Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 657 - 570 Clues

In the boundless and desolate desert, several large flat-top pyramids surrounded by vast swathes of green vegetation stood majestically, a scene of vibrant life that seemed like a world apart compared to the outside.

Against the harsh environment of Mit, the scenery here was even more enchanting than a gold or silver mountain.

However.

The masters of this place had no mood to pay attention to these insignificant things at this time.

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!...

Huge black cliff eagles, each with a wingspan of over three meters, emerged from the depths of the desert. After circling the oasis once, they all plunged toward the largest pyramid here.

Even in the overly dim sunlight, this enormous pyramid with four sides, nine levels, and three hundred and sixty-five steps shimmered with a golden light, as if cast from gold.

Especially at the topmost layer of the pyramid, above the doorway of the six-meter-high rectangular temple, a giant pure gold eagle with eyes inlaid with turquoise spread its wings, poised to fly, noble, majestic, and awe-inspiring.

Caw caw caw...

Subsequently, these gigantic black cliff eagles, following some established rule, landed on the stone steps from the first to the ninth level of the pyramid. After a slight shake of their feathers, they transformed into native shamans wearing black feather crowns, long robes, and sacrificial drums suspended from their waists.

Only the four most noble Great Shamans were qualified to enter the temple at the top of the pyramid.

Without a doubt, this group of Atrean people belonged to the powerful shaman group under the leadership of "Death God" Wuhao!

Yet at this moment.

Whether they were ordinary shaman wizards or the Tier 3 Extraordinary Great Shamans, their faces had completely lost the former complacency and arrogance of being the masters here, leaving only dense fear.

It was almost as if the sky were about to collapse.

Indeed, although the real sky had not collapsed on them, their world had genuinely crumbled.

Because their strongest backing, the Main God whom they had worshipped for generations — "Death God" Wuhao — had suddenly fallen silent.

Regardless of the Tier 2 or Tier 3, not a single shaman could communicate with this god, hear his holy voice, or leverage his power to perform strong magic spells beyond their own levels.

This had never happened in history.

"The status of the Main God is unclear, and 'Mit' has been completely cut off from the outside world.

We must summon all the shamans stationed in the 'Forgotten Desert' to the Castillo Pyramid, to jointly perform a ritual to ascertain the Main God's current situation!"

"I second this. If those reptilian monsters in the Great Oasis learn about this, who knows what calamities it might trigger. Though they are also Netherworld managers, those who consider themselves orthodox have never looked at us seriously."

"Agreed, with the established Netherworld rules, the shamans leaving their posts temporarily should not be a problem."

"I agree too. Nothing is more important than the Main God's safety right now!"

After the four Great Shamans in the temple reached a decision, the orders were immediately disseminated.

Subsequently.

As more black cliff eagles continued to arrive in the sky, messengers were also transformed back into cliff eagles and dispatched to gather more companions in this area.

Yet the moment a figure rapidly flapping its wings in the air left the Castillo Pyramid's vision.

An aperture of Black Cavity suddenly opened right in front of him.

Bang!

Crack—

Even with the strong physical attributes of an Extraordinary, the abrupt collision directly fractured his right wing bone.

"Ah!"

The entirely black cliff eagle cried in pain as it reverted to human form, transforming into a young shaman wearing a black feathered crown.

Holding his broken right arm, just as he was about to stand up from the pitch-dark ground, two chilling double-handed heavy swords were already pressed against his neck.

His body stiffened, and the shaman looked up to see a tall Nimansite nonchalantly walking up to him.

With a snap of the fingers, his body lost control, and, opening his mouth, he gulped down a bottle of magic potion, his eyes gradually losing focus.

Instructing the two heavy armor guards to release the fellow, letting him sit dumbly on the ground.

From initially discovering the oasis to targeting this one, Aiven had not hoped these essentially divine office bearers would subjectively betray their beliefs; the fanatical "Eternal Flame" priests had once left a profound impression on him.

Moreover, instead of interrogating them in the desert, he dragged them directly into the crack of the Shadow Realm. With insufficient intelligence, it was wise to be prudent and cautious.

Staring into his dim, lackluster eyes, Aiven began to ask in a conversational tone:

"While the potion takes effect, let us start with the simplest questions.

Who are you? What are you planning to do? What is the situation in this so-called 'Mit'?"

"We are the shamans of the Main God. Due to the Main God's sudden silence, I was ordered to go to the stations scattered across the 'Forgotten Desert' to summon personnel for the..."

When the young shaman slowly started speaking with glazed eyes.

Aiven realized that the official language prevalent among the shamans under Wuhao was actually the declining Kuma Empire language.

It slipped his mind that during the era when the Kuma Empire ruled the New Continent, aside from the Main God Kukulkan, the Death God Wuhao was also one of the most important gods of this civilization.

The demise of the Kuma Empire was only three hundred years ago, after all, changing the habits of the gods is obviously not that easy. Not only the language, but the distinct pyramid style was also pioneered by the Kuma Empire.

