By the end of three hours, Kelly had read all the words on the mural and had formed a rough story in her head.

Before the pyramids were built, the entire forest was a vast kingdom that called itself Ascot.

The patriarch of Ascot made himself king, and his name was the Black King Akhan. Underneath the text describing his name, there is a rudimentary, but clearly visible, fresco.

It was a tall man, and in order to highlight the man's bizarre figure, the author drew several kneeling attendants wearing strange helmets next to him.

Compared to the attendants, the standing man was like a giant god, and one arm was as long as a whole person, probably more than three meters in proportion.

The man, Akhan, wore a wide black robe embroidered with a python, and held in his hand a strange staff that I don't know whether it was used as a sharp weapon or as a spellcasting tool—a branch that looked like it had just been broken off from some huge tree, and in order to show this magical power, the author of the mural deliberately used a large amount of glittering material to attach to this part of the mural.

Known as the World Tree Twig, this staff was the first miracle of Akhan, and he used it to unleash a powerful wind of destruction, destroying all enemies and making the kingdom stronger and stronger.

Next, in order to emulate each patriarch, Akhan began to build his own mausoleum, and he thought that he would use the legendary abode of the gods to construct his future resurrected dormitory, the Black Pyramid.

Akhan was a respected king, and the people worked diligently, and when they dug up a flat piece of land chosen by the king and prepared to lay a solid foundation, something terrible happened.

A large mural replaces the textual description, which takes up half of the wall, and looks spectacular.

A group of people, as if they had discovered a treasure, was contained in a small box, and there were many rough white lines around the box, as if to indicate that the contents of the box were shining even when the lid was closed.

The ensuing mural is a little scary, a stick figure that looks like a worker opens the box, and the inside glows white, and then the whole construction site begins to frantically kill each other.

Eventually, Akhan himself arrived, and the mural showed only a scarred worker with a strange white mask on his face, fearlessly confronting the once-revered king.

This is followed by a text depicting the great battle between the traitor and the king, a great battle that cannot be described by the brushstrokes of the painting.

Akhan is powerful, his spells directly vaporize the surrounding earth, and the eerie mask glows, and no amount of attack is against it.

Finally, Akhan cut off the head wearing the mask, but seemed to be equally bothered by the mask's whispering, and held his head in his hand, as if in pain.

"Huh?"

At this point, Kelly suddenly realized that something was wrong, and she carefully studied the murals and words that she had just seen.

She remembered very well that the last content of the mural was that Akhhan, who had lived for hundreds of years in a mask, finally locked himself up in this stone chamber with six hundred and sixty-six priests and priests, but now, the content seemed to have increased?

"What's going on?"

Kelly slowly walked to the mural that she remembered that did not exist, and found that it actually wrote the story of three elves invading and killing each other, and these could never have been known by the mural recorder in the era when he was alive.

What's even more terrifying is that right in front of her eyes, the words are still increasing, as if there is something presence, with the light she created with magic, writing hard inside the walls!

The smooth stone wall seemed to have turned into a terrifying tomb, and Kelly was still a child, so frightened that she jumped out far away, looking at the stone wall vigilantly, persuading herself that she should have just seen a hallucination.

Unfortunately, everything is not so ideal.

Even as Kelly watched in horror, the words continued to grow, mocking the ignorance of the three elven invaders, declaring that only "Akhan" was the eternal king.

Then there is a painting, first of which is a pair of slender legs, then a short, thin figure, and then the face of a girl with big eyes.

Kelly's heart almost burst open, because on the mural where no one automatically appeared, it was herself who painted it!

The little girl in the painting stood curiously in front of something and looked closely, and behind her, the tall man who had always appeared in the mural, Akhan, looked at him indifferently, silent, and his face as white as paper.

"Ah————!h Fear has broken through the limit, and that is anger, and Kylie is so frightened that she almost loses her mind!

"Quadruple chant, forbidden fire!"

"Iron Flame Technique—Dragon's Breath!"

"Void Split!"

The spells were thrown out at random as if they didn't need money, and they all bombarded the stone wall that was still "auto-writing".

The destructive power of the three Nine Rings and Ten Rings spells was amazing, although a light green shield appeared on the stone wall, it only resisted the first blow, and the second and third strokes directly shattered the smooth obsidian rock wall.

The gravel fell, and under Kelly's horrified gaze, the remains of a man appeared in front of her.

I don't know when the man was embedded in the wall, his face was as white as paper, and he was so tall that his feet curled up slightly to ensure that he could be stuffed into the rock wall painted with the mural.

The man was dressed in a black robe, and in one hand he held a staff that looked like a twig.

There is no doubt that this man who is stuffed into the rock wall is the hero of the mural on these three walls, and may also be the author - [Black King] Akhan!

"Alas-" A grumbling sigh came from the mouth of the male corpse, I don't know why, although it was said to be a corpse, but it was extremely well preserved, it was like - not dead!

No, or rather, it's not a corpse at all!

"Intruder, why do you disturb my sleep when you light the lights for me and help me correct my history?"

The man was on a staff, as if he hadn't moved for a long time, and reluctantly walked up to Kelly who was sitting on the ground, leaned over, and questioned expressionlessly.

I don't know why, knowing that there is a "living thing" in front of her, Kelly's mood seems to calm down all of a sudden. After all, as long as it's not a ghost, this little adult won't be afraid. On the contrary, she may have been influenced by ancient books since she was a child, and she even likes old things very much.

"Who the hell are you?" Raising her head and looking at the giant-like man, Kelly did not answer his question, but took the initiative to ask.

It seemed to irritate the man who hadn't spoken for a long time, and he shook a few times inexplicably, as if he had forgotten how to laugh, so he had to be embarrassed, and declared it with an unquestionable kingly wind.

"I'm Akhan! The only king of the whole world! ”