While Nami is still young, invite her to join my ship!

This gargoyle...

Why does it seem so timid?

Aren't magical creatures like gargoyles said to be very fierce?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

"We don't have..."

"You can enter even if you don't have it!"

Without waiting for Rat to finish, the gargoyle opened the door directly.

This made Rat and Zane look confused. What's going on? They haven't even shown the remains of the Tibetan king yet.

"Do you want to go in?"

"Aren't we here for this? If we don't go in and take a look, will you be willing to go back like this?"

"Okay."

The two of them entered the treasury, but the door did not close again.

To explain why, it was because a month ago, an angel carrying a sack kicked the door open from the inside and walked away in a swagger.

...

When we came to the interior of Atura's treasury, it was full of broken and damaged things, as if it had experienced some kind of war.

Rat stepped forward, and countless magic chandeliers fell to the ground. He picked up one of the small lamps and walked lightly.

"Wait!"

Zane suddenly reached out to stop Rat, and then shone the lamp to the ground.

On the ground, a dry and heartless corpse lay there in pieces.

His hands and feet were scattered, and he was wearing a platinum robe.

There was also a silver mask on the side.

"This is something that can only be used in the Pope's tomb to cover the face of the dead."

"This corpse is probably the White Emperor's."

Rat turned his eyes and saw a broken arm falling next to the coffin, and the arm was still holding a cross sword.

"Your Pope is very brave. He is still holding a sword even after death."

He is still holding a sword after death?

Rat took the lantern and turned around, and suddenly felt a throbbing in his arm, as if something was pulling him.

Following this throbbing, he walked to one side and saw a black heart.

This black heart echoes with Rat's arm. There is no doubt that this must be the heart of the Tibetan king.

But why is the heart of the Tibetan king here?

Rat turned his head and looked at the corpse holding the sword, "Could it be that this White Emperor replaced the heart of the Tibetan king with himself and never died?"

"As a result, someone suddenly broke into the treasure house and awakened the White Emperor, but this person was very strong, and the White Emperor was no match for him. Even the heart of the Tibetan king was dug out by that person."

"That makes sense."

"But why didn't that person take the heart of the Tibetan king? Did he despise it, or was his purpose not the heart of the Tibetan king?"

"I don't understand, let's go around and look around first."

"Two of the ten important parts of the Tibetan king's original body are here. Since the heart is here, the left hand should still be there."

"Zane, let's look for it separately."

...

An hour later, the two returned here again.

"Did you get anything?"

Zane shook his head, "Everything with records was taken away, and everything that couldn't be taken away was destroyed."

"The only two things I found that were still usable were a large piece of dragon crystal that was cut off, and a sacrificial instrument."

"What about you?"

Rat sighed, "Same, all the good things are gone, not even a coin."

"Did we really come here for nothing?"

"Actually... not necessarily."

Rat suddenly looked at the body of the White Emperor, "I have an idea."

As he spoke, Rat took out the amulet for talking to the dead.

"Hey, that's the body of the first Pope."

"Although I also reject the idea of ​​blaspheming the holy corpse, we should consider the current priority rather than those moral rules and regulations."

"This..."

"Okay, you're right."

Rat came to the corpse and began to chant a spell. The green light penetrated into the body of the White Emperor, and the White Emperor's eyes opened.

"First, did you seal the heart of the Tibetan king in your body so that you didn't die at all?"

Bai Huang: "...Yes."

"So who killed you?"

Bai Huang: "A celestial being, an angel with ten thousand wings."

Ten thousand-winged angel?

Never heard of it.

"Did the treasures here all go away by that angel?"

Bai Huang: "I don't know..."

Three questions already, two chances left.

Rat took a deep breath, "Then... why did you seal the heart of the Tibetan king in your body?"

Bai Huang: "To...wait for the next pope, and convey...the truth about the world that I have verified for thousands of years."

The last chance.

Do you want to ask about this so-called truth?

No.

"Is there a hidden tunnel or a hidden treasure house here? If so, itWhere is it?"

Bai Huang: "The real treasure is... under the coffin."

"It seems that my bet was right."

Rat clenched his fists, and Bai Huang's body lay back.

"There really is a hidden treasure, I have never heard of it."

"That's right, if everyone knows about it, is it still called hidden?"

"Come on, give me a hand."

The two of them pushed the mithril coffin aside with great effort. After the coffin was moved away, a secret passage appeared underneath.

The two entered the secret passage and came to a deeper hidden treasure.

The space here is not large, there is only a long corridor, and there are many exhibition stands on both sides of the corridor.

Each exhibition stand has a layer of light film to protect the things inside.

Looking at the things on the exhibition stands on both sides, Rat almost couldn't help shouting, "Beautiful, everything we are looking for is here!"

"The Sword of Rebellion against Heaven, the other hand of the King of Tibet!"

"Come on, the remaining question is how to open the ban! "

……

In the north of the continent, on a small island.

A huge black tower stands here, the island is surrounded by sea water, and under the black tower is a large-scale building complex.

This is the famous gathering place for mages, Moonlight Island.

On this Moonlight Island, there is the continent's top magic school, Xinghai Magic School.

And the black tower erected in the center of the magic school is the place that all mages dream of climbing.

The Arcane Tower, the strongest legendary mages in ancient times all came from there.

Being able to climb the tower is not only a recognition, but also a supreme honor.

This towering black tower, some people have spent several generations to climb to the top.

Now, at the top of the tower is one of the four great powers of mankind, the tower master, the master of the magic school. Dean, the first magician on the continent.

Starry Sky Professor, Starry Sky Principal, the owner of many titles such as the Lord of the Tower.

Of course, these are just the names given to him by outsiders.

Those who have really seen him only call him two words.

Supreme.

Now, this mysterious Supreme is sleeping on the rooftop of the tower.

He is wearing a blue-purple robe with dense star veins on it.

His gray hair is casually scattered, and his white beard is also unkempt.

A slight snoring sound resounded at the top of the tower, and there were three little goblins in red, blue and green colors flapping their light wings and constantly rotating around the tower master.

These little goblins are like miniature humans, only the size of a palm, with wings like dragonflies.

"How long has the Supreme slept?"

"Hmm... seems to have been sleeping all the time?"

"I remember the last time the Supreme woke up, it seemed to be the last time. "

The three little fairies were whispering, and suddenly, the sleeping Supreme woke up.

He opened his eyes, and his pupils revealed a bit of weirdness.

"Octopus?"

……