Priestess Herotos opened his mouth and let out an angry lion roar as he pointed the golden scepter in his hand at the "Sage's Gate".

The golden lines on the gray stone texture quickly stood out, forming the appearance of a strange beetle.

Suddenly, the light of the "Sage's Gate" burst out, like a small sun, stabbing the high priest's eyes with tears, and his eyes were pitch black, and he was temporarily blind.

In this dazzling light, the Sage's gate slowly opened back, the tumbling black qi was suppressed, and the "waves" quickly subsided.

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

The movement of the Sage's gate alerted Lucien, who was about to vaporize his form, whether the priests of the gods had discovered something wrong in the palace, or was it simply because of Prince Dracula's oppression that he came to check it?

Whatever the reason, Lucien had no doubt that the Divine Priest would be able to see through the resident apparition he left behind, and his existence was no longer a secret!

Lucien was holding pale justice in one hand and the trigger-type scroll given by his teacher Fernando in the other.

When his brain was racing to make a decision, Lucian's eyes subconsciously wandered around the palace, and suddenly he saw the golden coffin of the Sphinx King Finks, and his heart suddenly moved.

It seems that there is no need to waste this precious scroll?

The Sage's gate slowly opened, and a dazzling light shone in.

Lucien's left hand holding the ninth-level scroll took out another item from the storage bag, and it had a cross carved in the middle, and the surrounding area was painted with the sun's rays, which was the amulet "Sun Corona" left by Maskelin!

Now that Finks has reappeared in a deep sleep, it doesn't seem so dangerous to hide in the crevices of the necromantic realm anymore!

Warm and soft, as if the "divine magic" fluctuations illuminated by the warm sun spread throughout Lucian's body. The gloom and coldness in the Finks Palace rolled to the side like a snake and scorpion, and a strong necromantic aura came from the direction of the "Golden Coffin".

A light black slit scurled over the coffin, like a sword hanging from Finks' head.

Lucien took the pale Justice, the Corona of the Sun, and the Jump Scroll, and shuffled with heavy steps towards the gap two or three paces away.

The door of the Sage was completely open, the black qi was completely calm, and the priest of the gods, Herotos, who was holding a golden scepter, walked in, and the spirit completely enveloped the entire hall, but it was empty!

"Damn blasphemer!" the terrifying lion roar of Herotos made the mausoleum tremble slightly. Let the Sphinx in the camp outside crawl on the ground again.

Although empty. But he did feel the breath of a stranger, so he subconsciously thought that the infiltrator had fled, which is why he was so angry.

Holding aloft the golden scepter, Herotos let out an eerie roar. One eye became as bright as the sun. The other one is as bright as a silver moon.

In the midst of these strange eyes. Scenes began to emerge, with a mysterious hooded man walking through the black air, and he raising his sword. The vague sight of slashing towards the golden coffin, there was a strange event in which he pounced forward and the space began to distort.

Nine Rings Spell, Backtracking Vision!

Although it is impossible to get rich details due to the interference of many external forces, the picture is blurry and jumpy, and it is very simple, but it does not prevent Herotos from identifying the damned man who desecrated the corpse of his ancestors, and the main purpose of his entry.

He wanted to prevent the resurrection of the Great King Finx!

"Lord Herotos, what about the shredded infiltrator?" asked the High Priest, plucking up the courage.

"Having fled, he seems to be equipped with a space-jumping high-level scroll or item. "He wants to destroy the body of the great Sphinx King and prevent his future resurrection." ”

The high priest said in horror, "That?"

"How can the strength of the 'Great King' be imagined by a little worm like him?" Herotos looked straight at the golden coffin, "I can still feel the 'Great King' watching us, and feel his majestic power. ”

With that, Herotos raised his scepter and began the prophetic quest with the help of the remaining breath and the palace arrangement.

As the sun flickered, Herotos' golden scepter suddenly dimmed, and he said in horror: "He's not above this world? No, I can feel it vaguely, but it's so vague that I can barely catch the track!"

The world realm in his mouth refers to the main material world realm plus all the known alien space.

