Chapter 651: 616, Lantern Temple Chapter 651: 616, Lantern Temple Charles suddenly stopped in his tracks!

He gazed ahead, his Omniscient Special Ability frantically warning him.

Charles didn’t know what lay ahead, but he wisely decided to bypass it, taking an alternative route.

This time, after flying several hundred kilometers, his full-time Special Ability went into a frenzy of warnings again.

Charles changed direction six or seven times, only to find himself increasingly deviating from the path back to Modova.

Without hesitation, he knew he had no choice; he followed the warnings of his Omniscience, continually changing direction, and soon he saw a vast tomb.

The cemeteries of the Old Continent are unlike those in the East or West of Earth.

Even the Royal Family and nobility often chose to be interred in a Temple rather than observe the custom of elaborate funerary practices.

Therefore, the cemeteries on the Old Continent were definitely Temples!

But it was the first time Charles had seen a Temple wholly surrounded by dense graveyards, with no other structures in sight.

He could barely make out that this Temple must belong to the Lampbearer, a True God shrouded in mystery.

Even during the Era they ruled, they scarcely showed any divine signs, and Their Temples were exceedingly rare, with even their Priesthood hard to trace.

Only the Lantern Towers stood tall in various places across the Old Continent.

The Lantern Towers were almost always unattended, open to anyone for visitation.

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Charles took a deep breath.

Since it was a True God’s Temple, even with danger present, it wouldn’t be excessive; he didn’t believe any Evil God could invade a True God’s Temple, especially not this one.

It was exceptionally large, clearly a main Temple in status; the divine favor of the Lampbearer might not be inferior to that in the Mount Ganges Temple or the Great Temple in Mecklenburg.

He flew to the outskirts of the Temple and then descended.

After all, flying recklessly above a True God’s Temple was highly disrespectful.

Charles walked into the Temple and immediately saw the densely packed graves, as if something underground was stirring to life, with countless entities shifting below.

Charles hesitated for a moment but continued forward.

The activity beneath the graves grew more intense, yet nothing breached the surface.

When he reached the center of the Temple, he saw a huge Lantern Tower with a sheepskin roll worshipped at the highest point.

Charles was profoundly shaken, hardly believing his eyes.

He quickly ascended to the top of the Lantern Tower and grasped the sheepskin roll.

As soon as the item was in his hands, Charles knew it had to be the Dead Sea Scrolls, revered alongside the Serpent of Destiny’s Jade Book and the Lord of Radiance’s Golden Book of the Sun.

The Jade Book that Charles had in his possession resonated immediately.

Although these three books were hailed as the wellspring of human civilization, Charles had never believed that and was even more convinced of its falsehood after acquiring the Jade Book.

The Jade Book was supposed to harbor the souls of many great individuals, with traces of their presence visible within.

The Serpent of Destiny must have collected the souls of the finest individuals among humanity over the generations.

But when It bestowed the Jade Book, It removed those great souls, leaving only an empty shell behind.

The knowledge, civilization, artistry, and secrets of the gods contained in the Jade Book were all in the memories of those great souls.

That’s why it was known as the source of human civilization.

But within the Dead Sea Scrolls, malign intentions surged tumultuously, myriad aggressive Evil Wraith thoughts seemingly poised to burst forth from the Lampbearer’s Divine Artifact, to invade the mortal realm and wreak havoc upon the living.

Charles had held it for but a moment when he sensed that imprisoned within the Dead Sea Scrolls were at least thousands of “quasi-Evil Gods,” and he understood why the Serpent of Destiny had extracted the heroic spirits from the Emerald Tome while the Lampbearer granted the complete Dead Sea Scrolls to him.

For the latter had no use for these quasi-Evil GodsaEUR”they possessed nothing but thoughts, memories, and souls.

Their valuable corporeal forms, strength, and energy were absent.

It could be surmised that the Lampbearer had removed those elements, leaving behind nothing but these useless remnants.

Indeed, the beings imprisoned in the Dead Sea Scrolls could be called the dregs of Evil Gods, stripped of nearly all that held value, reduced to mere trash.

Charles neither knew nor understood why the Lampbearer had bestowed the Dead Sea Scrolls upon him.

He had no connection to this True God, nor did he worship him, yet the Sheepskin Scrolls of the Four Seas, despite holding only the souls of Evil Gods, were still Divine Artifacts, their worth immeasurable.

Charles had not worked through many thoughts when suddenly everything before his eyes vanished.

The Lantern Tower, the vast ancient tomb, the TempleaEUR”all disappeared, leaving him floating in midair with only the Dead Sea Scrolls in his hand.

Stunned for a good while, Charles carelessly stored the Dead Sea Scrolls away, thinking to himself, “The Lampbearer is passing the buck!”
“What kind of trap has he laid for me?”
“The Dead Sea Scrolls might be a Divine Artifact, but they cannot be used to enhance strength, only for weapon crafting.”
“Weapon crafting?”
Charles suddenly felt as though a great door had been opened to him, flooded with myriad possibilities.

Without hesitation, he changed direction and headed straight for MecklenburgaEUR”he had something to verify.

This time, as Charles proceeded, no ominous signs of danger presented themselves; he safely returned to Mecklenburg and to the Great Temple of the Serpent of Destiny.

Charles summoned Shawn Connor and William Triton.

Without any pleasantries, he asked, “If I could provide a kind of energy, exceedingly dangerous yet nearly inexhaustible, what kind of weapons could you forge?”
Shawn Connor had never considered this question and immediately fell into deep thought.

William Triton’s eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, “I could craft Chiliarchs, even Legionnaires!”
“To forge high-priced, even Sacred-level alchemical weapons.”
Charles nodded and said, “I want you to lead a project to develop new weaponry, and I’ve found a bunch of Alchemists to assist you.”
Both were unaware of where Charles could possibly have found a group of Alchemists, as alchemy was an exceedingly expensive profession with few practitioners across the continent.

Most down-on-their-luck Alchemists, lacking funds for experimentation, were of very poor caliber.

Although William Triton had wildly imaginative designs, his actual skills were mediocre.

The sufficiently skilled usually had their alchemy workshops and were very wealthy, essentially unrecruitable.

Charles didn’t bother with details; he simply gave a few instructions before sending them to prepare.

Alone now, Charles placed the Emerald Tome atop the roof of the Temple of Destiny.

This object feared no thieves, for it was ever a Divine Artifact crafted by the Serpent of Destiny.

When the Emerald Tome was embedded in the roof of the Temple of Destiny, the divine radiance enveloping Mecklenburg intensified by at least fivefold.

Charles silently prayed, “Oh ancient Alchemical Gods!

Please help me design a weapon endowed with the power of Evil Gods’ souls, a weapon of unparalleled might.”
“Humanity needs this batch of weapons, as does the Serpent of Destiny.”