Chapter 777: Chapter 250: Did Elder Clinton Erect the Stele Himself?
The dragon-phosphorus serpent chased the fleeing spell clay pot and left the divine temple, seeming to alleviate the crisis.
Leonard Churchill was still contemplating whether to take some of the “Corrupt Blood Mediator” from the blood pool.
He could absorb it once the threat of corruption was dealt with.
After all, such pure Extraordinary Traits were very hard to come by.
But before long, a mysterious force swept through and completely drained the blood pool.
Leonard suspected it was the “Crimson Corruption” that had used up the spirit mediums sacrificed by the vampire believers as it fled.
Similarly, the god statues that were the transformed ancestors of the White Family disintegrated into powder, converging into an invisible divine power and disappearing into the void.
From this, it seemed that the battle between the jar and the serpent raging somewhere outside was intense.
Both were wearing each other down.
Fortunately, the battlefield was not within the temple, so Leonard felt relatively secure.
As for the two who were unconscious, Elder Clinton had checked and said “they’re alright,” so they weren’t seriously harmed.
Having unexpectedly acquired a “Ring of God Stealer” of Disaster-item level, Leonard was quite pleased.
After pondering for a moment, he began to meditate cross-legged.
Not long after, Vera Williams and Pigeon awoke from their unconscious state.
As Vera opened her eyes, she saw that old face with the gap-toothed grin sizing her up, and heard him mutter to Leonard, “The girl’s awake…”
Vera seemed as if her soul hadn’t quite returned, her face blank with confusion.
Pigeon, being patted awake by Elder Clinton, also came to.
Looking at the ruined temple around them, they both felt as if they were in a dream.
They had thought they were goners, yet here they were, alive.
With a myriad of thoughts rushing in her head, Vera was still in shock, the memory of those fervent Divine Believers casting a long shadow over her inexperienced mind.
Finally catching sight of Leonard in her periphery, she inexplicably felt a sense of calm.
It was only after a moment that the young heiress confirmed she was alive and asked, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, what about the vampires? What exactly happened?”
Both had lost consciousness during their battle with the vampires.
They hadn’t seen what had happened afterward.
Leonard didn’t plan on explaining too much and simply said, “The ancestors of the White family left some contingencies, the Contamination Source should have been dealt with.”
Frowning slightly, he added, “It’s rather troublesome. You’d better not get involved…”
After all, that “Crimson Corruption,” even the mentioning of its name, was an Old Day Deity that could cause contamination.
Curiosity about such a being was not a good thing.
He didn’t want to leave them with any kind of repercussions.
Better not to know at all.
Hearing Leonard’s explanation, Vera obediently didn’t ask further.
She then turned her gaze to the scattered Mithril around, blinked, and asked, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, what about the Mithril here?”
If she couldn’t ask about vampires, she would ask something else.
After all, they had come for the Mithril Ore, so naturally, it was of concern.
After thinking for a while, Leonard said, “The contamination is gone, so mining should be possible. But…”
He hesitated for a moment.
The contamination was indeed gone, but there was still one “native” here.
Strictly speaking, this mine vein was discovered by the ancestors of the White family, and there seemed to be a king snake that had lived for thousands of years guarding it.
Although Leonard felt that such a being probably had little interest in such materials.
But if the mining process disturbed this being, it certainly wouldn’t be feasible.
Vera, unaware of his concerns, asked, “What’s the issue?”
Just as Leonard was about to say something, he suddenly felt a surge of a High-Level Creature’s Might sweeping throughout the vast temple.
His heart skipped a beat, “It’s back!”
That might, distinctly characteristic of Dragon Descendant Creatures, was undoubtedly from the serpent he had encountered before!
Perhaps having just chased after “the pottery jar,” the Dragon-Scaled King Serpent returned exuding a tangible killing intent within its aura.
This might, like apocalyptic thunderclouds, was so overwhelming that even Leonard, upon sensing it, felt a leaden weight on his brow and nearly fainted.
Ordinary people simply couldn’t endure it.
Vera and Pigeon had just awoken and hadn’t grasped what was happening before they were once again overwhelmed by that might and passed out.
Not daring to be careless, Leonard snuck a glance at Elder Clinton, who seemed undisturbed, before standing up and looking towards the ceiling.
The giant serpent was looking at the few humans here with its amber, vertically slit pupils.
It was scrutinizing Elder Clinton with a top-to-bottom gaze.
Locked in that overwhelming pressure, Elder Clinton seemed to recall something as well.
His murky eyes gradually lit up with a clear and insightful gleam, as if understanding everything.
Man and serpent eyed each other for a few tense moments.
The serpent spoke in human tongue, “Human, who are you?”
Elder Clinton looked at it, not speaking.
He wanted to speak but seemed unable to remember, nor did he know where to begin.
Leonard, listening to this question, felt his eyelids twitch, “In the end? This serpent recognizes something special about the old man?”
Previously, the serpent showed no hostility.
But now, that might not be the case.
Though he knew Elder Clinton was formidable, he wasn’t sure if he was more so than this serpent.
Perhaps not? After all, this serpent was one of the Immortal Aegis Animals that had lived for thousands of years.
But what did the serpent mean by asking this question? It didn’t seem to bear malice; rather, it was as if it needed to confirm something.
However, before he could figure it out, the serpent suddenly muttered to itself, uttering a statement that shocked Leonard to his core, “Human? Oh, perhaps you’re not. But then, you’re not on the path of spiritual deities either. I’m very curious about what you are? Three thousand years ago, I watched you erect a monument in the temple, and now you return, why is that…”