Chapter 191: Chapter191-Seeking Help from the Four Generals
Henry and the other Middle Earth elites took deep breaths, swiftly steadying their restless hearts.
From their vantage point high in the sky, and with the thick clouds as cover, they could only make out the vague outlines of the Kyrik King and his army approaching below.
However, Owen’s eyes were extraordinary, and with his exceptional vision, he could clearly see everything.
At this moment, the Kyrik King, accompanied by six master-tier powerhouses, approached the mausoleum with a solemn expression.
The aura of pride exuded by the master-tier mages spread out, distorting the very air around them, creating a powerful pressure that warped the void.
Surrounded by these powerhouses, the Kyrik King, who had already changed into his royal robes and donned a gleaming crown, stood at the center of their formation.
With the protection of the six master-tier mages, their surging mana swept through the air, clearing a path by dispersing the overgrown weeds that covered the front of the mausoleum, opening a way forward.
As the weeds were pushed aside and they reached the tightly sealed stone gates of the mausoleum, a sense of nervousness and anticipation welled up inside the Kyrik King.
The mausoleum was not only the resting place of the kings of Kyrik but also the foundation of Kyrik’s power.
Within this mausoleum lay Kyrik’s mightiest mages and its final trump cards!
Though the mausoleum now appeared somewhat neglected, with overgrown weeds and signs of disrepair, the Kyrik King knew well that if he could persuade the beings inside to lend their strength, defeating Owen would be a matter of moments!
However, even he wasn’t sure about the state of the mausoleum’s interior after so many years. Were the ancient tomb guardians still as fearsome as they once were?
His mind raced with thoughts as the Kyrik King gently traced the intricate patterns on the tomb’s gates, reminiscing about Kyrik’s glorious past.
Kyrik cannot fall during my reign!
With this thought firmly planted in his heart, the Kyrik King immediately pulled out a golden dagger from his waist and began cutting his palm.
Drip…
Thick blood oozed from the wound in his palm, filling the air with a pungent metallic smell.
Despite the pain, the Kyrik King pressed his hand firmly against the stone gates, and the blood quickly flowed along the special patterns carved into the gate, seeping into it.
Boom…
As the blood was absorbed, the tightly sealed and ancient gates trembled as if something immense was about to rise from the ground.
Under the watchful gaze of the Kyrik King and his entourage, the gates, which had been sealed for countless years, finally began to open!
Meanwhile, high above in the clouds, Owen couldn’t help but marvel.
It turns out the key to entering the mausoleum is the blood of the Kyrik royal family!
Boom…
With an earth-shaking rumble, the grand and imposing gates slowly opened, releasing a bone-chilling cold that swept out from within, causing the temperature to plummet.
Snowflakes began to dance in the air.
Soon, after the gates fully opened, four towering figures, like small giants, appeared before the Kyrik King and his followers.
These four figures, besides their massive and imposing statures, were clad in blood-red armor, which was covered with scars from swords, spears, and other weapons, exuding a terrifyingly oppressive aura that would strike fear into the hearts of all who saw them.
Seeing these four figures, Owen’s expression immediately became serious.
These four must be the legendary undead generals—the Four Generals of Kyrik!
Each of these generals had gained their fearsome reputation through the trials of blood and fire, standing out as Kyrik’s most formidable warriors, towering over their peers in every aspect.
As Owen observed the four generals, a voice echoed in his mind from the system:
“Mission: Infiltrate the mausoleum and pry open the coffin of Kyrik’s founding emperor.
Completion rewards: Unlocking the conditions for the Godslayer Staff, 100,000 fate points, and unlocking the second skill of the Spear of Longinus.
Failure: Downgrade to gold-tier!”
Owen’s heart stirred, and his gaze quickly returned to the illusory system panel.
The mission appeared perilous, but he possessed the perfect stealth skill—Shadow Step.
Even grandmaster-tier mages wouldn’t be able to detect his presence. As long as he acted carefully, he shouldn’t be discovered.
Resolving himself, Owen swiftly stored Seraphina into his personal world.
Under the astonished gazes of Henry and the others, his body transformed into a dimming black streak of light, silently streaking downward.
The closer Owen got to the Kyrik King, the more faint his aura and figure became, until he finally landed soundlessly above the king’s head.
At that moment, the Kyrik King, now face-to-face with the legendary ghost generals, was staring at them with fervent eyes and a pleading expression.
“Great Generals, Kyrik is on the verge of collapse. Could you lead your ghost armies to help us fight Azure?” he implored.
Just by standing before these four ghost generals, the Kyrik King could feel the oppressive aura emanating from them, far surpassing even the White Guardian!
Had it not been for his royal bloodline, he might not have even been able to stand in their presence.
As long as these generals acted, Owen could easily be eradicated, and the Azure Kingdom would fall into his hands.
However, despite his near-begging, the leading general remained expressionless and coldly replied, “We are commanded to guard the mausoleum and cannot leave. You should return.”
Though the words were polite, the refusal was unmistakable.
Upon hearing this, the Kyrik King hastily pleaded, “Great Generals, I’ve come here today because I have no other choice. The situation is dire! The Azure Kingdom has declared war on Kyrik, Owen has killed the White Guardian, and four of our main cities have been destroyed. If you don’t act soon, Kyrik will fall!”
But no matter how urgent the Kyrik King’s pleas, the lead general remained unmoved, coldly stating, “If Kyrik falls, it will be your failure. Should that day come, the founding emperor will command us to reclaim Kyrik himself.”
“Do not disturb us again.”
With that, the general turned and began to close the mausoleum gates.
As the gates shut, the eerie cold that had pervaded the air vanished instantly.
The figures of the four ghost generals were also hidden behind the gates, cutting the Kyrik King off from them as if they were in two separate worlds.
The Kyrik King stood there, stunned, unable to believe that the four generals had refused to help him!
Even after all his begging, they still had no intention of intervening!
But these four ghost generals were powerful, once generals handpicked by Kyrik’s founding emperor.
Even though they had now become puppets, the Kyrik King dared not underestimate or show any disrespect toward them.
He could only stand there, his aura growing increasingly desolate.
With the four ghost generals refusing to act, his greatest hope had been extinguished, leaving him feeling disheartened.
However, after a moment of thought, he seemed to come up with a new plan. He looked toward the distant horizon, lost in thought.
If the ghost generals of the mausoleum refused to act, then the only option left was to ask the Sword Master to descend the mountain.
After all, the Sword Master’s favorite disciple, the White Brow Elder, had been killed by Owen!
Given the Sword Master’s fiercely protective nature, he would surely act.
And with a bit of embellishment, not only would Owen meet his end at the Sword Master’s hands, but the Azure Kingdom would also be destroyed in the process.
While the Kyrik King was devising his plan against Owen, Owen had already slipped inside the mausoleum before the gates fully closed.
With the unique magical skill Shadow Step, Owen merged seamlessly with the void, unnoticed by any of the mages.
His movements were as light as the wind, making not a sound.
However, just as the gates were about to close, the four ghost generals suddenly sensed a faint, mysterious presence approaching from the outside, as if something intended to slip past them unnoticed.
They exchanged glances, surprise evident in their eyes.
With their current strength and perception, especially while inside the mausoleum, their mind power was sharp and infallible.
But in their senses, nothing was there!
Yet, their instincts, a talent they had honed, told them otherwise.
Even if one of them had been wrong, it was impossible for all four to be mistaken!
Something—or someone—had snuck inside.
Their gazes turned wary as they scanned the tomb, searching for the source of the hidden presence.
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