Chapter 165: Great Shaman

Hu Ake Li Alliance, Nasca City.

On the broad sparse‑tree plain sits a city of exquisite lines, like a perfect geometric pattern.

Te'ao Diwa Kan sits quietly in the grand temple, staring intently at his own toes, tugging awkwardly at his crude beast‑skin garment.

He feels out of place here; everything in Nasca City is so unfamiliar to him, a Nik Saran from the jungle.

But he has no choice but to come.

The temple doors are pushed open, the sound startling Te'ao Diwa Kan; he lifts his head blankly and sees an elder in fine cotton clothing enter. His eyes are clouded, hair white, dark skin creased with age, looking extremely ancient, the only notable thing being a sun‑shaped emblem on his chest.

But Te'ao Diwa Kan dares not delay; he hurriedly stands, bows respectfully and says, "Great Shaman."

The elder, expressionless, nods, his clouded gaze fixed on Te'ao Diwa Kan, yet seeming to look through him at a meaningless void.

"The chieftain of the Tula Clan?" the hoarse old voice asks.

Te'ao Diwa Kan nods.

"Tell me, what happened in the Death Rainforest?" the elder asks slowly.

Te'ao Diwa Kan pauses, seemingly gathering words to describe it.

"The dragon in Dilong Volcano has disappeared."

"Disappeared?" the elder blinks, then squints.

"Those things have emerged?"

Te'ao Diwa Kan remains silent for a moment, then nods with difficulty.

"Hmph! Guarding those things is a task personally assigned by the great Taizi Ka; if you can't handle this, do you intend the whole clan to be blood‑sacrificed?!"

Te'ao Diwa Kan suddenly feels short of breath, a deep terrifying pressure radiating from the elder's body; his skin feels the air turn scorching, his blood boiling.

"I—I'm sorry, Great Shaman." Te'ao Diwa Kan says with difficulty.

"Without that dragon's Dragon Might, those monsters—no, those divine‑favored ones—have all gone berserk. The entire Tula Clan mobilized to stop them from leaving, but their mind‑confusing power is too great."

Te'ao Diwa Kan thinks of his kin's tragic fate, a flash of pain crossing his eyes.

The skull torn open, the brain devoured; now the Tula Clan has only him left.

The elder's expression darkens, recalling the monsters that crawled up from the Eastern Coast three years ago and the tremendous effort it took to subdue them, causing a headache.

He is absolutely loyal to the great Sun incarnation Taizi Ka, yet even he must admit how unreasonable the divine decree Taizi Ka issued was.

"Find a way to restrain these monsters; do not harm them, and do not let them escape surveillance."

Each of those monsters possesses terrifyingly bizarre power; anyone who sees them is instantly controlled and becomes their prey. Facing such monsters, the correct choice is to find a way to kill them all.

But the shaman has no way.

He must begin to devise how to restrain those monsters.

And that red dragon is his solution.

The ancient red dragon's Dragon Might is an unchallengeable authority for most Monsters; though those monsters wield bizarre mind‑controlling power, they are still bound by it. "They all fled, why are you still alive coming back? What a useless waste!"

A flash of ruthlessness passes through the elder's eyes; just as he intends to burn this useless subordinate to ash, a mutation erupts!

The entire temple suddenly emits a violent hum, piercing red light flickering on the statues of Taizi Ka and Azur at the center.

"What?!" the elder's expression changes dramatically, and he rushes out of the temple, looking at the massive pyramid in the city's center—twice the size of Tikar City's—where a huge crack has appeared on its surface.

A water‑blue ripple forms beside the elder, and a striking young woman, black‑pearl like, steps out of it.

She frowns and says, "A pyramid has been destroyed."

The elder closes his eyes and nods, "The Harmony Greenfield ritual has been broken. What's going on? Even the kingdom's people couldn't destroy a pyramid; why is this happening?"

The woman's voice is cold and oily like a poisonous snake: "It's Tikar City. I just received a message from Tikar's shaman: two giant dragons have invaded the city."

"Giants? Damn, the giant dragon of Dilong Volcano disappeared; could it be that one?" the elder ponders.

"The red dragon vanished?! What about those monsters? What will happen to them?" the woman exclaims.

The elder grimly shakes his head, "What else could be done? The Tula Clan was wiped out, and the monsters fled when the red dragon disappeared."

!

The woman closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, calming her fury.

After a while, she says calmly, "Solve them one by one. First send scouts to Tikar to assess the situation; if the pyramid is completely destroyed, rebuild one, and the Harmony Greenfield ritual must be re‑established, otherwise my god's wrath is beyond what we can bear."

"Also, those monsters—I will capture them myself. I have already erected an obelisk per my god's command; the sacrificial rite cannot lack those monsters."

The elder nods, "Then it's yours, Tichi Si."

The woman snorts coldly, "Just mind your own affairs, Kuso."

A deep‑blue ripple appears again, envelops the woman, then vanishes.

——

Naimi Xisi does not know how much damage his act of diverting the red dragon to attack Tikar will cause to the Church of the Water and Fire Gods.

At this moment he looks at the transparent crystal sphere about a meter in radius in his hand, his expression excited.

"That's it—the pyramid's spell amplifier!"

Naimi Xisi cradles the crystal sphere as a treasure, before him the pyramid already collapsed into ruins.

After deliberation he still chooses violent demolition, and this crystal sphere sits at the pyramid's core, where the shaman stood before dying.

Naimi Xisi searched his memory inheritance for a long time but found no relevant information.

However, he learned some details about the crystal sphere from the surviving Nik Saran people.

They call this crystal sphere — the Sun God's Praise.

Shamans wield the crystal sphere, converting mana into a highly lethal golden energy; the pyramid relies on this function of the sphere to unleash that golden ring attack.

Naimi Xisi tried it and found it true; this crystal sphere seems to harmonize with extreme positive energy, converting any mana into that form of energy.

However, the conversion strength is limited and lacks amplification; clearly it still needs appropriate Rune pairing.

Fortunately, the book *Mage Tower Construction Guide* contains complete knowledge; with this crystal sphere, Naimi Xisi finally has hope for the spell amplifier he's been yearning for.

End of chapter