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The couple were stunned when they saw the Lion King and Mordred. They looked back and forth between their daughter and the two, and the more they looked, the more similar they seemed. Their expressions gradually became strange.
"Excuse me, who are you? What business do you have with us?"
In the end, it was the father who stepped forward and asked Maren for advice.
Ma En reiterated the identities of the two men, then looked at the little girl behind the man and said, "The changes in her are probably due to the Pendragon factor within her being triggered by the arrival of King Arthur."
"I see." Zi nodded, indicating that he understood.
At the same time, he felt a slight sense of relief. Ever since the changes in his daughter, he hadn't slept well for a single day and had been on tenterhooks every day.
Firstly, there was the fear that this might harm their daughter, and secondly, there was the ritual of this village and this clan.
He also knew about the resurrection ritual, so he was very worried that his family would be captured and used as vessels for that thing.
Now that he knows the ritual is doomed to fail, he can finally rest easy.
At this point, Maren revealed his purpose: "Actually, besides retrieving that Holy Lance, I also have something to discuss with your daughter."
"Of course, don't get me wrong, it's nothing dangerous."
"Let me reintroduce myself. I am a magician. Although it sounds like I'm bragging, I am indeed a top-notch magician. If possible, I would like to take your daughter as my apprentice."
"She possesses the Red Dragon Factor, and due to this resonance mutation, she is very close to the level of King Arthur. Her magical aptitude is extremely high. If she studies magic, she will surely achieve great things in the future."
"At the same time, I've also told you frankly that if other magicians knew about her abilities, they would definitely target her for various reasons, wanting to take advantage of her. If she continues to live here with you, problems will inevitably arise sooner or later."
"A magician is a creature with a different set of preconceived notions than ordinary people. If she falls into the hands of another magician, she'll probably end up in a bad situation."
"Of course, I'm an exception. If you don't trust me, you should at least trust King Arthur next to you."
"So, rather than letting her be in danger and wasting her talent here, it's better to let me educate her. Only when she masters the power herself can she better protect herself."
Marx and Engels went on and on, explaining the cause and effect, the pros and cons, before finally shutting up and letting the other party digest the information.
This wasn't something Maren deliberately made up to scare the other party; it was the truth. Once the resonance and synchronization within Gray were complete, she would even awaken the Dragon Factor and grow a Dragon Heart.
At that time, the amount of magic in Gray's circuits will soar to an incalculable EX level, possessing terrifying magical power that almost no one in the contemporary era can match.
Furthermore, the unique characteristics of its magic circuits are unlike anything from the modern Age of Gods, making it a truly unique masterpiece in the world.
With such talent but no power, she would inevitably arouse the envy of magicians, and in the end, for whatever reason, they would all make a move against Grey.
A troubled look immediately appeared on the man's face: "Even if you say that, I... It's not that I don't trust you, but please allow our family to discuss it."
"No problem, we still have time, you can discuss it slowly."
Maren also knew that this kind of thing couldn't be rushed; no one would entrust their daughter to him based solely on his word after just one meeting.
Kidnapping? Bah! After failing to persuade them once, Ma En didn't linger any longer and turned to leave with everyone, heading towards the cemetery.
At that moment, the village chief of Bem suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Without waiting for a reply, the old man asked, "You want to take back that Holy Lance?"
He had just heard that Marne was actually going to retrieve the Holy Lance.
The village chief objected to this, after all, this thing had been passed down in their village for over a thousand years and was extremely symbolic.
"Otherwise what? Keep it for the New Year? This thing is just a time bomb here."
Marne rolled his eyes and stopped talking to him, continuing to walk towards the cemetery.
A soul has been born within this holy lance. Although it is uncertain whether it is good or evil, if it continues to be left unattended, problems are bound to arise.
There's no need for a resurrection ritual. It stays with the Holy Lance for so long that it will eventually be affected by the Holy Lance, causing some mutations.
For example, it is not impossible for him to appear directly as a spirit.
If it decides to do evil or something it believes to be a good deed, and ends up harming innocent people, that possibility cannot be ruled out.
In short, there is too much uncertainty, so we can't just leave it unattended; we have to take it away.
The village chief, 403, wanted to say something, but Ma En waved his hand and said, "Alright, didn't you see the original owner is here? This can be considered returning it to its rightful owner."
"..." The leader was speechless and could only watch the group walk away.
What else can they do? They've even brought out the original owner; at most, they're just being entrusted with safekeeping, not even considered owners.
"Sigh~, whatever, let them take it, along with that damned mission." The village chief could only sigh like this.
After all, they have no use for this thing. It might even trigger their emotions and remind them of that ridiculous mission that went wrong from the very beginning. It would be better to just let it go and be done with it.
Here, Ma En and others also arrived at the cemetery.
Let Mordred and the children stay behind so they won't be frightened if they follow, while Marne takes the Lion King inside.
In front of a small wooden hut in the cemetery, a tall, thin old man with shoulder-length hair and a full beard was already waiting.
"I've heard about what happened between you two. You've come to take the Holy Lance, haven't you? I guessed it."
Without wasting words, the other party went straight to the point: "My name is Belsac Brakmoya, I am the caretaker of this tomb, and also the guardian of the Holy Tomb. Follow me."
Chapter 172 King of Falsehoods, King of the Dead!
With that, Belsac led Marne and the Lion King deeper into the cemetery.
