"It means war!"

Wankel's roar echoed through the treasury, and the pyramid trembled. In his rage, his tail slammed into the wall, causing it to wobble.

"Your Majesty, please be quiet!" Victor pleaded, before he could press the house down on them.

"Ah, that's bringing me back." Furiben said from his scythe. "I shouldn't be happy at this sight...... But I did rejoice. ”

"You, shut up," Victor replied, while Julie tried to calm her uncle down.

"Uncle, we can find new treasures—"

"It's not about the treasure!" Van Kerr roared, and his niece winced at his outburst. "This is an insult to me personally and a challenge to my authority as the first and greatest dragon adventurer!"

When Winkel loudly announces the Third Frozen War and complains to his niece, Victor notices Kia's surprisingly calm. She was busy checking the mummy left behind by Ice Fang, ignoring the dust falling from the ceiling.

"The mummy didn't come back to life," Kia said after completion. "They ransacked the treasury of the pyramids, but there was no mummy resurrection."

"So what?" Victor asked, and then understood. "Oh, I see. If this is the real treasure room of the dungeon, then the corpses will attack or curse the invaders. ”

"The Sabrata is said to be towering into the sky, and this pyramid is smaller than any other dungeon I've visited," Kia replied. "Most of the building is probably below us, and this room is a decoy to keep out stupid intruders."

Ice Fang must have quit after grabbing the first gold he could find; That said, there may be treasure here. How did he know that Van Kerr would soon ransack it? Something doesn't feel right. "So there could be a secret passage, either in this room or in another."

Kia nodded, checking Vai

queu

There are no broken walls. Strange hieroglyphs cover the frescoes, depicting the elves prostrate in front of a giant worm as it devours the sun. Victor recognized the portrait as a symbol of Sabra, the god of time, destruction, and the earth.

Allison tells him that the followers of Sabra have taken over the Elven Empire that rules the continent and then dried it out. The miraculous catastrophe they caused destroyed their entire civilization.

Could the pyramid be just the spire, with the rest buried under the sand?

A painting so small that almost no one would notice caught Victor's attention. A scrawny beast, surrounded by the icy wind, whispered something to the image of a pharaoh. A huge spire blocked their view, and the guy looked at the tower with a wicked grin.

"Vic, can you read the pictures?" Kia's fingers dragged over the dusty runes. "I don't understand the language of elves."

"That's not an elf." Furyburn said from the scythe. "That's Rayhan."

The tongue of the moon beast? In this case, Victor tried to read it, thanks to his Pe

k, he translated the words out loud. "The password is: worm-shaped apples."

As soon as he finished speaking, Victor was engulfed in a purple light. He left the treasure room and went somewhere else. A place full of darkness where he couldn't even see his own hands.

"[Death Candle]," Victor said, a ghostly will manifesting before him, illuminating the room.

The dark, closed room was crawling with living corpses.

Victor immediately raised his scythe and found himself surrounded by eight undead knights, who were three times the height of Kia; The monsters wear heavy armor that can withstand artillery fire, as well as greatswords that can cut horses as easily as cheese. The monsters looked down at him, their crimson eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"A dark room." Frebon guessed, happy that his "master" was about to face trouble. "I have one, but your dragon master broke it."

"Men?" Because no one answered, Victor prepared his scythe, ready to defend his life. "You want to bite me?" Come on!"

But they didn't do anything.

The knights stood there menacingly, looking at him as if he were a prop.

"Hello? You're not going to kill me. "There is no answer; The knights did not move. "Hello? Can you understand me?"

Don't answer. Either they don't care, or they're more likely to don't.

They are unconscious. Terrifying robot, but vulnerable to his [Death Friend] Pe

K's attack.

"Okay......" Victor didn't doubt his luck, he looked around, afraid that there were murals in the stone room with other codes written on them. It doesn't. "Why didn't Kia and others follow up?" I said the code out loud. ”

"You have to say it in their native language." "Your Pe

k translates your words into R'lyeha

, but your friends won't have the same privileges. ”

If you think about it, why didn't Van Kerr call him to his side? It's a prank room, maybe it can stop the teleportation effect?

