Chapter 289: Curse Energy Refining Device

"Player Super Justice ()"

Annan did think about this possibility.

The elves dismantled the vaults, not because all elves were enlightened and resented the act of cutting the world with the power of a spell. Their civilization is indeed extremely prosperous, but this does not mean that their personal qualities are so high.

They will choose to dismantle the curse cellar, it's just that the emperor of that generation was far-sighted. He judged that if the spell can be used again, the Unified Great Barrier may not be able to withstand the spell power... and the mined spell power is hardly used to create strong men and research technology, and most of it is used for various luxury goods pointless use.

For the sake of future generations, he decided to ban the use of spell power—once anyone who comes into contact with spell power is discovered, the maximum sentence may be "absolute death penalty".

And under the emperor's supervision, it took more than a hundred years of beating, kicking, coaxing and scaring before the elves reluctantly abandoned the custom of extracting spell energy. It took three hundred years before they finally adapted to the new life without spell power.

——Since the elves are reluctant to dismantle the curse cellar.

Then it is entirely possible that elves in some place risked the death penalty and secretly left one or two small spell vaults.

Annan thought of this possibility when he came into contact with the Silverstone Curse Vault through a child's nightmare.

Now it seems... as expected.

"How do you open this door?"

The homeless child tried to push the door, but found that the door did not respond.

He asked the others enthusiastically: "Should I... melt it? This is different from the Silverstone Curse Vault. I feel that it is an ordinary rock that can be melted away."

When he was found by Annan, he said in advance that he might come to melt a city wall, a gate or something. But after coming here, apart from melting the ceiling when he jumped out of the sewer, he didn't move any hands.

Along the way, he always felt a little itchy when he saw the two rounds of ghouls sealed by citalopram, and the various deeds of explosives in the four dark quarters...

"...Aren't you an elf profession?"

On the contrary, Zhuo Ya raised her hand and looked at the child with some hesitation: "Can you not open this kind of door?"

"The place where I learned Sky Strike didn't let me enter the curse cellar."

The child spread his hands helplessly.

[Sky Strike] is the prerequisite for Wind Dancer. At that time, he was learning the copy of Sky Strike...that is, when Miss Boface was there, and he also wanted to enter the Silverstone Curse Vault to take a look, but it turned out that when he was just approaching the Vault of Curses and was still at the stage where the screen in front of him was split, He was kicked out mercilessly.

"...We are all greedy people..."

Annan read in a low voice.

"what?"

Si Anke asked subconsciously, but in the end, citalopram slapped him on the arm, signaling him to keep silent.

And the two Hands of Winter focused their attention.

I saw Annan looking at the runes on the door, reading every word.

This is not pure elf language... but frost language. Frost language can be regarded as an elven dialect for communication with dragon species, and its writing and grammar are different from ordinary elven language... probably similar to the gap between Cantonese and Mandarin.

Even elves may not be able to understand Frost Language.

As a Frost Whisperer, Annan was able to directly understand the words on the door:

He read slowly: "We are all people who yearn for hope...

"We are all arrogant and depraved...

"We are all rebels. We are all guilty. We are all heinous. We are all unpardonable.

"We are the Nameless Keepers—

"—Anyone who is guilty must not pass through this gate."

The moment Annan finished reading, a strange hallucination appeared in front of his eyes.

He seemed to be aware that the surrounding steps were full of people. They were silently looking down at their group... But the moment Annan came back to his senses, he realized that there was nothing here.

It was impossible for him not to see the spirit—there was no one here.

But that didn't seem like an illusion either.

Annan glanced at Zhuoya, and added: "That's all... I think there might be something behind the door.

"Don't melt it yet. Maybe it's an ancient seal, it's better to be on the safe side."

As for this door...

Annan thought about it, stretched out his hand and pushed the door tentatively.

The strange thing is - the moment Annan touched the door, it was pushed open lightly. As if there was nothing, he even shook Annan a little bit.

Zhuo Ya was also a little curious, so she came over and pushed it...and found that it was very difficult to push, but it felt like an ordinary heavy object. There is absolutely no feeling of being still when a child pushes.

"...you stay here first. Even though you can melt through this door, it's still safe."

Annan thought for a moment, then said to the homeless children: "I think this may be a spell check gate. Those who have used the spell can't enter or leave."

"Then I'll wait for you here."

He nodded and agreed.

Zorgen looked at him, and tried to push the door—it was more difficult for him to push than Zoya, but he could barely push it.

"...It seems that I have been judged to be a serious sinner."

Zorgen thought for a moment, then whispered, "Then I'll stay here with him too, it's too dark here."

"Remember to let us know if something happens."

Annan said this to the child-although it is a bit weird here, it is much stronger than the situation in the previous nightmare. At least players can still contact each other and send private chats and voice calls.

They passed through the door quickly.

After going in and walking through a narrow corridor that could only accommodate two people side by side, the front suddenly opened up—Annan finally saw the real structure of the "curse cellar".

It was a huge instrument on a square platform.

It is at least thirty meters high, and its shape is a bit like a globe, but the pure white half-arc like an arc moon is not completely perpendicular to the ground, but has a deflection of about fifteen degrees. This revealed the up and down axis of the light golden ball it was holding in the middle... and this arc moon was still revolving around the light ball extremely slowly like the earth's rotation.

The light sphere in the middle is not a pure sphere - there is a beam of light near the top and bottom.

Near the bottom is a dark gray, extremely viscous liquid. It seemed to be about the thickness of three fingers together, and it was flowing into the center of the light sphere from bottom to top in a state that could kill Newton.

And it was gradually disassembled by the light sphere and assimilated into a golden stream of light.

Directly above the sphere of light emanates a very thin stream of golden light, about half the thickness of the little finger.

It looks extremely dreamy, slightly floating, like a gathering of many fireflies... But Annan will not admit it wrong, this is the "mantra energy" stored in the jar.

And around this square and huge platform, there is a circle of circular platforms engraved with complex inscriptions. It is exactly the same size as the "lecture hall" outside, and the two rooms are connected like an "8".

"that is……"

Annan couldn't help but whispered.

His "brilliance" element has awakened to the limit, and the light is no longer an obstacle to him, but his friend, a part of him.

So...Annan was able to step over the light sphere and see what was hidden in the middle of the light sphere instrument.

The core component of the instrument that continuously transforms the dirty and rancid black-gray primitive mantra energy into pale golden inert mantra energy is not a sophisticated machine, nor is it an extremely grand magic circle.

It was a curled up, even incomplete, transparent fetus.