Chapter 593 Blasphemers Are Respectable People (Five Thousand)

After learning from Philomena that Archibald actually relied on the magic engraved on the magic props to reversely calculate the ability of the space system, Ron couldn't help but be amazed and sighed at Archibald's evilness.

This guy, his control of magic has reached a very abnormal level.

At least, Ron can never do this at present.

As Philomena said, this long-distance transmission device does have certain defects. For example, it takes a few minutes to prepare before transmission. This alone means that this transmission ability can only be used when it is absolutely safe.

At the same time, it can only be transmitted point to point.

In short, only by setting up a transmission device in a certain place in advance can the teleporter ignore the obstacles of space and appear in the place where the transmission device is located in an instant. It is impossible to transmit at will like the real space magic.

And there were originally quite a few of these magic transmission devices.

At least, Archibald's women and descendants almost all have one set, but most of them were destroyed in the war in Moron Valley.

Philomena also has only two teleportation devices, one set by Philomena in the ancestral home, and the other set in the camp of the fox girl clan. The camp of the fox girl clan can be said to be the place where Philomena has stayed the longest in her life, except for the ancestral home and Moron Valley.

In this case, it is most convenient to follow Philomena back to the ancestral home first.

After all, to go to the elves, Carol and Mirabelle may still need to lead the way. Although Ron knows the map in the game, it is obvious that the real elf forest must be very different from the game. Ron does not want to waste time on such things.

Mirabelle and Carol are now practicing, and the power inherited by the gods has not yet awakened.

After the decision was made, Ron quickly made arrangements. Niafu and Ifrit continued to stay in the Spang Theocracy to protect Bai Lan Bai Yuan Mirabelle and others, while Ron went to Archibald's ancestral home with Philomena.

After the explanation, Ron returned to Philomena. Philomena had a small crystal ball in her hand, the size of a child's fist, and the whole body was blue-gray.

As Philomena injected the energy in her body into the crystal ball, the crystal ball suddenly burst into dazzling light, and a regular hexagonal magic circle appeared out of thin air at the feet of Ron and Philomena.

Low spells began to come out of Philomena's mouth.

About four or five minutes later, under the gaze of Ifrit and Niafu, as the magic circle suddenly flashed, Ron and Philomena's figures disappeared from the spot in an instant.

After Ron left, Lydia quickly began to give orders to repair the damaged palace.

Although Lydia did not watch the previous battle from the beginning, just by looking at the traces and breath left at the scene, Lydia could probably imagine the overwhelming power.

Although Lydia's strength is steadily improving, this level of war is not something Lydia can participate in. She can't help feeling a little annoyed and disappointed, and she also wants to quickly improve her strength.

However, there is still the entire Sibang Theocracy that needs her to manage. The affairs of the Sibang Theocracy involve most of Lydia's energy.

At least for now, this is the case. Lydia is busy dealing with various government affairs all day long. She even has very little time to rest every day, not to mention practicing. Lydia can't remember how long she hasn't meditated properly.

She felt a little disappointed, but Lydia quickly shook her head and suppressed the feeling of loss in her heart.

Managing the Sibang Theocracy is an important task that the master has entrusted to her. No matter what, she must do her best. She must not be a burden to the master.

This kind of busyness is probably only temporary.

When many policies of the Sibang Theocracy begin to run and the country begins to stabilize, perhaps she will not be so busy.

On the other side, Barumonger and the other four looked at each other in bewilderment.

They also failed to witness the entire battlefield, and even failed to hear the conversation between Ron and Philomena completely, but from just a few words, they could tell that the one who attacked the palace this time was probably the so-called guardian of fate.

That strength was truly terrifying.

When they thought that if they also achieved the realm of destruction, they might also be attacked by a guardian of fate of this level, their hearts were involuntarily covered with a shadow and an extra layer of fear.

In any case, they were fighting against masters of the level of Ron and Philomena, and they were not at all inferior.

Even Niafu, the six-winged fallen angel, had appeared in person, but failed to keep the other party. This alone was enough to show how terrifying the strength of the guardian of fate was.

If they really encountered a monster of this level, with the little strength they had, they would probably have no chance of surviving, not even a chance to keep a complete corpse.

But, while they were afraid, they couldn't help but feel excited, envious, and admired.

This is a true master.

This is the war that a truly strong person should experience.

When you think about it, what they had experienced before was just a child's play.

