The hall is still deep and dim, with only a few slight light, which shone through the dome of the roof, and a few mottled lights are radiating everywhere. In the only remaining light source, they dance desperately, as if they want to show off and burn the last light of life.

Under the faint light, you can see that the walls of the hall look old and fragile, as if with a gentle touch, they will be overwhelmed into bits and dripping and dust. The corners of the wall are entangled and messy spider webs and yellow patches, which make people feel a little unhappy and depression in their hearts.

In the middle of the hall, it looked pitch black at this time, and only the highest point could be vaguely seen, a huge throne. Even in the darkness where it was unclear, the throne would still emit golden light that would continue to be at the bottom from time to time, with a majestic and solemn momentum.

"Ah..." In the middle of the throne, there was a faint figure. This long and lonely sigh spoke out countless desolation and loneliness, as if all the passing clouds and smoke in the world were insignificant in his eyes, and in his eyes, it was a drop in the fleeting sea.

In the darkness, the figure gently stretched out his hand. This was a pair of wide, large hands with protruding joints and corrected errors. The palms were very rough and huge. The distribution of some age spots and thick calluses could be seen. These hands seemed to reveal the feelings and sighs of the passage of time and the changes of the world.

"Dear King..." A humble and respectful call came from the darkness in the distance under the throne. That direction was in a complete and unseen darkness, even with a hint of coldness and cold murderous intent.

If you look closely, you will find a human figure in the darkness. In the part of the head, there will be sharp and sharp teeth that will be exposed from time to time, and it will shine slowly. The person's eyes are chilling blood red. Just like two bright red blood spots in the black curtain, which resemble the eyes of the hungry wolf pack in the night in the wilderness.

"No, don't say anything, Toffler..." The mysterious man in the throne said to the figure in the darkness below. It turned out that the voice just now was Toffler Cousins, the king of vampires who had lived for thousands of years. Therefore, he could see his red pupils and white fine teeth so clearly in the darkness.

However, who is this powerful mysterious man in the throne in front of him? Who can make the once extremely noble existence in the dark world, the king of vampire surrender to him and call him his "king"?

The mysterious man just sat there lightly, preventing Toffler from speaking, but he did not take any further action. He just sat quietly, watching his huge, unpleasant hands.

After a long time, the mysterious king suddenly seemed to have made up some determination. He gently raised his hands and made it into an arc, as if something very important was entrusted to it. Gradually, a black, sticky paste liquid like mercury began to flow slowly and condense.

Slowly, the liquid made a "gulu" and "gulu" sound, condensed into an elliptical sphere, and began a strange twist and abnormal movement. Finally, in the end, it seemed that the final shape was determined and became a disc-shaped cake-like object - it could actually reflect the surrounding scenery and light sources.

The mysterious king sighed lightly, cherishing himself, and reluctantly stretched out his hand, carefully stroking the strange round lens, as if he was looking at his old friend who had not seen for many years, or the most precious treasure in the world. With his rough hands gently touching, the round mirror began to become smoother and more transparent, and even a gray-white halo was shining.

Suddenly, the round mirror emitted a light like daylight, and suddenly strange scenes appeared in the display range of the mirror: it was a forest, with green and green trees and grasslands, and colorful flowers arranged neatly, gathering together to compete for beauty.

Apart from these scenery, the rest is wind. Only wind.

Yes, the visible wind. The wind element that is like the essence and can be clearly distinguished by the naked eye, gently and lightly blows in the green forest in the picture, bringing up many tiny dust and flower chips, and even many dandelion-like cotton wool, floating in the breeze, flying non-stop.

"Tovle... Look, this is the fluctuation of the wind element, it's very wonderful..." After a while, he looked at it mysteriously before sighing faintly, staring at the scenery in the round mirror in front of him, and asked faintly.

"Back to the respected king... this is indeed a strange and mysterious landscape." Toffler didn't know why his king asked this question. All of them were still just maintaining their usual humility and calmness, but they did not lose it, and answered without nutrition.

