Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

Space magic is an ancient magic that has been lost for a long time. We have no way of verifying the principle of this magic. We only know that once a space is formed, it will exist forever, and there is no need to consume anything to maintain it.In ancient times, some powerful mages would use this technique to create private storage spaces, and even create large spaces that could accommodate entire buildings.

This independent space never intersects with our world. We can only establish a connection with that space through a specific "key". This "key" can be an object, a magic rune, or a specific location. To say a specific sentence, everything depends on how the maker of the space sets it up.

It is no longer possible for mages to create new spaces, but those ancient spaces still exist intact, and some "keys" are still valid until now. ——"Feno Continental Encyclopedia·History"

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The three Templars looked at each other. Space magic had been lost for many years. Even Kent, the Commander of the Templars, had not received training in this area, so he obviously couldn't understand what the mage said.

Evandel had to patiently explain to them: "The independent space is not something anyone can enter if they want, otherwise what's the point of hiding the temple in it? You need specific conditions as a 'key' to get in. Obviously, in order to allow civilians who do not know magic to enter the shrine, the "key" to enter this space does not contain magic, but to say specific words at a specific position. This specific position is in front of the statue, and the specific words are The text on the statue's pedestal."

Kent asked, "What does holding hands mean?"

"It's also a literal meaning. I think it's for when many people need to go in, so that everyone doesn't have to line up and everyone reads it." Evandel stretched out his hand to Palos who was closest to him, "Gloves take off."

The black-haired Templar was stunned for a moment, and he did so. He took off the leather glove with the iron plate on the back, and put his finger on the mage's palm. Ken grabbed Palos' other hand, and Basil looked Some reluctantly held Kent back.

Palos pursed his lips tightly and remained silent, but he could feel the temperature of his cheeks rising again. The mage's palm was warm and dry, much softer than his. He could only let his fingers be at a loss and be dragged by the mage. Holding, neither clenching, nor straightening.

Avondel didn't notice his embarrassment at all, and only focused on wiping away the thick dust on the base of the statue, revealing the text.

He read aloud the ancient words on the stone tablet: "We will always be loyal to Sharma, the goddess of war and wisdom, the queen of the Feanor Empire, may your glory shine on the earth forever."

The ancients seem to believe that words have special power. Maybe at that time, if you break your oath, you will be struck by lightning. Therefore, only those who can say this sentence out loud with sincerity can be allowed to enter the Sharma Temple. People will be stopped outside.

As soon as Evandel's words fell, they were already standing in a fully enclosed wall.

The wall should be built to mark the boundary of this space, so there is no door at all. Visually, this space is several hundred square meters wide. There is no fog here, and there is no interference from ghosts. Sharma's temple is completely presented in front of them. in front of.

It can be seen that this temple was once exquisite and luxurious, even compared to the Cathedral of the God of Light in the holy city of Mikalan. Thousands of years have not made it old, and the marble walls are still as white as new , there is no dust at all, forming a sharp contrast with the ruins outside the space.

They had been tormented by the phantom's piercing screams for a long time, and now they suddenly quieted down, which made people not used to it, and even felt a little weird.

Basil swallowed loudly: "What's going on? I see a light inside..."

Not only him, everyone saw the stained glass windows in the hall of the temple with dim light, and a few figures could be seen vaguely, but what kind of thing could illuminate a place for thousands of years?Or……

Basil asked with a pale face, "Could it be that there is... a living person inside?"

Evandel shook his head: "This space is too small, and there is no energy source. The only entrance is still in the underground ruins. What do you think they have lived on for thousands of years? Eat you?"

This little joke didn't make the atmosphere any easier. The Templars no longer cast the Holy Word of Exorcism. They approached the temple cautiously, but the sound of armor rubbing as they walked was still particularly harsh in the eerie silence.

There was no response from the temple. They exchanged glances. The two Templars put their hands on the hilts of their swords to guard, and Kent pushed open the door forcefully.

Everyone was stunned by the strange scene in front of them.

They seemed to have walked into a still picture scroll. In the hall of the temple, all the tables and chairs were removed, and a huge magic circle was drawn on the open space in the middle. Six people dressed as mages Standing on the six corners of the magic circle, they still kept casting spells, and there were several rows of well-dressed soldiers kneeling beside them, with solemn expressions and motionless.