Subsequently, the two engaged in a question-and-answer session.

Aside from the obvious questions, Aiven also roughly understood the nature of this space.

"Mit" indeed is not the main focus of the "Necromancy School" research [Netherworld], but it can be understood as a kind of transit point, running rules similar to what he had previously speculated.

After all, [Death] is one of the core underlying rules of the world, the true [Netherworld] is the foundation of continuous reproduction of all life and death, far beyond the control of a mere Aboriginal Totem God.

However, there was a fact even more surprising than his speculation.

According to the mystical knowledge grasped by this young Shaman, actually, that clean and transparent "Nether River" like air traverses the territory of every Death God (possessing power of death) in this world.

The right bank is managed by Death Gods as a transit point, actually the boundary between life and death, capable of accommodating both souls and living people, but the left bank is the true [Netherworld] uniquely in the whole world!

"Death God" Wuhao, although not even at the Demigod level, was still granted corresponding authority by the Izana Continent, becoming the highest administrator of this blessed space.

After asking several questions.

Through the monitoring of "Data Visualization," Aiven confirmed that this guy, at most the official Shaman level, was completely controlled by Magic Potion, he asked the most important and most concerned question:

"Do you know that a human just came to Mit?"

The young Shaman's face, now devoid of the slightest struggle, mechanically responded:

"Yes, we had already received orders before the [Nether Cave] opened. But then all the Shamans suddenly lost contact with the Main God, so now no one has the energy to care about those two corpses."

Aiven did not bother with the somewhat harsh words in his mouth, Wuhao issued orders to his Shamans even before sending that spear forward. But no one would doubt that under a strike from the gods, a person could still enter Mit alive.

"Then do you know why those who entered here at the same time, were not together?"

Even though he didn't understand why this Nimansite person would ask such strange questions, under Magic Potion's control, he answered Aiven honestly:

"Probably... were intercepted by those Dragon-men with higher [Netherworld] management authority. This often happens. Resources, sacrifices, personnel... etc., the proportion agreed upon by the Main God and them is roughly 3:7."

When talking about this, the young Shaman naturally showed a trace of indignation in his eyes.

Upon hearing his words, Aiven rubbed his ears, feeling like his hearing was having issues after being in an absolute silent environment for a long time.

Staring wide-eyed, he incredulously pursued:

"Say that again, what's in Mit, you mean Dragon-men who possess Giant Dragon Bloodline with scales and claws? Managers?"

"Yes, the ancestor of the Dragon-men guards the three springs at the source of the 'Nether River.'

Equally possessing parts of [Netherworld] management authority, they also occupy the largest oasis born from the 'Nether River' in the 'Forgotten Desert,' actually they are the true natives of the mini world 'Mit.'

...

At the same time.

Near the upstream of "Nether River" in Mit, a vast green kingdom with an area of five thousand square kilometers rose abruptly amidst the white desolate desert.

Shaded by green trees and abundant with fruits, even a string of pearl-like light blue lakes exist in the oasis.

In one corner of the oasis.

A group of humanoid creatures, averaging over two meters in height and covered with dense scales, gathered in a circle, watching as a deeply injured companion, trampled by a runaway Dragon Beast, stood up unscathed in the shine of a white light.

"Argh!"

"Great, Dorok is alright."

"..."

However, after the crowd dispersed, a tall woman with blue-green scales on her cheeks and wearing leather armor walked to Angie, who was again restrained, and said somewhat "regretfully" using Spiritual Text:

"Although you saved our companion, you have already been inscribed on this sacrificial stone tablet, even as the vice leader of the Great Oasis, there's nothing I can do."

But. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

While saying that, she displayed her true face, stretching out a long purple tongue, gently licking the girl's alabaster-like cheek, showing a captivated expression of a fanatic:

"Your aura is as clean as the Nether River water that can purify everything. My God, the god will surely love you very much. After offering you, the god will surely grant us more boons, far more valuable than making you a healer!

So delicious, I just want to eat you up despite everything!"

Angie's face showed a hint of disgust.

Being kidnapped by the gangsters of the "Blood Hand Gang" was probably the biggest crisis she had encountered; though she later embarked on the path of a Wizard, most of the time was spent in learning, researching, even adventures were under the supervision of a mentor.

Even when facing the strike of a High God initially, Angie, hiding under Aiven's wings, did not feel fear. But now she felt a strong sense of crisis, if she couldn't escape, the consequences would surely be a thousand times more terrifying than death!

Under Aiven's guidance, Angie certainly didn't possess a senseless Holy Mother's heart, but in facing irresistible force, voluntarily helping the other party treat patients to show her own value had already announced its failure.

"Don't worry, your value is immense. During this period, I will personally guard you, absolutely won't give you a chance to escape. Hehe..."

Defiantly giving her an eye.

Though her "Magic Pocket" was taken away, Angie, who would never wait to die, was already thinking fast, starting to contemplate where her next chance for survival lies.