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

After jumping over the thick curtain of the gap in the necromantic realm, Lucien felt the familiar solidification without the slightest anger, and only the black, white, and gray of the brilliant world realm remained.

This is a mausoleum palace with no other color, and the shape is roughly the same as the outside world, as if it were the dwelling place of the Finks.

But the gray "golden" coffin was tied with reddish-brown lines like spider silk, which extended to every circle node in the palace.

The reddish-brown color was very dull, but compared to the pale black and gray around it, it was so vivid that Lucien couldn't ignore it at all, and above the gray coffin there was a blood-stained rust-colored ball of light, which beat like a heart, and the color was equally vivid, giving Lucian a very strange feeling.

Closing his eyes, Lucien found that there was no such ball of light in his mental force field! And when his eyes looked at it, it was so fleeting, as if it didn't exist here at all, it couldn't be touched, couldn't be discovered, couldn't really get close!

There seems to be a lot of things hidden in this ball of light.

"What is this ball of light? Those lines seem to be drawing the power of the Finks?" Lucien thought curiously and stunned, trying very hard to restrain his urge to study here, who knows if the priests of the Dao Dao gods will find the crack in the Necromantic Realm, who knows if the Corona of the Dao Sun will attract the attention of the high-level leaders of the Necromantic Realm, who knows if there will be high-level undead here in the Dao Dao to come to inspect, and must leave immediately!

In order not to cause the revival of the Finks and destroy the Rhine arrangement, Lucien painfully gave up the idea of collecting a reddish-brown line, gave up the idea of using magic to stimulate the rust-colored ball of light at close range, put the pale justice, and after removing the magic that increased the amount of power, he superimposed layers of defense on himself. Pushed open the gray Sage gate.

There are definitely no eighth- or nineth-level undead creatures here, because the god-retained priests and the highest-ranking high priests can all build their own tombs!

Outside the gate, there were also two sphinxes, but they were the "Underworld Guards" with gray bandages all over their bodies.

Their four long legs stepped out, let out a silent scream, and attacked Lucien coldly.

Lucien calmly touched the Sun Crown Amulet that was already on his chest, and a divine and majestic aura immediately spread out in waves.

Affected by this invisible warm light, the two "Guardians of the Underworld" froze in place, and then turned into countless rotten dusts as if they had been washed away by tens of thousands of years.

Sixth-level divine art. Immortal!

Lucien kicked his feet. Rushing towards the bottom of the solidified mausoleum, the aura of immortality around his body was surging like a wave.

Sensing the anomaly near the Sage's gate, and sensing the light that was incompatible with his own breath, the mausoleum suddenly boiled.

In the frozen picture of black, white and gray. A Guardian of the Underworld wields a halberd. Together with the dense black beetles that covered the walls and aisles, they surged towards Lucien.

Two distinct "waves" collided violently. The mausoleum shook slightly, and then, an invisible light passed through the solidified black and gray mixed waves.

Waves of light passed. The gray-white guards of the underworld collapsed one after another, turning into puffs of dust, and the black beetles emitted puffs of smoke and died completely without a sound.

Following the wide purified passageway, Lucien hurried through the gray corridors and approached the exit of the mausoleum.

Suddenly, a tall guardian of the underworld, with a pale glow in his eyes, with a giant sword and a death aura, pounced on Lucien from the corner.

Lucien didn't dodge, activating the Corona of the Sun as it slashed itself with its two-handed greatsword, splitting layers of defense.

A majestic and divine huge pillar of light descended inexplicably, completely enveloping the underworld guards who dragged out the afterimage to dodge, and a little bit of black rose and quickly evaporated,

When the pillar of light disappeared, only a deep crater was left in its place, and the bottom and surrounding area were full of traces of vaporization.

Eighth-level divine art, Yang Yan Explosion!

Seizing the opportunity, Lucien ran out of the mausoleum and saw the eternal gray sky of the Necronomicon and the messy desert around him.

"The hidden circle and reddish-brown lines seem to be drawing the power of the Finks, and Mr. Rhein's arrangement is also like stealing this power for his own use. ”

"Who set it up in the first place?"

