The God-fellow priest Grotos opened his mouth and let out an angry lion roar, and pointed the golden scepter in his hand towards the "Gate of the Saint".

The golden lines on the gray stone texture are quickly highlighted, forming the appearance of a strange beetle.

Suddenly, the light of the "Holy Gate" burst out, like a small sun, which made the high priest's eyes flow in tears, and his eyes were pitch black and he was briefly blind.

In this dazzling light, the gate of the Saint slowly opened backwards, the rolling black air was suppressed, and the "waves" quickly calmed down.

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The movement at the gate of the Saint made Lucien, who was about to transform into a body, alerted. Did the priest of the Gods discover something wrong in the palace? Or was it just because of Prince Dracula's oppression to come and check it out?

No matter what the reason is, Lucien has no doubt that the God-fellow priest can see through the permanent phantom left by himself at a glance, and that his existence is no longer a secret!

Start the level nine reel jump? Lucien is holding pale justice in one hand and still holding the trigger-type reel given by teacher Fernando in the other hand.

When his brain was moving rapidly and making a decision, Lucien's eyes subconsciously wandered in the palace. Suddenly he saw the golden coffin of Fenx, the Sphinx king, and his heart suddenly moved.

There seems to be no need to waste this precious reel?

The gate of the Saint slowly opened, and a dazzling light shone in.

Lucien took the left hand of the nine-level scroll and took out something from the storage bag again. It had a cross in the middle and was covered with sunlight. It was the amulet "Crown of the Sun" left by Muskillin!

Since Fenx has reappeared and fallen into a deep sleep, it seems that he is no longer so dangerous to hide in the gap in the necropolis world!

The "divine technique" fluctuations spread throughout Lucien's body, and the coldness in Fenx's palace rolled to the side like a snake and a scorpion, and the rich atmosphere of the undead world came from the direction of the "Golden Coffin".

A light black gap stood up on the coffin in a curved manner, like a sharp sword hanging above Fenx's head.

Lucien took the pale justice, the crown of the sun and the jump scroll, dragged his heavy steps and rushed into the gap two or three steps away.

The door of the Saint was completely open, and the black air was completely calm. The god-fellowed priest Grotos, holding the golden scepter, walked in, and his spirit completely enveloped the entire hall, but there was no one!

"Damn blasphemer!" The terrifying lion roared by Herotus, causing the mausoleum to tremble slightly, causing the sphinx in the camp outside to crawl on the ground again.

Although there was no one, he did feel the breath of a stranger, so he subconsciously thought that the intruder had fled. He was so angry.

Holding up the golden scepter, Herotos let out a strange roar, one eye became dazzling like the sun, and the other one was bright like a silver moon.

In these strange eyes, scenes began to appear. There was a scene of a mysterious man wearing a hood walking through the black air, a blurry scene of him raising his long sword and slashing towards the golden coffin, and a strange event in which he finally pounced forward and the space began to twist.

Nine-ring spell, back-tracking vision!

Although the rich details cannot be obtained when disturbed by many external forces. The picture is blurred and jumping, which is very simple, but does not prevent Herotus from identifying the damn man who blasphemed his ancestors' bodies and the main purpose of his coming in.

He actually wanted to stop the resurrection of the great king Fenx!

"His Excellency Herotus, what about the intruder who was torn?" the high priest mustered up the courage to ask.

"He has escaped, and he seems to be equipped with advanced scrolls or items for space jumping." Herotos's voice was cold as if it was blowing from the silent hell, "He wants to destroy the corpse of the great Sphinx and prevent His future resurrection."

The high priest said in horror: "Well?"

"How can the power of the 'Great King' be imagined by a little bug like him?" Herotus looked straight at the golden coffin. "I can still feel the 'Great King' is watching us, and his vast power."

After saying that, Gerotus raised his scepter and began to pursue prophecy with the help of the remaining breath and palace arrangements.

As the sun shines, Gerotus' golden scepter suddenly dimmed, and he said in horror: "He is not above this world? No, he can be vaguely felt, but it is so vague that he can hardly capture the trajectory!"

The world he mentioned refers to the main material world plus all the spaces of knowledge.

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After leaping through the thick curtains in the cracks in the undead world, Lucien felt the familiar solidification without any anger, and the brilliant world was only silent black, white and gray.

This is a tomb palace without other colors, roughly the same shape as the outside world, as if it was Fenx's residence.

But there are reddish-brown lines like spider silk tied to the gray "gold" coffin, which extend to every magic array node in the palace.

The reddish brown color is very dull, but compared with the pale black and gray around it, it is so vivid that Lucien cannot ignore it at all. On the gray coffin is a ball of blood-stained rust-colored light floating. It beating like a heart, and its color is equally bright, giving Lucien a very strange feeling.

Closed his eyes, Lucien found that there was no ball of light in his mental power field! And when he looked at it, it was so erratic, as if the roots did not exist here, unable to touch, unable to discover, and unable to truly approach!

There seem to be many things that are constantly changing in this ball of light.

"What is this light ball? Those lines seem to be drawing the power of Fenx?" Lucien thought curiously and shockedly. He worked very hard to restrain his urge to conduct research here. Who knows whether the God-Following Priest will discover the cracks in the necropolis world, who knows whether the Sun Crown will attract the attention of the senior officials of the Necropolis world, who knows whether there will be high-level undead here to patrol, and he must leave immediately!

In order not to cause Fenx's recovery and destroy Rhine's arrangement, Lucien gave up the idea of ​​collecting a reddish-brown line with heartache, gave up the idea of ​​using magic to stimulate the rust-colored light ball at close range, put down the pale justice, and after removing the magic that increased power, he stacked layers of defense on himself and pushed open the gray Saint's door.

