Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

"What? Want to fight?"

Domi analyzed the two adulterers for a while, then looked at their health bars and sneered inwardly. These two were probably much weaker than the priest. He was 90% confident he could beat them to a pulp.

"Enough, Kyle! Don't you see how many people are in the Death Omen team? Only he has this right. Get out of here with you and your girlfriend, or don't blame me for being impolite."

The snow leopard man... oh no, now we should call him Brother Snow Leopard. He's really domineering, he wears the words "distinguish between public and private matters" on his face.

Faced with the snow leopard and the omen of death, the winged man was no longer willing to argue, so he angrily left with his girlfriend, his face so gloomy it could melt water.

After watching them leave, Domi thanked the snow leopard, but he just waved his chubby paw at it.

"It's nothing. I just don't want him to disrupt the fairness and stability here. Alright, Death Omen, it's your turn this time. But I also have to make sure you follow the rules. You can only make one move. Kill as many as you can. If you fail, you have to let them come over."

"Just like the priest and that white chicken just now, right?"

After the priest's sneak attack, Domi saw them with his extraordinary eyesight; otherwise, how could the priest be so blunt?

White chicken?

Upon hearing this nickname, the snow leopard seemed to chuckle slightly, but quickly regained his serious expression.

"That's right. There's always someone supervising, just like the two of them. In the future, other people who are available will take turns supervising."

Having understood the rules, Domi once again focused his attention on the group of adventurers who were fleeing for their lives.

"Let's take them out in one go, right... I understand."

Killing these fleeing people was no challenge for Domi, even if he only had one chance.

Of course, there was no psychological burden whatsoever. In this ruin, the weak should become the reward for the strong. It's just a matter of the strong preying on the weak. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for not being strong enough.

He took the longbow from his back and used his spirit-devouring energy to condense three large arrows.

Upon seeing these strange arrows, the snow leopard's pupils trembled slightly, but he didn't pay much attention to them. It was Domi's doing, and he had no right to interfere.

However, shooting three arrows at once, relying on wide coverage to win, is certainly one way to do it.

Domi easily drew the fairly large bow to its fullest extent, aimed at the group of adventurers, and fired three arrows—a feat that shook the ages! They shot out from the archway on the second floor like three deep blue comets.

But halfway through, several feathers flew in from the other side, seemingly to hinder Domi's hunt.

"Brother..."

"Don't call me bro, I have a name, Justin Blizzard."

"Justin, does interruption count?!"

Those feathers that popped out halfway through were clearly the work of those two guys!

"There's nothing we can do about it. It's allowed, or rather, it was something we didn't think of at the time."

"Oh well, the outcome won't change anyway."

The sharp feathers turned into dark blue ash upon encountering the Soul-Devouring Arrow, just as keratin was charred by fire. Although this caused the two arrows on the left and right to deviate from their paths, it did not affect the one in the middle.

It continued to fly along its predetermined trajectory.

Even Justin looked at Domi with a hint of surprise.

Could it be... that Kyle's interference was also within his expectations? Is that why he specifically used three arrows?

This child's temperament is terrifying.

"hateful!"

In the sky, Kyle was furious at his failed attack. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

So he immediately took his girlfriend and flew into the sky, wanting to vent his anger while he worked.

The remaining Soul-Devouring Arrow, crackling with electricity, pierced the sand between the group in the blink of an eye.

"Looks like you missed." Justin realized he had overestimated Domi.

“No,” Domi shook his head instead, “let the arrow fly a little longer.”

The soul-devouring energy contained within the arrow rapidly spiraled out of control under Domi's manipulation, expanding and finally exploding violently!

Boom!

A deep blue mushroom cloud shot straight into the sky.

This was the first time Domi had ever seen someone die from being directly corrupted by the Soul Devouring Energy.

The magical runes on their bodies crumbled in an instant, and countless ashes rose from their bodies, as beautiful and tragic as blooming flowers. In the end, they lost their lives amidst screams.

Isn't this way of dying a bit too cruel?

No, that can already be classified as art!

Justin's eyes widened in disbelief; it was the first time he had ever seen such a method, and it was truly an eye-opener!

With eight points added to his head, the number immediately changed from 2 to 3.

"Congratulations," Justin offered his congratulations.

"Killed them, so be it; there's no need to celebrate."

Justin paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips: "You're quite interesting."

"The last person who said that got so angry that they flew up to the clouds and shook. Tsk, what a pollutant."

