The divine priest Herotus opened his mouth, let out an angry lion's roar, and at the same time pointed the golden scepter in his hand at the "Holy Gate".

On the gray stone texture, golden lines quickly highlighted, forming the appearance of a strange-shaped beetle.

Suddenly, the "Saint's Gate" burst out with light, like a miniature sun, which made the high priest's eyes burst into tears. His vision went dark and he was temporarily blinded.

In this dazzling light, the saint's door slowly opened back, the rolling black air was suppressed, and the "wave" quickly subsided.

…………

The movement at the saint's gate alerted Lucien, who was preparing to vaporize his body. Was it the divine priest who discovered something was wrong in the palace? Or was it simply because of Prince Dracula's oppression that he came to check it out?

No matter what the reason is, Lucien has no doubt that the divine priest can see through the permanent phantom he left behind at a glance, and his existence is no longer a secret!

Start the ninth-level scroll jump? Lucien is holding the pale justice in one hand, and still holding the trigger scroll given by the teacher Fernando in the other hand.

As his brain was running rapidly to make a decision, Lucien's eyes subconsciously wandered around the palace. Suddenly he saw the golden coffin of Finks, the Sphinx King, and his heart suddenly moved.

Seems like there's no need to waste this precious scroll?

The saint's door slowly opened, and dazzling light shone in.

Lucien's left hand holding the ninth-level scroll once again took out something from the storage bag. It had a cross engraved in the middle and the sun's rays painted around it. It was the talisman "Crown of the Sun" left by Maskelyne!

Now that Finks has fallen into a deep sleep again, hiding in the gaps in the world of the dead no longer seems so dangerous!

Warm and soft "divine magic" waves as if warmed by the sun spread throughout Lucien's body. The coldness in the Finks palace rolled to the side like a snake and a scorpion, and the rich aura of the dead world came from the direction of the "golden coffin".

A light black gap stood crookedly on the coffin, like a sharp sword hanging above Finks' head.

Lucien held the Pale Justice, the Crown of the Sun and the Jump Scroll, and dragged his heavy steps toward the gap two or three steps away.

The saint's door was completely opened, and the black air was completely calm. Herothos, the priest of the gods holding a golden scepter, walked in. His spirit completely enveloped the entire hall, but there was no one there!

"Damn blasphemer!" Herotus roared in horror, causing the tomb to tremble slightly and causing the sphinxes in the camp outside to crawl to the ground again.

Although there was no one there, he did feel the stranger's breath, so he subconsciously thought that the infiltrator had escaped. That's why he was so angry.

Holding the golden scepter high, Herotus let out a strange roar, one eye became as dazzling as the sun, and the other became as bright as the silver moon.

In these strange eyes, scenes began to emerge. There were scenes of a mysterious man wearing a hood walking through the black air, there were blurry scenes of him raising his sword and slashing at the golden coffin, there were scenes of him

Finally, when he pounced forward, the space began to distort.

Nine-ring spell, retrospective vision!

Although it was interfered by many external forces, it was impossible to obtain rich details. The picture was blurry and jumpy, very simple, but it did not prevent Herotus from identifying the damn man who desecrated the corpse of his ancestors, and his main purpose of coming in.

He actually wanted to prevent the great king Phinks from being resurrected!

"Lord Herothos, where are the infiltrators who deserve to be torn apart?" the high priest summoned the courage to ask.

"He has escaped. He seems to be equipped with high-level scrolls or items that can jump through space." Herotus' voice was cold, as if blowing from the silent hell, "He wanted to destroy the body of the great Sphinx King and stop him.

The future resurrection.”

The high priest said in horror: "That?"

"How can a little insect like him imagine the power of the 'Great King'?" Herotus looked straight at the golden coffin. "I can still feel that the 'Great King' is watching us, and I feel that he

The majestic and vast power.”

After speaking, Herotus raised his scepter and began to pursue the prophecy with the help of the remaining breath and palace layout.

As the sun flashed, Herotus' golden scepter suddenly dimmed. He said in horror: "He is not in this world? No, it can be vaguely felt, but it is so blurry that it is almost impossible to capture the trace.

!”

The world he talks about refers to the main material world plus all known alien spaces.

…………

After jumping through the thick curtain of the gap in the world of the dead, Lucien felt the familiar lifeless solidification, leaving only the dead black, white and gray in the splendid world.

This is a mausoleum palace with no other colors. Its general shape is the same as that of the outside world, as if it is the place where Phinks lives.

But the gray "golden" coffin was tied with reddish-brown lines that looked like spider silk, and they extended to every magic circle node in the palace.

The reddish-brown color is very dim, but compared with the pale black gray around it, it is so vivid that Lucien cannot ignore it at all. There is also a ball of rust-colored light stained with blood floating on top of the gray coffin. It is like

It beat like a heart and the color was equally bright, giving Lucien a very strange feeling.

Closing his eyes, Lucien discovered that there was no ball of light in his mental force field! And when his eyes looked at it, it was so erratic, as if it did not exist here at all, and could not be touched, discovered, or truly approached!

There seem to be many ever-changing things hidden in this ball of light.

"What is this ball of light? Those lines seem to be extracting the power of Phinks?" Lucien thought curiously and in astonishment. He tried very hard to restrain his urge to conduct research here. Who knew that the priests of the gods would do it?

