The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 587 - 332: Corpse Dragon Devil Tuber! Research Institute of the Ancient Civilization! (Two-in-One Super - ) _5

Chapter 587: Chapter 332: Corpse Dragon Devil Tuber! Research Institute of the Ancient Civilization! (Two-in-One Super Chapter) _5

Ivita racked her brains but could not figure out what Pan God’s objective had been here sixty years ago.

Wind Bone Granny opened the Duke’s tomb to reveal not a body but a large hole at the bottom.

She said, "Great Lord of the Marsh, this tomb was used to hide our Longhair Tribe’s most treasured wealth. The Duke’s body has been moved. This is where we discovered the Corpse Dragon Devil Tuber sixty years ago."

"It is also where we, the Longhair Tribe, gather Swamp Red Flowers."

"For the past sixty years, nearly anyone who approached this place would be killed by us of the Longhair Tribe."

"However, since it’s you, it is okay to tell."

Ivita asked, "Why reveal your tribe’s origins and secrets so openly, especially since they involve an alien flora?"

Wind Bone Granny shook her head, chuckling. "There are three reasons. First, I like the look in your eyes."

"Second, you are the Great Lord of the marsh, you have the right to know the secrets of the race you rule. Hiding them from you brings us no advantage. It’s better to tell you now than let you discover it later. It would be almost impossible to keep it completely concealed from you."

"Third, the Corpse Dragon Devil Tuber is a treasure of the marsh, not our tribe’s. If someone else could exploit it to better use, that would be the best scenario. After all, you still need the Longhair Tribe to guard this place."

Ivita nodded, understanding that she wanted to reinforce the Longhair Tribe’s position in her minds.

Wind Bone Granny thought for a moment. "There might be a fourth reason. I know our ways of modifying our own flesh seem barbaric to you. But most of these people are descendants of soldiers who had failed surgeries. Their genes have been severely affected and they can only stabilize them by undergoing transformations."

"That’s why I want to explain it to you."

Ivita looked down at the passageway behind the Duke’s tomb, which appeared to be a burglary tunnel. "Are the Swamp Red Flowers and Corpse Dragon Devil Tubers down there?"

Wind Bone Granny said, "There is more than that. There is also a guardian for the Corpse Dragon Devil Tuber."

"I learned from Peter Pan afterward that this used to be an ancient civilization’s research institute, specially studying the strength of the crawling dragon species that lived beneath the marsh during the ancient dragon era. Speaking of him, I really miss Peter Pan. He was a nice man, patient and gentle."

"Unfortunately, he never had the Longevity Surgery."

"As an ordinary human, by now he should be dead. It is a pity. The trouble with living too long is that people you are familiar with all die one by one."

Ivita looked at her sidelong.

You’re thinking too much.

And your impression of him is considerably inaccurate.

Transforming into a hawk, Ivita flew down the hole in the tomb mound. After passing through a dark, pitch-black tunnel, her view suddenly broadened, allowing her to see the cavernous world beneath the marshland like another universe.

In the heart of this cavernous world, vast as a small city, stood a giant Corpse Dragon Devil Tuber. The plant’s exterior was white, but within its thin membranes were red like an onion, and it had bloomed a flower as tall as a man.

The entire Corpse Dragon Devil Tuber gave off an eerie aura.

Even more stunning were the heaps of Swamp Red Flowers surrounding the Corpse Dragon Devil Tuber. These Swamp Red Flowers, the light source of the underground world, had extended countless red tendrils.

They emitted a soft red light.

Such a sight was utterly bewitching.

Next to the Corpse Dragon Devil Tuber, in the sea of Swamp Red Flowers, were numerous bronze bell-shaped puppets engraved with unintelligible characters.

Some were buried in piles of stones, others stood in the sea of flowers, bearing signs of wreckage all over them.

As soon as the hawk Ivita transformed into entered this cavernous world, those bronze encrypted puppets sprang to life, turning their bronze heads. Ivita felt targeted by their spiritual awareness, ready for attack at any moment.

At the same time, however, an emotionless voice echoed throughout the cavernous world.

’First-time wizard visitor to the relics of ancient civilization, we shall offer you a gift. Please choose one of the following three.’

’First, the ancient core of the first auxiliary army Galba, the Defender of Fire.’

’Second, the ancient core of the fourth Sora infantry corps, the Destroyer of Ice.’

’Third, the ancient core of the sixth auxiliary army of Conqueror Shaw, the Thunder Protector.’

Behind Ivita, came the voice of Wind Bone Granny. "Wait for me, Great Lord. I’m old, I can’t keep up with your pace."

"Ah, are you also choosing gifts? I have one of the ancient cores of the Defender of Fire in my hand, but since I am not a wizard and none of the people I know are, I haven’t found a way to use it. If you want, I will give it to you, asking only that you treat the Longhair Tribe well. The Longhair Tribe is the only thing the Duke left."

Ivita raised her eyebrows.

...

In a corner of the Black Sea, on the isolated Utopia-like Eternal Island, Pan God was standing before a boy with defiant brows and eyes. The boy’s eyes and expression were very mature. "Captain Peter, that boy you asked me to keep an eye on has gone into the Death Swamp"

Pan God looked at him in surprise, "Didn’t I ask you to stop him?"

The boy grumbled, "I was going to. But then Santa Claus’s daughter gave him the swamp, and when I tried to block them, I encountered victims of the Black Death. The power of the Black Death servants is increasing."

"That kid Ivita is so lucky, those Black Death servants just happened to stop me from interfering."

Pan God sighed, "In this case, he might just learn what I did there sixty years ago."

"That isn’t a good thing."

The boy suggested, "To cover up that event shouldn’t be hard. Just let the last participant die, right?!"

Pan God shook his head, "It’s too late. I guess the last living participant has already told him. With his intelligence, he must have found the location of the Corpse Dragon Devil Tuber. Once he gets there, what I did will be exposed."

"I was too merciful back then, letting the Duke’s mistress live. But she was my only successful transformation at the time, I couldn’t bear to kill her. Now that things have turned out like this, we can only help the Republic of Belisarius in killing the governor of Central Harbour."