Lord of Glory

Chapter 38: We are The FreeMasons

Fast, it was shockingly fast! Windsor and Morris looked at the scene, dumbfounded. The overwhelming shock made them unable to collect themselves for a brief moment. The dragon, Odovic, was now looking at the black-haired man. His eyes showed a dignified gaze and a bit of hatred.

On the other side, the only survivor, the Orc leader, was sweating profusely. His trembling hands dropped the long sword. His mind was blank.

The black-haired man smiled. Raising the dagger in his hand and pointing it at the Orc, he said, "You just mentioned a gift for the Demon Lord. I'm curious, who is this Demon Lord?"

The Black Orc immediately came back to his senses. Unexpectedly, he gritted his fangs and said, "Kill me! The flames and the army of the Demon Lord will trample your human land sooner or later!"

The black-haired man smiled faintly, but said glumly, "If you don't say anything, I'll go to a black sorcerer for aid. Their soul stripping magic is very effective. Even believers who has faith in Belial are able to do it."

Soul stripping magic was a masterpiece of evil magic, a branch of the extremely cruel dark magic. They could forcibly strip the soul of a creature and put it in a specific container. One could do whatever they want to this soul. Whether it was searching for their life memories and offering them as sacrifices to the gods, or using dark alchemy to make evil magical items with it. It was a magic that the Holy See and other forces could not tolerate.

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And as soon as these words were spoken, the black orc's face changed dramatically. His previously dark face turned a little pale. Morris became gloomy in an instant. For a fanatic like him, publicly requesting assistance from the black wizard would be a slap in the face to the Holy See. He, Morris, naturally couldn't take it any longer and was about to stand up.

Grab. Windsor, who was standing beside him, promptly held him with one hand. Her face was more solemn than ever before. She shook her head.

The Black Orc who had an ugly face suddenly took out two scrolls from his pockets on both sides and tore them apart. Yellow light was coming from the ground beside him. As if it had life, the gravel ground moved by itself. It gradually condensed into two massive earth and stone figures. They were eight meters tall and there was a flickering arcane energy in the seams to keep the figures operating.

"Two Earth Elemental Summoning Scrolls! It's something from our Forest of Towers!" the mages shouted. Those were the fruit of their painstaking efforts. Who knew it would be used against them by the enemy? But then, whether it was the wailing mages, the observing barbarians, the inwardly uncomfortable Morris, the silently watching Windsor, or the silent magic swordsmen, everyone was terrified!

When the smiling black-haired man opened his eyes, thousands of stars seemed to flow through his pupils in an instant. The two huge earth figures that were about to launch an attack froze and collapsed, returning back into soil and stones. Everyone was stunned. The mages from the Forest of Towers were all also stunned. Nobody knew what this meant better than they did

The leading mage's eyes were filled with disbelief as he muttered, "The magical structure collapsed? No, that's impossible! It's impossible for the magic that’s activated using a scroll to get a structural collapse! Then, what is this?!"

As soon as the leader finished speaking, a small mage behind him muttered, "This guy, is he a warrior or a colleague?"

The magic swordsman and his gang jumped up excitedly. They believed that this mysterious and powerful figure was also a magic swordsman. Perhaps he was the most powerful among the magic swordsmen. Breaking the myth of a magic swordsman's double cultivation in magic and martial arts.

"You, what have you done?!" The black orc looked at all this in shock. Although he did not understand magic nor did he understand what this meant, he knew that the person who could break apart this magic was definitely not ordinary.

The black-haired man smiled faintly and said nothing in response to the black orc's question. Instead, Odovic, who was standing at a distance, said with a complicated expression, "A power that should not exist. It's been three thousand years, warrior. Are you still not extinct?"

"Neither of us is malicious. It was just a misunderstanding three thousand years ago. The leader has already apologized in person to your patriarch. You're well aware of it."

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Feeling complicated, Ordovic nodded and stopped talking. The black-haired man ignored the Black Orc who was getting more and more nervous. He said, "Odovic! Son of the Red Dragon of Lunacy. You have the right to know my real name!"

The black-haired man let out a series of strange and wonderful syllables. So odd that a human mouth wouldn’t be able to make such a sound. When Odovic heard it, he bowed gracefully and wisely.

"I honor you with your human manners, you are a warrior worthy of my, Odovic's, respect."

People like Windsor and Morris, who had previously been chattering and noisy, fell silent at this point. They felt that the power they were proud of was nothing in front of these genuine strong men. They were so embarrassed that they remained silent and swallowed their doubts.

Unfortunately, the situation was volatile. When everyone in the major forces was getting emotional over the appearance of giant dragons and the mysterious warrior, Unfortunately, the situation was volatile. Everyone in the major forces was getting emotional over the appearance of giant dragons and the mysterious warrior when a huge underground world that was astonishingly large was unfolding. It was thousands of miles away and thousands of meters deep in an unnoticed forest pool. Beneath the heavy rock layers and tunnels, there was a huge underground city. There were stone houses and stone buildings. Everything was made out of stones. There was also a spacious road paved with stone slabs.

Both sides of the road were adorned with beautiful and expensive magic lights that emitted a soft yellow light. There was a ten-thousand-foot abyss between the road on one side and the road on the other side. Cold underground water was flowing from the endless stone wall a thousand meters above the head, falling directly into the abyss. From a distance, it looked like a breathtaking waterfall. Artificial bridges were built so one could cross the abyss. If scrutinized carefully, a dense sequence of runes were carved into these stone bridges and buildings. It was used so the bridges and buildings could stand firm for eternity..

Strangely, everyone on the street was dressed in cloaks and trench coats. These people, men and women, young and old, were either holding books or carrying a large number of alchemy experiments they had just bought from the store. If looked closely, one would find that the majority of the people wearing cloaks weren’t human. There were elves with pointy ears, dwarves with big beards, orcs with fangs, and Mulams with their black skin as they originated from the desert. Occasionally, acquaintances passed by and greeted each other in a friendly manner. The place was filled with delightful peace and good manners.

Past the endless stone houses and buildings and through the countless branches of the stone road, the center of this huge underground city was located there. The most conspicuous thing was not the magnificent castle nor the crowds of people walking through, but a stone statue of an old man with a book in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand, towering over the huge square.

Countless passers-by would always pause in front of the stone statue. They only raised their heads to look at it. After watching silently, they walked away without saying a word. A massive stone slab laid beneath the stone statue. Hundreds of languages, including the elf language, ancient elf language, ancient demon language, desert mulam language, imperial language, ancient sacrificial language, orc language, barbarian language, and others, were used on the stone slabs. The text was densely written, but they all said the same thing:

We are freemasons! In order to search for the truth and prove the truth, we would rather give up our freedom, hold a book and a hammer, and knock down the high god from the throne of truth with the hammer in our right hand. We use the book in our left hand to teach about life so everyone knows the truth. Recognize that their soul does not come from God, but from themselves!