Final Lord

Chapter 311 Calamity Scorpion Lion!

As the last trace of chaotic energy was purified by the pillar of order, ripples spread across the surface of the dark obelisk. The flowing silver runes gradually solidified, and the tower slowly unfolded like a blooming metallic flower, revealing the deep blue tunnels within.

A pure beam of light poured down from the top of the tower, outlining a perfect circular field of light on the scorched earth.

Wang Bufu raised his hand to signal the troops to remain on alert, his ice-blue cloak billowing like waves in the turbulent airflow.

He turned to the blind cat beside him and whispered, "Come with me."

The blind cat immediately understood and, holding his staff, keenly followed Wang Bufu's steps.

The moment you step into the beam of light, the surrounding scenery suddenly distorts.

Countless streams of light, like an inverted galaxy, wove a magnificent tunnel around them. When Wang Bufu's boots touched the solidity, he was already in the rhomboid space at the top of the tower—a place where the laws of physics seemed to have been stripped away, with three suspended crystals slowly rotating in the void, each emitting a purple, gold, and blue glow.

"Just as I thought." Wang Bufu's slender fingers traced the surface of the purple crystal, and the fine runes immediately seemed to come alive and cling to his fingertips.

The obscure knowledge of time magic flooded his consciousness like a tide, unfolding a series of flowing images before his eyes.

Epic Magic Crystal
effect:

[Gains the magic skill "Historical Records" upon use]

Historical Notes

Epic magic

Effect: Recording the past and recreating history.

Wang Bufu sensed it for a moment, and the numerous obscure and difficult-to-understand theories about time made him frown slightly, but he quickly relaxed.

"Forget it, I'm not good at it, nor do I have the energy to study magic. Time magic is precious and rare, which just happens to suit Butler Ming perfectly; it's fate."

He chuckled and withdrew his hand, the purple light on the crystal dimming as he put it away.

"Although it is said that the steward cannot cast this spell unless he reaches the epic rank, the value of the spell goes far beyond actual combat; it also has research value."

This magical knowledge is priceless to those with the gift of time.

Once Uncle Ming has mastered the inheritance, I'll have him share the magic with you, so even a blind cat like you can learn some.

"Can I learn it too? Thank you, my lord!"

The blind cat's aimless eyes followed its master's figure. It could "see" those magical veins that ordinary people could not perceive—the traces left by the time crystals were like dazzling aurora borealis, lingering in the space at the top of the tower for a long time.

This magic must be amazing! Even if you can't fully consume it, just a little bit will be enough to fill you up.

The moment Wang Bufu's fingertips touched the golden crystal, the treasure map trembled violently as if awakened. The runes flowing across the scroll's surface, like a cascading galaxy, transformed into countless fine streams of light, winding their way up his arm and finally merging into the fire seed mark on his chest. A chaotic mist immediately surged within the fire seed, the phantom of the treasure map appearing and disappearing within it, as if viewed through a thick layer of frosted glass; only a few blurry mountain outlines and the twisted course of a river could be barely discerned. The areas swallowed by the mist flashed with an eerie silver light from time to time, as if countless invisible hands were tearing apart this incomplete puzzle.

“We need to gather clues about the three obelisks…” Wang Bufu’s pupils contracted slightly, the fire reflected in his amber eyes, like a sea imprisoned before a storm.

The fragmented information of the treasure map churned in his mind—the silhouette of half a tower spire flashed through a crack in a canyon, and a triangular emblem identical to the base of an obelisk floated in a whirlpool of an underground river.

These scattered fragments are like severed strings on a musical instrument, urgently needing the resonance of the other two obelisks to piece together a complete melody.

“It seems that all three treasure maps are in the semi-chaotic zone, which makes them easier to find.” He suddenly chuckled, a wisp of lingering light trailing behind his fingertip as he removed it from the fire.

Wang Bufu took a deep breath and slowly stroked the last floating blue crystal with his slender fingertips.

The runes flowing on the surface of the professional crystal wriggled like living things, and upon contact, they suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, illuminating the entire interior space of the obelisk as if it were a blazing furnace.

"This is—" He subconsciously narrowed his amber pupils, his knuckles trembling slightly from the sudden energy surge.

The crystal seemed to imprison a thousand lightning bolts, each pulsation causing the air to ripple with fine waves. When the light reached its peak, the crystal surface suddenly cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, and countless golden particles of light, like sparks breaking free from their cages, intertwined to form a magnificent three-dimensional scene before him.

[SSS-Rank Hidden Class Legacy: Cataclysmic Scorpion Lion (Epic Tier 9)] [Complete Advancement Path: Scorpion Lion (Epic Tier 1) → Venomous Scorpion Lion (Epic Tier 2) ... Cataclysmic Scorpion Lion (Epic Tier 9)]

Wang Bufu's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and a ring of almost transparent golden light appeared around the edge of his amber irises. In the three-dimensional scene unfolding before his eyes, a colossal beast with outstretched bat wings was roaring to the sky, its roar seemingly piercing the boundary between illusion and reality, causing the fire mark on his chest to heat up slightly.

The colossal beast's tail, covered in bone spurs, traced eerie green trails of poisonous mist in the void. Each arc of light was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, leaving lingering corrosive marks in the air. Its body, covered in dark golden scales, possessed a cold, metallic quality amidst the interplay of light and shadow. Each scale was like a meticulously forged shield, reflecting a chilling light. When it flapped its wings, the dense network of blood vessels on its wing membranes flickered like molten lava, leaving dazzling trails of fire in the void.

With such a majestic and awe-inspiring appearance, no one would doubt that it was an ancient dragon king.

What's even more chilling are the behemoth's vertical pupils burning with eerie green flames—these are not the gaze of an ordinary creature, but rather the calm and cruelty unique to a hunter with near-intelligence.

When its gaze swept over, Wang Bufu could even feel a fine stinging sensation on the surface of his skin, as if he were being gently grazed by invisible poison needles.

"The Calamity Manticore..." His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his voice trembling with an unusual intensity. "It's... the complete Manticore route! I've never even heard of this route in my past life. A huge win!"

When the manticore passes through, nine out of ten houses are empty.

As naturally epic creatures, the manticore's name resounds throughout the Underworld. They are also one of the few powerful races in the Underworld that has not yet been conquered by the earth dragons.

They possess terrifying flight speed, formidable paralyzing abilities, enormous size, virtually no weaknesses, and a habit of operating in swarms.

As an epic species, they have an outstanding reproductive capacity. Some exceptionally talented female scorpion lions can give birth to one child per year, just like ordinary species.

Even legendary dragons are unwilling to provoke a scorpion lion clan that can easily number in the thousands or even tens of thousands.

In the underground world, they are natural disasters that everyone fears.

(End of this chapter)