By the end of the year, it was not the peak tourist season for Sanqing Mountain, but on this day many people noticed that pair of strange foreigners.

A woman was pulling the man down the mountain, and the man was twitching, roaring, and making other crazy actions from time to time. However, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. He was pulled and helped by the woman and walked straight down the mountain.

"Do you need any help?" More than one person came forward to ask. People who come to scenic spots usually have money and leisure, so they are also helpful. "Do you need my help to call a doctor/police?"

"It's okay, this is my husband... He had an epileptic seizure just now." Whenever he met such kind-hearted person, the woman always explained politely. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, the help of the police and doctors. He just needs a rest. Yes, it's just a rest!"

Her Chinese words are stumbling, but perhaps it is precisely because of this that her words seem to be true and credible. Everyone thinks her explanation is reasonable.

She pulled her "husband" all the way to the foot of the mountain. She found a taxi here and left the car.

Everything is reasonable. If there must be any problem, it is when the driver handed over the shift in the afternoon, he suddenly remembered that he had pulled two foreign couples in the morning, but he couldn't remember where he had pulled them. But it was nothing strange. He felt that he was just forgetful and did not think of other possibilities at all.

Mike was still roaring when he was pulled into the hotel room. But it was useless. The woman's power was much greater than his. She overwhelmed all the struggles of the other party almost without any difficulty and threw him on the big bed. The soundproofing conditions of the hotel are very good, which means that nothing happened here cannot be known to the outside world.

A hotel waiter passed by the door of the room and stopped unexpectedly. She heard a sound coming from the crack of the door, which was a vicissitudes and ancient song. This was the first time she had heard such a song. The song was full of sacred meaning, but it contained a kind of sadness that seemed to be extremely sad, as if the world had reached its end. She stopped for several minutes and did not come back to her senses until her companions called her to help.

After a few minutes, when she finished the work in her hand, she came to the door of the room again, but at this time she could not hear the sound inside. She was a little disappointed, but the hotel was very busy and she didn't have much time and was called away again.

In the room, Mike had calmed down. He lay on the big bed with his back facing the sky, looking at the ceiling with his eyes blankly.

"My spiritual foundation was destroyed," he said. "What's going on, one or two, both of them use this method..."

"This is much more powerful than Red Stone. At most, he can only say that it will damage your spiritual foundation." The woman sat on the sofa and looked at her companions. "Look, I suggested that we should retreat in time, but you didn't listen."

"Redstone should also be considered the successor of the ancient heritage, right?" Mike asked suddenly.

"Of course, it's a very ancient heritage. Although the witchcraft system is very primitive, it's absolutely right to call it 'ancient'."

"The Republic is the same, at least for thousands of years... Does this mean that when the casters fight, they attack each other's spiritual base and try to destroy it... is the main way of fighting for these ancient casters?"

"Maybe. But you have to admit that this method is very effective. For example, now, he is an ordinary person."

"It's okay, Jasmine, thank you for saving me."

"And thank you for treating you... I realized that the damage to the spirit foundation will cause such a big impact. I almost thought you were crazy. What does it feel like to be destroyed by the spirit foundation?"

"Not crazy, but it's almost done. I felt part of my essence being taken away, I was thrown naked in the endless void, feeling endless pain and hunger... The bitter cold wind blew over me, and every wind would cut a layer of flesh and blood off the surface of my skin." Mike slowly described it. Although he had calmed down, when he mentioned this, the muscles on his face were still twitching uncontrollably. "Pain, fear and helplessness, and... some other things. How did he do it?"

"I don't know, I watched the whole process, but I can only say that I didn't find anything." The woman said. "Just like the mantra he had before. In my opinion, this mantra did not mobilize his own spiritual foundation at all, it was just a meaningless recitation! But... I don't know why that would work."

In fact, their spells were destroyed and their spiritual foundations were destroyed. This was undoubtedly the consequence of spell attacks.

"I don't know either, it is completely inconsistent with the theory we know... It's very incredible. There is no way to explain it, it can only be understood as a completely different spell casting system."

"They are vulnerable in our spell casting system," Mike replied for a moment. "He seems unable to resist and counter our spells."

"We are equally fragile in their spell casting system," replied the woman named Jasmine. "You don't seem to have any power to fight back. The entire spiritual foundation was destroyed in an instant."

"How did that Taoist priest end up?" asked Mike.

"It should be injured, but it may not be too serious. I dare not stay for too long, nor did I observe it. If he still has extra strength or another caster appears, we will be completely finished."

"They didn't chase?"

"No, in the ancient caster, he must have regarded this as a fatal attack." The woman said. "Destroying the opponent's spiritual base is equivalent to destroying the source of a caster's spell. They probably think this punishment is enough."

"That's true!" Mike replied. He was silent for a while, as if he was not yet used to the fact that he was defeated.

"What should I do next?" she asked suddenly.

"Ah, go find our Lady Heidi." Mike replied. "As planned."

"Are you sure? With you now?" the woman smiled slightly.

"Ah, of course, we can't rely on me now. We need to go back to China and find a way to add some spiritual foundation... But one or two months should be enough, right?!"

"Don't think about coming here to take revenge. If you appear here again, those Taoists will never be able to destroy the spiritual foundation and stop."