"Haha... mysterious... it's true." The mysterious king suddenly smiled strangely, as if he had heard something ridiculous. He smiled suddenly and puzzledly. He smiled for a minute before he slowly returned to normal. Then he sat up straight and spoke again:

"This is the power of the enlightenment stone. The enlightenment stones on both planes are sealed in the temple together, so that such miracles can be found. All our powers, my - all your powers, ultimately, come from it. But now, I feel threats - a feeling that makes me very uncomfortable. The natal magic weapon of this prophecy mirror also sends out an unknown premonition and signal."

Toffler listened respectfully, but the king's words stopped there, and there was no intention of continuing, and there was no following. So he had to ask, "Dear King, I don't know these things in particular. But you are omniscient and omnipotent. Is this a sign of good or bad? How do we do it and what should we do?"

"What to do?" The mysterious king repeated Toffler's last question. The voice seemed to have no thoughts and souls of his own, but was just a simple repetition of Toffler's language and mechanical copying, as if this question was not directed at himself.

After a while, he seemed to have slowly returned to his god, sighed quietly and sighed to the Vampire King: "Tofler... don't you understand? The enlightenment stone feels that its existence is threatened. Someone wants to destroy all this, change all this, and make the trajectory that has been running in the established track for hundreds of years, launching deviations and changes. The courage of this person—or this group of people, is very admirable, and they do seem to know how to do it. This is what makes the enlightenment stone uneasy."

Toffler was silent for a while, using all his talents and brains to try to understand the king's intentions, but he failed in the end. He did not catch any unusual clues, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "Great King, then, what should we do? What should we do?"

"Do nothing." The mysterious king expressed his constant worry and doubt in his heart, and then felt a relief like relief. He seemed to have no support, and sat down into the throne in a limp and repeated: "Do nothing, and you can't do anything. Unlocking the temple is an impossible task. All that needs to be done is to wait here and wait for everything to end."

"Affect the king's order." The vampire king Toffle respectfully lowered his body and bowed deeply. However, a trace of haze faintly rose in his heart, because in his hundreds of years of contact with the king, he had never seen the majestic and deep king, as fear and helpless as he was at this moment. A faint crisis and sense of obscenity gradually filled the heart that had been indifferent for thousands of years.

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The world of death.

The low-hanging lead clouds pressed tightly on the towering peaks, and the entire sky seemed to sense something unusual. The arrival of what was about to happen, all the gray and black clouds gathered on the noisy peaks, brewing an unprecedented storm.

The thick gray-black clouds squeezed into clusters of unrecognizable clusters. Inside the clouds, yellow sparks even flashed "crackling", as if a downpour or a feast of thunder and lightning was about to be cast.

At the top of the mountain, countless undead creatures were like groups of ants, flying lees in the sky, or groups of dust and leaves, flocking to the huge city gate in front of them.

This is an extremely tall and extremely heavy stone gate. Behind the gate is a huge, amazing and admirable castle. Although it is unknown what is in the castle, the inconspicuous stone gate emits white light everywhere, as well as countless vortexes and nests.

The creatures rushing forward frantically seemed to be unable to distinguish the surging power in the huge door in front of them, but only followed the simplest, Nora's most direct command in his mind: "Go forward, rush."

"Sweep...sizzle..." Countless burning, or absorbing ordinary chaotic sounds, came involuntarily from the direction where the necro creatures and the "gate" bordered - all the necro creatures that touched the castle gate were actually crushed into wisps of flying smoke by the white glowing ribbons!

Not far from the sky, a small figure floating in the air shook his head involuntarily and let out a deflated sigh. This was a very tiny human figure, like a child, and the whole person was covered with a layer of pure black, seamless, and extremely shiny scales.

The reason why it can float is because behind this person is a pair of huge wings that are flapping. Compared with the insignificant body, the wings appear so huge and magnificent, gently opening and closing, making the small human figure float steadily in the air - what's even more strange is that the color of the wings is strange, one black and one white.

The wings of black knowing are like all the darkness in the world gather together, and all the thick ink cannot render it. At first glance, it is like seeing the darkness in the deepest part of hell; and on its opposite side is the white and flawless wings. This wing is so white that it has no flaws, like the spotless, and holy curtain that has never been touched in one's life.

In the middle of the black and white wings is a huge black battle gun. This black battle gun is completely disproportionate to the small human figure, shining with a strong metallic luster, emitting an invisible, strong cold murderous aura.

