Throne of Magical Arcana

A mushroom cloud entwined with flames slowly rose, and traces of black air dispersed the smoke, revealing a blue-black giant whose head disappeared and whose body was extremely tattered.

At this time, the intelligent life forms of different races that make up the giant's body suddenly came alive, like a tide surging toward the head, densely packed, scrambling to be the first, and within a few seconds, a head was re-fused.

"'Life Force' is really tenacious. It is worthy of being a famous masterpiece of the Necromancer." With a touch of the "Scepter of Time and Space" condensed in the bright light in Lucien's hand, the corpses of humans, elves, and giant dragons became quite sluggish. Like a puppet, slowing down recovery.

Then, a cold moonlight appeared in Lucien's black pupils, transformed into an epic knight, pulled out a silver-gray long sword, turned into a sword light and fell from the sky, and slashed at the blue-black giant like a meteor.

It's not that Lucien doesn't want to use magic to solve it, but that monsters will come after him at any time, we can't waste time, and those who can be crushed with the sword of truth naturally don't make other choices!

With a flash of silver-gray sword light, an illusory crack appeared silently on the blue-black giant's body. It directly split the defense layer, black air and flesh, and turned into countless tiny branches that spread towards all parts of the giant's body.

Crackling, crackling sound, the corpses of intelligent life turned into pieces of rotting flesh and fell down, like a sudden rainstorm.

And in the shower of blood, flesh and pus, the silver moonlight around Lucien "evaporated" the "rainwater" that fell on his body, and caught the broken heart.

The whole body of the heart was blue and black, and its powerful beating gradually slowed down until it stopped, and then the flesh and blood on the surface peeled off layer by layer, revealing a puddle of light green liquid the size of a thumb inside, filled with a strong breath of life.

Lucien took out a silver teapot-shaped object engraved with magic patterns, opened the lid, tilted the "Fountain of Youth" inside, and sealed it again.

"Let's keep going, we're not far from the Maskelyne mark." Rhine, who had recovered a little, came over by himself, urging Lucien. For him, the "Fountain of Youth" had no effect. A poisonous existence.

Lucien put away the magic silver pot and was about to undo the transformation. At this moment, whimpering sounds suddenly sounded around him, and the temperature seemed to have dropped by dozens of degrees.

Huh, huh, amidst the scalp-numbing cries, tombstones fell one by one, and the lids of the coffins were lifted one after another. Those black, gray, and white clothes shook as if they had life of their own. Stand up, twist and walk towards the center.

Their walking movements may seem deformed, but their speed is extremely fast. It didn't take long to merge into a huge doll, a doll wearing colorful coats, and a doll with a secret smile on its face, which made the transformation into an epic. After the knight, Lucien, who had a keen intuition, sensed a hint of danger.

"What kind of custom is this?" Lucien asked subconsciously.

Rhine shook his head: "I don't know either. Among the various weird customs, I know at most one-third."

The rag doll exudes an aura that is close to the third level of legend, and slowly takes shape in a weeping strange smile.

"Walk!"

Lucien has no intention of fighting. Although he can use all his strength and items, coupled with Rhine's rich collection, he still hopes to defeat this weird rag doll, but in this way, it will waste time and be chased by real monsters It would be troublesome, and after killing the rag doll, other dead spirits might appear, and the battle might continue endlessly.

Before he could undo the transformation, Lucien grabbed Rhine's arm, turned into moonlight and flew rapidly, illuminating the gray wilderness.

Not long after, a black door appeared in the group of tombstones.

"Wooooow!"

A weeping, weird laugh suddenly appeared in Lucien's ears, causing the "space wall" created by the space-time scepter around him to inexplicably collapse, and the moonlight melted away.

Lucien shuddered violently, and felt a gust of cool wind pouring into his neck, and the "epic knight's body" showed signs of melting. It seemed that only the "Great Arcanist's Robe" and other clothes were not affected, of course , they also don't work.

Facing this "rag doll" that was hard to guess with common sense, Lucien didn't look back, and still flew straight to the black door. At the same time, the sword of truth held tightly in his right hand slashed behind him without even looking at it.

"Woo!"

The silver-gray sword light flashed, and the weeping that was countless times more stern than before erupted, and the cold wind blowing into the neck stopped abruptly.

Lucien didn't go to check the results, and didn't have time to check the black door, so he went straight in.

"Wooooow!"

After rushing into the gray hall, more exaggerated crying-like laughter reached Lucien's ears. With a breath, the moonlight lit up on his body, and the black door slammed shut.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of beating on the door sounded, and the black door bent forward, as if it would be knocked open at any time.

Lucien's scalp was numb, and while calculating the coordinates, he opened different black doors to shuttle.

After a few gray halls, Lucien and Rhine finally got rid of that mysterious rag doll.

"Mr. Maskelyne's place is right next to it..." During the calculation, Lucien's pupils shrank suddenly, and the emotions that had been settled by countless spells couldn't help but boil, and his heart beat violently involuntarily.

What will you see there?

