The Wizard World (Part 2)

Chapter 368: The Snake Honor (1)

Translator: Leo Editor: Nou

The eye on the around was still glancing around curiously.

Angele observed the eye for a while and removed the broken pieces of magic stones.

However, the eye was still there.

'What creature is this and where does it come from?' Angele was confused. He stood up and pointed at the circle. A large metal piece was released from his hand and covered the eye.

He returned to the skeleton soldier. After thinking for a while, he pressed on its skull.

*Crack*

The skull broke into pieces, and the whole skeleton soldier fell apart.

The black and rusty ax dropped to the floor as well since there was no longer any skeleton holding it.

Angele picked the ax up and quickly checked it.

The ax had a wide blade, and a sentence was engraved on its handle: "To Chita".

The sentence was written in the universal ancient language and was a bit blurry due to the decomposition.

Angele swung the ax several times in the air.

'About 25 kilograms...' He had weighed the ax using Zero.

His long hair started to shorten, shrinking in size, and returned to its normal length seconds later.

Angele walked over to the coffin in the center of the hall with the ax in hand.

The stone coffin lied there quietly, and the rubies around its edges looked like hundreds of eyes.

He placed his hands on the coffin and pushed it slightly; however, the coffin remained tightly sealed.

Glancing to the sides, he saw that the lid had been completely fused to the coffin.

Angele thought for a while and decided not to open the coffin.

He turned around and started checking the books one at a time.

The books were all about the achievements the one in the coffin had obtained, but the authors of each book were completely different. He walked to the altar as he did not find anything valuable from the books.

He walked up the stairs and stood in front of a burning flame.

The intense heat waves were coming from the flame, but he noticed that it was burning without fuel.

There was nothing inside the bronze container, and the strong flame was floating in the air.

The bronze container was surrounded by dried, black flowers, and there was a silver short sword with a complicated pattern on its handle lying off to the right.

The patterns on the handle looked like two snakes with their mouths open-seemingly as if they were poised and ready to strike.

Angele looked all around, but that was all he found here.

He grabbed the short sword and slashed forward.

*CHI*

A ray of silver light was released from the tip of the sword, sinking into the stone wall on the opposite side.

A slim mark was left on the wall. The mark was dark, and it should be at least several meters deep.

This was very surprising.

'I don't remember applying any energy to the sword...' He held the cold handle of the sword tightly. The handle was a bit wet and the whole sword weighed as if it was made of wood.