My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 935: Chapter 936: Bone Ridge

The primary goal of finding the Pillar of Conflict had not changed at all. If anything, Damon was more pressed to find it than ever, except he knew nothing of how to find the pillar or what it looked like, only that he had to.

For that reason Damon was sure even the unknown god didn’t know where the Pillar of Conflict was in this world, only that it was here.

The world had nine continents. If he were the goddess of doom, which continent would he hide it on?

Of all the continents only one was called the war continent, but Damon doubted the goddess of doom would be so obvious in her hiding place, so he ruled out Soltheon where he lived. The next would be the doom continent, or as it was called, the demon continent, Centros, the continent at the very center of the world.

This was where the demon race lived and was the starting point of everything. However, the demon races had been there for many years, so he doubted the unknown god hadn’t already scoured it all.

The next that came to mind was the wild continent. This was the birthplace of Leona and had predominantly beastkin living there with dense jungles. Lothria, this continent in the south, had many ancient ruins and its jungles were hardly mapped out. It would be a great hiding place.

Even so Damon ruled it out.

Then the Verdant Continent where the elves dwelled had to be the one, but after thinking about the high and mighty attitude of the elves he ruled out Iorvas.

He clicked his tongue while Lilith leaned back on her chair. She spoke in a smooth voice,

“Iorvas is known for its mystical forests and ancient elven cities, though other races also live within its dense forests and plains. The elves are dominant in terms of leadership, but the continent is home to many nature based races who share a common reverence for the natural world and the Goddess. I don’t see them being warlike, so it’s less likely than the wild continent.”

Damon nodded slowly, striking it from the map.

“There’s no point guessing like this. We have probable cause for doubt, but if I was to pick one I’d say it was here in Soltheon or maybe Vuldren.” His words were uncertain.

Lilith tapped the stone table lightly. The room had giant statues of unusual looking humanoid entities. It was a large chamber with a high ceiling and a feeling much like a mausoleum for the dead. Perhaps that was what it was. After all, this place was called the Tomb of Lesser Gods.

This was close to the center of the hidden tomb.

“Actually, what if she did? I mean we don’t know anything about the goddess save for what we read in dubious old texts written by some long dead men who sneak their opinions into them and indoctrinate the foolish masses who take their word as law.”

“Hmm, so basically we should keep our options open,” Damon added nonchalantly.

Lilith smiled. It was good that he agreed with her so easily.

“Alright then that brings us to the problem of the unknown god.” Damon sat down on a stone chair opposite her.

“And what about unknown..” Lilith asked, her brows furrowed.

“How do we deal with him?” Damon asked slowly.

“That sounds more like a statement than a question. You have something in mind, don’t you..” Lilith answered. That much she was sure of.

Damon smiled calmly, waving his hand.

“Ohh goodness yes yes I do…”

“So what is it..” Lilith asked.

He kept his gaze on her for a moment, his expression cool.

She blinked, remembering she had the stigmata of the unknown god on her back.

“Hmm that is a valid reason for concern. It’s fine if you don’t tell me.”

Damon shook his head slightly.

“No it’s fine. I always work under the assumption the unknown knows my next plan, which is fine. It wouldn’t matter if he knows. But for now I also want to work under the assumption that he doesn’t.”

Lilith tilted her head slightly.

“So what you’re saying is if he knows so what, but you don’t want him to know, right.”

“Right.” Damon answered slowly.

“The goddess ruled here but she got one upped by the unknown god. If that could be done to her, why not the unknown god… think about it, what really brought the unknown god here..”

Lilith thought for a moment before she slowly answered,

“It was Lazarak using his Lake of Tears.”

Damon smiled slowly.

“Exactly. That Lake of Tears was a game changer because it could bypass the goddess and contact external entities. How it actually works is lost to me. Lazarak never used it when I knew him, or not that I know of. However, outside the nightmare he did use it, and that led to everything.”

Lilith understood his logic, but she had one pressing question.

“Yeah that’s good and all, but what are you going to do with the Lake of Tears and where is it? You don’t even know that.”

Damon chuckled slowly.

“It’s right here in this tomb. I know it is because I know Lazarak. Of all the places he would hide the Lake of Tears, he would hide it in here.”

Damon stopped talking for a moment, remembering the optimistic god who could not take a life.

“I know it’s here. He would keep it here in the burial chamber.”

Lilith sighed, taking a deep breath.

“Ooh how troublesome. We can’t get to the burial chamber thanks to the monster guarding the door. We can’t exactly call someone in here to slay it either.”

Over the past months they had made a lot of progress conquering the Tomb of Lazarak. After traveling and fighting in it for a while Lilith couldn’t help but remark its nature was that of a dungeon.

Most of the raids that caused terrible advances were the work of the orcs who swore loyalty to Damon as well as the human knights who had been defeated by them.

However, they didn’t really make it that far until Maw showed up with his brood of shadow drones conquering chamber after chamber. Now all that was left was the final chamber, which was the burial chamber.

The guardian of the gate was in the sixth class advancement, so they couldn’t go through it or even take it down.

Although Damon believed what was inside was worse.

“Who do you intend to call upon when you get to the Lake of Tears.”

Damon shook his head slightly.

“I have no idea. I’ll cross that bridge when I get there, but it’ll probably be the goddess. You know, fight fire with fire..”

Lilith didn’t say anything. She glanced at him.

“What’s going on with your main body in the Bone Hallows.”

Damon frowned, holding his head.

“Nothing good.”

—

He snuck into the crevice between two bones. A wet sticky fluid covered his face, but Damon wasn’t worried about the disgusting substance that smelled like a rotten corpse.

His gaze was fixed on the ashen sky above him while he remained unmoving. A vast shadow was moving in the air, the world shaking with each flap of its wings.

Damon wanted to curse, but he heard that even his cursing might be heard by this dragon.

Of course it was a dragon. It was none other than Rexagon.

Even now Rexagon had not given up hunting Damon. The humiliation was still fresh in its heart.

However Rexagon didn’t land on this cursed land. He remained in the sky. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. It was that he couldn’t. Every time he tried, the ancient bones rose to fight him.

Damon waited for the coast to clear. When Rexagon’s shadow vanished over the horizon he let out a sigh of relief.

Then he slowly crawled out, his face covered in the stench of a corpse. He wasn’t the only one. From the crevices and shadows of the bones, members of the expedition force began to emerge one by one.

Seras rolled out from under a pile of human sized bones.

“That dragon sure is persistent,” she muttered, glaring at Damon slightly.

Damon was too fatigued to care. Apparently there were areas in the Bone Hallows where sleep was not allowed. If you slept there you would never wake up.

They learned that the hard way, and since those places couldn’t be identified they opted not to sleep at all.

“How long before we reach the sea.”

Seras lifted her hand to her face as if gauging the distance.

“Hmm I’d say we aren’t that far from it. We just need to make it over that bone ridge, although in this case we have to go inside it if we want to avoid Rexagon.”

Damon felt deflated by her words.

“Let me guess there’s something inside those bones.”

Seras smiled slowly.

“Your guess is as good as mine.”