Throne of Magical Arcana

Thick black air surged from the hall full of sacrificial coffins, from every place in the mausoleum, and rolled towards the "Holy Gate" on the top of the tower like countless monsters with claws and claws.

The "tomb keepers" from all directions were all bowing towards the spire. They were fierce and reckless at this time, they were as obedient as lambs, clinging to the ground, not daring to say a word.

The black air engulfed them, and a little sun-like brilliance shone on their bodies, blocking the terrifying death force.

Inside the mausoleum, the horrific corpses hanging on the wall moved one after another, letting out ferocious roars.

In the weird hall, the lids of the black coffins were lifted abruptly, and densely packed hands wrapped in bandages stretched out.

Under the erosion of corpse oil and the decay of time, the white bandages turned a disgusting yellow-brown color. Unconscious evil voices echoed the surrounding roars, and the mausoleum suddenly became extremely terrifying.

"Lucien" and Inke raised their war halberds, pointed at the black air vertically, let them bypass them like waves, and poured into the gate of the saint.

The black air came violently and went away quickly. After just a dozen seconds, they disappeared without a trace, and only the ethereal echo remained of the sinister and ferocious roar.

Seeing that the "Holy Gate" had returned to normal, Inke subconsciously sighed to "Aska" next to him: "It's finally over."

"I don't talk to the bastard scorpion." "Askar" replied coldly.

"You!" Inke turned his head angrily, his ferocious eyes seemed to eat "Askar" alive, although everything he ate was alive.

"Aska" snorted coldly and stopped answering.

Yin Ke was furious, but he didn't dare to fight in front of the high priest, so he could only keep his mouth shut and look forward with aggrieved eyes, never wanting to talk to the hateful Aska again!

The high priest noticed the movement here, but he didn't take it too seriously, because he was very clear about the source of the conflict between the two. As long as it didn't violate the law, he didn't need to worry about such trivial matters.

So the high priest lowered his head and continued his "prayer", seeking the growth of strength.

The five-ring illusion "permanent phantom" can create a near-substantial phantom with sound, body temperature, smell, and movement, and it can also pre-set conditions so that the phantom can make basic responses to simple situations, such as When the black air surged, he raised his halberd. For example, when Yinke tried to have a conversation, he first answered "don't talk to the scorpion-bodied man", and then snorted silently. For example, when the high priest came over, he bowed his head to say hello.

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Behind the gate of the saint, the black air surged, but it was silent, full of strange tranquility.

The swirling gas gathered together, forming Lucien's figure. He had returned to his original appearance, with a black hood covering his face.

"Sure enough, it feels like the Necromancer World." Lucien looked around, and found that a little bit of gray permeated the black air, making the place frozen and quiet.

This is a circular palace with patterns of sunflowers painted all around. The ground of unknown material is engraved with golden rays like the rays of the sun, extending to the half-height altar in the center along the gradually rising trend.

In the center of the altar is a coffin carved in gold, on which are inlaid with many patterns of silver moons with special silver-white materials.

Since the entire hall was filled with tumbling black air, bringing out strong death waves, shielding the prying eyes of the outside world, Lucien no longer worried about being discovered when casting magic, and superimposed defenses one after another for himself.

However, Lucien still didn't dare to take out the "Crown of the Sun", a magical item that has a lot to do with the Necromancer World, lest it cause crazy changes like dropping a drop of blood in the sea where sharks often swim, and thus attract Priest of God.

After confirming that the layout of the magic circle in the palace was the same as that described by Rhine, Lucien approached the altar along a strange route amidst the black air.

The further you go, the colder it is, the death power is almost real, and after the silence, the color gradually fades, like an oil painting that has been washed by water.

After walking a short distance for more than ten minutes, Lucien walked to the front of the altar from the misty black air with great difficulty, and stepped on the steps made of gold.

"Without Mr. Rhine's experience, everything would not be so easy. It would take many days just to analyze the layout of the death palace." Lucien sighed inwardly as he stood in front of the golden coffin.

Without wasting any time, Lucien took out the "Sphinx Statue" from the storage bag, and gently placed it in a depression above the coffin lid.

They fit together perfectly, as if the statue was supposed to be there!

Taking a step back, Lucien chanted the incantation, and blood suddenly flowed out from the Sphinx statue, which was weird and terrifying.

Blood flowed into the coffin, and the black air suddenly rolled and contracted like life, and the inlaid silver moon shimmered, and then dimmed.

The magic ritual was so easily completed? Although Lucien had heard the general situation described by Rhine, he was quite surprised at how simple it was. He really wanted to study the arrangement of this magic ceremony carefully, but he didn't dare to waste time here. Who knows when the priest of the gods will come to worship? "King of Greatness".

Turning around, Lucien had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt a terrifying pressure coming from the outside world, as if the world was about to be destroyed and darkness descended forever!

"What a powerful vampire? Prince Dracula?" Lucien has a bloodline of moonlight, and is very sensitive to vampires, but this terrifying aura has not been concealed at all, and he is unscrupulous and extremely arrogant.

Hei Qi curled up like a bullied puppy whimpering.

Outside the Mausoleum of Finks, the lit sky was now darker than night, and the rising sun disappeared into the sky.

Lucien felt a substantial inexplicable gaze sweeping from left to right, and onto himself.

The unspeakable pressure and the unimaginable tyranny made Lucien sweat slightly on his forehead.

"Looking" briefly paused on the Ice and Snow Medal and Holm's crown ring, then quietly left and continued on.

It seemed that the darkness covering the entire sky disappeared, and the orange sun appeared again.

"This is Prince Dracula who is at the same level as Speaker Douglas and Lord Brook? How powerful is it?" Only then did Lucien clearly realize what he had seen in Stormlord's study and his atomic research institute. That kind old man actually hides such terrifying strength!

Before the darkness completely disappeared, there was a toothache sound from behind Lucien.

It turned out to be the sound of the coffin lid being pushed open!

"Who... who... disturbed... my...slumber?" A slow, hoarse voice sounded from inside the coffin.

Lucien immediately felt that an extremely evil force was slowly recovering!

"I... have been asleep...for ten thousand...years, and...have been...imprisoned...in...here...I...want...you...to bear...my...anger..." Then The voice gradually changed, with a little emotional ups and downs.

Prince Dracula's pressure actually made the sphinx who died for "10,000 years" come back from the world of the dead?

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