Throne of Magical Arcana

Thick black gas surged from the hall filled with burial caskets, from every place in the mausoleum, like the monsters with countless teeth and claws tumbling toward the "gate of the saint" at the top of the tower.

The "tomb keepers" in all directions worshiped towards the spire. They were usually fierce and reckless. They were as good as a little sheep at this time, clinging to the ground and daring not to say a word.

The black gas engulfed them, and a little sun-like brilliance shone on their surfaces, blocking the terrifying power of death.

Inside the mausoleum, the horrible corpses hanging on the wall bounced and sent out a roar of ferocity.

In the weird hall, the lid of a black coffin was slammed open and stretched out densely bandaged hands.

The white bandage showed a disgusting yellow-brown under the erosion of corpse oil and the decay of time. The unconscious evil sounds echoed the surrounding roar, and the mausoleum suddenly became terrible.

"Lucien" and Inke lifted their halberds, aiming at the black air vertically, separating them like waves and letting them bypass them, pouring into the gate of the Holy One.

The black gas came turbulently and went fast. After just ten seconds, they disappeared, and the roar of evil and roar left only the echoes of nothingness.

Seeing that the "gate of the saint" returned to normal, Ink subconsciously exclaimed to the "Aska" next to him: "Finally finished."

"I don't talk to the cheap scorpion." "Aska" answered coldly.

"You!" Inker turned his head in anger, his fierce eyes seemed to eat "Aska" alive, although everything he ate was alive.

"Aska" snorted coldly, no longer answering.

Ink was very angry, but he didn't dare to fight in front of the high priest. He could only close his mouth tightly and looked forward stiffly. He didn't want to talk to the damn Aska anymore!

The high priest noticed the movements here, but did not pay much attention to it, because the source of the conflict between the two was very clear. As long as they did not violate the law, there was no need to worry about such small things.

So the high priest lowered his head and continued his "prayer" in search of power growth.

The five-ring phantom "resident phantom" can create a near-substantial phantom with sound, body temperature, odor, and motion, and can also pre-set conditions so that the phantom can make basic responses to simple situations, such as When the black gas surged, the war halberd was raised. For example, Ink tried to talk and first answered "Don't talk to the cheap scorpion", and then snorted silently. For example, when the high priest came, he bowed his head and said hello.

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After the Saint's gate, the black gas surged, but it was silent again, full of strange silence.

A swirl of gas gathered, condensing the figure of Lucien. He had changed back to his original appearance, and the black hood concealed his face.

"Sure enough, it feels like a necromancer." Lucian looked around and found that a little gray was filled with black gas, making it solid as quiet here.

This is a circular palace, surrounded by sun flower patterns, and the ground of unknown material is engraved with a golden ray like the sun's rays, which gradually extends to the half-height altar in the center.

At the center of the altar is a gold-carved coffin with silver and white special materials inlaid with many silver moon patterns.

Because the whole hall was filled with rolling black gas, which brought out a strong wave of death, shielding the outside world from prying eyes, Lucian no longer worried about the magical spells that would be discovered and superimposed one after another on his defense.

However, the "Sun's Crown" is a magical item that has a close relationship with the Necromancer. Lucian still dare not take it out, lest it cause a crazy change like a drop of blood in the sea where sharks often swim through, causing it to attract. God-based priest.

After confirming that the layout of the palace's magic circle was the same as that described by Rhein, Lucien approached the altar in a strange route along the strange route.

The further forward, the colder, the death force is almost substantive. After there is no sound, the color begins to fade gradually, like a washed oil painting.

After walking Lucien for more than ten minutes in a short distance, it was very difficult to walk from the misty black air to the front of the altar and set foot on the steps made of gold.

"Without Mr. Rhein's experience, everything will not be so easy. It will take many days to analyze the layout of this death palace." Lucian stood in front of the golden coffin and sighed inwardly.

Without delaying time, Lucien took the "Sphinx Statue" from the storage bag and gently placed it in a recessed position above the lid of the coffin.

They are so tightly fit, as if the statue should have been here!

Taking a step back, Lucien read the mantra, and suddenly blood spewed out of the sphinx statue, strange and terrifying.

The blood flowed into the coffin, and the black gas suddenly rolled and contracted like a life, and the inlaid silver moon shimmered and dimmed.

Is the magic ritual done so easily?Although Lucien listened to Rhein's description of the general situation, she was quite surprised by how simple it was. I wanted to study the layout of this magical ritual carefully and did n’t dare to spend time here. Who knows when the god priest will come to worship? "The Great King".

Turning around, Lucien just took two steps, and suddenly felt a terrifying pressure coming from the outside world, as if the world were about to be destroyed, darkness came forever!

"What a powerful vampire? Prince Dracula?" Lucien has the moonlight blood, and is very sensitive to the vampire itself, and this terrifying breath has not been concealed, unscrupulous, and extremely arrogant.

Black gas is like a bullied puppy, whimpering and curling up.

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

Lucien sensed that there was a real inexplicable gaze sweeping from left to right one by one, and swept to himself.

The unspeakable pressure and the unimaginable tyranny made Lucian's forehead sweat slightly.

"Watching" paused briefly on the Medal of Ice and Holm Crown Ring, then left quietly and continued on.

As if the darkness surrounding the sky disappeared, the orange sun appeared again.

"This is Prince Dracula, who is on the same level as Speaker Douglas and His Excellency Brook? Is it so powerful?" Lucien clearly realized that he had seen in the storm-dominated study and his own atomic research institute. That affable old man, hiding such terrifying power!

Before the darkness disappeared, there was a bitter voice behind Lucien.

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

"Is ... who disturbed ... I ... did ... sleep?" Slowly, dumbly, there was no fluctuating sound in the coffin.

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

"I ... slept ... ten thousand ... years, still ... imprisoned ... here ... here ... I ... want ... you ... bear ... my ... anger ..." that The voice gradually changed, with a little emotional ups and downs.

The pressure of Prince Dracula actually brought the Sphinx, who had been dead for 10,000 years, back from the dead world?