Wizard Immortal

Chapter 550 Relics

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Crash!

A series of loud noises came from afar, indicating that the fierce battle was drawing to a close.

Beneath the massive ruins, as Adir's final gaze lingered, the Demon Wolf God's body shattered, its demonic blood dripping continuously. Unable to withstand the backlash of the power, its entire body collapsed.

In fact, given how far the battle had progressed, he should have died long ago.

However, a faint, unique power was emerging from the Demon Wolf God, forcefully supporting his shattered body and allowing him to hold on until this moment.

Unfortunately, the outcome of the battle was already predetermined when he failed to kill Adir immediately.

Before him, the Demon Wolf God's eyes were filled with resentment, but its body gradually cracked, and its three heads slowly drooped down, finally losing its last bit of life.

"It's finally over..."

Looking at the fallen wolf god before him and feeling the injuries on his own body, Adir fell silent.

Despite being mentally prepared, the outcome of this battle was far more devastating than he had imagined.

Both sides fought with all their might, betting everything, but still couldn't completely overwhelm the other, ultimately turning it into a war of attrition.

In the end, although Adir won, his condition was extremely poor. His entire body was covered in cracks, which were imbued with the aura and power of the Demon Wolf God, hindering the healing of his wounds and causing his injuries to worsen.

Deeper still, Adir's very essence had cracked, and it was consumed in the most intense battle, weakening it to its limit.

It could be said that if the Demon Wolf God had been able to hold on for a little longer, he would have been the one to die.

"Unfortunately... there are no 'what ifs' in this world..."

On the rugged land, a steady sound echoed across the wilderness, reverberating and drawing in the elemental particles present in the surrounding area.

Standing in the middle of ruins, gazing at the remains of the Demon Wolf God, Adir did not hesitate and stepped forward, walking towards the Demon Wolf God's corpse.

After fighting so hard for so long, it's time to enjoy the fruits of victory.

"Let me see what secrets you hold."

With this thought flashing through his mind, Adir took a gentle breath, and the bloodline seed within his body emitted a faint black mist that enveloped the corpse of the demon wolf god before him, completely locking in its power. Then, it was extracted and absorbed into Adir's body.

Thin strands of light expanded, slowly enveloping Adir and the corpse of the Demon Wolf God, forming a huge cocoon of light, like a giant mountain that was forcibly uprooted at this moment.

This is a sign of bloodline devouring, but compared to the previous times, the scale of this transformation is undoubtedly much larger.

From all directions, endless calamity was drawn in. In that instant, vast areas of mist in the distance shed their color, and the calamity contained within transformed into mighty rivers that surged forth, drawn by Adir, flowing directly into the enormous cocoon of light, allowing Adir to undergo his metamorphosis.

As a result, the misty areas in the distance faded rapidly in just a short while. Large numbers of dark areas were transformed and returned to normal as the power of the calamity was forcibly absorbed and extracted.

Meanwhile, in the distance, at the very moment Adir entered his transformation.

Standing amidst a cluster of tents, Tarina paused for a moment, as if sensing something.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at Tarina from the side, Sirulia asked with concern.

"I'm fine."

Tarina shook her head, then her face lit up with joy: "It's news from Lord Adir! The Demon Wolf God has fallen in this battle; Lord Adir has won!!"

"Really!!" As soon as the words were spoken, everyone present changed color. Regardless of what they were thinking at the moment, a look of joy appeared on their faces.

The Demon God is an eternal, terrifying, and awe-inspiring being.

No matter how great a hero or how powerful an emperor, they are all insignificant and incomparable to this being.

This is the first time in history that a demon god has fallen.

"The fall of the Demon Wolf God means that the intervals between future demonic calamities will be greatly extended."

From her daze, Irida was the first to regain consciousness. She looked north and began to ponder the changes that had occurred since the fall of the Demon Wolf God: "And the southern part of this Misty Forest, we can try to explore it in the future."

The battle between the Demon Wolf God and Adir not only resulted in the fall of a demon god, but also caused the foggy area within a radius of tens of thousands of miles to disappear.

Vast numbers of calamity beasts were devoured by the two demon gods, and the calamity power that had permeated the misty areas was also completely absorbed. Without the calamity beasts and calamity power, those misty areas will degenerate into normal areas, where people can rest and recuperate.

All of these mean valuable territory and space for reproduction.

It won't be long, just a few hundred years, before this newly developed land gradually becomes prosperous, and the land it develops will be enough to create several new and enormous empires.

"However, that's a matter for the future."

Gazing at the distant horizon and feeling the rapidly receding power of calamity, Xiluria smiled, slowly rising from the ground and looking in a certain direction: "As for now, we have more important things to do."

"Tarina, shall we go now?"

He looked at Tarina beside him, seeking her opinion.

Having chased them all the way from the outside world to the misty region, they naturally wanted to witness the outcome of this battle, but at the same time, they also had other purposes.

The ancient ruins in the place where the Demon Wolf God slumbers are one of their other objectives.

This ruin was discovered long ago by the Guro Empire, from which Tarina originated, but due to the presence of the demon wolf god dwelling on the ruin, no substantial action was taken for a long time.

Even so, back then, under the personal direction of Tarina's father, the current king of the Guro Empire, they also made some attempts.

However, this attempt ultimately failed miserably. Not only did they fail to enter the ruins, but they also alerted the Demon Wolf God, causing his descendants to wreak havoc and resulting in extremely tragic consequences.

However, now that the Demon Wolf God has fallen, the biggest obstacle to entering the ruins has disappeared, so it is time to enter.

With that thought in mind, Tarina composed herself and looked toward a certain direction to the north.

In that direction, some lights pierced through the darkness, carrying the distant fireworks far, far away.

