Just when Mycenaeol's two palms were pushed by an external force and were about to slap his head, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with a piercing cold light, and Sen Ran drank coldly:

"You want to kill me? It doesn't matter who you are! Even my own mother...... Neither is it allowed!

」

Call~

Suddenly, an extremely fierce murderous aura erupted from him.

This murderous aura was so intense that in the midst of the galloping roar, even the hideous barbs that shook endlessly appeared everywhere on its body.

"Die!

！」

Mycenil raised his arms with a fierce cry, grabbed the beautiful and charred heads on either side of his shoulders, and then pulled forward with great force.

Whew! He slammed the two emaciated and mutilated bodies connected to the back of the two skulls to the ground.

Bang!

Hard bricks crumble.

The momentum of its movements was so strong that it even drove the air in the warehouse to suddenly rotate, forming a strong wind vortex in the shape of a white mist.

Immediately afterward, he ignored the cries and pleadings of the two "mothers", his face was cold and hard, and he pressed their heads and faces with both palms, and suddenly urged the extremely toxic Hydra magic in his body, and roared and erupted.

Snort!

！

Suddenly, a terrifying and violent corrosive sound resounded throughout the art museum.

"Ahhhh Neil don't! Don't kill your mother!"

With an extremely terrible scream, the two "mothers" were forcibly corrupted off most of their heads by Mycenaer with magic in a matter of seconds.

After the pain was extreme, their hands even scratched frantically on the ground, and they scratched more than a dozen shocking ravines from the cold and hard floor tiles.

Snort!

After a long time, even the ground had been corroded into two large pits connected together, and Mycenaer staggered to his feet.

Wheezing and staring at the shriveled bones in the pits on the ground that had been corroded to a few bites, his brain was in a mess and he raised his hands in front of his face, his eyes clouded as he looked at the mottled blood stains on his palms, and muttered, "I...... What exactly did I do? I killed...... Mother!"

Mycenaer suddenly remembered what an elderly wizard had said to him when he was a teenager and became an apprentice to the Invisible Hand:

"If you want to become a wizard, you must have the consciousness that you are no longer human."

So, his eyes returned to clarity, and he muttered in a low voice, "Whether it's true or fake, even if I do it again, I will ......."

Whew-

Suddenly, a dry breeze blew.

In an instant, the old storeroom where Mycenaer was located, the elegant but slightly tight studio corridor outside the storeroom, and even the entire ivory art museum, all disappeared.

In its place, there is a huge temple that is unknown to the surrounding Changmo Lake.

"What kind of place is this? Space teleportation? Or is it an illusion that deceives the mind?"

He lowered his hands suddenly, and looked around with a cold light in his eyes.

In the midst of a hurried look, Mycenaer suddenly discovered.

In this excessively large hall, there is a faint sense of decay that is extremely strong.

It's not an olfactory smell.

Rather, it is an atmosphere and image that seems to have gone through countless thousands of years and things have decayed to the extreme.

In this atmosphere of decay, a dark and dense fog that seems to be like a substance is constantly overflowing, scattering and flying in all directions.

These fogs seemed to have the ability to completely obscure mental perception, and suddenly Mycenae became "blind."

Helplessly, he could only look around with his naked eyes with a stern face, and at the same time, the magic power of his whole body was surging.

Mycenae had a sense of foreboding.

Stimulated by this premonition, various speculations kept appearing in his mind:

"Could this be the burial chamber of some otherworldly sunshine-level being? In Pro

Banished yourself to the outer void before you died? In the end, I fell into the inner part of the secret realm?"

Out of caution, Mycenaer did not immediately attack the surroundings indiscriminately.

Instead, they are always ready, brewing, and slowly pacing.

Just wait for the real enemy to be captured, and then give the opponent a fatal blow with all your might.

Although he was in a state of vigilance, his foot strength was not slow.

In just half a minute, he traveled more than ten kilometers at a speed close to the speed of sound.

Paradoxically, even after walking such a long straight line, he still failed to touch any of the walls of this temple.

However, after visiting this area, Mycenaer also made a new discovery.

Through the layers of dense gray mist, he faintly saw that on the potholed ground more than a thousand meters in front of him, a dark wooden coffin that was only more than two meters long was quietly placed.

The wooden coffin also seems to have gone through an extremely long period of time.

From a distance, it was rotten and almost falling apart.

But at this moment, from the coffin that was about to fall apart, an extremely dry voice suddenly came:

"Mycenil, congratulations, you have passed the test."

"Who?!"

Mycenil immediately shouted, his whole body was full of magic power, and in an instant, a phantom of nine evil dragons hundreds of meters high appeared, and the strong wind howled, full of poisonous mist roaring towards the black ancient coffin more than a thousand meters away.