He had to find a way to escape. Queer. Victor walked out of the room through the only door, and the dead warriors left him.

Victor finds himself in an underground labyrinth of stone staircases and corridors that are in much better shape than the floors above. His will provided him with much-needed light to guide him around.

Rusty steel golems dust off rooms like workers, while undead warriors patrol the area. Victor speculates that a century from now, no sentient creature will continue to guard a silent tomb, leaving only mindless robots to defend it.

Unfortunately for the owner, time did not take kindly to the guards. Most of the puppets are in disrepair, some have fallen and now crawl on their arms. Their design reminds visitors of Rollo, who thinks the puppet may be from this family.

In the early days, fortifications could easily defeat any invaders, while Victor's troops could force their way in.

"Hey, can you tell me where the exit is?" Victor asked one of the undead guards, and he ignored him. “Fu

ibo

Is there any necromancy that can subdue them?"

"If you have the level you need to cast it, I'll teach you. These are the Grave Keepers, one of the most powerful undead in existence. A group of them can overwhelm a dragon. ”

Victor suspects that they won't be able to take Wankel unless there are a large number of people, but he decides not to linger too long, in case their program can outwit his Pe

k。

After wandering around the grave for twenty minutes, he realized that this was easier said than done. There are many rooms in the dungeon, all of which are exactly the same, with nothing but walls and space. He began to carve marks in the stone to mark his path, and soon he realized that he had been spinning.

"Where's the treasure?" Victor didn't know. "Hell, where's the ornament?" Who will build a tomb out of stone?"

"Do you think the grave of an entropy-worshipping cult would care about materialism after death?" Fu

ibo

Laugh at him. "Sabra's followers don't value anything that doesn't come from Earth."

"Wait, you know there may be no treasure in this tomb?" You didn't say anything?"

"I hope you and the dragon will die in vain, is that too much to ask?" Also, have you been to the second room on your left?"

Victor glanced in that direction and found a room he hadn't marked. He walked inside and noticed that it was slightly different from the others.

First, a black sarcophagus lies in the center, covered with the symbol of a worm and purple gemstones. The walls are decorated with frescoes similar to those of the fake treasure room, alongside ornaments such as canopy jars and scimitars on pillars.

The brightness of one of the decorations contrasts with the others: a golden shield covered with precious stones, affixed to the wall in front of the sarcophagus. Victor's "Treasure Hunt Eye" immediately recognizes it as "Crest".

"Trap?"

"Traps." Fu

ibo

Reply.

Victor glanced at the sarcophagus in case it was an imitation or other dangerous device. He carefully struck the water with his scythe, keeping a considerable distance.

When no mummy stood up to kill him, Victor turned to look at the crown and poked it with a scythe. Instead of causing the roof to collapse or anything like that, he received a notice.

Use [Crest to break the class ceiling?] Uh, are you sure?" Victor said that he thought this thing would break his level cap. However, the shield disappeared with a flash of light, which made him nervous.

Crest use! You can now reach level 60!

With [Crown], you gain the [Crown] Personal Perk.

[Crowned Hair]: You have gone from an ordinary adventurer to a hero of folklore. You now have access to more prestigious courses.

C

As soon as Est disappeared, a stone door closed the exit, trapping him inside.

Victor panicked as the sarcophagus began to open from the inside, making a loud squeak. The room was filled with a biting cold wind, and skinny, bandaged fingers grasped the edge of the coffin.

His scythe was his only protection, and Victor found himself staring at the most terrifying mummy he had ever seen. A huge monster dressed in a dirty green robe with bones made of obsidian. The bandages that bind them together were scrolls with hieroglyphs written on them; A funerary mask obscures its skull, with only two glowing lamps in place of the eyes. This entity exudes malevolent and magical powers, and the invisible pressure it unleashes dwarfs even Melodius' pressure.

