Throne of Magical Arcana

"... an unimaginable ghost ..."

Compared to the previous notes, these two lines of dark gray text are extremely heavy and very sloppy, as if there is a sense of consternation from the cracks.

"What kind of monster can scare a legendary magician like this? And since he has time, why didn't he leave? They should have mastered the coordinate change law here ..." Lucien's expression did not change at all, but she felt Analysing various anomalies.

The magic notebook can be left unattended for many years without traces of decay, and a unique secret room can be opened in the gray hall as a laboratory. Lucien is very sure that the writer is a legendary magician, and Such a character will not be scared like this even when he encounters a god like this. At most, he is desperate and desperate, begging for mercy and surrendering, so that he will not be dazed, like a little child who is scared by a ghost.

What kind of ghost is this?

Indistinctly, Lucien felt that the mysterious person created by this message made him a little familiar, but he could go through the memory without the experience of being worthy of the number.

Holding the puppet's arm, Rhein seemed to be tasting jewels: "This stand-in puppet is made in a unique way. As far as I know, only McLeod understands that this should be his relic."

He accentuated the "relic".

"McLeod, the alchemist king of the ancient magic empire, a third-order legendary magician?" Lucien repeated.

According to information from Viken and Ador, McLeod is one of the eight or nine legendary magicians who explored the Necrosphere, such as Muskilin. It seems that they are indeed "missing" here.

The reason why Lucien uses estimates rather than accurate numbers is because Viken did not record every member, and Adol only knows a few more famous ones, and the rest can only be guessed by inference, and the ancient magic empire "is missing. The legendary magician is obviously not all due to exploring the Necromancer.

"From what I know, it is probably him." Slender Rhine's fingers rubbed against the arms of light green puppets painted with weird patterns.

Lucien smiled: "You are an observer, and your judgment is more accurate than mine."

Rhein chuckled, letting his fingers tap gently on the puppet like he was playing a piano: "This stand-in puppet is a rare one-time legendary item, and it looks undamaged, but McLeod deliberately demolished it Open, divided into several parts, if you find them together, you should be able to reassemble them completely. "

"Intentionally disassembled? Maybe after the reassembly is complete, you can still get the important information left by McLeod." Lucien thoughtfully, this is a way to avoid prophecy in the galaxy.

"I don't know how many doors there are, how many grey halls, and we don't know the specific coordinates where McLeod stores different parts of the puppet, and it may not be possible to find them for thousands of years." Rhein handed the puppet over with a smile. "It's useless for me to keep, you can use it for reference and analysis."

Lucien was originally interested in the special refining method of "stand-in puppets" in the magic notebook, and it was also a crippled and unusable thing, so he took it politely.

The five fingers of the right hand rested on the puppet, a little hard, but still immobile, Rhein pinched the right hand of the puppet's arm tightly.

Lucian looked up at Rhein in doubt, didn't she say it to herself?

Rhein looked at Lucien's blank expression, his lips curled up, and said humorously: "Do you want to take away without saying thank you?"

While speaking, Lucien saw his silver and bright eyes become hazy, like the cold and dreamy silver moon in the middle of the night, so that everyone's soul couldn't help but fall into it.

Lucian suddenly became tired and wanted to sleep quietly.

not good!

The charm of the vampire's talent!

Why did Mr. Rhine start suddenly?

The illusory and broken sound of the soul barrier sounded inside Lucien's soul, making him a little sober, but his eyes were like the night sky illuminated by the silver moon, and people couldn't keep their attention away.

The faint light of "short distance teleport" lights up, and the "spell trigger" is automatically cast when the soul is attacked.

At this moment, Rhein's right hand holding the puppet flicked gently, and the faint black ripples spread along the puppet to Lucien's hand, counteracting the magical fluctuations, so that Lucien could not escape from the teleportation.

"Spell sequencer" and "spell sequencer" produced effects one after another, but they were all offset by the strange means of Rhein. His bright red mouth opened, two pointed teeth stretched out, and the elegant gentleman bite to Lucian:

"It's rude not to say thank you."

Suddenly, Lucien's eyes became clear, the moonlight bloomed, and Rhine's teeth suddenly bit on the illusory ripples, which made his expression slightly solidify. At the same time, he felt that the puppet was light, and Lucien's right hand had been released .

Lucien only feels the faint coolness is continuously uploaded from the left hand "Ring of Congus", it has a very weak ability to illusion, and the effects of spell triggering and so on have earned Lucien time!

"You are not Mr. Rhein!" Lucian held the shield of truth in her left hand and pulled out a silver-grey long sword in her right hand.

