At the end of the dim corridor.
Before the bronze door.
Rod glanced at the two huge doors beside him, then at the narrow little door in front of him.
After thinking for a moment, he felt that it was better to be safe than sorry.
He didn't know what kind of ghosts were behind the door.
So, it wouldn't hurt to be cautious.
Creak!
With a slight push, the heavy bronze door opened automatically.
In the dim treasury, a burst of light lit up.
A huge mountain of copper coins, piled up, met Rod's eyes.
Looking at the copper mountain that stretched as far as the eye could see, made up of countless copper coins and exquisite copperware.
Even though he was prepared, Rod still couldn't help but gasp.
His face showed shock.
The cold one hundred million in his bank account and one hundred million in cash in front of him.
The level of shock was definitely different.
And now, he felt that the shock he was experiencing was no less than if a billion were piled up in a room.
Taking a deep breath, he calmed down the shock in his heart.
Rod looked at the dog on the copper mountain.
Its teacup-sized eyes were staring at him intently.
Ignoring the dog, Rod walked half a circle around the copper mountain and came to the back of the mountain.
A pitch-black passage, leading to an unknown location.
"As expected!"
This was what he was looking for.
Rod didn't hesitate, and directly walked into the secret passage.
At the end, a one-meter-high altar appeared in front of him.
A large, ice-blue sword was stuck into the altar.
He was about to get closer, but was stopped by an invisible barrier.
"Barrier?"
Rod frowned. The Witch's magic book recorded basic knowledge of magic.
Including barriers.
Through special magical patterns and magic props, summoning the surrounding magic power to form functional barriers.
Possessing powerful defense and offensive capabilities.
To pass through a barrier, there were generally only three ways.
Find the flaw in the barrier and break it.
Use powerful force to directly destroy the barrier.
Or, meet the requirements for entering the barrier, and then you can pass through it.
Rod just had a slight feeling, and knew that this thing wasn't something he could break through with his strength.
So, the first two options could basically be abandoned.
Normally, the only way to enter the barrier was to meet the requirements for passing through it.
However, he did have another method.
Rod slowly extended his hand.
As a deep light lit up.
Sacrifice!
Since the conventional methods didn't work, he could only resort to some cheating methods.
His sacrifice ability, theoretically, could sacrifice anything.
As long as the other party couldn't resist.
Could a barrier resist?
Obviously not.
So, even the strongest barrier was just a decoration in front of him.
Of course, there was also a prerequisite for sacrificing the barrier.
That was, he had to be able to touch the barrier's entity.
If it was a special barrier that had no entity, he would be helpless.
The indestructible barrier vanished in an instant.
As a feedback, all the principles and effects of this barrier appeared in Rod's mind.
In a short moment, his barrier level was directly elevated to an extremely high level.
It was also a pleasant surprise.
"Under thirty years old, with spiritual power reaching the level of a high-level mage, proficient in necromancy..."
The person who built this barrier was truly a ruthless person.
Setting up so many conditions.
It was estimated that there wouldn't be a few people in the entire Fairy Tale world who met the requirements.
A high-level mage under thirty years old, one in a hundred.
As for those proficient in necromancy, there were even fewer.
Necromancy is a branch of black magic, but few mages cultivate this system.
Because, necromancy requires frequent contact with corpses and the like.
These mages, who defile souls and life, have always been the sworn enemies of the church.
Once discovered, they would be hunted down by countless church knights.
These things were all recorded in the Witch's magic book.
After hundreds of years of persecution by the church, the number of surviving necromancers in the world was very few.
"This sword looks pretty cool."
Rod looked at the large sword stuck on the altar, and directly pulled it out.
The moment he pulled out the sword, a stream of information sealed within the sword instantly flooded into his mind.
"Black Magic Book, Upper Volume, Sigh of the Dead..."
He muttered softly, his eyes fixed on the sword in his hand.
The person who forged this sword was called Augustus, the ancestor of black mages.
One of the strongest black mages in history.
Sigh of the Dead was the name of this sword.
According to the information in his mind, this sword was a magical artifact containing immense power.
Not only could it fuse with various weapons and transform into various forms of weapons freely.
But it could also directly inflict substantial damage to souls, evil spirits, and other ethereal beings.
Moreover, because this sword was forged from the power of countless dead souls.
So, it was imbued with the power of frost that could erode souls, and anyone wounded by the sword would fall into silence under the erosion of the power of frost.
After death, their souls would also be devoured and enslaved by this sword.
Become the undead in the sword, fighting for the wielder.
It could be said that this was a magical artifact that could grow infinitely.
As long as you kept killing and devouring souls, the power would continue to grow.