Throne of Magical Arcana

Finks, the first sphinx history to be surrendered by all tribes, opened the legendary strongman of the golden age of the Sphinx.

Although in its active age, there are many more powerful characters than it, but it is indeed a legend without a doubt, Lucien is far from being able to contend with it, and it is 10,000 years after "death" "Resurrection", what a weird change happened, is also beyond Lucien's imagination.

Escape, this is the first idea that flashed in Lucien's mind!

This is also the only thought of a high-level magician when facing a legend!

After taking two steps, Lucien's thoughts rolled, and he used all his will to overcome his subconscious reaction, and he stopped the urge to escape.

escape?Where to escape?

Straight out will definitely disturb the ninth-level priest of the gods, he can easily defeat himself.

Sneak out?Is it too late in time, can he leave the mausoleum before Finks is completely "resurrected", and leave the range that his will can cover?

Looking for a gap in the nearby Necropolis to hide in?No, the inside is the projection of the mausoleum. The reason why Finks can be resurrected is definitely in it. That is the most dangerous direction now!

Jump back with the space given by the teacher to escape?Although the mission has been declared a failure in this way, and the palace's magic circle and the tumbling black gas are vaguely related to space, the jump is likely to be disturbed and unexpected changes occur, but it is currently the only feasible. Escape method!

Without hesitation for a few seconds, Lucian pulled out the scroll to be excited.

"I ... slept ... ten thousand ... years, still ... imprisoned ... in ... here ... you ... dare ... alarmed ... I ... you ... this is ... self-seeking ... dead ... "The voice of King Sphinx, Finks, is full of evil shrivelled taste, as if a piece of decaying wood is slowly breaking.

Wait a moment, Lucien suddenly noticed a word.

"Confinement"!

Is Finks imprisoned here?

Its slumber and its resurrection are all unable to intervene by itself?

In this case, an imprisoned legend no longer seems so powerful and impenetrable, there is a silver lining!

Lucien's risk factor hidden in his bones made his heart beat more and more gently, holding the scroll in his left hand, calmly sensing the recovery of the extreme evil power.

too slow!The speed of power recovery is too slow!Under the circumstances of "normal resurrection", the growth of the evil breath is firm but extremely slow!

This "resurrection", which has been arranged for tens of thousands of years, is simply a ritual and pressure that can affect the completion!

"At least thirty seconds to reach the level of legendary breath." Lucien is completely in danger, judging very indifferently, and then read the spell, superimposed "brute force" to himself, after buffering Then, he released the "brute force of the bull", and finally took out a tube of the "Fist of the Fire Giant" potion for insurance.

Due to the danger of going out this time, Lucien exchanged a lot of materials for the magic array and various useful potions, and pledged the annuity income to the teacher's Fernando. The extra arcane points were squandered, but who knows before entering the night plateau , A large amount of material was used to trap Count Vlad.

This made Lucian have to sigh, this is the war of money, of course, the value of materials and potions is much less than the things obtained from the Rhine Treasury.

The blood seemed to turn into hot lava flowing violently in the blood vessels, and Lucien's restrained and symmetrical arms suddenly bulged up with sturdy muscles, and there was a faint beating flame in it.

"There are still twenty-one seconds ..." The inflated power makes Lucien feel uncontrollable, and his body becomes extremely cumbersome, but there is no way to take other potions that enhance agility, balance, and response, and he can only cast the second ring of magic again. "Elegant cat" makes you a little lighter-a high-level potion like "Fist of the Fire Giant" cannot be taken twice in a row without the body of a knight, the powerful magical power contained will give The flesh brings a devastating impact.

"Nineteen seconds, eighteen seconds ..."

Lucian grabbed the reel by the mouth and took out an ordinary long sword from the storage bag, clutching the hilt in both hands.

A warm feeling was fed back from the wooden handguards, leaving Lucien a little panic, helplessness, and worry to dissipate, leaving only a firm self-will.

"Bold ... mortal ... I ... want ... let you ... be ... my ... eternal ... slave ... no matter ... alive ... or ... death ..." Fink The anger in Sri Lanka's emotions became more and more obvious, and the confidence in his own strength and the joy of "resurrection" were also clearly expressed in the sharp and sharp ears of fine sanded glass.

However, it still showed no signs of leaving the golden coffin and attacking Lucian.

This is in good agreement with Lucien's speculation that it is "imprisoned"!

I just don't know if it can get rid of the shackles when it returns to the legendary level.

"Fifteen seconds, fourteen seconds ... You have to set aside five seconds to excite the scroll as the last choice."

Lucien sensed the slow recovery of the evil breath, counting the seconds and seconds of time, taking a still heavy step, and once again came to the golden coffin.

