Looking at the scene ahead, Artis's eyes were clear, and his divine power was blessed on his eyes, wanting to see clearly what was happening in front of him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the dust obscured the vision, and there was only darkness.

This is not a scene that is happening now, but a fragment of time, which cannot be touched unless you step into eternity and involve the layers of time.

Eventually, the dust in front of us gradually dissipated, and the original began to change back to its original appearance.

Artis walked forward and looked around, where more than a dozen skeletons lay silently in place, some covered in tattered black robes embroidered with ten stars.

At the forefront, a golden skeleton stretched its hand forward, as if trying to touch something. The altar that had been in front of him had vanished, as if it had never existed.

Artis looked around, and there was not much of value left in the same place, only the wreckage and trivialities of the place.

After all, after tens of thousands of years, even the most precious things should be turned to dust.

He thought softly as he crushed a skeleton.

As if thinking of something, he was stunned for a moment, and the divine power in his hand was triggered, enveloping the golden skeleton in front of him.

Then, under the gaze of Artis, the skeleton began to metamorphose.

As if going back in time, the skeleton, which was on the verge of falling apart, began to revive and gradually return to its original appearance.

Finally, a middle-aged man in a robe appeared in place, motionless and without the breath of life.

This is the influence of time, with the power of the sixth-level peak of Artis, it is already possible to slightly set foot in time, although it is impossible to revive the people who have passed away in the past, but it is no problem to just restore it.

Looking at the almost resuscitated skeleton, Artis looked into his face.

It was a face that felt somewhat familiar to Artis, but also somewhat unfamiliar, and it was very similar to Elia.

"Sure enough..." Artis's face sank, and he didn't look in front of him anymore, and walked directly along the passage in front of him.

Without the support of divine power, the shortly recovered bones quietly returned to their original state, and then directly collapsed, turning into bits of golden powder.

As he walked forward, the clues in his mind echoed little by little, and a complete vein emerged in Artsis's mind, making his heart sink in.

At this moment, the Divine Personality of Fate trembled slightly, and a faint premonition came to his mind.

His pupils were cold, and he no longer looked around, but his figure moved, walking forward.

The road ahead made a straight road, and he walked silently forward, not seeing the end.

"Is this the end?" he sighed, looking into the void ahead of him.

This room itself is in the gap between time and space, and anyone who enters here will leave a little imprint in time, that is, those shadows.

However, it is easy to get in, but it is difficult to get out, even with the power of Artis, it is impossible to get out of trouble in a short period of time.

And the other side.

Under a grand altar, the earth was already covered with flesh and blood, and a little pure blood continued to evaporate, gradually blessing the altar above.

And in the center of the altar, a huge statue of a demon dragon is enshrined, roaring in front of it.

And below the statue, there are people wearing ten-star robes, which are the same as the images that Artis had seen before.

"This batch of sacrifices has almost been arrested. Ahead, a middle-aged man who looked somewhat like Elia looked down.

Below, tall demons pressed a person up and slowly carried them to the front of the altar.

If you look closely, you can see that these people are full of powerful aura, and some of them are even wearing easily recognizable wizard robes.

In the frightened and disbelieving eyes of these strong men, one by one the demons had hideous faces, and they were disemboweled, serving as sacrifices here.

In this process, there are many strong people who are still struggling, but as if they are bound by something, they can't break free, they can only keep rolling in place.

For these powerhouses, it is far from enough to just open their stomachs, if they are not suppressed by extraordinary strength, they can even be reborn in a short period of time.

A little red light appeared at the statue in front of him, and the eyes of the demon dragon were red, exuding a huge majesty, suppressing all the power of these people.

On the contrary, those Ten Star Cultists and Demons seemed to be like fish in water, not only did they not feel the slightest feeling of being suppressed, but they enjoyed them extremely much.

"This is the third batch. A ten-star sect said with a grim face.

"With the blood sacrifice of such a large number of strong people, the magic circle that originally lacked strength should be able to be reactivated, and it is not in vain that we took the initiative to send a message, so that these stupid people came to die one after another. The leader sneered slightly.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, our ancestors prepared to establish a magic circle, ready to accomplish the goal buried in our bloodline, but something happened at a critical moment, and the magic circle was closed, and only some bloodlines were still multiplying in the outside world. ”

"Now, after tens of thousands of years of reproduction, we have finally returned to this place, where we are able to embark on the unfinished mission of our ancestors. ”

Below, countless Ten Star Cultists enthusiastically worshiped the Demon Dragon statue in front of them, looking at this scene, the leader showed a little madness on his face, and laughed in place.

"The power has almost been accumulated, and now what is missing is the last medium. ”

"Don't worry, you're ready. ”

The leader looked down, and there, two Ten Star Cultists pressed a figure forward and came to his side.

Elia shook her head and looked at the surroundings with a hint of anger and bitterness on her face.

"Father, what are you doing!" he shouted angrily as he looked at the leader of the Ten Star Sect in front of him.

"What am I doing?" the leader was stunned for a moment, then smiled maniacally. "Of course it's doing what we have to do. ”

Looking at the familiar relatives in front of him, as well as the dense corpses and flesh around him, Elia's heart couldn't help but feel cold.

"Have you been controlled by the cult?" he looked around bitterly, and among the surrounding Ten Star Cultists, he saw many familiar figures.

"Don't worry, I'm not crazy. Seeing Elia like this, the leader shook his head: "You just haven't woken up yet. ”

He waved his hand, and in front of him, two demons carried Elia out and slowly lowered him above the altar in front of him, staring at the statue of the demon dragon.

Before Elia reached the statue, the Machi's eyes began to glow with a little red light, slowly enveloping Elia's body.

Then, change began to happen.