"Holy!"

Leon cursed angrily and jumped into the corner of the tomb.

A swarm of bats descended from the sky, their wings flapping and rolling up a cloud of dust and ashes.

The bats were small, slender, with a pair of membrane-like wings on their backs and worn cloth clothes. Their faces are pale, their eyes are sunken, their lips are shriveled, their bodies are emaciated, and their eyes are blood-red.

Their eyeballs do not have pupils, but are covered with dense blood lines, exuding a scarlet evil aura that gives people a creepy feeling.

"Bat Spirit?"

Leon narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the group of bat spirits.

The Bat Demon is a new race formed by the combination of vampires and bat demons, with extremely powerful flesh and strength, good at flying, amazing speed, and strong attack power.

However, the IQ of the bat demon is generally low, and basically only knows how to kill, lacking soul.

Leon didn't make a rash move, he stood still, cautiously guarded.

The bat spirits gathered around the bronze coffin, sniffing each other and making high-pitched and piercing cries, as if arguing and communicating.

"What are they doing?"

Leon touched the gold key hanging from his belt and muttered, "Since this thing is the key to open the coffin, it must be ......"

He lifted his foot and kicked the golden brick at his feet, and walked towards the coffin, trying to open the heavy coffin.

Bang! Bang!

As soon as he took two steps, there was a muffled sound in the coffin, as if someone was pounding the coffin board with his fist.

Leon frowned, crouched on the edge of the coffin, and listened carefully.

Knock~knock~knock~

Every time the person in the coffin pounds the coffin board, his chest will bulge slightly, making a dull sound, as if a person is breathing hard.

"Is this guy alive?"

Leon guessed suspiciously, and stretched out his finger to poke the wall of the coffin.

Boom!

The dull sound was heard again, and sparks splashed on the walls of the coffin, showing the strength of the percussioner.

The muscles of Leon's right arm tensed, and with great strength, he slammed into the coffin board, smashing into the strange existence inside the coffin.

The coffin board was obstructed, paused for a moment, and continued to smash into the presence inside, but did not hit any target.

"There's a misty shadow in this coffin?"

Li Ang secretly thought, swung his fist again, and hit the coffin again and again, each time he could hit accurately, but he never touched the strange existence inside.

The strange presence in the coffin seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and Leon couldn't catch its movement at all.

"This kind of thing can only be done by magic, right?"

Li Ang thought silently in his heart, and a string of crystal skulls appeared on his wrist, gently knocking on the wall of the coffin, and at the same time condensing his spiritual power, sensing the surrounding wind, the frequency of ground trembling, air humidity and other information.

A moment later, his eyes lit up, his right arm was raised, and he swung it out violently, shattering the side wall of the coffin.

There were several deep marks on the side wall of the coffin, and it was empty, except for a pile of bones, scattered around it.

Li Ang was stunned for a moment, looked at the bones, his face was strange, and muttered, "This guy ...... Ran away? ”

He picked up a skeleton and squeezed it in his hand to look closely, "What is this thing?" Bone? ”

Leon put the skull under his nose and sniffed.

A rancid smell hit the face, disgusting.

"The smell was exactly the same as the smell of rotting corpses on Egyptian shamans, but it clearly didn't belong to witchcraft.

These bones, though pale green in color, are as hard as steel, and show no signs of decay, and should have died for many days.

This guy still has so much power after his death, no wonder he dares to break into the imperial tomb. ”

Leon was secretly surprised in his heart, threw the skeleton aside, walked to the bronze coffin, and looked at the body in the coffin, "Could it be that the Egyptian wizard really buried Abraham here?" Estadine? ”

The bronze runes on the coffin board have long been damaged and dilapidated, but they can still be seen in the original majesty and domineering solemnity, as well as the strong atmosphere of ancient Egyptian luxury.

Leon stared at the bronze lines on the lid of the coffin, muttered for a long time, slowly closed his eyes, urged the magic book in his mind, and unfolded the Bible.

Whoa...

The golden light shone out from the pages of the book, like a blazing sun, reflecting the surrounding area into a white expanse.

"This is..."

Li Ang opened his eyes and looked at his palm, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

There, he sensed an ancient and intricate sigil, shimmering with a faint light, like a miniature version of the sun.

Sacred Word?

Sacred Word is the most common and simplest form of spells, and is cast in a way that consists mainly of spells and spells.

A mantra is the recitation of scriptures and a prayerful gesture of asking God to grant divine power, so as to produce powerful magic and drive magic.

The magic text is even more obscure, containing a huge amount of information and a variety of things, some of which are even unheard of by Li Ang.

The effect of the Holy Word Technique is to increase the spiritual power, increasing the strength and stability of the release of spiritual power.

The effect of the magic text is to increase the magic output and increase the effect of magic damage.

The key to both lies in the 'spell', and it is only through the spell that powerful magic can be unleashed.

However, the holy words here are completely different from the magic script, and they are filled with an eerie and evil aura, as if they are cursed words from the depths of hell.

This power, Leon had seen in a certain necromancer.

"It's him."

Leon's eyelids jumped, thinking of the resentful witch who had been sucked into the ground, and his heart twitched violently.

The necromancer he knew, whose name was Calfred Victor, was a powerful magician, with a strength comparable to that of legends, and who was said to be the apprentice of an ancient mage.

Unfortunately, Calfred Victor didn't like to cast spells, and spent the rest of his time in Taliban churches, enjoying a leisurely and peaceful day, drinking a cup of coffee and reading old books.

How could such an ordinary figure die in an ancient tomb thousands of years ago?

"Could it be that the tomb robbers dug the wrong crypt and killed the owner of the tomb?"

Leon shook his head, whether Carl Fred was killed or not, he didn't have time to think about it now.

He first examined the inside of the coffin and found a puddle of viscous liquid with a disgusting sour smell.

There were several human skeletons floating on the surface of the liquid, both men and women, all of whom remained in a sitting position, as if they were still sitting cross-legged and bowing reverently after death.

Leon took out a candle and stuck it in the grave.

"Hmm...... Ahem! ”

Suddenly, the coffin shook, and there was a hoarse cough inside, followed by a rough and loud laugh.

The laughter grew clearer and louder, until the cave hummed.

Click.

The lid of the bronze coffin suddenly popped up, and a pale face poked out of it, with deep-set eyes, uneven cheeks, and facial features crowded together, revealing a hideous and terrifying expression.