Chapter 333: Only the Descendants of Saint Michael May Enter This Door

Charlot Mecklenburg ignited a flicker of Bloodfire Combat Energy in his palm, illuminating the path ahead.

The city of Saint Michael was constructed by carving an entire mountain. Not only did it span seven terraced levels built into the mountainside, but within the mountain itself lay seven layers of labyrinthine caverns.

Charlot had already explored three layers and had now found the entrance to the fourth. This level was sealed off by a black stone door. Inscribed upon the door, in ancient script, were the words: "Only the descendants of Saint Michael may enter this door!"

Of course, Charlot was not one of Saint Michael's descendants, nor did he have any intention of abiding by the inscription.

Charlot mustered his energy and gave the door a gentle push. Instantly, black flames erupted from it, manifesting as seven serpentine streams of fire that coiled toward him.

Reacting swiftly, Charlot withdrew his hand before he could be burned. Raising his left hand, adorned with three golden rings, he watched as the fiery serpents hesitated, then gradually retreated back into the stone door. When Charlot pressed against the door again, it opened without resistance.

Shrugging his shoulders, Charlot mused, "It seems this world doesn’t rely on genetic verification. As long as you possess a token, you can pretend to be a descendant of Saint Michael."

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Beyond the black stone door lay an enormous hall filled with ornate coffins. Each coffin was displayed on its own stone pedestal, with tombstone-like markers in front inscribed with text.

The coffins were extravagantly crafted, inlaid with jewels and resembling works of art. Yet they exuded an oppressive, eerie atmosphere that made Charlot deeply uncomfortable.

Though Charlot wasn't particularly brave, the sheer number of coffins made his heart race. He instinctively slapped the stone door behind him, summoning the Infinite Mirror World ability of the Mirror Spirits, creating a magical mirror imbued with power.

The Mirror Gate and Mirror Palace were intrinsically linked. Both created magical mirrors, but their purposes differed: the former allowed a retreat into the mirrored world, while the latter produced a network of magical mirrors for combat. Charlot crafted the mirror now as a safeguard, ready to flee if necessary.

This hall of coffins unnerved him.

Charlot approached one of the coffins and carefully examined its tombstone. To his surprise, he could read the ancient text—it was an epitaph recounting the life of the person entombed.

This particular coffin held the third king of the Saint Michael Kingdom, whose life achievements, when summarized, amounted to: "He lived a peaceful and unremarkable life."

Moving to another coffin, Charlot read its inscription. This one belonged to a queen, with words extolling her beauty.

"Hmm, not much else to say about her," Charlot muttered.

After circling the hall and cross-referencing the epitaphs with the historical records of Saint Michael Island he had studied in Strasbourg, Charlot realized three royal corpses were missing.

One was the first king of the Saint Michael Kingdom, the one who had summoned a divine being and transformed himself into the "Holy Spirit."

Another was the kingdom’s last king, reportedly slain in a pirate ambush. According to legend, his body had been burned to ashes, so its absence was expected. However, the sixth king’s body was also missing—a ruler shrouded in mystery. None of the documents Charlot had read contained any mention of him, despite his reign spanning over fifty years.

Charlot refrained from opening any coffins. Although he suspected treasures or extraordinary artifacts might be inside, the fact that even pirates had left them untouched—or had taken what they wanted before resealing the coffins—convinced him to follow the crowd's lead.

Passing through the countless coffins, Charlot soon arrived at another hall, this one filled with books. Shelves upon shelves were crammed with tomes of history, literature, secret techniques, and even novels and poetry.

Seeing this library-like space, Charlot couldn't help but feel a tinge of admiration. "The kings of Saint Michael Kingdom must have loved reading," he thought.

He wandered through the shelves until reaching a dead end.

This felt off. Being only on the fourth layer of the labyrinth, Charlot knew there had to be at least three more levels. Moreover, the black stone door's inscription forbidding entry implied there was something significant here.

Although he hadn’t found any divine beings or the Saint Luminescent Divine Battleship, Charlot wasn’t discouraged. After pondering for a while, he decided to call Golden Ram Herolf. The old ram had ruled this land for ages and likely knew all its secrets.

Charlot had avoided asking Herolf about the other divine beings due to personal pride. Having faced evil gods directly and even heard the whispers of the Serpent of Fate, Charlot wasn’t particularly impressed by mere divine beings. He also harbored the irrational feeling that encountering one might bring him misfortune.

It was only because Herolf had left a note mentioning a Transcendent Warship on Saint Michael Island that Charlot had come to investigate.

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Just as Charlot was about to leave, the three golden rings on his hand began to glow. His vision darkened momentarily, and he found himself transported to another space entirely.

This new area was vast, unlike the previous four levels. There was no smooth floor or signs of excavation—only a natural cavern. Floating in its center was the Holy Spirit of Saint Michael.

Charlot hadn’t had a good look at this divine being before. During its earlier appearances, its overwhelming presence and immense Divine Field had paralyzed even Saint-rank combatants. Charlot hadn’t dared to approach. Now, he could see it clearly—a strikingly handsome figure, seemingly asleep, its eyes closed and motionless. Its divine field had contracted into a cocoon of light enveloping it.

Though Charlot had the golden rings, he had no intention of disturbing the Holy Spirit. Discovering that the fifth layer required the rings to access was satisfying enough.

"This kind of discovery is far more thrilling than interrogating Herolf," Charlot thought.

As he studied the Holy Spirit, Charlot noticed a pile of bones in a corner of the cavern. Curiosity piqued, he walked over to inspect it. The bones had been moved many times and were now scattered and incomplete, with nothing of value left behind.

Charlot speculated that these remains belonged to the first king of Saint Michael Kingdom. After claiming the body of a divine being, the king’s mortal body must have been discarded here. Herolf had likely visited this place, as had others who had looted anything worthwhile, leaving only the bones.

In Charlot’s previous life, although cremation was common, the concept of resting in peace remained deeply ingrained. With a wave of his Blood Rose, he dug a shallow grave and buried the remains.

Suddenly, a faint laugh echoed in the cavern, carrying an indescribable sense of joy.

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