Chapter 363: Chapter 362: The Light in the Suitcase

White Stone Tower.

“Boom!”

A powerful explosion separated Suo Men, Mu Konni, and the many wizards of the White Stone Tower.

At this moment, Suo Men and Mu Konni looked extremely miserable, covered in wounds–Suo Men’s arm hung limply in front of his chest, obviously broken; Mu Konni’s face was half mangled, as if it had been ruthlessly scrubbed with an iron brush, her flesh raw and blood continuously flowing down, seeping into her neck, soaking into her clothing.

“Huff, huff–”

Suo Men and Mu Konni furrowed their brows, enduring their injuries, breathing heavily, trying to recover their physical strength while observing the situation around them, attempting to find an opportunity for a counterattack or to break through.

But around them, the many wizards of the White Stone Tower tightly encircled them, blocking any path of escape. Mephisto and another Second-level Wizard from the White Stone Tower looked coldly at them, as if watching two corpses, sending a chill into the hearts of Suo Men and Mu Konni.

“It seems we’re really going to die here,” Suo Men said with downcast eyes, his expression unreadable.

Mu Konni’s half-mangled face appeared somewhat ferocious as she gritted her teeth and cursed, “Damn it! It’s all Supervisor Ji Burlen’s fault. If he hadn’t rushed us to speed up our progress, this would’ve never happened.”

Suo Men continued to gaze downward silently, not responding to Mu Konni’s words.

Mu Konni went on to say, “Hmph, at first he even said he would come help us, and now we haven’t even seen a shadow of him. I really don’t know where he supposedly helped us! And also…”

“Enough,” Suo Men finally looked up at Mu Konni and spoke softly, “Let’s talk less.”

“Huh?” Mu Konni raised her eyebrows in a peculiar way as she looked at Suo Men. After a glance, it was as if she realized something and turned her head toward the distant wizards of the White Stone Tower.

“So, have you finished your meaningless last words?” Mephisto’s icy voice rang out, “If so, is it time to go die?”

As she spoke, she raised her hand, ready to release an attack–while Suo Men and Mu Konni were catching their breaths, Mephisto and her people had not been idle, simultaneously breathing to recover their physical strength and preparing their powerful deathblow spells.

But just as the first Spell was about to be launched at Suo Men and Mu Konni, an abrupt scream emerged from within the crowd of White Stone Tower wizards.

“Ah!”

Eh?

Everyone was stunned, followed by a series of screams.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah!”

The screams nearly joined together as several White Stone Tower wizards fell in a blink of an eye.

This!

The wizards who had been ready to attack Suo Men and Mu Konni abruptly stopped their assault, casting Mana Shields for self-protection. Unlike most, Mephisto’s gaze turned frigid as she swiftly locked onto an existence in her perception, and with a flick of her wrist, the powerful Spell she had readied was hurled toward her target.

“Boom!”

A great ball of Flames exploded on the ground, followed by a gust of wind that swept past and extinguished the flames.

After the whirlwind, a figure appeared on the ground.

Looking over, they saw a man dressed in sky-blue Noble attire, quite extravagant, but his clothes clearly hadn’t been washed for many days, covered in wrinkles, with the collar and cuffs shining from wear. In addition, his hair was unkempt, his beard scruffy, and there was no sign that he had groomed himself–it was a complete mess.

His eyes were full of blood vessels, as if he hadn’t slept in many days, which made those who saw him feel an indescribable irritation and panic, instinctively wanting to avoid him.

The Supervisor of the East Coast region–Ji Burlen.

Ji Burlen steadied himself on the ground and looked up at Suo Men and the complaining Mu Konni. He seemed to be offering an explanation, “I’ve been busy with too many things lately, so I arrived a bit late, please forgive me.”

Mu Konni: “I…”

Mephisto didn’t care whether they arrived early or late. Upon seeing Ji Burlen, she said coldly, “Another Second-level Wizard? Ha, so that makes three Second-level Wizards? A very powerful Wizard Organization indeed. Unfortunately, opposing White Stone Tower is still a path to death! It doesn’t matter if it’s three or even four Second-level Wizards, at White Stone Tower, they’ll all meet their demise!”

“Actually, it’s not three Second-level Wizards,” Ji Burlen turned his head to look at Mephisto, shaking his head, “It’s two Second-level Wizards, plus one… Third-level Wizard.”

“Hmm? A Third-level Wizard?!”

“Yes, a Third-level Wizard.” Ji Burlen nodded calmly, a mighty aura gently emanating from his body, then smoothly rising.

First, it surpassed that of a Second-level Low-level Wizard, then a Middle Level, following that, a Second-level High-level Wizard, until finally, it reached the stature of a Third-level Wizard.

This!

At this, all the Wizards from White Stone Tower changed their expressions.

Ji Burlen didn’t pay attention to the many Wizards from White Stone Tower but instead looked towards Suo Men and Mu Konni to ask, “How are your injuries? Can you still help?”

“We can.”

“Good, then let’s do this together,” Ji Burlen said, “Help me kill everyone.”

“Yes.”

“Boom!”

A frenzy of Spells erupted!

…

Grave, deep within, Hall Number Fifteen.

“Tap tap tap…”

Richard walked up close to the altar, carefully observing the briefcase on top. He looked for a long time but couldn’t see anything special, nor did he sense any danger.

No matter how one looked at it, the briefcase was just an ordinary, simple black briefcase. The only thing that set it apart was that it was placed on this stone altar.

So then…

What exactly was inside? What was in it that served as the treasure of this grave, the secret reward from White Stone Tower and the Black Spirit King?

Richard’s eyes narrowed slightly as he thought about everything he had encountered along the way and couldn’t help but take a deep breath:

The old-fashioned ring given by Old Marlon, the collection of eleven different books from the Black Spirit Empire, annotated by Great Scholar Socrates on the final pages, the validation of the Lickerel Numbers on the symbols, deciphering the password and extracting eleven characters from within the books…

The appearance of the earworm, finding the correct folk melody, coercing and tempting Princess Rose of Black Holy Mountain to translate the meaning of the folk song, locating the treasure through the folk song–Captain’s grave, piecing together memories to determine Alex’s ancestral graveyard…

The first expedition into the grave failed due to being forced back by the Insect Swarm, the second expedition into the grave failed because of being nearly killed by germs, using Chlorine for violent sterilization, pushing through all the way here…

“Whew–”

Richard slowly exhaled the breath he had inhaled into his lungs, feeling unusually unsettled inside.

To decode this secret of White Stone Tower and the Black Spirit King, he had spent so much time and effort; if what he discovered wasn’t of great value, it would be quite disappointing.

“Hope it’s a surprise,” Richard muttered to himself, reached out, and slowly opened the briefcase.

In an instant, Richard saw a burst of light emerging from the briefcase, and following that, his eyes lit up, “What is this?!”