"I ... have ... recovered from ... sleep ... recovered ... returned ..." Finks' voice grew louder, evoking bursts of echoes and the surging of black gas, there was a "Holy Man" Signs of spread beyond the gate.

"Twelve seconds, eleven seconds ... At this time, directly saying 'I'mback' seems more emotional and more legendary and strong ..." Even in an extremely calm state, Lucien's heart is full of various Weird thoughts, but they will not be allowed to affect their own judgment and actions.

On the golden coffin, the lid was pushed to the side. A thick black ink covered the "Finkes' body". Lucian lifted up "Pale Justice" and cut it with all his strength.

No bright light, no breathtaking momentum, the ordinary sword body with a slightly shimmering metallic luster was severely cut on the rich black gas.

The unspeakable gentle and firm colors flashed by, and the black gas was like ice and snow meeting the sun, and quickly melted apart, exposing the sphinx mummy lying inside.

It is two or three sphinxes tall, with a golden crown inlaid with sun stone and moonstone on its head, with pure white bandages on his face and body, only showing a pair of long and narrow eyes, which flashes evil and cold inside. Light.

"I ... from ... death ... to ..."

His mouth was not open, but there was a roaring evil voice ringing, but before it was finished, "Pale Justice" was cut straight on its face!

"Pale justice" suddenly burst out with a strong momentum, firm perseverance, order and fairness, never return, and never shrink back!

"……come!"

Finks screamed terribly. Under the sword of "ordinary gloss", a pure white bandage split open, revealing the decayed pale muscles below, and the brown sphinx fluff had become a Filthy black filaments.

"what!"

The decaying white muscles were cut open, and a thick smelly yellow liquid flowed out, quickly evaporating under the dazzling sword body.

"what!"

In the third scream, countless tiny black beetles poured out of Finks. They were densely packed into black clouds, blocking the "pale justice".

The huge rebound force and black gas erosion that had existed from the beginning, made Lucien holding the long sword back and stepped back three steps. Its body was even stronger than the magical council ’s hardest seven-element alloy with additional layers of magic defense. Still harder!Is this a legendary body?

A black beetle fell like rain, and the black and white colors of Finks lit up, filling the golden coffin again.

Under the inexplicable force, the golden lid closed again.

Everything became calm, the turbulent black air slowly rose and fell, and the Finks who had just returned from the king were silent again.

"Pale justice", when faced with demons, demons and undead, is equivalent to a legendary weapon!

Lucien propped up his body with pale justice, and it seemed that with a single sword he exhausted all his strength, but finally the Fenkes, who had been "resurrected early", returned to the world of the dead.

There is only strength and offensive, no agility and balance. Lucien does n’t plan to fight the same legend at all. He can win Finks because of his imprisonment in the golden coffin. After all, "pale justice" has no future The unattended attribute must be within the range of its sword body to be effective.

Therefore, seeing Finks calm down, Lucien no longer tried to push away the golden coffin, fighting with it.

"Who is holding Finks? Why is it holding it? Why is there a resurrection?"

Countless doubts emerged in Lucien's heart, but now is not the time to get to the bottom, and we must seize the time to leave.

Preparing to turn around, remembering the rhetoric of Finks' "Return from the Sleeping King" just now, Lucian had a bad taste and bowed slightly to salute:

"Please continue to sleep."

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The pressure of Prince Dracula's gaze made the high priest kneeling and praying outside the door of the saint's body fell to the ground. Even if his emotions had been indifferent for a long time, he could not control the shaking of the soul and body.

After he was relieved from the pressure, and immediately felt the door of the saint, there was a strange change in the black energy, like what he was hugging, and what seemed to be cheering.

"What happened?" The high priest raised his head and suddenly felt a sense, looking back at the other corridor, and saw a dry, thin sphinx with a golden crown and countless black feathers behind his head. Flew.

"Your Lord Herotus." The high priest bowed his head in panic.

This is the priest of God's favor, Herotus the ninth-level strong.

The fluff on Herotos's face has turned pale, solemn and solemn: "There was a terrifying legendary strongman passing by just now, and I worry that the sleep of the 'Great King' will be affected."

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on Aska, who was still standing upright by the door, in stark contrast to Ink, who was paralyzed beside him.

"It's a phantom. Someone sneaked into the gates of the saints!" Under the huge rank gap, Herotus recognized at a glance that it was a phantom.

The high priest cast his talent spell in amazement and daze, his eyes flashed a faint starlight, and finally he saw that Aska, not far away, was a near-real phantom!

"Someone sneaked into the gates of the saints!" He blurted out.