Chapter 1,165 The First Generation, the Lord of the Mountain
"Hmm... I don't feel any special magic here." Although the terrain radar can't be used, Roman can still detect some of the magic reaction.
The undead on the road did not cause much trouble to the group. At this time, everyone had entered the Azrael Temple.
This is a very ancient temple.
Although it is old, it is not dilapidated. Instead, it exudes a solemn and mysterious atmosphere. Even a casual person like Touta Touta couldn't help but become serious after entering the Azrael Temple.
"No, doctor..." Matthew frowned, "There is a kind of pressure here. If you are not there, you should not feel this kind of pressure."
Annuo stood in the middle of the team, looking around at the furnishings in the temple.
It's very clean, and many items are neatly placed. It looks like someone is cleaning it every day.
The reliefs on the wall seemed to have souls, and he could even feel the sight of the reliefs.
It's a... pressure that is both formal and informal, and...
Annuo could feel that this was not just a show of fancy, the people living here were really taking care of this temple very seriously.
"No matter whether it is life reaction or magic reaction, I can't feel it. There is not even a sound except for us..."
"But... my body is shaking involuntarily..." Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed Mashu's hand and looked around cautiously.
The first-generation Hassan... didn't seem to be an easy person to get along with.
"Keep walking." Hassan, the curse-armed man who was walking at the front, didn't notice anything unusual. He just looked ahead and told everyone in his slightly hoarse voice, "There is something ahead that even I, waiting for Hassan, don't know about.
, belongs only to the domain of the first generation of adults.”
"We must maintain the utmost vigilance—"
Zheng——
Ping!!!
An invisible slash came from nowhere and suddenly struck the crowd. Matthew reflexively raised his shield and collided with the slash, making a loud noise.
"Huh? What's going on? Mashu? Mashu? Answer me! Why do I show that Ritsuka is dead!?" Roman's panicked voice came, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's hearts.
"I, I'm fine, I'm still alive for now..." Fujimaru Ritsuka was also frightened and answered Roman in a weak voice.
"Where is the enemy? Where is the enemy?" Xuanzang looked around vigilantly.
An Nuo looked forward, his eyebrows furrowed.
Feeling of oppression.
There is no doubt the feeling of oppression.
Such a sense of oppression...even when he faced the huge White Dragon King Vortigeng, he had never felt it before.
...This being here can kill him.
There is no doubt that it can kill him.
"Magician -" the voice suddenly came, echoing in the temple, deafening.
call--
The moment they heard this voice, Hassan and Jingjing both prostrate themselves, not daring to raise their heads.
"Oh!?" Mashu felt that everything was not right after entering the temple. Why did the two Hasans kneel down and who did they kneel down?
"So where are the enemies?" Xuanzang raised his Zen staff and swallowed.
"Okay, let's stay calm. It should be Hassan from the first generation. He's already here." Teng Tai broke into a cold sweat and grabbed Xuanzang's shoulders. He said with a slightly trembling voice, "With this level of power, even if
Even if I had practiced practice for fifty more years during my lifetime, I guess it wouldn’t have been possible..."
Despite the crisis, Annuo's hand dropped from the chalky sword hilt.
He exhaled and bowed slightly to the black air emerging from the shadows.
"I'm sorry for bothering you, the old man of the mountain."
"It doesn't matter. Although you, like others, have long been an inhuman phantom, you don't need to show respect to me." The owner of that voice is undoubtedly the "first generation mountain man" in the mouth of Curse Wan and Jing Ming. He has not really appeared.
The figure and voice still echoed in the temple.
"No, for people like you, respect must be paid no matter what." An Nuo did not explain the reason, withdrew his hand and stood up straight.
"..." The first-generation mountain master fell into silence, seeming to be thinking.
"No need to worry about me, please listen to the words of the person who is truly saving." Annuo stepped back half a step, allowing Fujimaru Ritsuka to stand in front of him.
With the current scene, even Roman, who was in Chaldea, couldn't help but feel depressed and frightened.
Mashu couldn't help but think, was the first generation of Mountain Master really the heroic spirit of Assassin?
Such a sense of oppression and strength...
"Yes." The first-generation mountain master responded, probably agreeing to Annuo's words.
"However, this matter has actually been decided for a long time."
"Although you come from a foreign land, I already know your will."
"My wish to save the era is recognized by my sword."
"But-"
"Those who step into this temple must face death first."
"Fight as the dead and snatch the possibility of life."
"——This is a trial. Only by passing the trial can you obtain my forgiveness."
Buzz——
"Old Master of Tranquility, come on. I will entrust you with the sacrifice and complete the ceremony——"
"Ah - ah ah ah -" Silent Hassan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly screamed after the first generation of the Mountain Master finished his words.
Black energy emerged from her spiritual base and enveloped her whole body, and her eyes gradually turned white due to the erosion of the black energy.
"This-" Xuanzang wanted to step forward, but was stopped by An Nuo.
Annuo squinted his eyes: "Don't come forward. This is what the masters of the mountain need to do. We can't stop it."
Cursed Wrist Hassan raised his head suddenly: "First Generation Sir, please leave the sacrifice to me. This is really a burden for Jing Ming——"
"Stupid!" However, before Hassan Cursed Arms could finish his words, Cursing Arms was interrupted by the stern words of the First Generation Mountain Master.
"Your head is not used here. It needs to be cut off by my sword."
"The head of the Lord of Tranquility will be used as a tribute from the others here. Only one of them needs to be handed over to the scale of punishment."
"You mean, let us kill Serenity Hassan-" Fujimaru Ritsuka's pupils shrank sharply and he asked in disbelief.
"No need to say anything more, just present the results." The voice of the first generation of the Mountain Master did not contain any emotion, but there was also movement in the quiet Hassan.
"Dance, O Prince of Tranquility."
The voice of the first-generation Mountain Master was like a roar, making people's hearts tremble.
"Which party's head will be selected by the Evening Bell depends on your choice."
"ah......"
Before Fujimaru Ritsuka and others could react, Serenity Hassan had already taken out his dagger and rushed towards Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"...Mashu, fight!" Fujimaru Ritsuka closed his eyes for a moment, sighed, and then opened his eyes suddenly and said.
"...Yes!" Although it was difficult to answer, Matthew still raised his shield.