Prior to this, Lucien had never suspected that Rhein would attack himself for other reasons. He never suspected that he was a fake. No matter whether it was breath, or the origin of blood, the effect of magic inspection, there was no doubt that he was Observer Silver Eye Count, but when Rhein used strange means to countermagic spell triggering, spell sequencing, and other magic, Lucien noticed a trace of anomaly.

"Rhein" withdrew his hand violently, leapt away very quickly, flashed the attack of Lucien's sword of truth, and laughed and said: "The same memory, the same appearance, the same blood, the same body, why am I not the Rhine? These Is n’t everything that a smart creature makes sense? "

"You are the unimaginable ghost, devil." Lucien's Truth Shield advanced to block the sudden "Rhein" attack, his fingers spread out, his well-manicured nails were colder than metal swords , The light of the light, caught fiercely on the shield.

In a crunching, sour tooth twitching sound, Lucian cut a sword out of the waist, and the silver-gray sword light chopped out a gap in the wall of the chamber.

"Rhein" seemed to be unresponsive, but after Jianguang and his body, only the phantom shattered, and then he flashed from the sky, leaping like an eagle, his fingers pointed, and the wings of the bat spread out behind him, covering the dome.

"His speed is not much worse than the projection of the Lord of Hell. The vampire is indeed a race known for agility and speed, but the attack power seems to be insufficient. Only the legendary second-order appearance is not enough to break the shield of truth." En calmly analyzed the situation. After the "Rhine" speed unfolded, he was in all directions, so that the field of will transformed by Lucien ’s spiritual field could not distinguish between true and false, and he could only use the shield of truth to resist, but not the truth. The sword fights back.

Dangdang, a silver-gray sword light was constantly chopped on the wall of the haze, making a clear and pleasant sound, creating one deep crack after another.

Looking at the cracks, Lucian suddenly got a wit: "The chamber is not big enough, but it is very strong ..."

"Hell Ball!" Lucien suddenly read the spell, a ball of bright sun-like light flew out of the "Robe of the Great Arcanist", hitting the "Rhein", and he was unintentionally escaped, and then Hit the wall.

Rumble!

Sound waves swept the entire chamber as if it were real, the green acid made the air begin to corrode, the silver lightning turned the room into a thunder forest, and the hot flame burned everything, like real hell around.

Every corner of the Chamber of Secrets can't escape this range of damage, even Lucien himself is no exception, except that he is in another world behind the shield of truth.

In the "Hell" scene, imaginary silhouettes shattered, and the real body of "Rhein" emerged around the faint black air.

"It's this opportunity!" Lucien locked his real body, and the sword of truth was ready to slash out.

The silver-grey sword light showed the shape of a crescent, cut off the flame, cut off the lightning, cut on the "Rhein" who was too late to avoid, cut off the black gas around him, and cut off his flesh.

The imaginary gap destroys every piece of flesh, but "Rhein" raised his corner of his mouth, revealing a strange smile, then pressed his chest with his right hand and bowed slightly, as gracefully as the musician exited.

Silently, "Rhein" 's body completely collapsed and disappeared in place, and the puppet's arm snapped to the ground.

When the horror scene produced by "Hell Ball" gradually subsided, everything returned to calm again, and "Rhein" never appeared again.

Lucian didn't care, holding the shield of truth, and carefully picked up the puppet's arm, but there was no message left by McLeod, and at the same time, a deep doubt rose in his heart: "Although this ghost can be true The ground changes into others, so that familiar people can't distinguish it, and it is easy to create strange assassinations, but the strength is only legendary second-order, only stronger than me. Why can you scare McLeod? Why can you make Musky? Legendary magicians like Lin are missing? "

"However, it also has weird places, but it has not completely fallen after being cut by the sword of truth ..."

Shaking his head, Lucien felt that it was full of mystery, and it is not something that he can explore at the moment.

"The time flow rate here is slower than outside, and the hunters behind should come in almost as well. The effect of the" God Despair Technique "must have disappeared. I can go back outside." Lucien didn't want to take any more risks. , According to the coordinate change law, calculate the current coordinates and entrance coordinates, find the way back.

At this time, another black door creaked open.

Lucien looked at the past alertly. The shield of truth in his hand had never been laid down. He believed that it could block the first wave of attacks by all powerful men below the gods.

The door was wide open, and a familiar figure entered Lucien's sight, silvery silky long hair, red coat, black shirt, dark red blood stains on the chest, lips more pale than usual, as if it were Rhine!

"Hey, Lucien, we meet again." He smiled, then his expression changed:

"Hey, don't say hi with the sword of truth!"