Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 641 The Ancient Tomb of the Age of Stars! The Princess of the Steam City!
The ferry carrying the four people moved on the surface of the Abyss River, taking about a week to travel.

The river seemed to have no end, with endless waters in all directions, while the sky was shrouded in dark purple demonic energy from the abyss.

The witch Shirley, on the other hand, had to take a special potion every morning to maintain her normal bodily functions.

Each of the four people uses the Summoning Styx Ferryman once a day, paying a sum of Underworld Coins. Locke's Underworld Coins quickly ran out, so the Witch Shirley paid for them on his behalf.

Seven days later, the ferry passed through a section of the river where the water was covered in rising mist, and the temperature in this section of the river was extremely high.

The witch Shirley looked at the wizard Warwick and questioned, "What's going on? We've been wandering around in the same place for at least two days, and today you've led us into such a dangerous stretch of river. The abyssal energy here is practically boiling."

"The ferryman's boat may not be able to travel on this for long."

Sweat beaded on the wizard Warwick's forehead.

Wizard McKinley also looked at Wizard Warwick with a puzzled expression.

The wizard Warwick explained to the three, "The tomb of the nameless king's wife still retains some momentum, drifting along this river of the abyss. We have indeed arrived at the approximate location of that ruin."

"But finding that ancient tomb will also require a certain amount of luck."

The wizard Warwick summoned his Sovereign Book and used the History Pointer, commanding the ferryman to proceed in the direction indicated by the History Pointer.

Warwick the wizard said, "That ancient tomb is imbued with the magic of the School of Prophecy, obscuring its exact location. Even using the Historical Pointer, we cannot quickly pinpoint its location. Please wait a little longer; we will soon find the tomb's location."

"It just takes time."

Wizard McKinley slightly scolded him, "Professor Warwick, if you can't find the location by yourself, you should at least tell us. We're all archaeology professors."

Wizard McKinley chanted a spell, and a history pointer appeared in his hand. Instantly, after absorbing the remnant energy from Warwick's history pointer, the pointer moved in a certain direction. "With two pointers pointing to the same location, even if there is prophetic magic misleading us, we should be able to reduce the error by using the location that both pointers are pointing to."

Locke also used the History Pointer and borrowed the relic aura from the spell models of the two. "If four people use the History Pointer simultaneously, it will be easy to pinpoint the location of the relic."

"Prophecy magic is very difficult to deceive the historical pointers cast by four different wizards at the same time. As long as there is even one instance where all four of our spells lock onto a location, it basically represents the correct location."

"In this kind of thing, the more people involved, the faster the location can be determined."

At this moment, the four of them worked together and quickly confirmed the location of the ruins.

Warwick the wizard was very satisfied with the efficiency of the four archaeology wizards working together.

They directly deciphered the prophetic magic on the abyssal ruins.

McKinley looked at him with displeasure. "Professor Warwick, next time you have something to say, just say it directly."

Wizard Warwick chuckled, "I just think it would be more appropriate to wait until we reach the ruins and then have the three of you make your move."

"Alright, this time I've wasted the time of the three of you."

Locke and the witch Shirley stood together on the ferry. He gazed into the distance and, through the mist on the surface of the Abyss River, he could vaguely see a huge mausoleum floating on the river.

That's a really big mausoleum.

The overall base resembles a ship.

On the ship was a vast city, its architectural style completely different from that of modern wizards.

The city had many large chimneys, and black smoke was billowing out, as if the city were still functioning.

On the ferry, the witch Shirley gazed up at the city's architectural style. "The architectural styles of the different magical kingdoms in the Age of Stars are vastly different, completely different. But judging from the antiquity of the negative energy particle field on the surface of this city... it is indeed probably from that era."

Wizard McKinley was also somewhat excited. "It's not just something from that era. Even in the Age of Stars, that feudal era with massive exploitation, when the magical royal family's wealth was piled up like mountains, there were very few wizards who could possess such a vast tomb."

"To use an entire city as a burial object, it's as if they wanted to rule even in death. The owner of this tomb is unwilling to give up their honor in life, even in death."

"Even if this tomb has nothing to do with the nameless king, it is still a major archaeological discovery."

Warwick nodded in satisfaction. "See? I wouldn't have lied to you. If this city weren't so dangerous, I wouldn't have invited the three of you to come and help me develop it."