No cracks will be found in the world of the dead. Who knows whether the Crown of the Sun will attract the attention of high-level officials in the world of the dead? Who knows whether there will be high-level undead patrolling here. You must leave immediately!

In order not to cause the resurgence of Phinks and destroy Rhine's layout, Lucien heartbrokenly gave up the idea of ​​collecting a reddish-brown line, gave up the idea of ​​using magic to stimulate the rust-colored light ball at close range, put away the pale justice,

After removing the magic that increased strength, he added layers of defense to himself and pushed open the gray saint's door.

There are definitely no undead creatures here, because both the divine priests and the top high priests can build their own tombs!

Outside the gate, there are also two sphinxes standing, but they are "guardians of the underworld" with gray bandages all over their bodies.

They stretched out their four long legs, let out a silent scream, and attacked Lucien coldly and rigidly.

Lucien calmly touched the Crown of the Sun amulet already worn on his chest, and a sacred and majestic halo immediately spread out in waves like waves.

Affected by this invisible warm light, the two "guardians of the underworld" froze in place, and then turned into countless decaying dust as if they had been washed away by tens of thousands of years.

Level 6 magic, immortality!

Lucien kicked off his feet and rushed towards the bottom of the solidified mausoleum, the aura of immortality around him surging like waves.

Sensing a change near the saint's gate. Sensing a light that was incompatible with his own aura, the tomb suddenly boiled.

In the solidified image of black and white, guards from the underworld were holding halberds, and together with the dense black beetles covering the walls and corridors, they surged toward Lucien.

Two completely different "waves" collided violently, and the mausoleum shook slightly. Then, invisible light passed through the solidified black and gray waves.

After the wave of light passed, the gray-white underworld guards collapsed one after another and turned into bursts of dust. The black beetles emitted puffs of smoke and died completely silently.

Following the purified spacious passage, Lucien quickly passed through the dark corridors, approaching the exit of the mausoleum.

Suddenly, a tall underworld guard with pale eyes flashing, holding a giant sword and carrying a halo of death, pounced on Lucien from the corner.

Lucien did not dodge. When it slashed him with the giant sword in both hands, and when the layers of defense were split apart, he activated the Crown of the Sun.

A majestic and huge sacred pillar of light descended inexplicably. It completely enveloped the underworld guard who had dragged out the afterimage to hide, and a little bit of black emerged. It quickly evaporated,

When the light beam disappeared, only a deep pit was left in place, and the bottom and surroundings were all traces of gasification.

Eighth level magic, Yang Yan Explosion!

Seizing the opportunity, Lucien ran out of the mausoleum and saw the ever-gray sky in the world of the dead and the messy desert around him.

"The hidden magic circle and reddish-brown lines seem to be extracting the power of Finks, and Mr. Rhine's arrangement also seems to be stealing this power for his own use."

"Then who arranged it in the first place?"

After a quick scan, and with his fairly profound knowledge of magic circles, Lucien roughly judged the possibility, "But, what is that rust-colored ball of light?"

For some reason, this ball of light always lingers in Lucien's mind.

Not daring to delay, Lucien chose the bloodline of one of the most common undead creatures in the undead world. Lucien inspired the transformation mask and began to look for another exit from the undead world.

…………

Gusta Empire, Marienburg Province, in the castle of Viscount Noor.

Viscount Nour closed the door, activated the defensive trap, and then walked into the secret room of his study.

In the secret room, beautiful women of different ages, wearing different styles of clothing, were lying there quietly, with rosy faces, as if they were sleeping.

Viscount Nour looked at them enthusiastically, as if appreciating pieces of art. Then he stretched out his right hand and touched the face of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, feeling the cold relaxation.

"They will never understand that only corpses are the most beautiful existence. Women with intelligence will always betray, be carefree, and make trouble unreasonably. Only corpses are perfect! The cold touch and loose muscles will be theirs for the rest of their lives.

Unimaginable art." Viscount Nour murmured to himself with burning eyes.

After he was transformed into a vampire by a vampire countess, he gradually developed a disgusting hobby - necrophilia, which is a love for corpses that cannot think or move. Therefore, he was strongly despised by other vampires and had to use his inherited identity to hide.

In human society, enjoy your own life.

Suddenly, he noticed a slight fluctuation, and then he was horrified to find that his whole body was stiff. He could only see a mysterious man in black robes at the door through the full-length mirror opposite.

"What...are you...going to...do...?" The stiff throat could only speak one word at a time.

Nuer was very frightened and knew that he was immobilized by the third-ring Necromancer. Since the effect was so good, he must be a high-level magician!

Lucien said with disgust: "I just came to borrow some blood and let you sleep for a while, but now it seems that I can only say..."

"I'll lend you your head."

After leaving the world of the dead through another gap, Lucien relied on Rhine's guidance to find vampires who lived in isolation or mixed in human society, because while Prince Dracula was tracking Rhine's whereabouts, he turned into other vampires and returned to the Night Plateau. Jump to

The best choice, who can suspect that a vampire with identity and acquaintance is Rhine, especially he has just left!

"No!" Noor screamed in horror, but his stiff throat could only produce a long, slow and ridiculous trill.

A burst of invisible light submerged Noor and the corpses behind him.
To be continued...