"Don't treat me as a vengeful person. Oh, this failure is unforgettable to me. I will remember this time. Without personal interests, I will never mess with these Taoist priests again, I promise!"

"Lying calmly for a while, I'll write a report on this incident to them." The woman took out her laptop and started typing on the keyboard.

Mike staggered up from the bed, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and then continued to lie on the bed. He was severely injured in today's magic war, and suffered a heavy blow in both spirit and physical condition. In fact, he was able to lie on the hotel bed instead of the hospital bed, because of his companion. But even after his companion's magic treatment, he estimated that he would need at least one week to recuperate before he could leave for his country.

"Very awesome!" he said to himself, recalling his experience today. "But it is an old antique after all. They lack understanding of historical development and do not understand the essence of spiritual foundation."

"Mike, I'm afraid our plan will be disrupted." He heard his companion's voice. "I'm afraid I'm not available to find Ms. Heidi for the time being."

"how?"

"There are urgent things, very urgent things..." The woman's tone became serious. "The Kora Ultra-Deep Drilling Project, which is the Gate of Hell... Something happened there!"

"What can happen over there? A volcano erupts?"

"It's the United States... They actually sent a research team there in the name of scientific investigation! Of course, in name only to carry out a scientific research survey on the biosphere situation in the frozen land. The Russian State has not agreed, but even if the relationship between the United States and the Russian State is bad, the possibility of such a scientific research team passing the approval is still very high."

"But... why is it so sure?" No one has paid attention to it for decades, so why has the United States suddenly become interested in the Gate of Hell. "Maybe they are really just investigating the ecology of the frozen land. Frozen soil, the Arctic, and there are a lot of related scientific research projects every year. Can we really stop it?"

"The list of members is very suspicious. A team of fifteen people, five security and logistics, a biologist, four archaeologists, and a linguistic expert named Armstrong... He is an authoritative and expert in linguistics, especially ancient linguistics, and has participated in the translation of many ancient documents. Do you think scientific investigations into the northern frozen lands are needed? Of course, he is nominally investigating the language of ancient frozen lands...but do you believe it?"

"Okay...you're right. What should we do?"

"The superiors asked us to make this team completely missing. Fortunately, there is still time, enough for you to repair the spirit foundation. And this is also simple - it is a wilderness, and no one knows what happens."

Mike didn't answer and suddenly asked, "Why is the United States suddenly interested in the Gate of Hell?"

...

In the conference room, everyone sat upright, and the specialist sat on his head.

For some time, due to the emergence of that mysterious "magician", the pressure on the commissioner has doubled. Fortunately, while under the pressure, they also received more resources. Although this is not enough to make the research projects of a group of experts and professors produce results immediately, it still makes the progress of some work that originally required a lot of time be greatly advanced.

"Sir, this is the latest achievement of our church group," said the Commissioner. "This is a letter written by Bishop Picromini, who later Pope Pius III. It is a letter to a friend. It is piled up in the library and no one knows it, but now it falls into our hands. It is not a formal letter, it is just a draft, it would have been crushed and discarded, but it is fortunately preserved... You can read it! This is written in Latin, but the translation is already below."

Under the command of the commissioner, the church group was the first to produce results - not intermediate results. The team leader sat among his colleagues with a proud face and straightened his back. Of course, his colleagues pretended not to care, or had a disdainful look on their eyes. After all, the work content of the church group was too easy. As long as they had money, the progress would be fast.

The content of this letter is very simple. After a very nutritious greeting at the beginning, Pius III mentioned an ancient legend. Ask this friend (there is no doubt that this friend is a magician, at least so what Pius III thinks) if he knows about a legendary master. A great wizard named Molin. This legendary magician is said to have lived for hundreds of years and has built his own castle on a frozen soil. Pius III mentioned that there are fewer and fewer magicians in this world, and the knowledge inherited is also less and less. If you want those ancient knowledge, you may go and visit this legendary legendary magician who is immortal.

It's okay. Anyway, they didn't find the first letter from Pius III. The most important thing is that the letter has a very clear address and even comes with a simple map. Everything, including the text and the map, is still very clear.

Experts in geography and history have converted this location to modern maps, and there is no doubt that it is not elsewhere, it is the Kora Peninsula. The Red Empire once spent a huge price here to dig a sinkhole. The ostensibly reason was to understand the structure of the earth, but in fact it was a boring project to waste funds. After the collapse of the Red Empire, the project's funds were exhausted and ended. It is said that the place had been abandoned and tightly blocked by a rusty metal cap. Even if people were curious about this, as the project was completely terminated, all information about the Gate of Hell could not be verified. In short, it was like a joke from beginning to end.

I used to think it was like a joke, but now it may not be. Combined with the records of the Red Empire superpower troops and some information I received before, people with brains will immediately connect the two things together.

In other words, what did the Red Empire dig in this place, which led to the establishment of that supernatural force?

"We must organize an investigation team as quickly as possible to investigate the place." The Commissioner said in an unquestionable tone. "His Excellency the President is waiting for our good news!" He paused. "Mr. Peter, go and lead this investigation team! Please complete all preparations as soon as possible."

"As for the order, yours." Peter stood up. He was reluctant to leave his current position. After all, he was progressing well and had already held the Redstone firmly in his palm. But he also knew that this investigation was a very easy opportunity to achieve results. The commissioner was not making things difficult for him, but giving him a chance.
Chapter completed!