Chapter 297: Eternal Night Opera House
“As a place where a Demigod is sealed, isn’t this defense a bit too weak? And they even chose an old castle as the sealing point. Are they afraid that others won’t be able to find it?” Owen complained, kicking away a Skeleton Knight that was gradually reassembling under the influence of the Power of Death.
Silvia didn’t know how to respond to Owen’s complaint. Thinking about it from another perspective, she would probably do the same. For example, she had thought about turning her father, mother, brother, and sister into undead and sealing them in the deepest part of the castle, so she could visit them when she was bored. Now that she thought about it, it was indeed unnecessary.
“The Eternal Night Hall is just ahead. The Blood Prince is sealed in the deepest part of the Eternal Night Hall,” Silvia changed the subject, pointing to a cathedral-like building ahead.
“Eternal Night Hall, I remember you said that one of the four monsters is called the Queen of Shadows, the Songstress of Eternal Night. Is this hall related to her?” Owen stopped and tapped his palm with the Elder Wand.
“That’s right. And the family’s explorers stopped at the Eternal Night Hall before. I suspect the Queen of Shadows is there,” Silvia said the most terrifying fact in the calmest tone, causing Owen to turn around and want to leave as soon as he heard it.
A sealed Demigod. With his trump card, it wasn’t impossible to capture him. If there were no accidents, the success rate was still very high.
If it were a Demigod in full strength and able to move freely, Owen might die before he could even use his trump card.
“It’s just a guess. If it’s true, we won’t be able to bring the information back,” Silvia added, seeing that Owen had already turned around.
Before the battle between the two broke out, Silvia had a 30-50% chance of achieving her goal with the family’s years of preparation. But now she had no confidence at all, so she had to bring Owen, whom even she couldn’t see through, as insurance to add another layer of strength.
Even if there was one more competitor to fight for the spoils afterward, it didn’t matter. Because only if they succeeded would they have the opportunity to distribute the spoils. Otherwise, there was nothing to fight for.
Besides, she never intended to hand over all the spoils to the family. Of course, she would keep as much as she could. It didn’t matter to her if there was one more person to share with.
Owen hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to go.
He made this decision because he was facing an undead Demigod. His weaknesses were as prominent as his strengths. With Owen’s foundation, it was difficult to win, but it was even more difficult to kill him.
The two walked into the mysterious Eternal Night Hall. The dim hall was filled with the smell of decay. Under the dim candlelight, one could see the mottled walls and the broken floor.
The decoration was even more outrageous. Although it was arranged like an opera house, it looked a bit indescribable due to the lack of materials.
The stage was made up of coffins dug up from outside the city. Because the things inside were not thrown away, hands would occasionally reach out, swaying to the rhythm like a cheering squad. It was quite atmospheric.
The curtain was sewn from the clothes of the dead, probably ripped off, so it was full of resentment. Grim faces often appeared on the tattered fabric, uttering silent curses.
Under the stage, broken tombstones covered with moss were piled up as seats. They were cold and slippery. Sitting for a long time would either cause diarrhea or a cold uterus. However, they were still filled with zombies listening to the opera obediently, expressionless and with blank stares.
At this time, the stiff Skeleton Orchestra began to play, making a creaking sound that made one’s teeth ache and bones sore. Although it was rhythmic, it was even more unpleasant to listen to.
Ghostly Banshees full of resentment were responsible for the accompanying dance. Just one look was enough to tell that they were unwilling, floating around perfunctorily, not even as serious as the dancing grannies in the square.
Only the lead singer was fully engaged, singing very seriously. However, her appearance was a bit young, at most six or seven years old. She was immersed in her own singing, and didn’t even know that Owen and Silvia had entered, or she knew but didn’t want to interrupt her performance.
Owen found a place to sit down and quietly enjoyed the performance. Seeing this, Silvia, who loved the death style, didn’t intend to strike immediately. She sat beside him and enjoyed the singing and dancing together, looking like a couple on a date.
Because of her age, although she sang very seriously, her soft, childish voice was obviously not suitable for opera, making it easy to break character.
However, Owen still listened very seriously because the language she used was very peculiar. It wasn’t any language he was familiar with, but he could sense that it contained something extraordinary.
After pondering for a moment, Owen chose to activate Mysticism and Intelligence Enhancement to try to get to the bottom of it. But his pupils dilated instantly, as if he had looked directly into the Void, or seen death. His own life force also began to drain under the influence of the mysterious power.
At the same time, the ghostly lead singer couldn’t help but glance at Owen. Seeing his state, her eyes lit up, and she sang even more seriously.
Silvia also noticed that something was wrong with Owen’s state, but it had nothing to do with her. Her expression was indifferent.
When he was strong, they were allies. When he was in trouble, she wouldn’t help him. So she was still immersed in the singing, and even had the urge to go on stage and dance together.
The opera ended, and the curtain fell. At this time, Owen’s condition was extremely bad. He had become like a mummy, his hair withered and falling out, his eyes dry and sunken, his body like cured meat. But his heart was still beating stubbornly. Even though it was so weak that it could stop at any time, it still maintained the last glimmer of life.
Under the threat of death, the Ancient Bloodline was forced to retreat to the heart, forcibly urging the heart to beat. But this wouldn’t last long. In other words, Owen didn’t have much time left.
The question was, would Owen die?
Of course not. He was such a person who was afraid of death. If he didn’t have three or five insurance plans, how would he dare to come out and wander around?
As his life force was about to be extinguished, a golden light spot like a seed appeared on Owen’s forehead, and his heartbeat strengthened. At the same time, an almost massive amount of life force surged into his heart, prompting the Ancient Bloodline to continuously divide, replacing the mortal blood that had long since dried up, nourishing his body, allowing him to break free from his mortal shell and evolve to a higher level of life.
The external manifestation was that his hair completely fell out, replaced by long silver-white hair like moonlight. His ears also began to become longer and sharper, his facial features became softer, and his whole person was like he had used ten layers of beauty filters.
All this was completed in a very short time. In fact, it wasn’t that the ghosts or Silvia didn’t have time to interrupt, but both sides tacitly did nothing, because there was an extraordinary existence standing behind Owen.
He was shrouded in a hazy silver mist, wearing a gorgeous hooded robe with mysterious patterns, a tree-shaped golden pattern on his forehead, long ears and white hair that gave his handsome face a beauty that transcended the mundane. He held an oak staff entwined with vines in one hand, and a crystal ball that changed unpredictably in the other. Behind him, a golden ring composed of countless golden gears and mechanisms floated, looking like both a scholar exploring mysteries and a god walking among mortals.
Most importantly, he looked exactly like Owen, except that his temperament was different, more rational, and colder. This was Owen’s Patronus, the Ancient Sage of Antiquity.