Victor immediately activates his Monster Insight Pe

k, to find the creature's weakness. He's already fighting in a closed space, so he needs any advantage.

Akhe

apep

Black Pharaoh (Undead/Eldridge)

Weak before the Holy Spirit, life, and holiness.

Powerful for everything else.

The catastrophe of the previous era, one of the superbosses of Ofraymond. The prophet of Sabra, who ruled the southern continent behind the scenes, then destroyed it with a magical superweapon. Can cause sandstorms and earthquakes, evoke armies of death, and kill you with a dastardly look.

Recommended party level: Mid-80s.

Run, Forrest Gump, run!

The thing is it? That's more than 15 floors higher than Kia, not to mention Vai

queu

And him!

"Intruder," the powerful man said heavily, and the magic in his words made the room tremble. "Is it time to end the world?"

"No!" Victor blurted out in a panic.

"Oh?" The ancient mummy sounded confused, and the power in his voice vanished. Before Victor could react, his confusion turned into annoyance. "Then get out of here, Meat Bag."

The old bad guy lay down on his back and closed his sarcophagus.

Victor stood there, amazed at the ridiculous situation before Frebon pulled him out of his trance. "Run, you idiot!" The lich said in alarm. "Before he changes his mind and ruins us both!"

Victor heeded this wise advice and immediately tried to escape from the room, but the stone door did not reopen. He scrutinized the hieroglyphs, frantically searching for a code that would teleport him.

Unfortunately, before he could find the switch, the sarcophagus opened again, and Aknapep crawled out of it; It's not so dramatic this time. The mummy's glowing eyes stare at Victor like an eagle.

"Wait a minute, Meat Bag." The mummy said, his previous solemnity turned into curiosity. "If it's not the end of the world, why are you here?"

This is a very interesting question...... Victor desperately tried to find an excuse, and the black pharaoh was clearly not very patient.

"Speak, fleshbag."

"I'm ...... Check if everything is in order!" Victor is full of lies. "See if you're still there, ready for the big day!"

"Ahh The mummy pondered his words and seemed to believe him. Victor thanked the gods for his privileges and charisma bonuses against monsters. "Yes, I haven't woken up in centuries, but as you can see, I'm fine."

"Yes, it does." Victor nodded. "Since you're completely lifeless, I'll take my leave."

Charm Check......

Failed!

"Why are you in such a hurry, fat man?" Didn't you find me with a lot of traps and guards in the beginning? Unless you're here to ......" the mummy suddenly noticed C

The original location of the est is vacant. Other reasons?"

Victor can swear that the pressure has increased tenfold.

The Black Pharaoh quickly raised a hand and cast a spell faster than the Chief of Staff's brain could calculate. “(Epic Magic Sca

)。 ”

When the ghost text appeared in front of the mummy, Victor used all his willpower to maintain a serious expression. Pharaoh began to mumble to himself, drawing information from him at a faster pace.

"Victor Dalton. A neutral shade of intense chaos. "It seems to legitimize necromancy, and Nightblade pushes his karma away from goodness to chaos." A Red Drake Knight...... Grim Reaper, good...... And also...... Minister of the V&V Empire, Prophet of the Moonmen?"

Victor closed his mouth, Fuliben also closed his mouth, and the mummy finished reading his scan, and the words on it disappeared. "Meatbag, why did a minister from a distant empire come to my grave?" The monster quickly cast a spell to emphasize the danger, "[Stronger Lie Detection]. ”

Well, then don't play tricks.

Maybe half-truths will be useful. He doesn't have to tell the whole truth, he just avoids lying.

"I'm here to find that mysterious artifact called the 'Bottle,'" Victor admitted.

The mummy nodded to herself, not at all surprised. "I see," said the superboss. "Necromancer, why didn't you tell me the real reason you woke me up?"

