The Finks, the first legendary powerhouse in the history of the Sphinx to be subjugated by all the tribes and ushered in the golden age of the Sphinx.

Although there were many more powerful people than it in the era when it was active, it was indeed an undoubted legend, an existence that Lucien was far from being able to compete with now, and it was "resurrected" after 10,000 years of "death", and what strange changes had happened to Lucien was also unimaginable for Lucien at present.

Run, that was the first thought that crossed Lucian's mind!

This is also the only thing a High Wizard thinks when facing a Legend!

As soon as he took two steps, Lucian's mind was rolling, and he used all his will to overcome his knee-jerk reaction, and forcibly stopped the urge to escape.

Where to flee?

Breaking out directly will definitely alarm the ninth-level Divine Priest, and he can easily defeat himself.

Is there time to leave the mausoleum before the Finks is completely "resurrected", out of the range of its will?

Look for the nearby crack in the necromantic realm and hide in it?No, inside is the projection of the mausoleum, the reason why Finks can be resurrected must exist inside, that is the most dangerous direction now!

Although this would declare the failure of the mission, and the magic circle of the palace and the tumbling black qi were faintly related to the space, the jump was likely to be disturbed and there would be unexpected changes, but it was the only feasible escape method at present!

Without hesitating for a few seconds, Lucien pulled out the scroll and was about to activate.

"I ...... Slumbering...... Ten thousand...... Year. Still...... By...... Imprison...... At...... Over here...... You...... Dare...... Alarmed...... I...... You...... This is...... Self-...... Dead end......" The voice of the Sphinx King Finks smelled of shriveled evilly, as if a piece of rotten wood was slowly breaking.

Wait a minute, Lucien suddenly noticed a certain word.

"Confinement"!

Is the Finks imprisoned here?

Its slumber, its resurrection, are beyond its own intervention?

In this case, a imprisoned legend no longer seems to be so powerful and invulnerable, and there is still a glimmer of hope!

The adventure factor hidden in Lucian's bones made his heart beat more and more slowly, and he held the scroll in his left hand, calmly sensing the revival of the extreme evil power.

It's too slow! The speed of the recovery of the strength is too slow! In the case of not "normal resurrection", the growth of that evil aura is unusually slow, although firm!

This kind of "resurrection" that has been arranged for tens of thousands of years can not be affected by simple rituals and pressures!

"At least thirty seconds before you reach the level of legendary breath. "Lucien doesn't feel like he's in danger at all. Judging very indifferently. Then he recited the incantation, superimposed the "Brute Force Technique" on himself, and after buffering, released the "Brute Force of the Ox". The last thing is to seek insurance. He took out another tube of the "Fire Giant's Fists" potion and took it.

Due to the danger of this outing. Lucien exchanged a lot of materials for arranging the magic array and various useful potions, and squandered the extra arcane points he got after mortgaging the annuity income to his teacher Fernando, but who knew that Lu Dao entered the Plateau of Night. A large number of materials were used to trap Count Vlad.

This made Lucien have to sigh, this is the war of money, of course, compared to the things obtained from the Rhine treasury, the value of materials and potions is much less.

The blood seemed to turn into scorching magma and flow in the veins, and Lucian's restrained and well-proportioned arms suddenly bulged into strong muscles, and there was a faint beating flame in them.

"There are still twenty-one seconds to go......" The inflated force made Lucien feel uncontrollable, and his body became extremely heavy, but he couldn't take other potions that enhanced agility, balance and reaction, so he could only use the two-ring magic "Cat's Grace" again to make himself a little lighter - a high-level potion like "Fire Giant's Fists" could not be taken twice in a row without the body of a great knight, and the powerful magic power contained in it would have a devastating impact on the body.

"Nineteen seconds, eighteen seconds......"

Lucien grabbed the scroll in his mouth, took out an ordinary standard longsword from the storage bag, and grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands.

A warm feeling fed back from the wooden gauntlet, causing Lucien's little panic, helplessness, and worry to dissipate, leaving only a firm self-will.

"Bold...... Target...... Mortal...... I...... Want...... Let you ...... Become...... I...... Eternity...... Target...... Slave...... In spite of...... Alive...... Still is...... Death ......" Finks's anger became more and more apparent, and the confidence in his strength and the joy of "resurrection" were clearly expressed in the sharp harshness of fine frosted glass.

However, it still shows no signs of leaving the golden coffin and attacking Lucian.

This fits very well with Lucian's speculation that it is "imprisoned"!

It's just that I don't know if I'll be able to get rid of the shackles when it returns to the legendary level.

"Fifteen seconds, fourteen seconds...... Allow five seconds to activate the reels as the last option. ”

Lucien sensed the slow recovery of the evil aura, counted the seconds of time passed, and walked to the golden coffin again with still heavy steps.