Can you find the secret of the monster?

Is it an unimaginable scene, or a symptom of horror and despair?

Rhine could hold his breath, straightened his black shirt and red coat, then pointed to one of the black doors with a smile and said, "It should be behind it?"

"En." Lucien walked over, first checked with magic, and after confirming that there was no danger, he slowly pushed the door open.

In the silent retreat, everything behind the gate appeared in the eyes of Lucien and Rhine.

"Why is that so?" Lucien tried his best to control his emotions so as not to let the disappointment surge up and cover up his rationality.

Behind the black gate is the same gray hall, which is no different from other places, not even the silver-white magic pattern remains.

"Check carefully." Rhine restrained her smiling expression, walked into the gray hall, and searched for all traces intently.

After confirming that there was no problem with the coordinates, Lucien also stepped in. Suddenly, he felt a slight fluctuation in the "Crown of the Sun" on his chest, as if it was interacting with something in the hall.

Following this induction, Lucien stood in front of a gray pillar and inspected it with various magics.

After a while, Lucien sighed: "As expected of a third-order prophet, this secret door is a model of concealment. If there is no instruction from the 'Crown of the Sun', I am afraid that the existence of the legendary pinnacle will be able to discover it. I am a little careless." will be missed."

While speaking, Lucien activated the secret door, and then pasted the "Crown of the Sun" on it - although Lucien still has many ways to crack it, using the "Crown of the Sun" is the easiest and saves time.

The gray hall was lit up with sunlight that didn't belong here, and a secret door slowly opened, revealing a messy gray secret room, which was full of broken magic test tubes, alchemy furnaces, and potion soup pots.

This kind of scene seems to be caused by the owner's unsteady mood or hastily leaving, because if it is a legendary battle, Lucien believes that there is no way to keep them.

The layout of the secret room is a typical ancient magic laboratory. Lucien found the hidden desk without any effort. There were three things on it, one was the torso of a puppet, one was a magic notebook, and the other was a dust puff. There are countless mysterious patterns floating in the fluttering mirror.

"The 'Mirror of Destiny' is indeed Maskelyne's laboratory." Rhine recognized the mirror at a glance, and explained to Lucien casually, "Maskelin once teamed up with McLeod and wanted to Create a legendary item that reflects the long river of fate, but the existence of the god-like level cannot reach this level. In the end, they only refined an item with a limited number of uses, and in the two uses, both It played a very good effect, once it accurately predicted the whereabouts of Thanos's relic, and once you knew it, it predicted that you would be trapped."

"It turns out to be a legendary item of the prophecy system." Lucien found that Rhine knew more than he thought, and conveniently threw an identification spell on the "Mirror of Destiny".

"'Mirror of Destiny', a level-three perfect legendary item, can quite accurately predict what has happened in the past, and a certain scene in the future. It is a projection of the long river of fate and should not exist in this world , it will be completely shattered after being used five times."

"Number of times it has been used: four times."

"Fate is determined long ago, but mortal eyes can't see through the thick fog."

"—Waldo K. Maskelyne"

"There is only one time left. It seems that Mr. Maskelyne has used it after being trapped here." Lucien picked up the "Mirror of Destiny" and said in a heavy tone.

Rhine said with a smile: "If it were me, I would use the 'Mirror of Fate' to predict the secret of the monster. I don't know if he has any conclusions."

Lucien didn't rush to open the magic notebook, but picked up the green puppet torso: "Why did McLeod's puppet components appear in Mr. Maskelyne's laboratory?"

"Maybe it's the clues found by Maskelyne after McLeod's 'disappearance'." Rhine looked around and suddenly laughed, "This place has been processed by Maskelyne, and the velocity of time and space is consistent with the outside world, even if monsters wait We'll be here soon, and we'll have time to recover."

Lucien still didn't open the magic notebook, and his face was quite solemn: "I have two questions."

"What?" Rhine asked.

"One is what I said before. Why doesn't the monster destroy these leftover items? I think with its strength, it won't fail to find it?" Lucien clenched his fist with his right hand and tapped his chin lightly, "Reverse thinking, Apart from the last sliver of despair, why would Mr. Maskelyne and others, who left behind the scraps of paper, notes, and belongings, believe that the monsters would not destroy them?"

Rhine didn't speak, and quietly listened to Lucien's analysis.

"The second question is, there are so many gray halls, but we found fragments of gray paper, puppet components, and traces everywhere so easily and easily. Is it too coincidental?"

"You suspect that the monster deliberately misled us?" Rhine pursed her lips.

"It's possible, but what's the point of it misleading us? Can't beat us?" Lucien suspected before that he was using hints to deepen illusions or dreams, but the soul library could be opened normally.

Taking a breath, Lucien whispered, "Maybe there are some clues in this notebook."

Opening the magic notebook, Maskelyne's familiar handwriting appeared:

"...We found a secret laboratory of Lord Thanos through the 'Mirror of Destiny'. It is unbelievable that he is doing such an experiment. This has given us a lot of inspiration..."

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