captured. We don't have much time left. If we cannot complete the ceremony by noon today, that will be the true catastrophe!"

Noon?

A ceremony?