"However, this city is indeed very strange. It took four archaeological wizards just to find it. And it's located so deep within the Abyss River..."

"The three of us were able to go deeper thanks to our high abyss resistance, while the witch Shirley relied on her advanced witchcraft techniques and mysterious potions that couldn't be bought on the market to resist the abyss energy. But, witch Shirley, this must have been very tiring."

The witch Shirley snorted coldly and did not reply.

Locke asked, "Hmm? Mr. Warwick, did you send out pioneer explorers?"

Wizard Warwick chuckled, “This matter is of great importance. How could it possibly involve unrelated people?”

Locke frowned, pointed in one direction of the ship burial tomb in the distance, and asked, "Then what about that wizard ship? It should have used modern technology."

The three of them immediately looked in the direction Locke was pointing.

Warwick's eyes widened in fury.

Beside the tomb city, a dozen or so wizard ships made of magical alloy were moored, their magical crystals emitting a faint glow in the darkness.

These wizard ships do not appear to belong to a single faction.

This ancient tomb has attracted the attention of many different forces.

Warwick immediately realized, by reading the negative energy particle field information on the surface of the ships, that these wizard ships had arrived in different batches.

Some of the wizard ships arrived two years ago, while others arrived only a month ago.

Warwick's breathing quickened. "The River Abyss is a maze. They must have come from somewhere else. We need to get there quickly."

"Don't let them beat us to it."

"Judging from their appearance, they seem to have just arrived not long ago."

“Alright.” Warwick thought for a moment. “This ruin is extremely dangerous and inextricably linked to the mysterious forces of the Age of Stars. Letting them explore the ruin for us first is fine.”

"This isn't something you get on a first-come, first-served basis."

“Some wizard ships have been docked here for two years. That means they arrived before I met Locke, so they must have come to this ruin shortly after I left. Damn it, which damned archaeological wizard actually leaked information about this ruin.”

Warwick steered the ferryman's boat toward the tomb city, but as soon as they got close, a gust of wind swept toward them from the surface of the River Abyss.

Moreover, the abyssal worms and demonic fish that were originally terrified of them now seemed to have been inspired and were filled with hostility towards the four of them.

They began to launch continuous attacks on the four of them.

A demonic wind swept towards them, and the once calm surface of the Abyss River now resembled a raging torrent, threatening to capsize their small boat. The next moment, the ferry was suddenly overturned by a wave, and the four of them were thrown into the air.

A cold voice rang in everyone's ears—[Ahead lies the magnificent final resting place of Princess Loom of the Kingdom of Atmo. Those who offend her in the future shall have their souls forever condemned to the abyss, beyond redemption!]

The wizard McKinley reacted very quickly, immediately chanting a spell and summoning a ferry to summon the ferryman of the River Styx in mid-air once again.

But from below the Abyss River, a massive hand of a metallic demon suddenly reached out towards them, attacking the ferry beneath their feet once more, attempting to capsize it again, knock them into the Abyss River, and transform their souls into primordial worms within it, their souls forever circulating within the Abyss system.

Of course, whether this can be done is another matter entirely.

However, the ferry, which was originally capable of becoming ethereal, was disrupted by the dense abyssal energy and was temporarily unable to resist the opponent's attacks.

At the critical moment, the witch Shirley beside Locke suddenly chanted a spell, and a holy fireball was unleashed.

Countless primordial demonic worms screamed in agony amidst this sacred radiance, then their entire bodies burst into flames of holy light.

A fireball struck the hand of the steel demon.

Then an angel emerged from the holy fireball. The angel pointed at the steel demon beneath the abyss river and said, "You have no order!"

The next moment, the angel priest slashed with his sword.

This demon, the Abyss Lord, Steel Demon, and Azmok demon race, was thus cut in half at the waist by the holy angel summoned by the witch Shirley.

The demon, severed in two, let out a bloodcurdling scream before dying. "Anyone who dares to offend the eternal resting place of Princess Loom will surely be punished."

"You don't know whose tomb you're offending!"

"Hahahaha...I curse you all..."

The witch Shirley stared coldly at the steel demon broken in two. "It has no values."

"You are nothing."

"You're nothing but a walking corpse."