"Haha!" Justin laughed heartily. "This is really interesting. Alright, if you run into Harun, that reclusive forest elf druid, tell him it's his turn."

"If I encounter it, I will definitely pass on the message."

“Oh, right, Justin,” Domi suddenly remembered his original intention as he turned around and asked, “Do you know where there are any murals or anything like that? Like the ones in the main hall on the first floor.”

He thought for a moment, then extended a hairy, fleshy finger and pointed to the dome above their heads.

Domi looked up and saw that there was a huge mural carved on the inside of the dome.

What kind of precious content is it that requires such a large amount of space to describe?

Domi cast a wind pillar beneath his feet, lifting himself up.

As his field of vision slowly rose, the murals grew larger in his eyes, and Domi's pupils dilated accordingly, as if something astonishing and extraordinary was shaking his worldview...

Chapter 138, Section 137: Ancient Secrets

The composition of the murals inside the dome develops gradually from the edge to the center.

Around the perimeter, the painters of the time used incredibly fine brushstrokes and extremely vibrant colors to depict a massive army, each wielding their own weapon, with the sharpest point of each weapon pointing towards the center.

A man wearing a crown was also among them, holding a magnificent sword, the blade of which also pointed towards the center.

Further in, it becomes more abstract, with an incredibly strong artistic feel.

It looked like two women dressed in different clothes, stretched into a long, winding snake shape, their ends connected.

A person wore a wreath made of green olive branches, a long white silk dress, and her long golden hair was elegantly styled in a bun, with countless pigeons gathered around her.

A person was dressed in a snow-white knitted robe, barefoot, and wearing a wide-brimmed, pointed hat that only priestesses would wear, revealing only half of their face.

No matter who it is, countless pigeons fly and circle around them.

The two appear to be identical in appearance, suggesting they are the same person. The question is why they are positioned here with different looks and in such strange poses.

Looking further inside, Domi gradually lost sight of what was going on.

The area around the center, including the center itself, was painted with completely discordant colors such as black, purple, white, and gold.

It's like the universe, or some kind of Cthulhu-esque evil, or something as sacred as an angel?

I don't understand why, but it sounds impressive.

Looking at the overall situation, Domi felt that the army and the Sun King seemed to be going to war with some mysterious entity, giving him a sense of desolation and uncertainty.

There are too many things he can't understand here, and what is the connection between this huge mural and the murals below?

There is contact, but there's no clue whatsoever.

Domi wished there was an instruction manual in front of him right now, explaining everything to him.

This situation is like having a bunch of kittens tickling him, making him incredibly itchy inside, and his whole body feels like it's crawling with ants.

But no matter how anxious you are, it's no use. That's all the information left in the palace. But if it were in the hands of a novelist, they could probably write a thrilling and magnificent epic filled with love, hate, and revenge on the spot.

Domi slowly descended.

"Did you find anything?" Justin Blizzard asked curiously.

Regarding the name of this snow leopard, the first part is his given name, and the second part is the name of his tribe. Together, they form the surname and given name of a member of the tribe.

In orc tribes, the tribe is generally viewed as a whole, and the concept of family is weakened considerably.

Population is a major problem, so this method is appropriate.

Domi shook his head in disappointment: "This mural did indeed shock me quite a bit, but I couldn't glean any more useful information from it."

“Don’t be discouraged. I was completely clueless when I first saw them,” Justin comforted her.

"The fall of the Xisha Empire and the death of its strongest Sun King are a mystery. We can see related relics here, and the information we obtain can be exchanged for a lot of money outside."

Domi looked at Justin in surprise, not expecting that this seemingly fierce snow leopard would actually comfort people. So he accepted his kindness and thanked him, saying, "You're a really nice guy."

"you flatter me."

Just as the two were developing feelings for each other, Afu came running from the other side of the corridor in a panic, as if she was looking for someone. When she saw Domi, she rushed over as if she had seen a lifeline.

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"

Afu, hands on her knees, gasped for breath. After a moment, she suddenly raised her head:

"Captain, something's wrong! Thor... Thor... he seems to have gone mad!"

"Clam?!"

“Death Omen, farewell. It seems you have some important matters to attend to.”

Justin figured it was probably a private matter within the opposing team, and he had no intention of getting involved.

"Okay, let's talk again next time."

Domi then followed Afu into the space inside the corridor on the second floor. It was a cylindrical room, not much higher than the second floor, with a top carved from gold that stood out like a crown.