Deep inside was an altar. Belsak stepped forward and touched a mechanism, opening a passage leading underground.
"This is the Holy Tomb, the place where the resurrection ceremony was held. The things you want are down here, but before you go down, I have a favor to ask of you."
Marne and the Lion King looked at the calm-looking old man, who sighed softly and said:
“Our clan has a mission to complete the resurrection ritual for generations, and my lineage is the maintainer of the ritual. Generation after generation, master to disciple, disciple to disciple, we guard this cemetery in an endless cycle.”
“We have witnessed the rise and fall of this Temple of Earth, and the birth, aging, sickness and death of our clan. We are not only protecting this cemetery, but also protecting our clan, so that our clan will not be disturbed by the spirits of the dead that arise here.”
"Although it was all just a ridiculous illusion in the end, there are still deep feelings attached to this place. So, if possible, I hope you can get rid of that soul inside."
"It's almost become undead, threatening the safety of this village. Once it's defeated, the yin energy here will slowly dissipate, the undead will no longer breed, and our lineage of tomb guardians can finally put down its mission."
Upon hearing this, Marx and Engels were immediately filled with awe.
Regardless of the mission of this clan, this little old man, or rather, these tomb keepers throughout the ages, are all respectable people.
Regardless of rituals or anything else, generation after generation they have stayed away from the crowds, guarding this cemetery alone, solely for the safety of the village, silently protecting this land and its people.
"Don't worry, we'll definitely solve that problem," En immediately assured, patting his chest.
Even if Belsak hadn't said anything, with the Lion King here, Marn wouldn't have let such a dangerous being go unchecked, leaving him as a threat to the village.
Belsak nodded and led the way into the underground passage.
The three of them went underground to a tomb chamber. It was eerily quiet and gloomy. Although there was nothing scary about it, just standing there made them feel a chilling cold.
In the center of the tomb chamber, on a platform, a lantern with a small locked box rests quietly.
That was the sealing shroud of Rungomminiad, which sealed Rungomminiad within, to prevent the holy spear from losing its mystique in the future when its mystique faded.
It has to be said that this was the only thing Morgan did right in this matter. It was precisely because of her method that the Holy Lance has been preserved intact to this day, and its power has not diminished at all.
Bersak then took it off and handed it to the two men.
Marne took it and examined it. Seeing that the simulated personality on it had not yet awakened, he stopped worrying about it and put it directly into his Gate of Babylon.
Boom~!
The moment Marne put away the Holy Lance, the tomb trembled violently, as if some being had sensed the disappearance of the Holy Lance and was therefore enraged.
"It's here, it's that undead!" Ersak's expression changed as he warned.
The next moment, a terrifying death aura surged out, rushing towards the three of them like a tidal wave.
Marne and the Lion King were completely unharmed. One was protected by divinity, and the other by the blessing of the Limitless Realm. They were not afraid of such a low-level negative aura as death energy at all.
However, Belsak was not so lucky. He was hit on the spot and was devoured by the massive amount of death energy. His body trembled instantly, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression became ferocious.
"Purify!"
At the critical moment, it was Marne who reacted and unleashed a beam of white light that covered Belsak and dispelled the death aura emanating from him.
Then Ma En frowned slightly and said, "It's dangerous here. You should go up and wait for news."
He had underestimated the undead. Even the necromancer Belsak was instantly consumed by its death aura. It was incredibly powerful.
"I'll leave it to you." Ersak nodded, knowing he couldn't be of much help and would only be a hindrance if he stayed, so he quickly returned the way he came and left the tomb.
After Belsak left, Marne and the Lion King exchanged a glance, drew their weapons, and looked warily at the innermost throne in the tomb.
The deathly aura surged and then suddenly coalesced, forming a black figure on the throne.
The figure had a face like the Lion King, but a different height, only about 1.5 meters tall. It had no ahoge (cowlick), and a pair of lifeless black eyes with a faint ghostly flame inside.
This is the ghost summoned by Morgan, a fake King Arthur.
It sat blankly on the throne, its ghostly eyes fixed on the two people—no, it should be said that it was Mar and Eng.
"Tsk, still pretending even now, and not even pretending properly. Isn't this just obviously telling others the difference between you and the real thing?"
Ma En curled his lip and began to criticize the undead's appearance.
"Give it back!"
A hoarse, chilling voice came from the undead's mouth, and then it stood up, floating and waving its hands as it attacked Marne.
Maren didn't back down at all. He gripped the Tang sword tightly with both hands and slashed straight at the target.
Poof~!
"what!!!"
With the sound of a long knife piercing flesh, the ghostly figure screamed in agony.
Maren's Tang sword is his favorite weapon, a Zanpakuto, specifically designed to slay spirits, and has an extremely strong special attack bonus against spirits.
Having witnessed the power of the cleaver, Ghost Shadow quickly retreated, paused for a moment, and then charged towards the Lion King again.
But upon seeing the holy lance in the Lion King's hand, he suddenly stopped.
The atmosphere became awkward for a moment. Ghost looked at the two, wanting to make a move, but then realized with dismay that both of them were troublesome and had weapons that were specifically designed to counter it.
On the other hand, it had its sacred lance, which sealed the Mystic Code, put away by Marne, leaving it empty-handed.
This is ridiculous! How am I supposed to fight this?!
Are you two bullying me?!