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Chapter 1795 Sealing the Spirit Coffin, the Remains Enter the City (Long Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Dawn City - Inside the City Gate
"What's going on?" The young man stood in the room, looking back at the caravan rushing into the city through the window behind him, and asked with some confusion.

"The consortium's mercenary group has further surrounded Dawn City," an officer said hoarsely. "Now all trade routes have been cut off. According to General Veslow's orders, we are about to close down. The city government has given us a final deadline to let these caravans into the city, so they are speeding up their entry."

"Won't this allow spies to infiltrate the city?" another woman with darker skin and a ponytail asked quickly.

“There’s nothing we can do about it,” the officer shrugged. “We can’t just leave them outside the city. Once the war starts, they’ll all die. That’s how Dawn City has always operated.”

He turned around, his gaze passing through the window and looking into the depths of the city. "It is said that the city government has designated a quarantine zone at the city gate, where incoming caravans will temporarily rest and undergo inspections."

“That works too, but it’s still a landmine,” the woman with the ponytail nodded slightly and sighed. “If this were in Witland, these caravans would probably be driven away immediately, and the lords in the city would have to protect themselves first.”

"Dawn City is truly different from other cities; it deserves to be called the Federation's number one city." The young man who had asked the question at the beginning also remarked, looking at the densely packed caravans rapidly departing outside.

“It’s Mr. Christos who is different from the others,” the officer shook his head. “Before Mr. Christos came to power, this place was no different from other cities, or even worse.”

Drop drop-

Just then, accompanied by a series of urgent alarm sirens, a truck bed squeezed into the room through the open door.

“Alright,” a slightly calm voice came from behind the group, “we should get down to business.”

"Has the stuff arrived, Brother Dester?" The young man turned around and looked at the figure behind him.

At that moment, the burly man stood in front of the carriage door, opened the door, and a series of black metal boxes with simple gilded patterns appeared in the dim light.

If you look closely, you can see that the patterns on the metal box are outlined together, giving it a somewhat sacred and solemn feel.

"We've arrived." Destreet pulled open the door, glanced at the young man, then turned back to look at the other side of the room, where rows of silver-white metal boxes were neatly arranged.

“There’s not enough time,” a young-looking man in black entered from outside, looking at Dester and the others standing in the room. “Our original plan was to go to the crematorium first to give the body a proper rest, and then arrange the entry ceremony into the city tomorrow morning. But now the conglomerate could attack the city at any time, and then there won’t be time to arrange the entry ceremony.”

He turned his gaze to the neat rows of black metal boxes in the carriage and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll have to trouble everyone to move the remains into these 'coffins'."

"Is it really necessary to move them?" The young man standing by the window turned to look at the quiet metal boxes beside him. "Can't we just use these metal boxes as 'coffins' and move them out? And what is a 'coffin'?"

“These coffins were pulled from the warehouse of the Morning Light City government,” the man in black said, walking to the back of the carriage. He quickly climbed onto the top of the carriage, raised his hand, and pulled out a heavy-looking black metal box.

Then, with a loud 'boom,' he landed on the ground carrying the metal box. He bent down slightly, carefully placed the metal box on the ground, and gently shook it to remove the fine dust scattered on the metal box.

As the flying dust settled, the gilded patterns that were originally on the metal box gradually became visible.

An invisible yet heavy aura instantly emanated from the metal box, and the air in the entire room seemed to become heavy at that moment, as if some invisible mountain was pressing down on everyone's hearts, making it hard for them to breathe.

At this moment, Dest, who was standing closest to the carriage, also lowered his head and looked at the surface of the metal box, gazing at the exposed golden patterns.

Beneath the golden patterns, one could vaguely see scattered purple light, gently outlining the patterns and shimmering intermittently.

“This is a spirit-sealing coffin used in Dawn City during the Great Cataclysm and the early days of the Federation. Back then, it was a necessity for large cities,” the man in black raised his head and looked at the crowd around him. “Now the Federation has basically established a complete cremation system and uses urns for ashes. This kind of coffin has been sealed into history, so it’s normal that you don’t recognize it.”