Let's play, let's play, let's play!" Because you're scary, I thought you'd take me for a thief. The last time this happened, I was having a hard time. ”

"I may be a little intimidating, but you will never be able to usurp your emperor with this attitude. I don't recommend it either. You may be just getting started, or I'm guessing you're thinking about your low level, but there's a lot to be improved in your mindset. I'm not going to tell my advice to everyone who knocks on my door and wants to be a cult. ”

．..

Say it again, okay?

"It's not enough to be a real minister just wearing robes, manipulating the emperor behind the scenes, stealing souls," the mummy continued. "You need a special mentality. You can't imagine how many advisors were cut down by hated knights because they wanted to be emperors and not emperors; Instead, you should make your emperor a powerless puppet so that your enemies will blame him instead of you. Therefore, you can justify your power by getting rid of an 'evil ruler'. ”

The mummy sounds arrogant, like talking to a child, but Victor does not dispel his misunderstanding.

"Patience is the mother of victory." Your time will come. It's not about showing control, it's about being in control. One step at a time. I thought your medium would teach you. ”

"Victor still has a lot to learn." In a flattering, groveling tone, Furibon said that he did not want to go against the almighty mummy. "But he was reckless and rarely listened to me."

"The student's fault is the teacher, I found a lie in your judgment," Pharaoh rebuked the lich. "How many countries have you conquered, Victor the Meat Bag?"

"One." Victor replied quickly, and the mummy was clearly unmoved. "But we're just getting started!"

"Then obviously you need guidance. This is supposed to be the moment when a self-righteous god, like Mithras or the monk god, authorizes a group of knights and peasants to take you down. They've been doing this for centuries, so they're pretty good at it. So you have to do better, starting with the basics. Do the legions of your empire have face-covering helmets?"

"Uh, isn't it?"

"Good. Does your lair have vents for gnomes to climb into?"

"Nope." Furibon replied, then paused. "Does the secret passage count?"

"Is there a secret passage in the castle?" Victor asked. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I-" Fulburn grabbed himself. "Because the time is not ripe."

"You have to cancel the secret passages, except for the escape routes," the mummy said. This is the second strategy. This is followed by the third strategy, 'Be an only child'. ”

Victor wisely decides not to interrupt the creature, as it goes on to give a long speech about killing the Holy Knight as much as possible, and the best way to do it. The chief of staff hoped that he would delay long enough for Winkel and others to come to his rescue.

How long will it take?

Two hours later......

The thirteenth move, the law of fire. "If you kill a person, especially a cunning scoundrel, be sure to shoot him with a repeating arrow and then cremate him. Finally, scatter the ashes into the wind. That way, they won't bother you anymore as undead or reborn. ”

"Huh?" Victor asked, his curiosity overcoming him. "Even if the gods intervene?" Find a friend. ”

"The more broken the ship, the more difficult the task, even for the gods. It's cheap to create the undead with the body intact; Scattered ashes are harder. Now, strategy fourteen, there is no last request rule

Seven hours later......

"Strategy 52, no secret passage." Have the architect inspect your lair to see if there are any secret passages you don't know about, and then tear them down. ”

“But…”

"There is no secret passage" Pharaoh cut off the passage of Fryburn. "A heavily guarded emergency escape route, that's all. Enemies will discover a secret passage and use it to infiltrate your lair. Let them collapse or set traps, or both. ”

"Two?" Victor asked, scribbling notes on the scroll that the mummy had taken out of his bandage.

"Let the passage collapse when the intruder reaches the end. The bodies were then dug up, shot and cremated. If a skin is missing, it is assumed that it has escaped. ”

"It's amazing," Fu

ibo

Said impressively. "Why did I never think of this?"

12 hours later, after a passionate lecture on political intrigue, conquest, managing servants, public relations, magical research, and architecture......

