Wizard Immortal

Chapter 260 Secrets

"The Lord of Calamity..."

Before the dim altar, a purple glow enveloped the surroundings, bringing a glimmer of light to the area.

In the center of the altar, listening to Adir's words, a strange emotion flashed in the eyes of the huge three-headed black snake: "I guess so."

As he spoke, a faint spiritual energy field enveloped the area, like a ghost whispering softly in one's ear, reaching the heart and echoing endlessly in the mind, making it unforgettable.

"perhaps?"

On the other side, listening to the other person's words, Adir subconsciously frowned, sensing something amiss in their words.

"I was once a wizard, just like you."

Before Adir could speak, a sigh-like voice rang out again from the other side.

On the altar, the black snake coiled silently, its entire body seemingly carved from stone, exuding a primal and savage beauty.

Around them, at this moment, the statue above was trembling, and the magic array on it was glowing, trying to bind and seal the black snake in the center of the altar.

"wizard···"

Looking at the black snake circling in the distance and listening silently to the other party's words, Adir was stunned, somewhat not expecting this unexpected turn of events.

"I can sense that the pure bloodline in you is that of a true descendant of elves."

Opposite them, the three-headed black snake was still there, its central head with its eyes open, its scarlet pupils fixed on Adir: "So, what brings you here?"

"Possible knowledge, and the World Stone you possess."

Upon hearing the question, Adir made no attempt to hide anything and directly stated the purpose of his visit.

In the face of such an existence, lying and concealment are useless. Even if the other party is suppressed at this moment, it is by no means difficult for them to see through the existence of a wizard who is not even at the second level.

Moreover, his purpose was quite obvious and there was no need for him to hide it.

"Then it seems you're going to be disappointed."

Across from him, the black snake remained in the same position, its crimson eyes showing no emotion: "The wizards here have long since declined. Since that generation thousands of years ago disappeared, no wizards have ever appeared here again."

"In this environment, even if the wizards who suppressed me back then still had something left, they probably wouldn't have much left by now."

"As for this World Stone..."

The black snake's body remained still, only its snake eyes were slightly closed: "I would like you to take it, but I'm afraid you can't do it."

On the other side, listening to what the other person said, Adir was speechless and tacitly agreed with what the other person said.

When he first arrived at this ruin, he searched around with Thor and the others, hoping to find something left behind by the ancient wizards.

After a thorough search, the results were meager; they found very little of value.

As for the World Stone in front of them, it was indeed as the other party said; even if Adir were to try to take it, he wouldn't be able to lift it at all.

As the most important core of this seal, the World Stone is surrounded by an extremely powerful magic array. To take the World Stone away while it is surrounded by a seal, the entire seal would have to be destroyed.

Destroying the entire seal before him—not only could Adir not do it, but even if he could, he wouldn't dare.

After all, this terrifying calamity lord is still sealed here. Once the surrounding seals are removed, with its strength, it could send Adir to heaven in no time.

Thinking of this, Adir frowned and then subconsciously looked behind him.

Behind them, Thor and the others stood there, motionless, like living sculptures, standing there quietly.

Influenced by the surrounding spiritual energy, under the power of the calamity lord before them, they were forcibly affected and involuntarily stood still.

"Don't worry about these people." A deep voice sounded again from ahead.

Above the altar, the black serpent opened its eyes again, its gaze fixed on Adir: "Instead of worrying about them, you should worry more about yourself."

"After all, compared to the blood in their veins tainted with the aura of natural disaster, the mark of natural disaster on your body is the truly deadly thing."

Cold words echoed around them, tinged with a hint of nostalgia.

Hearing this, Adir couldn't help but frown: "The Mark of Calamity, what is that?"

"Something deadly enough."

A hint of nostalgia and a touch of indifference appeared in the black snake's eyes: "The reason I became like this, transforming from a wizard into a calamity, is because of this thing."

"This is a curse deep within our bloodline, a destiny we pure-blooded descendants must bear. When the time is right, the curse will erupt, plunging you into despair..."

It murmured softly, its tone filled with vicissitudes and nostalgia, and a hint of suppressed madness.

"It seems this is not a good thing."

Adir's expression remained calm, though he frowned slightly: "Is this an elven curse?"

At that moment, many things were on his mind.

A piece of information he had found in the Emerald World in the past resurfaced in his mind, and the news about the curse on the elven bloodline surged into his heart again, causing a slight stirring in his heart.

"To be precise, it's the curse of pure-blooded elves." The black snake's voice rang out again.

The next moment, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

Under Adir's somewhat surprised gaze, the black snake before him began to slowly transform, gradually turning into the appearance of a man in black.

He was a tall, handsome middle-aged man, shrouded in a dark aura, with striking scarlet eyes.

This man possesses a unique, enigmatic charm that makes him unforgettable at first glance, leaving a lasting impression.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Heraldos, a level five archmage."

The middle-aged man stood on the altar, his scarlet eyes like a blood moon, leaving a deep impression: "Since you are a moon elf, there are some things I can tell you."

"Why a moon elf?"

Looking at Heraldos opposite him, Adir barely managed to regain his composure and asked calmly.

There is no love without a reason, nor is there hatred without a reason. Since the moon elf's bloodline carries a curse, there must be a reason; the curse could not have been suddenly bestowed without cause.

"Because of the war."

Regarding Adir's question, Heraldos on the other side spoke directly: "The clash between worlds occurred in the ancient wizarding world, when the wizarding world and the world of the Scourge went to war. Our progenitor was defeated, and the bloodline of his descendants was cursed by the King of the Scourge, forming the Mark of the Scourge."

