Shivil continued to look along the relief, but witnessed how Sethaka fell step by step.

From time to time, god warriors died in a fierce battle, and even the powerful Sethaka was surrounded by monsters and fell into a death battle.

When she was rescued by her comrades, her huge body was incomplete and she was already dying.

As the picture turned, the dead Sethaka changed from a huge ascension form to a normal form, lying calmly on the arms of a wolf-headed god.

The light on her body faded away bit by bit and finally returned to darkness.

The war on the border was still intensified, and people could only haste to build a tomb for the ascension of Martial Arts queen. She was watched by the wolf-headed god and placed in a gorgeous sarcophagus, and finally slept in the yellow sand.

Shiville took his eyes back from the reliefs on the four walls and looked at the sarcophagus in the center of the tomb.

In the darkness, she had quietly covered the void skin armor, and everything was clearly presented to her.

And the group of bodyguards were still in the dark, but they didn't know that she had touched the sarcophagus.

On both sides of the sarcophagus were huge sculptures of two beast-headed gods. The one with the jackal head held a long-handled battle axe, and the one with the crocodile head held a half-moon slaughter blade, all of them looked at Shiville with wide eyes wide open.

"Nethers, Rekton, I recognize you," said Severmer.

This pair of god warriors are brothers who ascended at the same time. They guard the glorious glory of the dynasty with both literature and martial arts. They have evolved into a door god-like existence in Shurima's culture.

Guards with wolf heads and crocodile helmets can be seen in front of many temple gates, guarding before the steps.

Shiville did not see the magic pattern from the sculpture. She knew that these two sculptures were just used to scare away the villains here and did not have any actual deterrence.

She stepped forward to the sarcophagus, and the invisible gaze of the sculpture fell on the open space behind her, making her feel that she was not as depressed as she was at the beginning.

wrong!

Why does she have a psychological burden?

This was originally the tomb of her ancestors, and she came here to take away what originally belonged to her.

In fact, in the heart of Shiville, his trust in Kahn is far from reaching the level of undoing faith.

Only after she confirms whether Chalikar is as magical as Kahn said can she change her opinion.

The length of the sarcophagus reaches an astonishing four meters, and you can imagine how big the body of the sleeping man is.

This is just an ordinary state. According to the ratio shown in the relief, Shiver speculates that the god warriors can become giants dozens of meters high after completely liberating their power.

Such a huge body is worthy of the name of the gods.

She had a clear purpose, and she ignored the scriptures that were incomprehensible on the lid of the coffin, passed the magnificent gems embedded on it, and finally confirmed that what she was looking for was in this sarcophagus, and she needed to open the lid of the coffin to get it.

Shiville pressed his hands against the lid of the coffin, and his forehead was close to him, murmured in his mouth, as if he was praying.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest here. I don't care about the vague revival. I only care about my own life. I have to take it away so that I can take my destiny in my own hands. If you feel the connection in our blood, let me get it smoothly."

After expressing his thoughts, Shiville pushed the sarcophagus hard.

Because of the ancient age of Void Skin Armor, her strength was far beyond ordinary people. Without using tools to pry open the sarcophagus, she pushed open the lid of the coffin alone.

The grinding sound in the dark attracted the attention of the bodyguard captain. He spoke a warning, with some urgency and excitement in his voice.

"Mercenary, have you discovered something? Don't move, let's do it."

Shiville ignored the warning of the bodyguard captain. She looked into the sarcophagus and found a skeleton in armor lying quietly in it, with a huge skeleton that had exceeded three meters.

Kahn drew it on the wooden table with wine. The magic weapon held in the relief by the gods was now placed on the chest of the bones.

It is a golden cross blade with a cold light, with a green gem inlaid in the center.

With just one glance, Shiville's gaze could not be removed. She felt the blood was being moved and boiled in her blood vessels.

She took out the cross blade and put it in her hand to look at it carefully - it was indeed a treasure, containing the clever craftsmanship and magical power that had long been forgotten by time.

Shiville was amazed that no weapon made her feel so applauded.

The moment she bought it, she felt that her soul was connected to the weapons in her hand. Even though she was separated by a layer of evil skin armor, this feeling could not be cut off.

Shiville grabbed Chalikal in his hand steadily and looked at the bodyguard captain who was walking towards him.

"Mercenary, have you found the heirloom? Give it to me and wait for us to return and submit the commission. This commission will be completed."

The bodyguard captain didn't realize what terrible existence he was going to face. He saw the cold light emitted by Shiville's rotating cross blade in the darkness, and followed the slander and walked towards her.

Shiville unbuttoned his helmet and showed a cruel smile.

"Okay, no amount of money was left."

She handed over the cross blade, and the bodyguard captain took the heirloom in ecstasy, but found that the thing was extremely heavy in his hand. He was a strong man and it was difficult to even pick it up, let alone waving it.

"How did you pick it up easily?"

The bodyguard captain stared blankly as he easily took the cross blade from him with just one hand, feeling confused.

"Because..." Shevil's body surface spread, and his voice became shrill under the cover of his helmet: "This is my heirloom, you are not welcome here."

She twisted her wrist and the cross blade quickly turned in her hand, making a sword-like sound.

With a light wave, he knocked down the head of the bodyguard captain's Xiang Shangren.

As soon as Shiville saw Chalikar, he had an extremely strong connection with him...or possessiveness.

The reason why she asked the bodyguard captain to touch her was just to confirm the attitude of this magic weapon.

A strong man could not handle anything that was hard to handle with all his strength, but was easily swung by an ordinary woman without using skin nails, which was enough to illustrate many things.

But Shiville could feel that this weapon was far from that simple.

The other bodyguards had not yet noticed that their captain had been cleanly killed by Shiville, who had turned into a monster in the dark, and she threw the cross blade at them.

Chalikar drew a trajectory of death, hovered through the air, connecting the three people not on the same straight line and cutting them in half, and finally flew towards her again.

She jumped, came to the landing point of the flying blade in advance and caught it, continued to rotate it in her hand for a few times, and then stopped.

Shiville's eyes gathered on the Crossblade again, and only felt an incredible moment.

She could feel that the weapon was intimately connecting her - before she threw out the cross blade, she had calculated the flight trajectory after it was removed and where the landing point would finally appear.

Shiville strided forward in the darkness, fighting a bloody path from the ancient tomb, leaving only dead people behind.

All of them were dead people whose torso were cut off by a knife.

The blood-stained blade was licked by the greedy skin armor, and the cross blade was fixed just right behind it by the bone blade.

Shiville inherited the will of the goddess of war and walked into the yellow sand of the desert alone.
Chapter completed!