The second time he entered the temple, it was still the same: dark and eerie.
However, compared to the last time, this time, the temple not only had the swirling black fog-like evil aura, but also ancient beings emerging from it, driven mad.
It was a spectacular sight, comparable to a beast tide.
Humans.
Elves.
Dwarves.
Beastmen.
And also demons and monsters.
Almost all races appeared here, even some that no longer existed, roaring, killing, biting, and trampling each other. It was a truly horrifying sight.
“[Bestow: Fire].”
At a certain moment, with this incantation, a torrent of flames erupted in the temple corridor, exploding like a fire dragon.
Countless evil beings were ignited in the flames, roaring and wailing as they were burned to ashes, clearing the corridor.
Shien appeared in the corridor, holding the Holy Sword in one hand, the other raised forward, magic power surging around him.
Beside him, Maeve, although she had seen it before, was still shocked by Shien’s magic power and the power of his Bestowal Magic.
The “Fire” attribute wasn’t a particularly high-level attribute in Bestowal Magic.
It was only an intermediate attribute, a type of intermediate magic.
When ordinary people used this magic, they would at most imbue their weapons with the “Fire” attribute, temporarily granting them the power of a fire-type magic weapon.
But Shien directly imbued the building with the “Fire” attribute, causing it to erupt in flames, creating a large-scale sea of fire that swept away all enemies. This level of power and technique, even Maeve, a beastmen priest who had seen many goddesses and powerful figures of the Divine Race with Elise, had never witnessed before.
This was beyond the capabilities of mere intermediate magic, and it wasn’t just a matter of strong magic power.
For Shien to be able to do this, not only did he need sufficiently strong magic power, but he also needed to have trained his magic skills to a very high level.
What did this mean?
It meant that Shien’s Bestowal Magic level was very high.
And the versatility and effects of high-level Bestowal Magic were no joke. Countless magic scholars had discussed this issue.
They all believed that Bestowal Magic could only unleash its true power in the hands of a magician with sufficiently strong magic power and high talent, capable of raising their [Bestowal Magic] level. ℞₳𐌽ȰbËṣ
Maeve felt that she might have just seen someone who could unleash the true potential of Bestowal Magic.
“Boom!”
Flames continued to surge, sweeping through the temple corridors, burning the evil beings to ashes.
However, even so, many evil beings still roared and charged towards them.
“Aren’t there a bit too many of them?”
Shien complained as he used magic to clear the way, walking towards the inner part of the temple.
“…This is still considered few.”
Maeve responded subconsciously.
But just as Maeve said, this was still considered few.
Back then, the number of beings driven mad by Lilith was calculated on a continental scale. If they were all sealed here, then the evil beings that had appeared now were just a drop in the bucket.
Moreover…
“Among the beings corrupted by the evil god’s power and turned into evil beings, there are quite a few powerful figures from various races who appeared on the battlefield back then. If they appear, that would be truly terrifying.”
Maeve’s expression was grave.
Shien also knew that Maeve wasn’t trying to scare him.
Among the beings corrupted by Lilith, there were definitely some powerful figures from various races.
Some of those powerful figures had even reached the legendary level, raising their level to ninety and above.
Therefore, those evil beings were the true threat. If they were released, it would be a huge problem.
However…
“Judging from the current situation, those powerful evil beings haven’t broken free from the seal yet, right?”
Shien used the [Appraisal] skill to check the levels of the evil beings and said.
“That should be the case.” Maeve nodded. “The more powerful the evil beings, the stronger the seal on them. The Old Demon Faction definitely can’t easily break their seals and release them.”
“Really?” Shien cast magic again, sending a tornado of fire through the corridor, sweeping away the evil beings. Then he glanced at Maeve and asked, “What about you? Can you still hold on?”
Maeve didn’t answer.
Or rather, she couldn’t answer.
At this moment, Maeve was clutching her chest, seemingly in pain, her expression contorted in struggle.
Shien could see dark emotions flashing in Maeve’s eyes every now and then, making her look somewhat crazed.