"Why don't I feel anything at all?"

Hearing this, Adir was somewhat puzzled and doubtful.

It is true that the bloodline of the Elven race is tainted with a curse, but in Adir's case, there has never been any abnormality or trace of the curse.

"Ordinary elves may have curses within them, but under normal circumstances, they will not erupt. Only pure-blooded descendants like us will have their curses actively activated, forming a calamity curse."

Heraldos stared at Adir silently, his face cold: "The reason you're unharmed is entirely due to the Emerald Mark on your body."

"The Jade Seal..."

Upon hearing what the other person said, Adi was immediately taken aback.

Before he could react, Heraldos spoke again from the other side: "That is the blessing of the progenitor of the bloodline. It contains the power of the progenitor of the bloodline. It can not only allow you to conceal your power, but also temporarily suppress the curse in your body."

"However, this suppression is only temporary."

His expression was cold, and he seemed somewhat indifferent: "As time goes by, the power contained in the mark will slowly be consumed. You must become stronger quickly before the power of the mark is consumed, otherwise, once the power is exhausted, you can only watch the curse within your body erupt."

"Is there any way to break this curse?"

Looking at the other person, Adir asked in return.

After he finished speaking, a moment of silence fell over the surroundings.

On the other side, Heraldos remained silent for a long time before speaking again: "The only options are to tough it out, or do what I did..."

"To become the Lord of Calamity?" Adir asked calmly.

"good."

On the other side, Heraldos nodded: "The Mark of Calamity is a curse placed by a Calamity King of the Calamity World, targeting all bloodline descendants."

"However, once you transform into a Calamity Lord, everything in your body will naturally be assimilated by the Calamity World, and the curse cast by that Calamity King will disappear and will not erupt again."

As he listened to his story, Adir frowned and fell silent for a moment.

Neither of the two options presented by the other party is a good one.

It goes without saying that they could withstand it head-on. If such a curse were so easy to withstand, then the pure-blooded elves would not have all perished.

Transforming into a Cataclysmic Lord is one possible path, but in reality, it's not as wonderful as one might imagine.

The Scourge Lords are known for their brutality and savagery. According to the records of the Emerald World, the Scourge Lords were born from the power of chaos, and influenced by this power, they generally appear chaotic and brutal.

To become a Lord of Calamity, one must first undergo the baptism of the Calamity World's power. During this process, one's mind may be drastically altered, and one may be influenced by the power of the world, becoming a different person.

Moreover, even if Adir wanted to transform into a Scourge Lord, he didn't have the coordinates of the Scourge world.

In reality, this means that the only option left is to tough it out on your own; there are no other choices at all.

boom!!

Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound rang out, followed by a sudden contraction of a mental energy field.

Adir raised his head and looked in the direction from which the tremor came.

In the center of the altar, Heraldos's figure had vanished, turning into a black shadow and disappearing completely.

The surrounding magic array continued to vibrate, and the stone statues trembled incessantly, maintaining the seal through the power of the World Stone in the center.

The next moment, all the power belonging to Heraldos disappeared, suppressed once again by the seal, unable to emerge again.

"It seems this is your current limit."

Watching the scene unfold before him silently, Adir remained calm, turned around, and looked to the side.

Without the influence of the other party's mental domain, Thor and the others had regained their mobility. At this moment, they all subconsciously looked at Adir, somewhat confused about what had just happened.

The altar was still ringing in front of them, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

"Yana, you..." Thor's shocked voice suddenly rang out.

Adir turned and looked at Yana.

On the other person's forehead, a purple mark began to slowly glow.

A faint glow began to emanate, carrying a unique power that resonated with the countless magical arrays surrounding it.

A purple glow began to bloom. Not only Yana, but everyone else also had a purple bloodline light shining on them, though the brightness varied.

After observing quietly for a while, Adir discovered that among the people standing there, the one with the most dazzling light was not Thor, nor Yana with the bloodline mark on her forehead, but Solana, whom she was holding in her arms.

A purple radiance enveloped Solana, almost completely overshadowing the radiance of her parents, making the light within others appear extremely dim and incomparable.

boom!!

A rumbling sound rang out again, as if drawn by something. In front of the altar, a purple pillar more than three meters high slowly rose up, with a bloodline power that Adir felt familiar with emanating from it.

"This is...the ancestral altar..."

A strange sense of information suddenly surfaced, and looking at the high platform that had suddenly appeared before him, Thor suddenly had an epiphany.

He turned to look at his wife, and saw Yana holding the child and looking at him.

Their eyes met, and in an instant, they understood each other's thoughts, their gazes hardening.

"The spirit of the shamanic array ahead is awakening."

Standing beside Thor, quietly sensing the constant fluctuations around him, Adir wondered, "Is it because it sensed the powerful bloodline within Solana that it triggered some kind of program, causing the magic array here to revive on its own?"

The witch array before us possessed its own consciousness.

For a powerful wizard, imbuing an inanimate object with some simple consciousness is not an impossible task.

In alchemy, powerful magical artifacts generally possess their own consciousness. In certain powerful magical arrays, in order to better utilize the array's power, it is often necessary to activate the array's consciousness, allowing it to operate autonomously.

The complexity and precision of the magic array before him were unlike anything Adir had ever seen before, so the presence of simple mechanical array spirits within it was not surprising.

Before our eyes, the spirit of this massive witch array was clearly moved by something, and began to awaken spontaneously, taking control of the entire witch array.

As for the reason why this witch array was awakened, Adir estimated that it was mostly related to Solana.

(End of this chapter)