Free Web NovelChapter 1541: Chapter 1535: The Heart Beating on the Clay Tablet
"Is this what you call knocking?"
Ronald looked up at the entrance that existed only as a concept above, a disdainful smile on his face.
The tremors of the entire basement were intensifying!
However...
It was far from enough!
The laboratory storing the artificial godhead was one of the most important sites of the ancient church. The spell that created this space was exquisitely brilliant, not something that could be forcibly opened by ordinary attacks.
Judging from the level of attack it was currently under.
It would take quite a bit more time.
"It’s good you’ve come to me, saves me the trouble of being so cautious."
Without much thought, Ronald guessed the identity of the attackers outside.
—They could only be enemies of the "Nine Rings Secrecy".
The two companions who had entered the holy capital with him were just as cautious by nature, and would never act so recklessly.
Having ruled out his companions, naturally, the only ones left were the spellcasters of the "Nine Rings Secrecy".
The enemy had arrived.
Yet Ronald was in no hurry; he didn’t even rise from the ground.
He merely reached out to pick up the iron box containing the artificial godhead, opening it once more.
Whoosh—
The light belonging to the godhead shone again.
This time, Ronald was prepared and wasn’t enticed by it as he had been before.
Immediately, he took out the "Nade Tablet" that he had just gained real control over, and began to use the method left by the church to create a magical bridge, establishing communication between the two.
"Currently, there’s no place in the holy capital more suitable than here."
What Ronald needed to do was quite simple.
He needed to integrate the artificial godhead into his original source before the enemy broke into the secret chamber!
The artificial godhead was stored in an iron box, which wasn’t exactly a secure method; carrying it on him would certainly attract the enemy’s attention.
And outside, if he were to fuse the artificial godhead with the original source, the godhead’s existence would be too dazzling, equally attracting enemy focus.
The secret chamber he currently found himself in, isolated in concept from the outside world,
was undoubtedly the most suitable place for this task.
As for the enemies outside trying to break in...
While establishing the link between the original source and the artificial godhead, Ronald’s gaze upward, with its cold glint, said everything that needed to be said.
...
The basement was still under attack.
Ronald, sitting within, remained composed, carefully maneuvering the original source and the artificial godhead in his hands.
Once again, the luminous artificial godhead moved toward the original source.
His proficiency on the second attempt made the process much swifter.
Soon, the two made contact.
The glowing entity fell upon the surface of the clay tablet, its gentle light illuminating every groove of cuneiform inscription on the original source, and then its essence merged downward into the tablet. freewebnøvel.coɱ
The next moment, the basement’s light flickered.
During the integration into the "Nade Tablet", the godhead’s glow rhythmically flickered in the basement. Conversely, the magic in the original source revealed an unusual tranquility, making one doubt whether it possessed any magic.
Motion and stillness.
Before Ronald, it seemed like a strong, vigorous heart was rhythmically and meticulously beating on an information-laden platform.
"..."
Ronald, in mastery of the process, said nothing.
The external flickering of light caused no waves, but as the holder of the original source possessing the "Nade Tablet", he felt an unprecedented impact.
The moment the artificial godhead contacted the original source, an essential force wildly surged into the interior of the tablet, intertwined, compressed, and condensed layer upon layer into the original source with each flash of light.
This process was something he hadn’t experienced before with the "Divine Comedy".
It was also a scenario most likely anticipated by the church’s casters in the holy capital’s creation of artificial godheads!
A true fusion of the original source and the artificial godhead.
A monumental achievement, limited by conditions in the past, finally realized in the hands of those who came later after countless millennia!
...
"Eric, are you sure you’re not mistaken?"
"I’ve been violently attacking with spells for almost a quarter of an hour, and there’s no sign of any hidden space opening up!"
At the ruins of Saint Alan Cathedral, a caster in a gray robe was complaining to his companion beside him.
Not long ago, the cathedral that Ronald had cautiously explored was violently demolished from the outside, leaving nearly a fifth of its northern wall missing, with the north chapel and nave buried under smoke and rubble.
And directly above the underground laboratory, a hole large enough to fit a building was left as if struck by a massive shell.
Thanks to this result,
the corridor Ronald used with church magic to enter the hidden space lay directly exposed in the pit’s center, basking in sunlight.
The two casters who orchestrated this scene stood on either side of the corridor, one of whom, busy casting attacks in hopes of breaching the hidden space, showed impatience openly in his demeanor:
"Eric, shouldn’t we go back and get Oster to break open this seal? Isn’t his original source the best suited for this task?"
The caster on the opposite side replied soothingly:
"Don’t be ridiculous, you know that’s impossible."
"Oster’s with the guild leader in the Papal Hall breaking the seal, and that’s the most crucial place in the entire holy capital."
The attacking caster was noncommittal.
Yet, even though he agreed with this fact, his grumbling tone remained unchanged:
"So what? We both are distinguished original source wielders, and we’re certainly not lacking in combat strength. Why can’t we stay by the guild leader’s side, and instead we’re here digging holes in this godforsaken place?"
The other immediately countered:
"You can’t put all your eggs in one basket."
"Though the Papal Hall is indeed the most important part of the holy capital, it doesn’t mean there’s no value elsewhere in this city. In fact, to be bold, what we’re seeking might be hidden in these places."
"The guild leader entrusted us with searching this area as a testament to his faith in our abilities."
Hearing his companion’s response, the attacking caster relented.
He remained where he stood, flipping through a few pages of his original source to glance at the text before resuming his spellcasting to attempt breaking through the hidden space below.
Of course, his grumblings continued:
"I, on the other hand, think concentrating our forces to first conquer the Papal Hall would be a more reasonable plan."
At these words, the other person’s brows furrowed instantly:
"Are you questioning the guild leader’s decision?"
The caster realized his slip of the tongue.
Though there was no one else around, he quickly shook his head frantically, steadfastly affirming his stance:
"A slip of the tongue, just a slip of the tongue! I didn’t mean that at all..."
"Wait, it’s opening!"
Right at that moment, a change occurred below where the passage had been constantly bombarded by spells.
Blue light traced out the outline of an entrance, and a gateway leading downwards materialized in front of the two.
Seeing that the entrance to the secret chamber they had been attacking for so long was finally open.
The two, already aware that the holy capital was desolate, unhesitatingly leaped in.
"..."
The moment they entered the secret chamber,
The pair stood dumbfounded, frozen in place.
Because there, in what should have been an uninhabited chamber, stood a golden-haired girl with dazzling locks, calmly gazing at the two of them.
