Siegel took a deep breath, then pulled out the stardust, letting the vortex of the portal consume him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the door of the study open, and Modesti was the first to step in.

The entrance to the portal closed, leaving only a remnant of this moment in Siegel's vision, and he seemed to hear angry cries from the void, and everything around him began to jump wildly, and fierce shocks came from all directions, constantly beating his body.

He was like a rag being shaken, and blood was constantly spurting out of his mouth and nose. The void devoured the blood, leaving no dross behind, and if he didn't leave through the exit immediately, I'm afraid he would have the same fate.

He raised his wand and tried to summon the elemental forces around him to build a spell, but there was nothing in the void. He could only turn to his own body, squeezing the remaining magical energy from his muscles, blood, and bones.

With only one chance to use a spell, Siegel did not hesitate to choose a spell that had already been used hundreds of times: Elemental Summoning. He tuned the flames in the group, formed a flying firebird in front of him, clamped himself with his claws, and dragged it violently outward.

This spell concentrated all the magical energy in his body, including the spell that was supposed to protect him from damage through the Void. In an instant, he was exposed to the void, and every pore of his body felt the pressure of being annihilated. The blood tried to squeeze through the blood vessels and the skin to escape, and the eyeballs bulged out in the squeezing, and a burst of death cold seeped into the bone marrow, making his thinking slow.

Only the place where the fire element grabbed still had a little warm feeling.

Siegel only felt that the world was spinning, and his eyes were full of strange images, and his mind was rumbling. He didn't know if he had spent a moment in the void or ten thousand years. Because the sense of time and space is all in chaos. There was a mournful sound all around. Circling around his body. It's like a scene where countless wraiths roar.

The first thing he regained was a sense of gravity. It's like on a ship, traveling over the wind and waves, constantly jolting and shaking, but Siegel does feel gravity. He knew that it couldn't be that the heavens and the earth were shaking, it could only be himself, so he slowly regained his sense of touch.

He tried to take a breath, the pain in his lungs nothing compared to the joy of breathing again, letting him know that he was out of the void of the teleportation interval. Accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing. He slowly discerned whether the voice in his head was from a fantasy or from the outside world.

The sound of a wraith's roar began to fade away, but it was actually the echo of the beating heart. The swirling colors were gradually replaced by green fluorescence, and here was the Hall of the Skull's Throne, where the lines of plasma on the floor were clearly visible.

Siegel found himself resting his hand on the line, a large amount of electricity like a rushing river, constantly washing his skin. He jerked his hand back, but it caused him to lose his balance and fall to the hard brass floor. His skull heard the ancient sound of history, contending with the sizzling of electricity, and gradually merging with the sound of his heartbeat. Eventually, it becomes a distant background sound, and at last everything is silent.

The necklace with twenty dice was right in front of his eyes. The number 4 on the dice sparkles. He struggled to hold on to it with his hands, understanding what it did: immunity to plasma damage.

Why is this ability? Siegel is puzzled, why not let himself survive the void? If you want to talk about the test of life and death, when you pass through the portal before, it is the earliest life and death difficulty, and squeezing out the elemental power in the body is the last shot, why is it plasma immunity in the end?

He fell to his knees, little by little regained control of his body, and began to concentrate, using meditation to regain his concentration on magic. He called out to the elemental energy around him, but the magical energy cracked in his hand like shattered ice, and all that was left around was the purest electricity, the only kind of energy.

The tingling sensation spread through every muscle and muscle, making his body twitch involuntarily. The magic that was supposed to pour in didn't enter, leaving only empty wounds. If he hadn't drained the elemental energy in his body in the void, he wouldn't have done that, but now he was like an extremely dehydrated patient, still trying in vain to draw nutrients from the desert.

He had only one choice, to temporarily abandon elemental energy and use electricity instead. He had to eliminate spells that required a combination of elements to be cast. Other than that, he only has the martial arts as a warrior to defend himself.

What about Star Dust?

Siegel stood up and looked at the ground that had become a mess from teleportation. Most of the items that were sucked in, mainly books and paper, were destroyed by the plasma network on the ground, turning them into charred black residues. His sword was not in his hand, but in the back of the throne's chair, dangling to himself. Siegel walked over and drew his sword. At that moment, he seemed to hear a cheer of joy.