He paused and continued, "During the Great Cataclysm and the early days of the Federation, the transformation of the deceased's remains was not as common as it is now. At that time, some burial customs were still prevalent. Some important figures or heroes even preserved ancient mausoleums, and their burial required this 'soul-sealing coffin'."

“I know that,” the woman with dark skin and a ponytail nodded.
“My grandfather once said that many years ago, there were many unknown ‘mausoleums’ in the wilderness. There was a high probability that some treasures from the Great Cataclysm era could be found inside, or even extraordinary items formed from the condensation of talent sequences. However, after so many years of development and excavation, most of these mausoleums that were easy to excavate have been dug up, and even if they were found, they were empty mausoleums.”

She looked at her companions, "What's left are some terrifying, otherworldly tombs. Encountering them might not be a good thing. I've also encountered some empty tombs; there's practically nothing left inside."

Her gaze lingered on the man in black and the black coffin in front of him. "However, I've never seen this kind of 'spirit-sealing coffin' before."

"Because the Spirit Sealing Coffin itself is a relatively high-level extraordinary item," the man in black nodded slightly and continued.

"Its function is to seal the spirit of the deceased within the body, preventing the body from being contaminated or undergoing any abnormal changes."

"In the early stages of the Great Cataclysm, this technology was not mature, and due to the passage of time, all spirit-sealing coffins of that era, regardless of their level, would decay over time."

"During the period from the later stages of the Great Cataclysm to the early stages of the Federation, although the technology of sealing spirit coffins made some breakthroughs, it was only available to high-ranking officials or powerful heroes, many of whom were powerful superhumans."

"As time went by, some of them even had their innate talent sequences combine with the Spirit Sealing Coffin, forming special extraordinary items, which occupied most of the Spirit Sealing Coffin."

"Even if some of the spirit-sealing coffins are powerful enough and haven't been contaminated, and have been preserved in the mausoleum until now, these spirit-sealing coffins that can be preserved for so long can basically be classified as powerful extraordinary items, and are basically priceless. Those tomb raiders will definitely take the spirit-sealing coffins away."

He looked at the woman with the ponytail and casually said, "So it's normal not to see the sealed coffin in the empty mausoleum."

“Wait a minute,” the young man standing by the window raised his hand and said with some doubt, “you said this high-grade spirit-sealing coffin that can be preserved for many years can only be used by high-ranking officials and heroes.”

He pointed to the densely packed black spirit-sealing coffins in the carriage, "These spirit-sealing coffins, you just said, were left over from the early days of the Federation? Then they are all..."

“Yes,” the man in black nodded slightly, glancing at the densely packed coffins covered in dust in the carriage, “they are all high-grade spirit-sealing coffins.”

The room fell silent instantly, and Dester, who was standing next to the man in black, also looked up at him.

"Didn't you say that only high-ranking officials and nobles could afford such a spirit-sealing coffin?" the woman with the ponytail couldn't help but ask.

“Yes,” the man in black nodded slightly, “that applies to the entire Federation, but this is Dawn City.”

He paused slightly, then said calmly, "This is the foundation of Dawn City."

The young man by the window looked up at the densely packed spirit-sealing coffins and fell silent for a moment.

“Young man,” Dester finally spoke slowly, looking at the man in black with some doubt, “you seem to know a lot about these esoteric things. There are many things you’re talking about that we’ve never heard of before. May I ask who you are?”

“I’m just an ordinary warehouse manager at the Dawn City Museum,” the man in black nodded slightly. “This batch of Spirit Sealing Coffins happens to be in the warehouse area I’m in charge of. They need someone who knows about these Spirit Sealing Coffins to escort them, so they asked me to take charge of this task.”

The room fell silent again. The young man by the window looked up, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "You're just an ordinary warehouse manager."

"Yes." The man in black nodded slightly. He took out an ID card from his pocket, which had his name on it and the title of warehouse manager of Chenxi City.

The room fell silent for a moment, then Dester sighed softly, “Dawn City is truly a place where hidden talents abound.”

“Friends,” the man in black said, glancing at them, “we don’t have enough time. We need to hurry. The entry ceremony is about to begin, and the people outside are waiting for us.”