But as soon as this majestic evil dragon phantom swept half a distance, and did not even touch the outer area of the coffin, it flickered and disappeared inexplicably.

And Myceniel's body magically crossed a distance of more than 1,000 meters out of thin air and was forcibly "taken" to the ancient coffin.

After reaching such a close distance, he realized that on top of this black coffin, which was almost falling apart, there was actually a rough puppet figure that was only more than half a meter tall and covered with terrible cracks all over his body.

From the puppet in front of him, Mycenae sensed a strong breath of life.

"Puppet...... Are you talking?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep and tentative voice, "I guess the ...... that happened in the museum warehouse just now You're all doing it, aren't you?"

Buzz –

The puppet's dark, sunken eyes lit up suddenly.

It sat on the black coffin, Kakaka raised his head, looked at Mycenaer with a wary face, and said indifferently:

"Young man, don't be in too much of a hurry."

"Also, treat the elderly with respect."

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger and pointed it flat.

Rumble!

Mycenil's face changed, and he suddenly felt that his body was "frozen" on the spot by a dark force from the inside out.

Especially the Hydra magic that had gradually changed his own bloodline, it was as if he was dead at this moment, and there was no reaction at all.

"Mycenaeol, I have watched you for a long time."

There was no expression on the puppet's stiff face, but there was a laugh, "Actually, even if it was really your mother just now, you would never show mercy for your own life, right?"

"A little bit of heart-attacking words doesn't make sense to me."

Mycenaer looked at each other with a deep gaze, "Who the hell are you?" What the hell are you going to do?"

The puppet didn't answer his question, but just sighed, "As long as it exists, it can't exist forever, or that there is no such thing as eternal existence in this world."

After saying these unfinished words, the puppet looked at Mycenaer again and said:

"As you can see, I've been dead for a long, long time, even this spirit puppet...... It won't last long.

So what you just did was just a test, a test of whether you have enough mind to be qualified to accept my legacy.

Now it seems that your mind is no longer human, and you are qualified to pass on my knowledge."

"Huh." Mycenaeil smirked sarcastically, "With all due respect, the logical chain of this whole event is very weak, and you say that you have been observing me for a long time? close

I will not comment on this point, but I will put it aside for now.

But how can you guarantee that I will enter this secret realm by chance? How can I be sure that I will enter this museum?

If someone else were to get in here, would you say something new?"

It can be seen from inside and outside that he is clearly very suspicious of the puppet's words.

I wonder if the inheritance in the other party's mouth is a disguised manipulation or even seizure.

"When the outcome is set, the process and the cause are no longer important, or in other words, the cause and the process have to make way for the result."

The puppet said slowly in an old voice, "No matter how many lines are placed, no matter how scattered they are, they will always be stable at a certain node, reorganize order in chaos, and lie in the pulse of the years, so that at a certain moment, the result that has already been set will be perfectly presented, and the beauty of witchcraft rituals lies in this."

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

The morning star, the bright moon, and even the sun in it...... How many will there be?"

After he had digested the contents, he asked, "Then ...... the kingdom of Gendaya now?"

Vashak sighed, "All the splendor of the land of Gendaya has been turned to dust in that incomparably ancient age."

"What kind of power is that capable of destroying the entire country of Gendaya?"

Mycenaer asked in a deep voice.

Vashak was silent for a while, and then said:

"The culprit of destroying Gendaya is the evil god from the evil world beyond the endless void."

"Beyond the Endless Void? Turbidity and Evil World?"

When Mycenaer heard these two unfamiliar words, he was immediately stunned.

Seeing his reaction, Vashak shook his head slightly, "It seems that your understanding of the Endless Void is lacking."

With a wave of his hand, he grabbed a dark cloud of dust and mist, and pinched it into an irregular spherical cloud of qi.

He pointed to the cloud of qi and said:

"Endless years ago, in the midst of an empty nothingness, there was a mess of irregular entities.

Within the lifeless mass of entities, conflicting forces are piled up haphazardly.

But many years ago, after an infinite period of time, the source of this chaotic conflict inexplicably released an aura of holiness and lightness.

This breath of incomparably pure and incomparably clean forms the endless void in which we are now located.

And the source of that chaotic conflict, because of the loss of that cleanliness, from the already low-level and unclean state, completely fell into the ultimate state of filth, and in a terrifying explosion, shattered into countless filth.

This piece of filth has become a turbid and evil world.

In these great worlds, there are low-level worlds that are twisted like balls, and there are countless billions of billions.

And all the worlds in the light and holy world that burst out of chaos on our side are flat worlds with the heavens and the earth in order, full of order and sacredness."