"Oh..." The person covered by black scales let out a sigh of despair. At this moment, only the eyes were exposed outside the scales, and the eyes were completely blood-red, but the depth of the pupils was endless loneliness and disappointment - after all, the carefully prepared Necromance seemed to have no way to become any help for opening the door, which was somewhat an extremely frustrating thing.

"Hey, Nora, don't be discouraged." Suddenly, a lazy, with a bit of carefree voice came from above the black battle gun.

Nora was startled and looked up quickly. She saw a circular vortex of space appeared directly above her, and a faint shadow was slowly floating down from the depths of the vortex.

This faint shadow-like soul is actually Roy.

If it were just Roy, Nora would not be so surprised, because Roy could already use his own strength to travel through the turbulent space and find the place of his own plane in his stomach.

But how could this stupid boy do what he is today? How could he not be discovered by himself and bypass the stalking of the soul contract? How did he lock his direction coordinates so accurately that it happened to appear directly above him?

Of course, the most surprising thing is that this kid was able to use the soul body to break out a gap from the space turbulence and appear in his own plane in a non-entity form. Before, Roy had to attach to the entity of the skeleton before he could move in the death plane. You must know that if you can reach this step, then the time travel technique of Nora himself, the soul body attached to Roy's consciousness is not too far away, at least it has the same effect.

Roy's soul body fluttered and flew around Nora's body, as if he was really observing something very carefully. After a while, he said, "Nora, this outfit is very cool! His wings are beautiful, how do I dye my hair like this one day; what's going on with your armor? Are you a fish? Hey, how did you pick up that big black gun? It seems to be pure iron. You really have strange power, but looking at your body, you are obviously a child..."

Nora shook her head with a wry smile, unable to help but laugh and cry. It seemed that although Roy had made great progress in soul, space and natural magic, his temperament had never changed. He couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy and said sternly: "How did you learn how to use the soul body? I'm about to look for you, you see, now it's the critical time, that's the 'Gate of All beings'."

"The Gate of All beings." Roy's eyes finally moved away from Nora, and looked at the huge castle under him - the huge number of Necromancers. At this time, the white light that kept gushing out from the door was purified. As soon as he touched it, it would immediately disappear, turn into countless dust, and return to the barren land of the world of death.

"It seems that things are not very good." Roy said, "I'm in the same trouble in my own plane - there's no way to open the door."

"I have seen it all, you don't need to say more about these. Don't forget that I can see your every move clearly." Nora sighed softly and added: "But if it looks like this, there will be no hope in everything. It seems that we can no longer continue."

"Hey, Nora, when did you become so unconfident?" Roy suddenly smiled and said quickly, "Don't worry, I've figured it out. Since you gave me your hope of opening the door, how can I let it go?"

"Oh?" The black and white wings behind Nora could not control her excitement. She slapped her twice and said excitedly: "What's going on? Tell me, just talk."

Roy nodded, his voice became solemn and natural, and he brewed for a moment, and said word by word: "After understanding the way natural magic power works, in my sea of ​​consciousness, I finally understood the root and connection of all this. There is only one sentence: What you see is what you get."

"What you see is what you get." Nora repeated.

"Yes," Roy said quickly, "You kept saying that I was the 'key' to unlock everything. But the real 'key' may not be me, or someone else. The 'key' is not necessarily a special person, but a medium closest to the natural state of the temple, suitable for and integrated into it. The center of it is revealed in the 'Jiyu'."

Nora frowned and didn't say anything for a long time. After all, being taught by his own necromancer's creatures is not a good thing to be honest. However, he agreed with his opponent Roy's theory and was ignited with new hope.

Roy smiled long, obviously very satisfied and proud of being able to scare Nora. He suddenly let out a long roar, and his entire soul body turned into a wisp of flying smoke and dust in the air. The next moment, a skeleton wearing leather armor, holding a wooden shield and a rust knife appeared on the ground!

Roy drove the skeleton and suddenly rushed towards the gate of the castle, hitting all kinds of messy necro creatures along the way. The Necrotic Legion spontaneously gave up a path. He came to the gate in a flash, slowly stretched out his hand, and gently printed it on the gate.

The faint black light mist kept flowing and flashing. After a few light muffled sounds, the arrogant, tightly closed door in front of Roy, which seemed to never be opened actually creaked and retreated, completely split into two halves!
Chapter completed!