If he could really achieve this kind of strength and fight the guardian of fate, even if he died, it would not be in vain to come to this world.

Different thoughts were turning in everyone's mind, but these had nothing to do with Ron and Philomena. The feeling of long-distance space transmission was a bit similar to the feeling of Ron entering the Soul Ferry, but it was more bumpy.

That feeling was no longer something that could be described by a roller coaster. Ron even felt that he might be bungee jumping.

After about half a minute of ups and downs, Ron suddenly felt that his feet had touched the ground. He opened his eyes and found that he had appeared in a room without knowing it.

On the left side of the body was Philomena.

It had been more than 900 years since Philomena returned to the place where she grew up. Her beautiful eyes looked a little complicated. She looked at everything in front of her quietly, motionless.

Here, Philomena had too many memories, happy, unhappy, sad, and sad... The past scenes, like slides, quickly played in Philomena's mind, and finally turned into a slight sigh.

No matter what happened here, it's over.

Even if I come back here, I can't go back to the past.

Seeing that Philomena was sad, but mostly fine, Ron felt relieved and looked around carefully.

This room is very spacious.

It's better to say it's a castle than a room.

In this castle alone, at least hundreds of people, or even thousands of people, can live together.

But, strangely, this castle seems to be built in the belly of the mountain. Looking around, there are no glass windows or anything like that. They are all solid stone walls, and square rooms are cut out on the stone walls.

At a glance, every stone wall in all directions is filled with neatly cut rooms, too numerous to count.

Every room has a wooden door.

Some of the wooden doors are open. Although many years have passed, you can still see the beds, wardrobes, desks and other things in the room.

It is confirmed that Archibald really hollowed out the belly of a whole mountain and used it as his lair. This method can be called a miracle. Because it is in the belly of the mountain, you can't see the sun outside, but it doesn't seem dark here.

The surrounding stone walls, even the stones above the head, are all inlaid with milky white top-grade magic stones.

At a glance, even Ron's throat couldn't help but move slightly.

A big deal, definitely a big deal.

There are at least several thousand of these top-grade magic stones. I really don't know where Archibald got them from. Could it be that he robbed a king?

This is a bit wrong. As a time traveler, how can you do something as disgraceful as robbery?

Ron muttered in his heart, completely forgetting that he had done something even more excessive.

The energy contained in the top-grade magic stones is extremely abundant. Even after so many years, the energy in these magic stones has not completely dissipated. On the contrary, because of the thousands of magic stones inlaid, the concentration of magic elements in this space is at least ten times that of the outside world.

No, it's not just magic stones.

Ron blinked his eyes. He keenly noticed that there were some shiny things on the ceiling. Although they were emitting soft light like those magic stones, the size of these crystals was obviously much larger.

Ordinary magic stones are only the size of a fist, but these crystals are at least the size of a human head.

That's not all. The aura released from these crystals is also completely different from that of ordinary magic stones.

Ron's lips trembled slightly, and he quickly recognized the origin of these crystals. These were all dragon crystals. After a rough count, there were about two or three hundred dragon crystals inlaid on the ceiling alone.

Could it be that Archibald went to the Dragon Valley to kill people?

However, according to the history that Ron knew, Archibald did not seem to have a violent conflict with the dragons.

Moreover, Archibald was able to hide a chaos slab in a dragon column. If it was not agreed by the Dragon King of the Dragon Clan, it would be difficult to do it.

Could it be that Archibald did not go to the Dragon Valley to start a massacre, but just went to dig the dragon cemetery? I think, with the strength Archibald showed, after arriving at the Dragon Valley, he said that he just wanted to dig graves in the Dragon Valley, and the Dragon King should not be so ignorant to refuse.

In order to create an environment suitable for cultivation for his children, Archibald really tried his best.

In short, with so many top-grade magic stones and a large amount of dragon crystals, this place doesn't have to worry about the light source at all, and it is even brighter than the outside world.

Click, click...

Accompanied by a slightly dull sound of footsteps, Philomena walked forward.

Ron also hurriedly followed from behind.

Every time the soles of the feet landed, a layer of dust would be raised on the ground. Whether it was the floor or something else, the thick ashes showed the fact that no one had entered here for hundreds of years.

Philomena was a little disappointed.

In fact, before returning here, Philomena still had some expectations in her heart.

She expected that in the war in Moron Valley, there would be other brothers and sisters, and other aunts who could survive the war, and perhaps they could have a touching reunion with each other in this ancestral house.