There are definitely no undead creatures here, because the god-fellow priests and the upper-level high priests can build their own tombs!

Outside the gate, there were two Sphinxes standing, but they were "guardians of the Underworld" with gray bandages all over their bodies.

They moved away with four long legs, screaming silently, and attacked Lucien coldly.

Lucien calmly touched the Sun Crown Talisman that had been worn on his chest, and a sacred and majestic halo immediately spread out like waves.

Waking by this invisible warm light, the two "guardians of the Underworld" were frozen in place, and then as if washed by tens of thousands of years, they turned into countless decaying dust.

Level 6 magic, never die!

Lucien kicked his feet and rushed under the solidified tomb. The halo of immortality around him surged like waves.

I sensed the change near the Saint Gate. I sensed the light that was incompatible with my own breath, and the tomb was suddenly boiling.

In the solidified image of black, white and gray, guards of the underworld held war halberds, surging towards Lucien with dense black beetles in the aisle.

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

As the light waves passed, the gray-white guards of the underworld collapsed one after another, turning into dust. The black beetles burst into smoke and completely died silently.

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

Suddenly, a tall underworld guard with pale light flashing with his eyes, holding a giant sword, carrying a halo of death, rushed towards Lucien from the corner.

Lucien did not hide, and when it slashed himself with its giant sword with both hands, layer by layer of defense was split, it inspired the crown of the Sun.

A magnificent sacred pillar of light fell inexplicably. It completely wrapped the guards of the underworld who were dragged out of the afterimage to avoid it. A little bit of black rose and evaporated quickly.

When the light column disappeared, only a deep pit was left on the spot, and the bottom and surroundings were traces of residual gasification.

Level 8 magic, Yang Yan Explosion!

Seizing the opportunity, Lucien ran out of the tomb and saw the eternal gray sky of the Necropolis and the messy desert around him.

"The hidden magic circles and reddish-brown lines seem to be drawing Fenx's power, and Mr. Rhine's arrangement is also very similar to stealing this power for his own use."

“Who arranged it in the first place?”

After sweeping it quickly, Lucien probably judged a little possibility with his fair and profound knowledge of the magic circle, "But what is that rust-colored light ball?"

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

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

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The Gusta Empire, the province of Marinburg, the castle of Viscount Nur.

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

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

Viscount Nur looked at them frantically, as if admiring works of art. Then he stretched out his right hand and stroked the face of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, feeling the cold slack.

"They will never understand that only corpses are the most beautiful beings. Intellectual women will always betray, be scheming, and make unreasonable noises. Only corpses are perfect! The cold touch and loose muscles are arts that they cannot imagine in their entire lives." Viscount Nur murmured to himself with burning eyes.

After being transformed into a vampire horde by a vampire female Count, he gradually developed a disgusting hobby - lords, or corpses that were not thoughtful and could not move. Therefore, he was strongly despised by other vampires and had to use his inherited identity to hide in human society and enjoy his life.

Suddenly, he noticed a slight fluctuation, and then he was frightened to find that his whole body was stiff. He could only see through the dressing mirror opposite him that there was a mysterious man in a black robe at the door.

"What do you... want to... do?" The stiff throat could only be beaten with one word.

Noor was very scared and understood that he was fixed by the Three Rings's Necrotic Static Technique, and the effect was so good that he must be a high-level magician!

Lucien said disgustedly: "Here comes just to borrow a little blood and let you sleep for a while, but now it seems that I can only say..."

"I borrow your head for use."

After leaving the necropolis world from another gap, Lucien used Rhine's guidance to find vampires who lived in isolation or mixed in human society, because when Prince Dracula was tracing Rhine's whereabouts, it was the best choice to turn into other vampires and return to the night plateau to jump. Who can suspect that a vampire with identity and acquaintances was Rhine, especially when he had just left!

"No!" Nour screamed in horror, but his stiff throat could only drag out a long, slow, ridiculous tremolo.

An invisible light flooded Nuer and the bodies behind him.

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Antiffer, the Holy Helz Empire, is the most magnificent city in the world.

Standing in the corner, looking at the tall city walls built in ancient times to prevent giants from invading, Borac Van Anjo, a direct member of the Gorgeous Family, looked dark and had a low face, as if he had many thoughts.

"Master Borac. Let's go." An inconspicuous thin man in black came over there at some point.

Borac came to his senses, glanced at him, and nodded slightly: "Giz, I hope you can gain something this time."

"Young Master Borak doesn't have to be impatient, the old duke can live a long time." Giz smiled and looked at the big "customer" in front of him who was depressed and anxious.

As one of the oldest wealthy families in the Holy Heils Empire, the Gorgeous Flower Family is still a powerful aristocratic class with two Golden Knights, and controls a "Gorgeous Flower Knights" that belongs to itself. Due to the first heir of the former, the only son of the old duke, the old duke's only son died early, and Borac, who has good bloodline, has become a strong contender for the heirs. Unfortunately, he has been unable to stimulate bloodline power for a long time and has been gained the absolute advantage by another heir, the third-level knight Alten.

Thinking of Alten's arrogant and arrogant look, the flattering noble children around him, the aristocratic girl and young woman who were entangled with him in bed, changed her attitude and became cold and perfunctory after Alten broke through to the Great Knight and he could not find the direction. Borac couldn't help but clench his fists tightly, feeling aggrieved and humiliated.

I must break through to the Knight, I must become the Duke of the Plantain, I must make those who abandon me and despise me regret it!

After understanding that the family's internal potions have serious defects, Borak finally chose to go to Antifferre Black Market to find magical magical items to assist.
To be continued...