Chapter 187
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Chapter 187: This Is Not the Divine Throne at All!
Compared to the flat and low stone steps they encountered at the entrance of the hall, the stairs inside were much steeper.
The height was about ten meters, and the staircase tilted at more than a forty-five-degree angle, stretching upward, where a platform that resembled a throne was faintly illuminated by the firelight.
Sitting on the tall chair was a shadowy figure whose face was difficult to discern.
Considering that this is the core of the Divine Kingdom, it might be more appropriate to call this place the “Divine Throne” rather than merely “throne.”
The silent figure on the chair could very well be the true form of the evil god in this Divine Kingdom.
After realizing this, the four of them were slightly uncomfortable.
Although everyone expected that they would encounter the evil god, when this possibility actually appeared just over ten meters away, everyone still felt a wave of nervousness.
The only reassuring aspect is that this evil god seems truly trapped in death.
At least, the Power of the Evil God within Him is not active.
Even when the four stood within ten meters, staring directly at what could be a divine presence, they felt no discomfort.
This indicates that He is not only dead but also that His power has mostly faded.
“We need to go up now.”
The first to react was still Lolth; she calmly stated this and stepped onto the first step.
After stepping onto this level of stairs, she finally felt the last remnants of the divine power.
A feeling that came from the depths of her soul pressed down on her, like a small animal sensing the presence of a predator in the wild. It surged from deep within Lolth, an emotion more difficult to describe than fear or awe; perhaps it couldn’t even be called an emotion.
It felt like being in the vast and empty night sky, with the entire universe watching her.
The pressure was at its limit, the fear was overwhelming, yet it seemed that no action could alleviate this feeling.
Lolth savored this sensation and curled her lips.
“Even after dying for more than ten thousand years, you still won’t settle down… I thought your divine power had completely vanished…”
With that thought, Lolth wrapped her soul in Ultimate Power again and turned to look at the others.
“Having stepped onto the stairs and entered what is probably the realm of the Divine Throne, there is still a bit of divine power left, so I advise you all not to come too close—especially you, Tina, since you are using a divine spell, it will definitely make you feel nauseated.”
Tina, who originally wanted to follow, stood still after hearing Lolth’s words and simply nodded.
“Understood, Master Lolth.”
After listening, Patricia stroked her chin and said, “Divine power… Then I won’t go. Even though it’s residual power, we can resist it with magic, but Dorothy should be fine—give it a try.”
“Are you really certain it’s acceptable?”
Dorothy couldn’t help but feel somewhat concerned.
That was the remaining power of a god; she didn’t understand why Patricia was so confident.
“If you had no issue with divine power before, then what she said should be valid,” Lolth teased, looking at Dorothy. “The blood of a hero truly is beneficial…”
Even after Lolth said that, Dorothy handed the Light Artifact to Patricia. After the latter used magic to safely store the Divine Artifact without contact, she gritted her teeth once more and stepped onto the staircase.
The moment she stepped on it, Dorothy felt the same sense of power that Lolth had experienced earlier.
She wanted to kneel, to cry, to flee… a surge of emotions flooded her mind in an instant, but she couldn’t do anything.
Simply standing here felt like standing at the edge of death.
But this feeling only lasted for a moment.
In the next moment, a sensation like a “blessing” surged in Dorothy’s soul, but the source seemed to be a transcendent power even higher than this deity, silently dissolving its pressure.
This lingering power of the dark god seemed to reach a kind of agreement with the strength inside Dorothy’s body, coexisting peacefully.
“Let’s proceed.”
Lolth was once again amazed by the remarkable effects of the hero’s bloodline, then turned to continue climbing the steps.
The two of them climbed the stairs step by step, and on both sides of the stairs, ancient runes finally appeared on the sloping high platform.
Unlike the runes outside that had completely lost their power, the runes here still had a faint magical fluctuation, suggesting they had not entirely failed.
But similarly, Lolth could not discern their purpose for now.
Normally, a Divine Throne of a god does not need such methods to provide any additional functions… especially since it is located in the heart of the Divine Kingdom.
Inside the heart of the Divine Kingdom, a god is almost omnipotent, and even more so above the Divine Throne; how could they possibly need these runes to enhance their Divine Throne?
With increasing curiosity building within them, Lolth and Dorothy finally approached the bottom of the stairs, just before reaching the Divine Throne after more than ten minutes.
They walked very slowly, taking a long time to cover a distance they could have traversed in a short while.
However, their slow progress was not because of the power of the god; even if the power above doubled compared to the first step, it seemed as though they felt nothing at all.
The reason for their slow pace was simply because the stairs were too steep, making it difficult for Dorothy to climb.
By the end, Lolth even felt as if she wanted to assist the little girl somewhat!
But seeing the stubbornness and determination in her eyes, Lolth could only sigh and continue slowing down her own steps.
Eventually, the two of them finally stepped onto the last step.
They stood before the Divine Throne, also standing before the gods of old!
The white firelight illuminated the once glorious Divine Throne platform, a place not intended for mortals, allowing Lolth to see the structure of the platform clearly.
The seat of the Divine Throne was made from dark greenish-black stone, leaning against the walls of the grand hall at the edge of the platform, only covering one-third of the platform’s area.
In front of this seat, there was a stone platform that rose like a table, on which lay several damaged ancient magic circles and magic device components.
The four sides of the stone platform and the surface of the high platform were covered with countless ancient runes, the magical energy pulsing strongly, almost ready to activate at any moment.
And unnoticed below, above the entire “Divine Throne,” hung countless shimmering, fine threads, gathering along the walls of the hall to the top of the chair’s back, shining brightly in the firelight.
On the wall behind the threads, there were even more dense runes, spreading in circles all the way up to the dome above.
Lolth paused slightly, looked around the entire platform, and couldn’t help but whisper.
“This is not a ‘Divine Throne’ at all…”
She cast her gaze upon the “Divine Throne” above.
The firelight illuminated the figure’s face.
Sitting atop it was a girl who looked young and innocent, with her black hair flowing down and her eyes tightly closed, as if she were deeply asleep.