"I ...... Already...... From...... Sleeping...... Middle...... Recovery...... Return ......" Finks' voice grew louder and louder, stirring up bursts of echoes and surging black gas, showing signs of spreading beyond the "Sage Gate".

"Twelve seconds, eleven seconds...... At this time, it seems to be more emotional to say 'I'mback' directly, and it has the demeanor of a legendary powerhouse...... "Even in an unusually calm state, Lucian's heart is full of all kinds of strange thoughts, but he will not let them affect his judgment and actions.

On the golden coffin, the lid was pushed to the side, and a layer of black gas as thick as ink covered the "corpse of the Finks", and Lucien raised the "pale justice" and cut it off with all his strength.

There was no bright light, no astonishing momentum, and the ordinary sword body slashed at the rich black qi with a faint shimmering metallic luster.

The indescribable gentleness and firmness of color flashed, and the black air was like ice and snow meeting the sun. It quickly dissolves and separates, revealing the Sphinx mummy lying inside.

It was two or three sphinxes tall, with a golden crown inlaid with sunstones and moonstones on its head, and its face and body were wrapped in pure white bandages, revealing only a pair of narrow eyes, which shimmered with a strange and cold light.

"I ...... From...... Dead...... Return to ......"

Before the mouth opened, there was a rumbling evil voice, but before the words were finished, the "pale justice" was cut straight at its face!

"Pale Justice" suddenly burst into a powerful momentum, firm and persistent. Order is fair. No return, never back down!

“...... Come...... Ahh

Finks let out a terrible scream, and under the "ordinary luster" sword, the pure white bandages cracked. Revealing the decaying pale muscles underneath. The brownish-yellow sphinx fur had turned into black filaments.

"Ahh

The rotting white muscles were cut open. A thick, smelly fishy yellow liquid flowed out and quickly evaporated under the sword blade, which lacked dazzling brilliance.

"Ahh

In the midst of the third scream, countless tiny black beetles poured out of Finks' body. They are dense and gather into black clouds, blocking the "pale justice".

The huge rebound power and black qi erosion that had existed from the beginning made Lucien, who was holding the long sword, stare back three steps, and its body was even harder than the Magic Council's hardest Seven Element Alloy additional layers of magical defense!

Black beetles rained down, and the Finks lit up with black, white, and gray, filling the golden coffin again.

The golden lid was pulled back together under the inexplicable force.

Everything became calm, the turbulent black gas slowly rose and fell, and the Finks, who had just "returned the king", was silent again.

"Pale Justice", when faced with devils, demons and undead creatures, is the equivalent of a legendary weapon!

Lucien supported his body with pale justice, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength with just one sword, but he finally sent the "early resurrected" Finks back to the realm of the dead.

With only strength and offense, no agility and balance, Lucien has no intention of really fighting with the same legend, and being able to kill Finks is all due to the fact that it is imprisoned in a golden coffin, after all, the invincible attribute of "Pale Justice" must be within the range of its sword body to work.

Therefore, seeing that Finks had calmed down, Lucien stopped trying to push open the golden coffin and fight it for a good time.

"Who imprisoned the Finks? Why did you imprison it? Why did you have a resurrection?"

Countless questions have sprung up in Lucien's mind, but now is not the time to get to the bottom of it, and he must hurry up and leave.

Just as he was about to turn around, remembering Finks' bold words of "returning from the sleeping king" just now, Lucien had a bad taste and bowed slightly:

"Please continue to sleep. ”

............

The pressure of Prince Dracula's gaze caused the High Priest to kneel and pray outside the Sage's Gate with his whole body on the ground, and even though his emotions had been indifferent for a long time, he could not control the trembling of his soul and body at this time.

When he was relieved from the pressure, he immediately felt that behind the Sage Gate, the black qi appeared strangely moved, as if he was hugging something, and as if he was cheering something.

"What's going on?" the High Priest looked up, suddenly feeling something, and looked back into the other hallway, only to see a thin sphinx wearing a golden crown and countless black feathers stuck in the back of his head flying at a very fast speed.

"Your Excellency Jerotos. The high priest bowed his head in alarm.

This is none other than the priest of the gods, the ninth-level powerhouse Herrotos.

The fluff on Herotos' face had turned slightly pale, and he said solemnly: "There was a terrifying legendary powerhouse passing by just now, and I am worried that it will affect the slumber of the 'Great King'. ”

Suddenly, he stared at Aska, who was still standing upright by the door, in stark contrast to Inke, who was slumped on the ground next to him.

"It's an apparition, someone has infiltrated the Sage's gate!" Under the huge rank gap, Herotos recognized it as a phantom at a glance.

The High Priest cast his talent spell in shock and dazedness, his eyes flashed with a faint starlight, and he finally saw that Askar not far away was a near-real phantom!

"Someone has infiltrated the Sage's gates!" he blurted out. (To be continued......)