In the Dean's conference room.
"Holy hell, a scorpion pit? Isn't that an ancient Shang Dynasty punishment? But it was abolished due to its brutality. How did the Demon Kingdom inherit it?"
Professor Wen, still astonished, stared at the large screen, exclaiming in disbelief.
"It doesn't matter who inherited it. What's important is that these snakes seem to have a problem."
The Dean stared at the screen for a long time, unable to snap out of his daze.
Something seemed to be growing on the heads of these snakes.
It was small and unclear.
Inside the tomb.
"This is... oh no, aren't these the black-scaled snakes we encountered before? How are they growing from here?"
Huo Qi stared at the snakes for a long time, finally looking at the tumors on their heads, and exclaimed in horror.
"These were cultivated using the blood of these witches. The blood of these women is no ordinary blood."
Just as Zhou Lin finished speaking, the screen shifted.
The surroundings were filled with yellow sand, and gusts of wind howled, kicking up sand everywhere. The sky was obscured by dust, and visibility was limited to a few meters.
Despite the howling wind, the archaeological team was unaffected, their bodies showing no reaction.
"Is this a battlefield?"
Song Lin looked at the scene, not understanding.
"Keep watching, just wait and see."
Zhou Lin also wanted to know how these wars came about. He had only seen them on television and in books, and had never witnessed the brutality of war firsthand.
When the sandstorm subsided, the archaeological team and others found themselves at the center of the battlefield. On the sides were soldiers of the Demon Kingdom, and in the very middle sat the woman who had just become the High Priestess, clad in a black robe and clutching a scepter.
Opposite them stood a group of men. It was unclear which country they belonged to, but their clothing was similar to that of the Demon Kingdom.
Zhou Lin remembered that the Demon Kingdom had annexed quite a few surrounding small countries back then, so these must be those smaller nations.
"Ah..."
"Charge..."
"Kill..."
The High Priestess waved her hand, and the Demon Kingdom's forces, receiving the order, rushed towards the opposing side.
The soldiers on the other side were not to be outdone, wielding their spears and weapons and engaging in a fierce battle.
Following this, the archaeological team and others watched as the people of these two nations clashed.
Huo Qi, the metaphysics professor, many students, and the mercenaries all witnessed firsthand the blood splattered on the bodies of those around them, and heads rolling on the ground.
Besides heads, there were also arms, legs, and various internal organs.
The students from Great Xia and Sakura Country nearby, after witnessing these gruesome scenes, several of them covered their mouths, their stomachs churning uncontrollably.
Who could endure this?
The visual impact was too severe. Who could bear it?
Even the mercenaries, accustomed to such bloodshed, found it unbearable to watch.
They had previously dispatched their opponents with a single shot, and had never encountered such a situation.
In the livestream.
"Holy hell, did I just witness an ancient war? Why is it so bloody?"
"This is too real, more terrifying than what I've seen on TV. They say these people are covered in blood, how can they run without getting blood on them?"
"Oh no, this person's head just exploded."
"Yeah, yeah, it's truly terrifying."
...
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin watched as the battle reached its climax and then turned his attention to the High Priestess.
The High Priestess raised her scepter high, chanting words.
Then, a dark, swarming mass began to emerge from the ground.
"Are those black-scaled snakes? Is the High Priestess using witchcraft?"
The metaphysics professor exclaimed urgently upon seeing this.
"Yes, that's right. Isn't this method a bit too insidious?"
Zuo Lin looked at the dense mass of black snakes, recalling unpleasant memories, and felt a pang of sympathy.
"On the battlefield, the victor is king. Moreover, these small countries in the Western Regions have limited military strength, and it will take many years for them to replenish their population deficit."
Zhou Lin could understand the feelings of those in power, as people are the foundation of a nation.
Immediately, many black-scaled snakes opened their mouths and began to ambush the soldiers' feet. The soldiers fell to the ground one after another, their faces covered in black.
This battle was won by these black-scaled snakes.
The High Priestess was very satisfied with their performance. With a wave of her hand, the black-scaled snakes once again disappeared into the earth.
The scene shifted one last time. The High Priestess placed the Queen of the Demon Kingdom into a coffin, and then lay down in a coffin herself. Craftsmen were present.
However, these craftsmen were performing the final ritual.
As the coffin lid closed, the craftsmen's vision went black, and they collapsed to the ground, motionless.
They were completely silent.
"What... what happened? Are they dead?"
Song Lin looked at the craftsmen with great surprise.
"This is witchcraft, just like your Abe family. The Queen's tomb cannot be easily revealed, and these people cannot leave alive."
Zhou Lin, in a rare good mood, thought that they would be able to leave here soon.
At this moment, in the livestream.
"Holy hell, this is a trap! Can it be played like this?"
"I think I just witnessed the High Priestess's most glorious moment. Don't you feel it?"
"Yeah, it's not comprehensive enough. What about the previous efforts? Why weren't they shown?"
"You Great Xia people are so strange, always leaving half of it untold."
"Exactly, it's not satisfying enough to watch."
"Are you watching a movie here? It's good enough to have something to watch, and you're being picky. Your Abe family can't even do this kind of witchcraft."
"Exactly, you're quite ungrateful."
...
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin, along with all the mercenaries and students, slowly regained consciousness. They looked at their hands, and the spells on the stone door before them had dimmed.
Some had already revealed a gap.
It was as if they were waiting for them to enter, with only the welcome ceremony missing.
The awakened group looked at the stone door. Their previous eagerness to enter was now replaced by hesitation.
The High Priestess did not seem like someone to be trifled with. If they entered now, the witchcraft would be invisible and intangible, and they might die miserably.
Especially the people from Sakura Country, who understood witchcraft well and feared it deeply.
Moreover, without Zhou Lin's instruction, no one dared to act.
They could only look at Zhou Lin's expression, waiting for him to speak.