If it wasn't an illusion?, Siegel frowned. In this strange place, everything cannot be careless, and any clue may determine life and death. He held his sword and watched where Stardust hit. At the top of the back of the king's seat, the Flame Soul Crystal gem on the claw rest shone brightly. A clear wound was a few inches away, cut into the motto "Flesh and blood will pass away, but thoughts will be eternal."

He picked up his sword flat, aimed the sharp tip of the sword at the red Flame Soul Crystal, and stabbed it inch by inch. With a sigh, he heard a calm voice say, "Stop, stop your crazy moves." ”

The green lines of plasma on the ground begin to beat, then slowly retract and finally converge under the base of the chair. Siegel waited quietly for a moment, until he saw a fluttering phantom figure appear on the chair, the silhouette of a middle-aged human man. He had wavy curls and neat stubble, and his eyes were open with a calm, deep gaze. He appeared to be a tattered piece of leather armor, the iron gauntlets he wore on his hands were mutilated, and the cloak behind him looked more like it had been burned by fire and was full of holes.

"Who are you?" Siegel asked.

"I am Monroe Towan, steward and prisoner of the Shadow Shifting Throne. The phantom said, "Please remove your Star Condensing Sword from the Flame Soul Crystal, and don't destroy it, or everyone will be lost in the Void." ”

"Send me back. "The star dust didn't shake at all, and it was still facing the Flame Soul Crystal Gem.

"I can't do it. Monroe replied, "I can only passively manage and protect, and I can't open the teleportation channel." ”

"And what are you? intelligent objects, parasitic souls, or projections?"

"I am the Shadow of the Dead. Monroe replied, "I am the remains of a destroyed world, the dregs that should have disappeared." ”

"You're lying!" said Siegel, "The Shadow of the Dead I've seen isn't what you are......!"

Monroe smiled softly, and his face and silhouette became hazy. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a milky white smoke, emitting a faint light. Then he changed back and said in a calm tone, "What color have you seen?"

"Almost pure white. Siegel replied.

"Then he's a lucky man. Monroe said, "Not overwhelmed by the desperation of destruction, but still retained the last of his will." ”

"I don't understand. Siegel said, "What the hell is the Shadow of the Dead?"

"The souls of the dead need a place to go, maybe the kingdom of God, maybe some kind of regular passage. The soul is the most precious resource in the entire universe and should not be wasted. Monroe explained, "But what happens if all the kingdoms of God in a world are destroyed at the same time, and the souls of the whole world have nowhere to go? Eternal life is a curse, and eternal death is even more so." This is the Shadow of the Dead, a homeless ghost. ”

"Then the resentful spirits that can possess others are actually the shadows of the dead spirits?"

"Yes. Monro replied, "Only in the Flame Soul Crystal can the resentment of the Shadow of the Dead be gradually removed, and the imprint from the previous world that it possesses will disappear." Only in this way can we merge into the kingdom of God in other worlds and find a home. ”

That's why the spirits are constantly possessing them, trying to cause death after death. Are they trying to adapt to the rules of the new world in this way? No wonder they gradually dim until they disappear. ”

"It looks like you've fought with them and survived. Monroe said, "I have to say, you're a lucky man." ”

"Lucky?" Siegel snorted, "Are there fewer deaths from the wraith?"

"We never attack unless someone leads us. Monroe said, "Every new world has its own God, and the more we do, the harder it will be to find a home." Whether it is the Shadow of the Dead or the Resentful Spirit, it is just the pain of the previous world, how can it continue to this life?The Flame Soul Crystal itself is harmless, and it is nothing if it is broken into pieces, but when it is deliberately guided, it will release the resentful spirit that has lost its place of residence, which is why I stopped you. ”

Siegel thought for a moment, put away his sword, and stood in front of the throne. "Tell me how to get out of here and get back to where I came from," he said.

"Maybe you can open the door and get out of here, maybe not. Monroe said, "This metal palace is used for space traversal, but I'm just a manager, not a leader. I obey the will of Lord Naegus and wait in the Void to open the passage to the various Void Ships. ”

"Void Ship?" said Siegel to the bronze gate, confused. He used all his strength, but the gate did not move. When Siegel raised the Stardust Sword in his hand, Monroe suddenly said, "Don't do this. It is true that the weapon in your hand can destroy the gate, but now that there is a void outside, you will die if you go out. We haven't reached our destination yet, so please be patient. ”

"Tell me what you know, including Nakus, including the Void Ship. Siegel said to the Shadow of the Dead, "Tell me where there's something to greet me at my destination." (To be continued......)

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