Clang...... Clang...... Clang......

The faint sound of the bell, permeating the smoke, seemed far away and seemed near.

Samwell breathed lightly and walked slowly, listening vigilantly to the sounds around him.

The brick and stone pavement of the streets has been reduced to dust by thousands of years, and the roadside is full of ruins, and the surface is covered with charred marks, as if it has been burned by flames.

"I'm afraid it's the work of your ancestors." Samwell patted the neck of the white dragon beside him and smiled.

Cleopatra fluttered his leather wings, stirring up dust all over the ground, and a flame seemed to brew deep in his blood-red mouth.

It doesn't like it here.

Samwell could feel the white dragon's agitation, even uneasiness.

He didn't like it himself.

It's a dead city, filled with an unsettling, eerie aura.

But thinking of the eyeball on the harpy's face that could increase the attribute value, Samwell was unwilling to retreat.

Moreover, he always felt that in the ruins of the city, it was very likely that the secrets of the gods of Giscali were buried.

It might be helpful for his exploration of the occult.

Whether it's to deal with the entangled Laherlo or the minions of the Grim God who will soon appear beyond the Great Wall with the arrival of the Long Winter, Samwell must improve his knowledge and prowess in the occult.

So, he calmed down the white dragon and continued to move forward.

The street turned a corner and around the corner stood a large stone monument carved with the image of the Harpy.

And unlike the Astapo Harpy who grabbed the chains, the Harpy in front of her was holding two lightning bolts-

This is the harpy of the authentic Guise Empire.

There is also a line inscribed below the pattern, which is supposed to be in Gizcali, which Samwell cannot read at all.

One can only guess about something like a guideline.

Samwell continued on, footsteps echoing through the empty streets.

Hiss –

Suddenly, a slight sound caught Samwell's attention, and he immediately stopped, and at the same time stopped the white dragon, signaling it to be quiet, and then tilted his head sideways, carefully discerning the direction from which the sound was coming from.

Hiss...... Hiss......

It was like scales grinding against the ground.

Samwell jerked up his pace and rushed in one direction.

The white dragon flapped its wings and followed with a rumbling step, its huge body leaving deep footprints on the ground.

The subtle sound was completely obscured by the movement, and Samwell chased him to a fairly intact building, losing his tracks.

Maybe he was frightened away by the movement of the white dragon.

Is it the Harpy who tracks herself? Or is it some other monster?

Samwell motioned for the white dragon to stay where he was, and he walked up the steps alone.

Half of the building in front of him collapsed, but the gate was still intact, and a divine aura permeated from the door, making people involuntarily relax.

At the top of the door made of black boulders, a human face with closed eyes was carved, and for some reason, Samwell looked at it and thought of the Heart Tree in the North, which also had a human face carved on it, the only difference may be that the face on the Heart Tree was always crying blood.

There was also a circle of text engraved on the door in front of him, which was probably also in Giscali, so Samwell couldn't read it.

He walked through the open door, which looked like a prayer hall.

The furnishings of the temple had long since decayed and disappeared, leaving only a prayer platform made of black stone.

On the stage was a book with a thick gold cover.

To Samwell's astonishment, after thousands of years, it was so intact that there was not even a trace of dust on it.

When he stepped forward, he saw that the cover of the book was inlaid with a diamond-shaped green crystal, and the edge was depicted with mysterious runes in gold threads.

I don't know if it's a hallucination, Samwell always felt that the green crystal was shimmering.

Can you eat this thing?

Samwell's first reaction was to be so honest.

He reached out and picked up the book, and the cover was made of unknown material, but it was warm and soft to the touch, a bit like the touch of human skin.

Bang Bang –

Samwell ripped the green crystal off the cover and threw it into his mouth.

With a clattering chewing sound, the green crystal was chewed up by Samwell and swallowed with a little difficulty.

After waiting for a while, the properties panel did not react in the slightest.

Samwell was a little disappointed, and opened it casually, only to see that the first page of the content was depicted with an unusually delicate and complex strange rune.

It looks like a dragon with wings ready to fly, but when you look at it again, it looks like a snake roaring with its head high, and after a long time, it becomes a tower made of black stones.

Samwell shook his head suspiciously, and was about to put the book back on the prayer table, only to find that the golden cover was rotting at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, the whole book became a cloud of dust and fell to the ground.

Samwell frowned, thinking about what was going on, when he suddenly subconsciously turned back.

I saw a woman come behind me at some point!

She had a perfect countenance, her silver-blonde hair draped over her shoulders like silk, and her violet eyes glittered with a gentle smile.

And in her hand, she was holding the golden book that had turned into dust just now, and the green crystal on the cover shimmered.

The strange scene made Samwell stiff.

"Are you ready?" She asked with a smile.

Samwell stared at the woman in front of him, forcing himself to calm down, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Silver-haired and purple-eyed, a characteristic of the Valyrians.

Moreover, she was speaking Valyrian just now.

But the question is, how can a strange Valyrian woman appear in the ruins of the capital of the Guggis Empire, the sworn enemy of the Valyrian Empire?

"When we're ready, we'll get started." The woman spoke again, as if she didn't care about Samwell's neglect of her.

Samwell realized that the woman in front of him was an illusion.

"At the heart of Valyrian witchcraft is blood and fire." The silver-haired and purple-eyed woman said, "Blood for fire, fire for blood." ”

As she spoke, she closed the book and drew a flame rune in mid-air with her flaming right hand—

It was the rune that Samwell had just seen in the dusty book.

Like a dragon, like a viper, like a tower.

At this time, this strange rune was depicted by the woman with flames, and it actually carried a trace of inexplicable aura.

"This is—" she began, her purple eyes reflecting the fire rune in front of her, "Blood Seal: Protection." ”

As soon as the words fell, her hair began to fall out one by one, and her perfect face was instantly covered with wrinkles, as if she had aged dozens of years all of a sudden.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl has become an old woman in the blink of an eye, and it's not over yet.

The next moment, the old woman's skin peeled off inch by inch, decayed, deteriorated, and finally turned into a pile of ashes and dust.

It was as if time had passed in her for thousands of years in an instant.

Samwell watched the scene silently for a long time.

It wasn't until Cleopatra waited impatiently outside and let out a roar that he woke him up.

Samwell didn't rush out, but slowly raised his right hand, and the blood in his body lit up a cluster of flames on his fingertips.

The flames traced a trail in the air, eventually forming a mysterious pattern.

Samwell felt an inexplicable aura gather around him, and the blood in his body was agitated.

The heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and a huge force continued to grow from the heart and spread outward.

At this moment, his blood, bones, muscles, and skin seemed to be ignited.

Faintly, Samwell heard a myriad of voices echoing in his ears.

Intertwined and mixed, with some kind of strong temptation, but also permeated with extreme danger, as if to convey some evil knowledge.

Samwell's eyes were dancing with flames, and he only felt a strong impulse sprout in his heart, and the next moment, he involuntarily blurted out:

"Bloodprint: Asylum."

(End of chapter)