Chapter 192: Chapter192-A “Familiar Face” Inside the Mausoleum
Inside the mausoleum, the four ghost generals scanned the surroundings, their sharp gazes like lightning. A dense, viscous mind power spread out, penetrating every corner of the mausoleum.
As the primary guardians of the mausoleum, their duty was not only to prevent its destruction but also to stop any intruders.
Anyone who dared to trespass would be killed without mercy!
Under their icy mental sweeps, Owen, who was lurking within the mausoleum like a ghost, felt his muscles tighten.
He instinctively slowed his breathing.
Though Shadow Step made him almost one with the surrounding void, undetectable even by grandmaster-tier mages, these four ghost generals were far more formidable than ordinary master-tier mages.
They had sensed something amiss, even if they couldn’t pinpoint his exact location!
If they found him and attacked together, Owen would be in extreme danger in this treacherous mausoleum!
The tension in the air was palpable, the atmosphere so tight it felt like it might snap.
The four ghost generals investigated for a while, but aside from the eerie fog swirling in the deep corridors, they found nothing out of the ordinary.
The generals furrowed their brows, still somewhat suspicious.
However, seeing no clear signs of intrusion, they slowly closed their eyes and returned to their posts, standing guard in the four cardinal directions like statues.
Once the ghost generals had settled into their positions, Owen remained still for a few moments before exhaling slowly and regaining his composure.
He glanced deeper into the passageway, took a deep breath to steady his heartbeat, and cautiously ventured further.
Relying on his memory from the original anime, Owen had some understanding of the mausoleum.
The coffin of Kyrik’s Founder King should be located in the deepest part of the tomb!
As Owen moved deeper into the passage, the eerie gray fog thickened, obscuring his vision.
He could barely make out the giant, broken statues standing on either side of the passage, like soldiers guarding the dead.
Their faces were twisted and menacing, their bulging eyes seemingly glaring at any intruders.
Patrolling around these statues were undead soldiers, their armor corroded and full of holes from the ravages of time.
The weapons they clutched were rusted and decayed, yet the cold aura emanating from their bodies was strong and chilling, like a winter wind cutting to the bone.
With each step these undead took on the crumbling stone floor, a spine-chilling creak echoed through the corridor, as if carrying an ancient curse.
Owen carefully avoided the patrolling undead.
Although they were not particularly powerful, their sheer numbers filled the passage, and the slightest disturbance would draw their attention.
Moving with utmost caution, Owen’s faint breaths and heartbeat seemed deafening in the deathly silence.
After winding his way through the maze-like corridors for half an hour, Owen finally reached the end of the fog-shrouded passage, where a faint light flickered ahead.
“I’m finally close!”
Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, Owen extended his mind power forward.
After detecting no abnormalities, he let out a breath of relief and quickly stepped out of the fog-covered corridor.
At the end of the passage lay a grand and vast hall.
The hall was resplendent, with walls inlaid with shining gemstones. It was the light from these gems, in a myriad of colors, that illuminated the hall, casting a dazzling yet eerie glow.
In the center of the hall stood a raised platform, shimmering with five colors.
Atop the platform lay a luxurious golden coffin, intricately engraved with mysterious patterns and adorned with rare and precious gems.
Around the coffin, green flames blazed fiercely, leaping and twisting as if they were alive.
From time to time, distorted faces emerged from the flames, screaming in agony, as if they sought to escape the fire’s hold.
Upon seeing the coffin, Owen’s eyes lit up.
The coffin of Kyrik’s Founder King!
He had finally made it this far!
Yet, to be cautious, Owen suppressed his excitement and let his mind power spread like a hurricane, meticulously scanning every inch of the hall, leaving no corner unchecked.
There were no undead in this hall, and it was eerily quiet, far from the patrolling undead soldiers outside.
Satisfied that there was no immediate danger, Owen glanced behind him and said softly, “You’ve been following me for quite a while. Isn’t it time to show yourself?”
As soon as Owen spoke, the already quiet hall seemed to fall into an even deeper silence.
A moment later, under Owen’s watchful gaze, the air split apart, and a figure stepped out from the void.
This person was none other than a disguised student of Sunluna Academy—Diana!
Owen narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp and wary. “Who are you?”
Though the person before him appeared male, everything about them—their aura and their almost androgynous, handsome appearance—made Owen certain this was a woman in disguise, and a powerful one at that.
If he hadn’t been careful, he might never have noticed her presence.
Diana blinked playfully, a bright smile spreading across her face.
“So, you’re Owen? Not bad, quite handsome, and your senses aren’t bad either. No wonder even our Sunluna Academy has taken an interest in you.”
Owen frowned, his expression growing more serious. “Sunluna Academy? You must be… Diana?”
Diana’s eyes flashed with surprise. “You know me?”
Seeing Diana admit her identity, Owen relaxed slightly.
Although her appearance had changed, Diana was known for her lively and carefree personality—traits that made her easily recognizable in Sunluna Academy.
Even with her altered appearance, Owen had no trouble identifying her.
He also knew about her relationship with Leslie, which made him frown and ask irritably, “This place is extremely dangerous. What are you doing here?”
Diana smiled mischievously and replied, “I’m here to bring you back.”
“Bring me back? Does your sister Leslie know about this?” Owen asked, raising an eyebrow.
At the mention of her sister, Diana’s smile froze, and she fell silent.
Leslie, her stern older sister, had left a deep impression on Diana during her childhood, instilling a certain fear in her.
As the two of them spoke, the ground outside the hall suddenly trembled, and an icy, bone-chilling aura surged into the room.
Owen and Diana’s expressions immediately turned serious.
Both sensed that one of the ghost generals was approaching.
Thump, thump!
The heavy footsteps of the armored ghost general echoed through the hall. In his hand, he gripped a skeletal battle axe, its blade etched with cursed runes.
As the general entered the hall, his hollow eyes scanned the surroundings, and the frigid air beneath him crystallized into frost on the floor.
With each step the ghost general took, the ground quivered slightly, producing a deep, ominous sound.
Owen and Diana quickly hid behind the coffin, suppressing their auras and making themselves as invisible as possible, not daring to make the slightest sound.
After patrolling the hall for a while, the ghost general approached the golden coffin on the platform, lingering for a moment as though sensing something.
Owen and Diana exchanged glances, each secretly gathering mana. If the ghost general detected them, they would strike together and eliminate him swiftly.
Just as their tension reached its peak, the ghost general shook his head, then turned and left the hall.
A short while later, as the sound of the ghost general’s footsteps faded, both Owen and Diana exhaled in relief.
Owen glanced at Diana and warned, “Diana, this place is incredibly dangerous. If the ghost generals discover us, this will turn into a deadly trap. Stay close to me, and don’t act recklessly.”
Diana didn’t argue. Instead, she looked at Owen curiously and asked, “What exactly are you doing here?”
Owen pointed to the golden coffin in front of them. “There’s something inside that I need.”
Diana’s eyes widened in realization, and she quickly shook her head, trying to stop him.
“No! Owen, my mentor once told me that something terrible is sealed inside this coffin beneath Kyrik’s mausoleum. You absolutely cannot open it!”
Owen was well aware that this place was dangerous, and he knew that the Founder King’s coffin was no ordinary object.
But between the system’s rewards and unlocking the Godslayer Staff, the coffin had to be opened!
Taking a deep breath, Owen said resolutely, “No matter what, I have to try.”
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