The wings of the holy angel she summoned emitted a divine light, and a divine vision faintly appeared behind them, completely removing the curse that the steel demon had cast before its death.

At the same time, the holy angel disappeared.

This is a first-circle holy mage spell: Summon Priest Angel.

Summoning this angel requires mobilizing the public Holy Master divine kingdom system cultivated by the Holy Master Academy of Golden Crown Mountain, and mobilizing the faith power of billions of living beings.

The first stage is a fireball composed of platinum-gold sacred flames, which attacks the enemy first.

The second phase involves an angelic priest emerging from the fireball, wielding an angelic sword, to eliminate enemies for the holy wizards.

Before it died, the steel demon stared wide-eyed, probably never expecting that the wizards who would later appear in the Holy Wizard system would be completely immune to the curse ability of their demon race before death.

The steel demon let out a final, feeble wail. "No, how could this happen..."

"Great princess, I'm so sorry... Please forgive me, I can no longer protect you!"

The next moment, the steel demon's body disintegrated, turning into countless abyssal worms that entered the River of the Abyss. This can be considered as his reincarnation into the abyssal system within the River of the Abyss.

However, a part of his consciousness condensed into a primordial soul, which flew to the place where the angelic priest had disappeared and entered that divine kingdom.

Locke looked at the witch Shirley with suspicion. "Senior sister, it seems that part of that demon's consciousness has entered the divine kingdom of our Golden Crown Mountain Holy Master Academy."

The witch Shirley had a stern face, seemingly quite displeased. "Yes, you read that right. Anything killed by my priests, as long as it is not a witch, may enter our Golden Crown Mountain Holy Master's divine kingdom reincarnation system and become a divine kingdom angel by conforming to the eight virtues of our Holy Masters."

"Order, wisdom, diligence, justice, trustworthiness, dedication, giving back, and the pursuit of knowledge," said the witch Shirley. "These are the eight virtues of wizarding society established by the holy wizards of my origin."

"Although I don't want to admit it, that demon just now possessed the virtue of 'keeping his word,' so a part of his consciousness was blessed by divine power, condensed into a primordial soul, and entered our divine kingdom system for reincarnation."

“In the future, it may even become the king of angels.”

The witch Shirley said, "This is not my will. It's just an inherent effect of the spell, which I cannot control."

"That demon had a long history of keeping his word, which gives him a very high priority in being reincarnated as a high-ranking angel within the divine system."

The witch Shirley couldn't help but complain. "It's infuriating that a demon has the chance to become the King of Angels. Unfortunately, this is a rule set by the Holy Wizard of the Third Ring Throne on Mount Golden Crown, and I can't defy it!"

Locke glanced at the witch Shirley.

The wizards of the Holy School are very different from wizards of other schools.

Many wizards in the Sacred School became ordained wizards based on their beliefs and values.

Of course, a certain amount of magical talent is still required.

Otherwise, even spell models cannot be constructed.

Their magical pressure is insufficient, and they cannot easily connect to the divine kingdom system built by Golden Crown Mountain.

However, relatively speaking, the required magical talent is lower.

However, the required level of obsession is correspondingly very high!
Moreover, if one acts against their own values, it may lead to a significant decline in their magical power, or even an inability to progress further.

A single inner demon can potentially keep a wizard of a sacred school stuck at a certain level for hundreds of years.

Wizards of this school are also a major group of wizards who most enjoy seeing psychotherapists.

They are the most popular clientele of psychics.

They have both money and demand.

Wizard McKinley seemed to have some psychological trauma from watching the Holy Priest's spell, and remained silent for a moment.

Warwick, meanwhile, watched as the river, now calm again after the death of the Iron Demon, stood on the ferry and gazed at the dozen or so magical ships moored beside the tomb in the distance, gritting his teeth.

"Who on earth leaked this information?!"

"I will tear them to pieces!"

Warwick said, "This so-called Loom Princess could command demons. She must have been a Witch King who borrowed a great deal of power from the Abyss during her lifetime. Therefore, considering all the circumstances, this tomb is very likely the tomb of the Nameless King's wife."

Locke put the Angel's Tear bracelet on his left hand and said, "Mr. Warwick, now that there are no obstacles, let's go over there quickly."

(End of this chapter)