After a quick sweep, with his fairly profound knowledge of the magic array, Lucien probably judged a little possibility, "But, what is that rust-colored ball of light?"

I don't know why, but this ball of light always lingered in Lucian's mind.

Not daring to delay, he chose the bloodline of one of the most common undead creatures in the necromantic realm, and Lucien activated the transformation mask and began to look for another exit from the necromantic realm.

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

Inside the castle of Viscount Noor, Gusta Empire, Marienburg Province.

Viscount Noor closed the door, opened the defensive trap, and walked into the secret room of his study.

In the secret room, beautiful women of different ages dressed in different styles of clothing lay there quietly, their faces ruddy, as if they were sleeping.

Viscount Noor looked at them feverishly, as if admiring a work of art, and then stretched out his right hand and stroked the face of a little girl of thirteen or fourteen, feeling the cold relaxation.

They will never understand that only the corpse is the most beautiful existence, that intelligent women will always betray, that they will be distracted, that they will be vexatious, that only the corpse will be perfect! Viscount Noor muttered to himself with burning eyes.

After he was transformed into a blood clan by a vampire countess, he gradually developed a disgusting hobby - necrophilia, or a corpse that can't think or move, so he was strongly despised by other vampires, and had to use his inherited identity to hide in human society and enjoy his life.

Suddenly, he noticed an unreachable fluctuation, and then he was horrified to find himself stiff, and he could only see through the dressing mirror opposite him that there was a mysterious man in a black robe in the doorway.

"You...... Want...... Do...... What?" The stiff throat could only be one word at a time.

Nur was very frightened, and understood that he was frozen by the Necromantic Fixation Technique of the Three Rings, and the effect was so good, he must be a high-level magician!

Lucien said in disgust, "I was just here to borrow a little blood and put you to sleep for a while." But now it seems that it can only be said ......"

"Lend your head for it. ”

After leaving the necromantic realm from another gap, Lucien used Rhine's guidance to find vampires who lived in isolation or mixed with human society, because while Prince Dracula was tracking down the whereabouts of Rhine, it was the best choice to turn into other vampires and return to the night plateau to jump, who could doubt that a vampire with an identity and acquaintance was Rhine, especially if he had just left!

"No!" Noor screamed in horror, but his stiff throat could only drag out a long, slow, ridiculous trill.

An invisible flash of light drowned Noor and the corpses behind him.

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

Antiphreux, the Holy Haltz Empire, the most magnificent city in the world.

Stand in the corner and look at the tall walls that were built in ancient times to protect against the invasion of giants. A direct member of the Plantagenet family, Borac Van Anjou, had a dark eye. His face was gloomy, as if he was hiding a heavy mind.

"Master Borak, let's go. At some point, an inconspicuous thin man in black came over.

Borak came back to his senses and looked at him. Nodding slightly, "Gizzy." Hopefully this time will be rewarding. ”

"Young Master Borak doesn't have to be in a hurry. The old duke will live for a long time. Gizzy smiled at the big "customer" in front of him who was depressed and anxious.

As one of the oldest wealthy families in the Holy Heltz Empire, the Plantagenet family is still a powerful aristocratic class with two Golden Knights, controlling a "Plantagenet Knights" of their own. And because of the predecessor in first line of succession. The old duke's only son died early, and Borak, who had a good bloodline, became a strong contender for the heir, but unfortunately he was unable to stimulate the blood power for a long time, and was absolutely dominated by another heir, the third-level knight Alten.

Thinking of Alten's arrogant appearance, thinking of the flattering aristocratic children around him, the aristocratic girls and young women who were entangled in the bed with him, after Alten broke through to the great knight and he could not find the direction, they all changed their attitudes and became cold and perfunctory, Borak couldn't help but clench his fists tightly, feeling humiliated and humiliated.

I must break through to knighthood, I must become the Duke of Plantagenet, and I must make those who abandoned me and despised me regret it!

Knowing that the family's internal potions were seriously flawed, Borak finally chose to go to Antiphre's Black Market to find magical magical item aids after a long struggle.