But obviously, this expectation was going to be dashed.

Compared with the densely packed rooms on the surrounding stone walls, the area in the middle of the mountain seemed quite spacious, like an extremely huge square.

After walking out a few steps, Philomena finally stopped and looked forward. There was a circular area of ​​40 to 50 meters in radius, in which there were many strange things that other life forms on the Dusk Continent had never seen.

There was a wooden horse carved from wood that could swing left and right.

There was a large bed full of amazing elasticity.

There was a sphere made of a thin layer of resin with a hollow interior.

There was a slide... a small swing... a big windmill... there were many, many things.

The smile on Philomena's face became more intense. She didn't know how many laughs and laughter she had left here when she was a child. During that period of time, she lived a carefree life and missed it.

This is the playground that their father built for them. Unfortunately, it has long been abandoned and all the fun things are covered with a thick layer of dust.

Ron did not urge Philomena. Although time is very tight now, in Ron's opinion, it is normal for Philomena to have such a reaction. After all, childhood is always something that people miss.

Shaking her head, Philomena continued to move forward.

Not long after, another strange thing appeared in front of her.

It was a row of neatly arranged stone tables and stone chairs.

Those tables and chairs were all cut very flat, like mirrors, but the edges and corners were polished very smoothly. Even if there were children playing in such places occasionally, there was no need to worry about getting hurt.

On the surface of some stone tables, you can even see yellowed books and charcoal pencils covered with dust.

Pointing here, Philomena's voice finally broke the silence of the scene: "This is where we went to school when we were young."

"Father is the principal, and the teachers are those learned aunts."

"In my father's words, living on the Dusk Continent, strength is life, and culture is respectability."

"If you only focus on practicing and don't care about learning, even if you have a strong strength, you are just a powerful beast in the eyes of others, and you don't know when you will be killed by others."

"According to my father's requirements, even the brothers who don't like to study must accept nine years of study. In my father's words, this is called nine years of compulsory education."

Ron smiled knowingly, feeling that this is something that Archibald, a time traveler, can do.

It's a pity that Archibald's children, including Philomena, probably can't understand what this stalk means.

Continuing to walk forward, along the way, Philomena gradually became lively. She seemed to have come out of the gloomy mood of nostalgia before, and chattered to Ron about everything here.

Ron played the role of the audience very well. He had been listening quietly, not lacking a word.

He knew that what Philomena needed now was not a suitable chat partner, but a gentle listener.

I don’t know how long I walked, but Philomena’s footsteps finally stopped.

It turned out that they had walked from one side of the mountain to the other side without knowing it. What appeared in front of the two was a room that was also dug out, but obviously larger.

The door of the room was ajar, and through the gap, you could vaguely see that there were huge wooden frames inside.

"Here is the study."

Pointing to the room, Philomena introduced: "Father said he was a cultured man. If he is a cultured man, he must have his own study. There must be some rare books and treasures in the study, otherwise it will damage his dignity. If someone comes to visit, it will be embarrassing."

Ron raised his eyebrows and spoke for the first time here: "So, in this study, are there all kinds of ancient books collected by your father on the Dusk Continent?"

"No..." Philomena shook her head: "Not collected... stolen."

Uh!

Stolen?

Is this something a cultured person can do?

Philomena's pretty face was slightly red. She seemed to feel a little embarrassed when she said this. Her eyes wandered: "Ahem, my father said that it was too slow for him to collect books one by one, so he simply went to the libraries of the seven major churches and several kingdoms and robbed... ahem, borrowed a lot of precious ancient books from those places."

Can the things of scholars be called robbing?

However, when these words were spoken, even Philomena felt very obvious and lacked confidence.

Philomena was even embarrassed to continue to stay on this topic. She pretended to cough and tried to pretend that nothing had happened. She quickly changed the subject and stretched out her hand to push the wooden door of the study, whispering: "As for the secret history of the Andre family that you want to read, it was also robbed from the Soul Burial Forest by my father... ahem, when he borrowed books, he took it by the way."

When the voice fell, Philomena's little hand was about to touch the door handle.

But at this moment, Philomena's fingers suddenly stopped.

Just as Philomena's fingertips had touched the door handle, there was also thick dust, but on the surface of the dust, there was a finger print.

Philomena's pupils suddenly contracted. Someone entered the ancestral house before them?

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