Original God's Dark Priest

In other words, from this moment on, entry and exit to the Old Sea can only rely on Saphir's permission.

The Old Sea has completely become the territory of the Fatui.

After finishing all this, looking at the opened Janus Gate, Saphir turned around and looked at the man, cat, and fish following him: "Are you ready?"

"Everything is ready, let's go." Cassiodoro was the most enthusiastic. This was his homecoming after a thousand years. Even if there were only ruins and loneliness left, he didn't want to wait even a minute.

Scylla and Ada were much calmer and just nodded slightly.

After confirming the status of several people, Saphir let out a sigh and took the lead in stepping into the Janus Gate that she had transformed.

The others followed closely behind and entered together.

After everyone entered, the Janus Gate quickly closed, completely isolating this place from the outside world.

Scylla was very foresighted and led the tide. The surging tide swept everyone forward at an extremely fast speed.

Even though he knew that Saphir was extremely powerful, Scylla still warned him, "It's very dangerous here. Don't leave me too far. I will do my best to protect you, my lord."

"Just take care of yourself. With your small body, you definitely can't withstand an attack that can hurt our adults." Ada couldn't help but say.

Scylla was a little embarrassed. Is it really that outrageous? The master clearly looks thin and has thin arms and legs...

If it knew that even if Saphir's body was hit by Lei Shen Wuxiang's sword, it would not be fatal, it would probably be so ashamed that it would die on the spot.

Soon, a large group of rugged stone pillars appeared ahead. This was part of the danger that Scylla had mentioned.

Seeing these annoying obstacles, Saphir frowned slightly. Her body was indeed strong, but the inconvenience brought by her small size was that her impact damage was extremely limited.

Since we can't use the impact skills of the fire element in this environment that is entirely filled with sea water, should we try other uses of the ice element or rock element?

Just as her thoughts raced, Scylla swung his tail and suddenly leaped forward: "Master, leave these rock pillars to me."

Looking at the positive Scylla, Saphir curled his lips and smiled: "In that case, I'll leave it to you."

After saying that, she told Ada and Cassiodoro to lag behind slightly and hang behind Scylla to avoid being hit by the rubble after the stone pillar was destroyed.

After confirming that Safir and the others had found their position, Scylla laughed wildly and accelerated again, and the sturdy horns on his head directly hit the stone pillar in front.

With a sharp cracking sound, the rock pillar broke into countless small stones, followed by the second, the third...

Scylla did not slow down at all, and he rushed through the dangerous stone forest with great strength.

The sound of stone pillars shattering continued to ring in his ears, and Cassiodoro couldn't help but curl his lips: "If it weren't for the fact that I only have this small body left, I wouldn't have to take this road to enter the royal city."

"That's not quite right, is it? Wouldn't it be easier to traverse various terrains if your body becomes smaller?" Ada was puzzled. "Are there places where you can walk as a human but can't as a cat?"

Upon hearing this, Cassiodor realized that Ada had misunderstood and explained, "No, it's not that. Actually, it's because my former self could travel between different bodies. So if I want to return to the royal city, I only need to prepare a body in the inner city."

"Oh, I see." Saphir nodded.

She can do similar things. Strictly speaking, her current body is also a clone. Her original body was completely annihilated by Sephiroth's sword a long time ago, but the difference between the clone and the original body has long been the same to her.

But for someone like her, the body has long lost its meaning. As long as the soul is immortal, she can reshape her body as many times as she wants.

It is possible to prepare a clone in advance for consciousness transfer, but it is not as convenient as Cassiodoro.

After all, it is difficult for Safir's consciousness to leave his body unless he dies, so it is naturally impossible for him to travel around at will.

Ada was very surprised by this and couldn't help but exclaimed: "That's a very powerful method."

As they spoke, the water flow gradually slowed down, and Scylla reminded them, "We are almost there."

"So fast? I thought I would swim for a while longer." As he said that, Saphir looked up, and the first thing that caught his eye was a golden track, a bit like the patrol ship route of Fontaine, but this one was much narrower and golden.

The track stretches out into the distance, with several breaks in the middle proving it has weathered the elements.

At the end of the track, a majestic city is looming in the water curtain, and the vaguely recognizable silhouette is already a bit oppressive.

Above, sunlight with a hint of blue shone through the water. Saphir felt it carefully and found that the sunlight did not seem fake, which meant that this place was indeed not too far from the sea. However, she was very clear that the royal city of Lemuria was the area with the highest altitude at that time.