Sitting against the wall are some dignified men and women, some sitting upright with desperate and sad expressions, some pressing the baby in their arms to their faces, closing their eyes as if praying, some bowing their heads and sobbing, tears Fall down and stop in mid-air.

On the large chandelier on the ceiling, dozens of candles were shining, and the light they saw outside came from this, but those flames seemed to be frozen and motionless.

"...What's going on here?" Kent could only look at the fellow mage in surprise.

"Time magic." Evandel also said with a look of surprise, "I didn't expect this magic to really exist... The few of them cast a spell together to stop time. As long as there is no equally powerful magic intervention, time in this place will be frozen forever in this place." a moment."

"Then are they all still alive?" Palos tried to poke the face of one of them. The skin of that person sank like a normal person, but it didn't bounce back.

Evandel shook his head: "No one can survive in a completely still time. They died when the magic was completed, and now all we see are well-preserved corpses."

He could almost imagine what happened—the whole city was suddenly transported deep underground, and everyone had no way to escape. The most prestigious people in the city brought guards and mages to this independent space to seek Asylum, but the only exit was buried deep underground along with the city, no matter where they hid, they were put into coffins alive and waited to die.

In desperation, several archmages joined forces to activate the time magic. The nobles chose to end their lives in this way, using the temple as their tomb, hoping to obtain the blessing of Sharma after death. They still hold the last words they wrote before they died.

They didn't spend more time lamenting the misfortune of these ancient people. Evandel recognized the signs written in ancient languages ​​on the wall: "The corridor on the left side of the hall leads to the memorial hall, Sharma's 'Ball of Life' It's in the memorial hall, and the right side leads to Sharma's tomb, let's gather at the gate later."

Palos asked: "Aren't you with us?"

"I'm going to sacrifice my ancestors, and I came here specially for this purpose, otherwise the little reward from the church would not impress me." Evandel said, "Or do you want to accompany me after you finish your business?" To sacrifice?"

"The sooner we leave here, the better. Let's gather at the door as you said." Kent didn't want to waste any more time. He called Palos and Basil and went to the memorial hall. Evandel also walked to the right corridor .

After confirming that the Templars would not see him, Evandel reached into the cloth bag containing the book and took out a fresh apple, took a greedy breath of the aroma, and said with emotion: "That one is called Palos. The guy is watching so closely, he doesn’t even give me a chance to steal it, and I’m going to throw up if I eat jerky again.”

Natalie squeaked approval.

Evandel also took out a plump and juicy grape and handed it to her. Natalie ate it quickly, and said that she still wanted it. .”

Natalie flapped her wings and chirped in protest, rolling on top of his head, until the mage compromised and took out another grape to coax her: "Good, good, not fat, you are not heavy at all, you are only heavier than the last one." Moon weighed about eighty grams."

Avondel arrived at the destination before eating an apple. Sharma’s mausoleum was majestic without much decoration. There was only a life-sized statue holding a plate in front of the marble coffin. The plate was empty, and I didn’t know What was originally in it, could it be the thing he was looking for?

He looked around again, but there was nothing that fit the description. Evandel was a little disappointed. He even thought of opening the sarcophagus to take a look. Generally speaking, there is no storage in this kind of sarcophagus for people to pay homage to. For the real bones, only a few important items of the deceased will be placed instead. If there are no other places, they may really be placed in the sarcophagus.

After walking such a long distance, Evandel really didn't want to return empty-handed like this. Although it was a bit disrespectful to do so, he still went up to have a look, trying to find a way to pry open the sarcophagus, but found a few lines of ancient times engraved on the side of the sarcophagus. language text.

"Everything is born and then dies, the world is created and then it ends, and life always gains energy from the ashes of death." Evandel read out the ancient text above, "What is this, epitaph?"

Suddenly he felt an indescribable sense of incongruity around him. This is the magic power fluctuation that only people with magic talent can feel. Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard an illusory voice saying : "Son, what are you doing here?"

Evandel raised his head in astonishment, and saw a translucent figure exuding a faint blue light, who could only be seen to be a beautiful woman.

Although Evandel is still young in appearance and mentality, he has lived for more than 200 years after all. Even a very old man should not call him a "child", but the ghost in front of him has enough qualifications to call him that Yes, Evandel suppressed his doubts and surprises, and willingly knelt down on one knee in front of this ghost: "Sharma, my ancestor."