That was the garrison of the Ancient Luo Empire, which also sent people there during this war between the demons and gods, and even had some contact with Tarina.

"It seems there are quite a few others who share the same idea as us this time..."

Looking at the bright campfire in the distance, Tarina smiled, as if she had thought of something interesting.

half a month later.

Amidst the ruins, Tarina and her group slowly walked until they reached a collapsed mountain.

It is clear that this was originally a towering mountain peak, which should be considered one of the iconic sights.

However, after the war between the demons and gods, this mountain peak was directly destroyed by the aftershocks of the battle, and now only a few remnants remain, telling the story of its past glory.

"This is it."

Standing quietly before these ruins, gazing at the scene before her, Tarina seemed somewhat dazed, a strange light gleaming in the depths of her eyes, as if she had suddenly thought of something.

In the distance, a series of footsteps sounded softly, and then, surrounded by several people, an old man dressed in a golden robe and holding a scepter walked out from afar.

The old man looked very thin, with a kind yet dignified appearance. His long golden robe was inlaid with strands of gold thread, which shone brightly in the sunlight.

"Long time no see..."

Tarina stared at the old man for a moment, then smiled.

"Tarina, it's been a long time..."

The old man approached gently from a distance, a scepter in his hand. His gaze fell upon Tarina, his expression as kind as ever: "You seem quite surprised by my appearance?"

"Not exactly surprised, just a little unexpected," Tarina admitted. "I had expected the Empire to send someone, but I never imagined it would be you coming in person."

"After all, someone like you, Father, shouldn't come to a place like this so easily."

"I'm old." Hearing Tarina's words, the old man's expression remained unchanged. He simply touched the scepter in his hand, feeling the subtle textures on it, and sighed softly, "If I don't come and take a look now, I'm afraid I'll have regrets for the rest of my life."

"Perhaps." Tarina nodded, not saying anything more, but silently turned around and looked at the old man's side: "I didn't expect that you would end up with my father."

Beside the old man stood two figures that Tarina recognized very well, along with several elderly men dressed in black robes.

Those were Ire and Sirea. After entering the misty region, they somehow made contact with the people of Guro and came together.

"Guro contributed a lot to the reconstruction of the Kingdom of Arion."

Standing beside King Guro, Ire spoke succinctly, and his words instantly brought a look of realization to the eyes of those present.

It seems that the remnants of the Aryan forces, represented by Ire and Seria, had already made contact with the Guro Empire a long time ago, which is why they were able to gain a foothold in the wilderness and were not driven out immediately.

However, this is not too surprising. Over the years, Sirulia had already guessed this, so hearing Ire's account now only brought him some surprise.

"It seems that almost everyone has arrived."

After standing quietly for a while, looking at King Guro and the others, Xirulia said, "We should be the only ones who have arrived at this ruin this time."

"Shall we go in together?" King Guro asked, glancing at Xirulia, his voice tinged with urgency.

"Let each side send one person to stay behind and guard the ruins."

At this moment, Ilida stepped forward, a polite smile on her face, and looked at everyone present, making a suggestion.

"Silu, you stay."

Without much hesitation, King Guro spoke softly before him, and behind him, a burly man in armor stepped forward and stood side by side with Ilida.

Subsequently, on the side of Ire and Seria, a mysterious old man dressed in black robes stepped out from the crowd, representing the Kingdom of Yarian.

After doing all this, the three were left behind to guard the area, and the rest of the group continued on their way.

Following the map in King Guro's hand, they traversed a long, winding road and finally arrived underground, at the gate of a certain place.

Outside the gate, a sphinx with wings on its back stood silently, its eyes, like purple gemstones, gazing quietly ahead, as if watching the people in front of it.

"The Sphinx is the star totem of the Second Age."

Gazing at the statue before them, an unremarkable-looking old man in a black robe frowned and asked from the crowd, "Is this a relic left behind by the Radiant Star Empire?"

"It's not the Shining Star Empire, it's the Ten Star Cult."

Standing in the center of the crowd, gazing at the Sphinx before him, King Guro seemed somewhat dazed, as if recalling something: "The Shining Star Empire, although a great empire of the Second Era, was initially just an ordinary tribe. It only gradually developed after the discovery of the ruins of the Ten Star Cult."

"Because it inherited the legacy of the Ten Star Cult, the Shining Star Empire has been influenced by the Ten Star Cult in every aspect, and its guardian totem is the same as that of the Ten Star Cult."

"The Ten Stars Cult, however, originated from the First Era and is the earliest organization."

"The ruins before us originated from this organization."

Standing in the crowd, King Guro stepped forward, his aged arm gently stroking the statue before him, carefully feeling the subtle textures and the unique sense of time.

"The First Era".

Standing behind King Guro, listening to his narration, Tarina murmured, "From such a distant era, what exactly is inside this ruin?"

The so-called First Era is a legend of this world.

Legend has it that in the beginning, the world was peaceful and harmonious. There were no calamities or monsters, no fog or disasters. The whole world was in a state of peace.

Children no longer need to struggle for survival, adults no longer need to be harmed by monstrous beasts, and warriors no longer need to rush to distant lands to fight. The people no longer need to struggle for a living, nor do they need to endure the ravages of the demonic calamities that come every few decades.

This is the very first era, the age celebrated in countless myths and epics.

Those present were certainly not naive enough to believe the epic descriptions of the first era.

A world without conflict or contradiction is obviously unlikely to exist. However, some of the information contained herein is undoubtedly true.

At least, some ancient books and materials unearthed from ruins can show that in the very first era, there were indeed no such things as calamity beasts, and the so-called demonic calamities never occurred.

In that era, all the land was normal; the fog had not yet descended upon the earth, bringing disaster to living beings time and time again.

(End of this chapter)