If this place were flooded, the entire Old Sea would be nothing but an endless sea surface.

Thinking of this, she even surfaced to take a look. There was really nothing there, only seawater. Clearly, this was a relatively independent space from Teyvat, similar to the Abyssal Palace.

"They've all sunk." Cassiodoro followed behind Safir. He knew what Safir was looking at. He floated above the sea, imagining that the glorious Lemuria of the past still existed and feeling its aura.

Cassiodoro felt even worse.

Saphir looked at it for a long time, then dived into the water again without saying a word.

When she got underwater and returned to Scylla's side, she sighed softly, "It's well preserved, much better than Guiliji."

"Lord Safir..." Ada's heart skipped a beat. She knew clearly that Guili Ji had always been a pain in her master's heart. Now that he suddenly said this, she was afraid that her master might be in a bad mood.

Fortunately, Saphir only sighed briefly and didn't say much. He then began to comment on the architectural style here. "I'm a little curious. This palace looks like a giant... organ? Did Remus do this simply because of the music?"

"Because this palace itself was converted from a giant ship, it was designed for playing grand music." Cassiodoro knew something about this.

As it spoke, it pointed to the track that resembled the route of a patrol ship. "See the waterway extending from there? Although it's broken now, it was from here that the music of the Supreme was spread to all places in the past."

"The entire palace is a giant musical instrument..." Saphir murmured again, with a certain brilliance, "It's wonderful... It's so well preserved."

It can be said that this is the most complete ancient relic she has ever seen.

Thousands of years ago, Lemuria still has such a huge palace hidden underwater. It has not been excavated and everything is still the same as before the destruction of Lemuria...

Ada was also very surprised: "Once such a giant instrument starts playing, the resonance it creates with the water is enough to shatter creatures with weak physical fitness.

Fortunately it has stopped playing, otherwise our position would not be safe."

"It was originally above the water, but now it's sunken. I'm sure the interior has been damaged and it can no longer be played," Saphir speculated. "Even if it can, it doesn't matter. I will protect you."

Ada was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then she smiled and said, "I have always believed in Lord Saphir."

But Scylla discovered something else: "Is Remus really dead?"

"What do you mean? I didn't feel the breath of the devil." Saphir really didn't feel the presence of the devil.

Scylla shook her head slightly: "That's not what I meant. This Eternal City has been underwater for thousands of years, yet it is still so intact. It would be impossible for an ordinary building to do this. I think it must be Remus' will that protects this place.

Otherwise, we cannot explain why that shameless traitor has been able to survive until now..."

"Hmph, I guess Boethius must have been dormant in that palace for thousands of years, thus escaping the erosion of time." Cassiodore's tone was not very good when mentioning Boethius. "And, during this period, he gradually mastered the power of Phobos..."

Saphir rubbed his fingers together, saying meaningfully, "Escape... wear and tear..."

In her opinion, wear and tear is no longer just a punishment, but also a force that can be utilized. Moreover, she has a deeper understanding of wear and tear than the average person. This thing cannot be simply avoided. Wear and tear is similar to energy and is always conserved.

If you want to avoid wear and tear, something will inevitably take on the responsibility for you. The wear and tear can only be slightly alleviated, but it is impossible to avoid it completely unless you find a "carrier".

Saphir's carrier is the Nether Chain, so what about Boethius? What could it be?

The answer is not difficult to guess. It is simply that Phobos regarded wear and tear as noise, excluded it from Boethius' soul, and then attached it to various objects at regular intervals.

Those ordinary objects are indeed unable to resist wear and tear, but even if they are crushed into powder after enduring just a little bit of wear and tear, this little bit of wear and tear will be considered as reduced. As long as there are enough carriers, it is not impossible to avoid wear and tear perfectly.

This Boethius was quite clever and used Remus's inheritance to make a living for himself.

Saphir had no doubt that Phobos could do this. After all, Remus had considered this issue when arranging the lives of the Lemurians. The first thing to consider about a long life is wear and tear. There were already appropriate ways to avoid the wear and tear on the population of an entire country.

Although this guy didn't have much respect for life and death, Saphir had to admit that, at least in this regard, Remus was very wise.

Of course, it is still far behind Akhmara.

Saphir even suspected that Remus had never thought about transferring the wear and tear from the beginning, but chose to use Phobos to circumvent it, which would affect Phobos's performance and cause more noise in the music.

This is very consistent with the signs before the destruction of Lemuria.