"So, that's why it's essential to provide these meat bags with a steady stream of brainless entertainment so that they become docile. The cat is fine. Cats can be distracting. By the time the helpless masses realize that you intend to conquer and destroy the world, it will be too late. ”

"Fantastic," admitted Victor, who was captivated by the lecture and never had to struggle with fatigue again. So many ideas!" What about the Assassin Ring?"

"Like the forty-four schemes say, as long as you can outbid your competitors, hire only those who are fighting for money. Those who fight for fun give enemies a chance to move or turn to you when they can no longer control their urge to kill. ”

"But what if, suppose, the treasure is guarded by a giant dragon and cannot be used?"

The mummy ponders the question in the same way that a philosopher ponders a complex question. "Give them the title of nobility. Do not ask them to plough the fields. Killers don't want to farm, they want to kill. A dog is a dog, not a cow. ”

"It's like Gardmani should be right to Sco

che

s did that, "Fu."

ibo

Complements his point of view.

"The lesson is to avoid mercenaries, but to make them vassals. Let them work for more than just money. The mummy nodded to herself, pleased with the seminar. This is "The Minister's Hundred Plans". ”

Congratulations! By attending a workshop with a retired evil overlord, you have received personal benefits from [Vizier Education]!

[Minister's Education]: When you deal with manipulation, strategy, statecraft, magic research, or conspiracy against your courtiers, gain +8 bonus to your intelligence.

"I got a perk," Victor said. "Vizier education?"

"Good. You listened. ”

"Have you ever been a minister?" Furibon couldn't help but ask, and the mummy nodded. "I thought you were the last elven pharaoh?"

"I am. How do you think I became Pharaoh? I infiltrated my cult into the upper echelons of the empire, corrupted it from within, and then built this great tower in the name of Sabra to dry the land. The mummy giggled maliciously. I still remember the look on my 'master' when he realized the truth, but it was too late. ”

Yes, he spent centuries in the grave without diluting his evil. But Victor realized that he wasn't up to the monster yet, so he didn't speak. "So, huh...... Thank you for the lesson?"

"You're welcome. Seeing you rush to loot magical items to gain power reminds me of my lost youth. Aknapep searched his sarcophagus and handed Victor a beautiful, dusty blue ceramic vase. This is the bottle you're looking for. My servant is still inside. ”

Victor blinked. "Your minions?"

"Yes and no, my minion. The key to controlling him is to constantly remind him of his humble status in every conversation you have with him. Otherwise he will become rebellious. I don't need his services anymore, so I bequeath him to you. If you are smart, you will never give him freedom. Let's go now. ”

"How?" Victor asked, pointing to the closed door.

The mummy looked at him as if he were an idiot. "Go and ask Mott," replied the undead grasping the edge of the sarcophagus, "all right, Victor Meatbag, I wish you good luck as Prime Minister." Tell the rest of the cultists that I'm okay and that I'll get up at the apocalypse. ”

"Well, of course, I will."

"If anyone disturbs my nap in advance, I'll kill him."

"Definitely."

The mummy closed the sarcophagus, and Victor could swear he heard snoring inside.

Congratulations! You help an ancient dark lord before he wreaks havoc, and you lure him to sleep, and you gain two ranks in [Monster Knight]! You've earned the [Killer of Humanity] class privilege!

+60 hp， +20 sp， +2 st

， +1 vit， +2 ski， +1 agi， +2 i

t， +2 cha !

[Human Killer]: Your armed attacks always count as [Human Killer] and deal double damage to humanoids.

"Is that bottle the same as I thought?" Fu

ibo

Asked.

There's only one way to know. Victor pulled the cap open, and a puff of black smoke came out of the cap.

A tiny, tiny creature popped up; A blue, horned leprechaun with golden eyes.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH !”

The little youkai let out a terrible wail, causing Victor to take a step back. "What—what blissful paradise?"

"Trapped in a beep bottle for hundreds of years!" The elf replied, his screams turning into tears of relief. "I'm out. I finally got out. "It's over...... I have space now...... Space...... Oh, God...... Hundreds of years ......"

Things get more complicated.