“Alright,” Dester nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room except the officers. “Let’s get started.”

After speaking, he paused slightly, turned around and looked at the man in black behind him, "However, you may need to be mentally prepared."

"Hmm?" The man in black was slightly taken aback.

But Dester didn't give him time to react. Instead, he walked to the nearest metal box, reached out, and opened the lid.

A strong, pungent smell of blood instantly filled the room and assaulted everyone's nostrils.

The moment he smelled the blood, the man in black visibly trembled, and his entire body showed a clear sign of discomfort.

But he quickly suppressed his reaction, looked up at the metal box, and saw a mangled, bloody corpse in his field of vision.

“This metal box seems to preserve the body from decay,” Dester said calmly, standing beside the box. “But the gang members who killed these young men were ruthless.”

“That’s really outrageous,” the man in black tried to take a deep breath, but halfway through, his nostrils seemed to be filled with the smell of blood, and his whole movement stopped. Then, he let out a long breath and stared at the mangled corpse. “These people are true heroes. Let’s begin.”

He turned around and began to quickly unload the black spirit-sealing coffin from the carriage.

The others immediately stepped forward and began to open the silver coffin, transferring the remains inside into the spirit-sealing coffin.

Compared to the reaction of the men in black, these figures dressed in various styles were able to handle the blurred flesh and blood with a blank expression, as if they had seen corpses that were far more blurred and twisted than this.

The young man standing by the window came over and helped the man in black move the spirit-sealing coffin, cleaning the dust off it.

Looking at the large area of ​​gilded gold on the coffin, he said with some emotion, "This gold is really beautiful; it looks just like real gold."

“That’s real gold,” the man in black said slowly. “Back then, mithril wasn’t as stable as it is now. Gold was the best medium for transcending the supernatural. There was even a recipe for ‘mithril’ back then. The special gold produced had extremely high compatibility with mysticism and could be used as support for various mystical rituals.”

"Brother, you know so much," the young man exclaimed. He glanced down at the gold on the coffin, took a deep breath, looked away, and began wiping it quickly again.

"It's all knowledge on paper. I've just read more books, but I can't compare to you guys," the man in black nodded and said directly.

“If I knew as much as you, I probably wouldn’t have encountered so many dangers in the wilderness,” the young man said with a slight sigh. At this moment, he also focused his gaze on the dense patterns. “Brother, can this really seal off all the mutations in the remains? What about those external forces? I’ve heard that some talent sequences can control the bodies and spirits of the deceased.”

“Yes, it is possible,” the man in black carried another coffin and nodded slightly. “The Spirit Sealing Coffin will not only suppress the abnormal changes of the spirit inside the coffin, but also isolate the spirit’s internal and external senses. It is impossible to control the remains inside the coffin from the outside.”

"Is it really that awesome?" the young man couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's not that amazing," the man in black thought for a moment. "There are situations where this coffin can't be sealed. If there's divine power hidden within the remains, and it's driven by that power, it might be able to break through the suppression."

At this point, he shook his head slightly and said, "However, this is impossible. It is almost impossible for anyone to pray for divine grace for the remains, and it is also almost impossible to persuade the gods to cooperate. Even if a breakthrough is made, the power of the gods within the remains may not be able to break through the sealed spirit coffin."

"Oh," the young man nodded, seemingly understanding, "what is divine power?"

The man in black paused slightly, then shook his head. "Knowing this knowledge might bring danger."

"Never mind then." The young man immediately shook his head vigorously, then carried the black coffin toward his companion.

The man in black watched his retreating figure, then looked away and continued to quickly prepare the coffin.

At that moment, the woman with the ponytail placed a relatively well-preserved body into the coffin.

Then she turned around and prepared to clean up the metal box where the body had originally been.

The bloodstains inside the metal box were thick and smeared everywhere, indicating that the body had suffered severe injuries and was badly damaged.

Upon seeing this, she paused slightly, turned around, and looked at the well-preserved remains inside the sealed coffin.

The body remained there, long since passed away.

Then she shook her head and closed the spirit-sealing coffin.

Outside the window of that room, dense caravans continued to move swiftly, like a rushing and chaotic river rushing into a lake.

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