If this is the case, then the gap between Remus and Akhmmar is very obvious. Even if Akhmmar is only a remnant of his soul, he can help Saphir completely overcome the crisis of wear and tear in a hundred years and restore her sanity.

And Remus, after thousands of years, gathered the wisdom of so many people and the help of the golden bees, still failed to come up with a practical solution. This is the gap.

As he swam forward, Saphir thought about these things.

It was no accident that Remus escaped from Xumi as a loser. Whether in terms of means, wisdom or force, he was still a certain distance away from the three gods of Xumi.

Before they knew it, they had passed through the thick wood and entered the palace. Before entering, Saphir looked at Scylla and said, "The next move might be dangerous. You're too big and might attract fire. Why don't you look around and mark any valuables you come across. I'll arrange for someone to dig them up later."

"Huh? Isn't this bad?" Cassiodoro raised his cat paw, wanting to raise an objection.

Saphir glanced at it and asked, "What's wrong with it?"

"Aren't archaeologists supposed to respect relics and ancient civilizations? You're doing this..." Cassiodoro tried to be as tactful as possible.

Saphir raised his eyebrows: "You have a point."

Cassiodoro nodded vigorously, and then, in its expectant eyes, Saphir said solemnly to Scylla, "Remember, you are not an archaeologist, you are a robber. After we resolve the matter here, I will be the only archaeologist. The others who followed me in are all robbers."

After saying that, she looked at Cassiodoro and said, "Is this all right? If it doesn't work, I can ask them to change their titles. How about 'Mojin Xiaowei'? It sounds elegant and nice."

"Haha... I'm glad you're happy." What else could Cassiodore say? He knew that since Saphir had set foot here, everything in this palace was probably lost.

The last bit of fantasy in my heart was completely shattered, and the whole person, no, the whole cat felt relieved.

Scylla went to look for the treasure, and Saphir took Cassiodoro and Aida to land at the entrance of the palace at the end of the waterway.

The entrance is a corridor-like facility with golems standing guard on both sides.

Noticing the person coming, the golem slowly turned around and rushed over with sword raised.

"These guys don't seem to know you." Looking at the golem rushing towards him, Saphir said.

Cassiodoro sighed, "He must have been completely brainwashed by Boethius. I have no choice but to deal with it."

It was not difficult to deal with a group of golems. With just a few sounds of chains, many golems were completely shattered and turned into rubble on the ground.

After doing all this, Safir looked forward again. There was a portal similar to a rift in the abyss, which should be the entrance to the interior of the palace.

Saphir walked slowly forward and reached out to touch it. Suddenly, a pink glow flashed across the door. She felt her eyes blurred and found herself in a magnificent palace.

But something was wrong, because she felt that the surrounding scenery was a little hazy, and most importantly...

On the high platform, the man in the orange lawyer's uniform reappeared and spoke in a arrogant tone, "Welcome to my palace, strange... god."

Saphir narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up at the figure high above.

Boethius was a little excited. This was his first time looking down upon a god. After his previous encounter, he was almost certain that the girl before him was definitely a god. Although he didn't know which one it was, it didn't matter. As long as he entered this place, what difference did the god make? They would still have to crawl at his feet.

Thinking of this, he began to feel an uncontrollable excitement in his heart.

However, this emotion did not last long before it was interrupted by Saphir's cold voice: "I don't like talking to people with my head held high. I give you three seconds to roll over and kneel in front of me, otherwise..."

Boethius frowned. Why was this woman so nice to Cassiodoro, but targeting him so?

He didn't want to go down. This was his palace. What if it was God? She would be the one to surrender!

"Three." Saphir's voice was cold.

Boethius clenched his fists. "Don't bluff. I am the only supreme ruler in this place. You are in my hands. No one can save you."

"Two." Safir said nothing, just counting down.

Boethius felt that his breathing was a little short, and the place that was burned by the spiritual fire was still aching slightly, but he didn't think that Saphir could do anything to him.

"Heh..." Saphir raised the corner of his lips slightly, and his eyes suddenly flashed with a rainbow of colors as he looked at Boethius. Aru's dream quietly activated.

Boethius only felt as if his brain had suffered a violent impact, and then his head became dizzy.

But these were just minor matters. What terrified him the most was that the control over this space was being taken away, and he had no means of counterattack.

While he was struggling to seize control, Saphir had floated to his side and kicked him.

"Bang!" Boethius suffered a heavy blow and fell from the platform to the ground, unable to get up.

Saphir looked down at the embarrassed Boethius and said, "You're worthy of playing a mental attack on me?"