When Constantine stepped out of that multicolored light, he found himself stepping on a solid floor that radiated an emerald glow.

This is the interior of a magnificent hall, the dome of which is hundreds of meters high, and even larger than the eleven temples of light on Heavenly Hill where the Pope of the past generations are buried.

In front of the grandeur created by the grand space, anyone will involuntarily feel small.

Constantine was okay, after following the Pope through the "Heavenly Mountain", he was already quite mentally prepared.

But seeing such a grand and exquisite building, he still couldn't help but feel a great shock in his heart.

Clusters of orange-red flames floated above the hall, acting as a light source, and the bright but gentle light of the fire outlined every detail of the spacious hall, and also illuminated the delicate and elegant words on the walls.

Constantine only glanced at it and recognized that it was an ancient elven script, perhaps dating back to the time when the High Elf dynasty ruled the continent of Icadia.

It was in the Middle Ages, more than a thousand years ago, before the rise of human beings.

Constantine then looked around, and his pupils shrank slightly when he noticed the hedron floor flowing with a glossy emerald glow beneath his feet.

The floor of this hall is made entirely of magic crystals, but looking at the bright luster, you can see that the purity of these magic crystals is so high that it is not an exaggeration to describe the value of the city.

Even if you cut off a small piece of it and put it in the alchemy altar, it will make countless alchemists like a treasure.

However, the magic crystals that can be used to inlay the raw materials of the higher staffs are actually only used to pave the floor in this hall.

Under the crystal floor, there is a tide formed by a large amount of magical power.

Constantine stepped cautiously on the emerald crystal floor, his steps as light as a feather, lest he accidentally crush the floor and be swallowed by the terrifying magical energy.

The temple is surrounded by stone statues of elves, with smooth lines and artistic edges and corners, which can be seen at a glance by the hands of master-level stonemasons.

After walking for some time, Constantine finally came to the end of the hall.

At the end of the hall, there stood a throne made of crystal, the crystal throne was nearly ten meters high, and the base was carved with an intricate magic pattern circle.

The magic circle shone brightly, and the symbols of the sun, moon and stars were painted in gold, mythril and sapphires, making it look beautiful.

On the throne, an old man dressed in a beautiful robe and wearing a hood was sitting upright on the throne, closing his eyes and recuperating.

The old man had fair skin and a clear countenance, but the wrinkles on his face were so thick that they looked like dry bark.

Behind the Crystal Throne is a towering gate with a World Tree that reaches to the sky.

At this moment, the door has quietly opened, revealing a gap.

The slight sound of footsteps came into his ears, and the old man Huo De opened his eyes, and his dark green eyes gave birth to an incomparably terrifying majesty, and his sharp and cold gaze fell on Constantine, as if it was about to penetrate his whole body.

Constantine bowed slightly, "Hello, senior, I am a descendant of Faust and have come to visit his mausoleum. ”

He vaguely guessed that the old man in front of him should be the strong man who helped Faust guard the mausoleum as his mother said in the parchment.

The old man did not reply, but still stared at him indifferently, as if he were staring at someone who had been dead for many years.

Constantine felt his shoulders suddenly heavier, as if he had been poured into a lump of lead, and there was some terrible power in the old man's gaze.

The old mage raised his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, and then, a dark green light erupted and bloomed in midair, forming a huge web of light that enveloped Constantine's body.

After being promoted to Crown Mage, Constantine became extremely sensitive to fluctuations in magical power, and although it didn't seem to be a powerful attack spell, Constantine didn't care in the slightest.

Almost as soon as the old man raised his hand, his lips also moved, and a few short syllables were spoken, and light blue energy beams intertwined, turning into an incomparably sharp arcane blade, slashing towards the large dark green net that slashed at the attack.

【Energy Cutting】

However, to Constantine's great consternation, the energy blade, which even steel could cut through the fuse, failed for the first time.

The beam of energy hit the dark green net, but it was bounced away mercilessly, and it couldn't even rub the edge down.

Such astonishing resilience was beyond Constantine's imagination.

The dark green web of light exuded an unusually dangerous magical aura, like a spider web spewed by the Spider Demon King in the forest to his prey, and it fell towards Constantine.

But Constantine was not just a pure magician, and the housekeeping skills honed in the bloody battles of life and death in previous years have not been lost.

Instinctively, he totoed a little and flashed to the side, using his refracting body to avoid the magic net.

With a move of Constantine's hand, dense arcane missiles appeared above the main hall, and the crimson barrage was like a swift meteor, dragging out a purple arc and blasting towards the mysterious mage who was high on the throne.

There are hundreds of magic missiles, and all of them are instantaneous.

In terms of the casting speed of low-level arcane spells alone, Constantine's current attainments are not even inferior to Joey's, and the arcane barrage in front of him already has a bit of the style of Joey's spell casting in the sewers that day.

An imperceptible discoloration flashed in the old mage's cloudy eyes, and a dark green magical glow rose from under his feet, covering his entire body.

The missile storm smashed on the spell shield and scattered like raindrops on the steel plates, leaving only a few scattered splashes in vain.

The old mage dissipated his shield, raised his arms, looked solemn, and chanted the incantation in an old voice.

His voice was hoarse like the trills of badly worn strings, but it was mysterious and noble, like a former king standing in front of a forgotten ruin.

The sound rose to the dome of the hall, and the old man, along with the throne under him, bloomed with an incomparably dazzling blue light, and the magic power like an abyss spread to the entire hall, making the floor paved with magic crystals emit a crisp concussive sound.

Constantine couldn't help but take a few steps back, his face was extremely shocked, the mysterious old man in front of him was actually a real great mage.

And an archmage from a thousand years ago!

Constantine, who is familiar with the history of magic, knew very well that before the rise of the World Tree Council, the continent of Icadia in the Middle Ages was very different from today, and the development of magical civilization was very lagging behind, in that era of ignorance, the magic system was far from mature, the level of spells was extremely low, and the number of high-level spellcasters was less than one ten-thousandth of what it is now.

At that time, not to mention the top ten magic guides, in any corner of the continent, he could already be called an archmage if he could throw a few fireballs at will.

Measured by the scale of power thousands of years ago, the old man in front of him must have been one of the strongest people in the entire world at that time, and may even be a famous existence in the history of magic.

Even in the current continent, this old man's strength is worthy of the name of the Great Magister.

Such a terrifying magical powerhouse was actually used by Faustra as a grave keeper?