Led by Gizzy, the two soon enter a seemingly ordinary villa with a vast basement, which is the largest underground black market in Antifleur.

Picking up one thing after another, shaking his head and putting it down, Borak became more and more disappointed.

Suddenly, he saw an old man with gray hair approaching him.

"Young man, I saw your fate from the crystal ball, do you want to know the way?" said the old man in a black robe, who looked extremely mysterious, smiled slightly.

Bolak's pupils contracted suddenly, and he looked at the crystal ball in the old man's hand, can a magician appear in the black market openly?

"I don't believe that fate is predestined and that everything is a gift from the Lord. "How could Borak be gullible to believe this kind of magician who came directly to him, there must be something strange!

The old man in the black robe didn't mind: "It's okay, fate is inherently changeable, if you are really desperate, don't forget to come to me for divination." ”

After speaking, the black-robed old man left directly.

Borak shook his head and continued to search, this was the ninth time he had been on the black market - some paranoid people thought that nine was the best number, and once this time passed, the chances of finding magical assistance became less and less likely.

Gradually, his disappointment increased, and his heart slowly sank.

Is there no hope of defeating Alten? Borak was so depressed that his whole body seemed to have faded from color, and only the black, white and gray back remained.

"Master Borak, didn't that astrologer just now say that you can find him for divination when you are desperate?"

Borak gritted his teeth and was silent for a long time, and finally made up his mind to walk in front of the position where the black-robed old man was sitting: "Please help me divination." ”

The black-robed old man laughed, rubbing the crystal ball, making it very dark inside.

After a little bit of bright light shone, the old man looked at Borak and said, "Your fate is facing a great turning point. ”

"What twist?" asked Borak nervously.

The old man spoke slowly: "I can only divination, the turning point is in the remote villa left by your father, after the darkness falls. ”

How did he know about the secluded villa?

The secluded villa was the private property of Borak's father, and it had never been told to outsiders because it had been a place to keep mistresses in the past.

After paying two quintales, Borak turned to leave, and just after taking a few steps, he subconsciously turned around and found that the position just now had become empty!

In the entire black market, there is no trace of the black-robed old man.

"Where have you been?" said Borak and Giz, looking at each other, filled with fear and expectation.

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

As night fell, in the middle of nowhere, Borak dismissed all his servants and went crazy to find a turning point, but to no avail.

"Where is the turning point, where is ......" Borak sat in his study with blank eyes and muttered to himself, as it was nearly late at night and the silver moon was shining.

Just as he was dying of despair, he suddenly saw a silver moonlight shining on the portrait of his father.

Against the backdrop of the silver moon, he clearly saw his father's right index finger pointing inside the portrait, a very distorted posture that was not easy to see.

Interior?

Interior!

Borak jumped to his feet, took the painting out of the frame, and groped around until he found a piece of parchment sandwiched behind it.

As soon as he saw the parchment, Borak "remembered" what his father had said to him when he was a child, "If you are at the most desperate, come to this portrait and draw strength"!

Because the age was so old that his memory was blurred, Borak could only "vaguely" remember such a thing, so he no longer doubted, and excitedly opened the parchment full of the stale smell of time.

A folded white piece of paper fell out of the parchment, and when it was unfolded, Borak saw his father's familiar handwriting:

"Borak, when you are most desperate, you can consider using this contract, but you must not sell your soul to the devil, and you must not rely on it. ”

Breathing heavily, Borak shifted his gaze to the parchment, which was written in magical words from the ancient Hilfanus Empire:

"The Devil's Law: If you want to get something, you have to pay the same price!"

"Are you willing to accept it?"

Borak bit his lip tightly, his hands unconsciously wrinkled the parchment, and after a long time, he nodded heavily, leaving a blood mark.

A line of text slowly emerged from under the parchment, which Borak could not read but understood:

"Those who are willing to make a contract, follow these steps to summon the most powerful demons:"

"When twelve o'clock in the night comes, light a white candle in front of a mirror, then spread your hair and peel an apple at it. ”

"If you keep peeling the apple and the candle doesn't go out from beginning to end, you can successfully summon the devil!" (To be continued......

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