Chapter 3118: Sacred Hall of Sunset

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“This is strange. Where are the Evil Snake Fighters? It’s unusual.” Anna observed the surroundings.

Based on what she knew, there was always a group of Evil Snake Fighters patrolling near the Sacred Hall of Sunset. They would not allow humans and other monsters to approach the old sacred hall at all.

However, they did not see many Evil Snake Fighters this time. They occasionally saw a few of them, but they kept wandering away as if they were only looking for delicious prey.

As the sunset approached, the sand was painted orange-gold. The ancient sacred hall was covered by weeds and giant vines. It seemed to be rejuvenated in the light of the setting sun. For a moment, they seemed to have traveled through the shackles of time and space and saw an ancient, mysterious, and divine supreme palace between the horizon and the setting sun.

‘There are no guards. Were they killed, or driven to some other places? If this is the entrance of the Evil Temple, can people now enter at will?’ Lingling was deep in thought.

“Rose! It’s the Golden Cold Rain Rose! Look! The inside is full of this special plant! It seems like we are in the right place,” Jiang Bingming said excitedly. He pointed to the flowers that bloomed extraordinarily brightly under the sunset.

The vines of the rose were slender like golden threads, and they climbed around the sacred hall. The flowers were pure red. The wind and the sand blowing around it looked like flames.

The Golden Cold Rain Roses were even more impressive. The golden petals clustered as if they were made of gold. They were stunning. It made sense why the Golden Cold Rain Roses were exorbitantly priced.

Professor Tong Zhouzheng was in front and saw the Sacred Hall of Sunset from a distance.

“Old Siro, go check it first. We got to the Sacred Hall of Sunset too easily. I have a feeling that there is danger around here,” Professor Tong Zhouzheng said to the hired expert, Old Siro.

Old Siro was the head of an Egyptian mercenary group. After his group disbanded, he worked as a bodyguard for many nobles and even the royal families.

Old Siro had stubble all over his face, a head of light brown messy long hair, and smelled like alcohol. After he joined the Hunter Society, the students and graduates did not think he was reliable.

“I don’t want to go to that kind of place. It’s just the Hunter Competition. Who would care about it?” Old Siro expressed his unwillingness while chewing tobacco leaves.

“If you don’t work hard, your villa, yacht, and those little European models you raised will disappear. Stop acting as if you’ll die at any time. You’re a Three Elements Super Level Mage. Act like one and show what you’ve got.” Tong Zhouzheng smiled and patted Old Siro on the shoulder.

The others could tell that Tong Zhouzheng knew Old Siro well. They might be more than just employer and employee.

“Your team is just average. I think only a few can survive,” said Old Siro.

“Ahem… we can hear you,” said Chen He.

“They’re my students. As a teacher, I should teach them some outdoor knowledge. Some are excellent among the group,” said Tong Zhouzheng.

“Okay. I’ll go take a look.” Old Siro chewed a new tobacco leaf.

He wore an old fur coat and walked like a drunkard. However, his temperament changed when he approached the Sacred Hall of Sunset. He did not look like a useless man who would trip on his own legs. Instead, he looked like a fearless beast. The winds and sands around him were no longer messy and formed a specific trajectory.

As the dust rolled up, the figure of Old Siro began to blur, and the sands shrouded part of the Sacred Hall of Sunset. The Cold Rain Roses also disappeared.

They waited quietly. Although they could not see any powerful and terrifying monsters, they knew that the Sacred Hall of Sunset was a weird, dangerous, and mysterious place. The naked eye was unable to detect many dangers.

“What is taking him so long?” Guan Yao looked at the sandstorm that would not disperse. She was worried.

“I think he is exploring the place thoroughly to confirm whether there are snake demons above the Ruler-level,” Professor Tong Zhouzheng said.

“What if he can’t come out? Should we—” said Chen He.

“If he can’t come out, you all have to leave immediately,” interrupted Professor Tong Zhouzheng.

Old Siro was strong. If he was trapped there, none of the students could survive.

“I see a figure. I think Old Siro is back,” said Jiang Bingming.

Jiang Bingming had better eyesight than others. The others did not see anything.

After a few minutes, Old Siro returned to the team. He looked normal and was still chewing his unusual tobacco leaves.

“Darn it, there are many passages inside. I almost lost my way. There’s nothing dangerous, not even a decent monster. You guys can go in and look,” Old Siro said gruffly.

Lingling stared at Old Siro. She felt that the Old Siro in front of her was a little different from before. Lingling could not quite figure out what it was that made her feel this way.

“I thought something had happened to you,” Tong Zhouzheng said.

“I’m fine. However, I couldn’t find the Pharaoh’s Source. Maybe this is just a waste of your time,” said Old Siro.

Old Siro led the way. Everyone followed through the sandstorm that blocked their sight.

One anomaly was that the ancient Sacred Hall of Sunset appeared to be under the protection of some mysterious force. No matter how strong the sandstorm was outside, not a grain of sand entered or stained the dilapidated sacred hall.

Even though the weeds and vines had grown so much that they made the place look like a forest, the sand couldn’t enter the space at all.

They passed through the sandstorm. The Cold Rain Roses in the Sacred Hall of Sunset were even more stunning. They could even smell their fragrance.

Hiss!

Before they could appreciate the flowers, they heard a soft sound around them.

The sky was about to turn dark. It was dark but not pitch-black. The abandoned altars, stone pillars, statues, and walls of the Sacred Hall of Sunset looked particularly strange and evil.

“There’s a strong aura of demons!” Professor Tong Zhouzheng frowned and looked at Old Siro suspiciously.

Old Siro’s face changed slightly. When Lingling looked at him again, she suddenly remembered what was different about Old Siro.

His eye color!

His eyes were black before, but they had turned golden when he met them again.

Lingling had assumed it was just the setting sun reflecting off his eyes, but as night fell, she discovered that his eyes were no longer black..