My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

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Chapter 301: Find Him And Sacrifice Him
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“So, all the churches have been repaired, and the priests have also recovered their connection with the gods?” Landhar asked Hoen.

They were in the king’s bedroom in the royal city.

“Yes, all the churches have been repaired; the previously cracked sculptures have all been restored to their original state,” Hoen said as he knelt on one knee.

Landhar supported his face with one hand and leaned against the bed. He closed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought. “Did Macrotov’s civil officials do anything?”

“No, Your Majesty. They just sent someone for Master Antonio. The messenger should still be on his way. He shouldn’t have seen Master Antonio yet! The investigators I sent had only just arrived in the nearby town. They don’t know what happened either. Everything seems to have returned to normal. Macrotov told me to ask for your opinion.”

“I understand. You may leave.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Horn stood up and kept his head down. He walked out of the bedroom and disappeared into the long corridor.

Landhar was still lying on his side, mumbling to himself on the bed, “The sculptures repaired themselves. It’s just as I expected, but it’s a little slow.” Then, he seemed to have thought of something and stood up from the bed. He pushed the bed gently, and a deep, slanted tunnel appeared under the bed.

After tidying his clothes, he bent down and walked into the passage.

The passage slanted about ten meters downward, and there was an underground passage beneath it. There were stone doors that were locked with iron chains, but no one knew what was behind those doors. As soon as he entered the passage, a rotten and damp smell assaulted his nostrils.

Landhar lit a kerosene lamp with the flint next to the kerosene lamp after removing it from the right side of the tunnel. He advanced through the stone doors, aided by the dim light, to the end—it was an antique altar.

The ground was engraved with twisted symbols written in blood that were difficult to discern. Half of the bookshelf had been toppled into the corner. The books on it were relatively dust-free; it was as if they were frequently used. Following Landhar’s arrival, a squeaky sound came from the bookshelves. Then a flicker of a black shadow with crimson eyes passed by him.

Landhar placed the kerosene lamp in front of him and began to chant some ancient and mysterious incantations. Then, he blew at the kerosene lamp, and the orange flame immediately burst with a sound. The color changed from bright to miserable green.

The green flames shone around Landhar’s body, stretching his shadow infinitely. The Mysterious Magic Circle Underground could also produce a large shadow that squirmed and separated on the wall, turning into a blurry outline. There were seven of them.

“Landhar, you haven’t called for us in a few days.”

The first shadow made a statement. The voice was clear and neutral, and the shadow mirrored on the wall was a lovely silhouette clutching a harp. The silhouette wore what appeared to be a hat. He had broad wings and a coiled dragon-shaped tail.

“Agares, God of the Wind and Navigation, one of the seven gods of the Holy Dragon Kingdom, isn’t it a good thing for you to not see me?”

Landhar’s eyes were reflected in a horrifying green color. When he spoke, his body did not move at all, like a rock.