Rich black gas surged from the hall filled with burial coffins, from every part of the mausoleum, rolling towards the saint's gate at the top of the tower like countless monsters with teeth and claws.
The "Tomb Guards" from all directions all worshiped toward the top of the tower. They were usually fierce and reckless, but now they were as obedient as little sheep, clinging to the ground and not daring to say a word.
The black air engulfed them, and a little bit of sun-like brightness shone on them, blocking out the terrifying power of death.
In the mausoleum, the horrific corpses hanging on the wall started to move and roared ferociously.
In the strange hall, the lids of black coffins were suddenly opened, and densely bandaged hands stretched out.
The white bandages turned a disgusting yellowish brown due to the erosion of corpse oil and the decay of time. The unconscious evil sounds echoed with the surrounding roars, making the tomb extremely terrifying.
"Lucien" and Ink raised their halberds, pointed them at the black air, separated them like waves, and let them bypass them and pour into the saint's gate.
The black energy came and went quickly. In just ten seconds, they disappeared without a trace, and only the ethereal echo of the evil and ferocious roar was left.
Seeing that the "Saint's Gate" returned to normal, Yinke subconsciously sighed to "Askar" next to him: "It's finally over."
"I don't talk to the bastard scorpions." "Askar" replied coldly.
"You!" Yinke turned his head angrily, looking as if he wanted to eat "Aska" alive, although everything he ate was alive.
"Askar" snorted coldly and stopped answering.
Yin Ke was so angry that he couldn't calm down, but he didn't dare to fight in front of the high priest. He could only close his mouth tightly and look forward in frustration, never wanting to talk to the hateful Aska again!
The high priest noticed the movement here, but didn't take it too seriously because he knew the source of the conflict between the two very well. As long as it didn't violate the law, there was no need to worry about such trivial matters.
So the high priest lowered his head and continued his "prayer", seeking growth in strength.
The five-ring illusion "Permanent Phantom" can create a near-substantial phantom with sound, body temperature, smell, and movement. It can also set conditions in advance to allow the phantom to make basic responses to simple situations, such as
When the black energy surges in, he raises his halberd. For example, when Inke tries to have a conversation, he first replies "Don't talk to the bastard scorpions." Then he snorts in silence, such as when the high priest comes over and lowers his head to say hello.
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Behind the Saint's Gate, black air surged, but it was silent and filled with an eerie silence.
Waves of swirling gas gathered together, condensing into Lucien's figure. He had changed back to his original appearance, with a black hood covering his face.
"Sure enough, it feels like the realm of the dead." Lucien looked around and found a little bit of gray permeating the black air, making the place as quiet as solidification.
This is a circular palace with patterns of sunflowers painted all around. The ground made of an unknown material is engraved with golden rays that look like the rays of the sun. It gradually rises and extends to the half-height altar in the center.
There is a gold-carved coffin placed in the center of the altar, with a silver moon pattern inlaid with silver-white special materials.
Since the entire hall was filled with billowing black energy, bringing out strong waves of death and shielding it from prying eyes from the outside world, Lucien no longer worried about being discovered when he used magic, and he built up one defense after another for himself.
However, Lucien still did not dare to take out the "Crown of the Sun", a magical item that was closely related to the world of the dead, lest it be like dropping a drop of blood in the sea area where sharks often swim, causing crazy changes and thus attracting
Divine priest.
After confirming that the palace's array layout was consistent with Rhine's description, Lucien followed a strange route toward the altar in the black air.
The further we walked, the colder it became, and the power of death became almost real. After there was no sound, the colors began to fade away. It was like an oil painting after being washed with water.
It took Lucien more than ten minutes to walk the short distance before he walked to the front of the altar as if from the misty black air and stepped onto the steps made of gold.
"Without Mr. Rhine's experience, everything would not have been so easy. It would have taken many days just to analyze the layout of the palace." Lucien stood in front of the golden coffin and sighed inwardly.
Without wasting any time, Lucien took out the "Sphinx" from the storage bag and gently placed it in a recessed position on the coffin lid.
They fit together perfectly, as if they should be right here.
Taking a step back, Lucien recited the incantation, and traces of blood flowed from the sphinx statue, which was strange and terrifying.
Blood flowed out of the coffin, and the black air suddenly rolled violently. The inlaid silver moon shimmered, and then dimmed.
The magic ritual was completed so easily? Although Lucien heard Rhine describe the general situation, he was still quite surprised by how simple it was. He wanted to study the layout of this magic ritual carefully but did not dare to waste time here. Who knew?
When will the divine priests come to worship the "Great King"?
Turning around, Lucien had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt a terrifying pressure coming from the outside world, as if the world was about to be destroyed and darkness was coming forever!
"What a powerful vampire? Prince Dracula?" Lucien has moonlight bloodline and is sensitive to vampires. However, this terrifying aura is not concealed at all, he is unscrupulous and extremely arrogant.
Black Qi whimpered and curled up like a bullied puppy.
Outside the Finks Mausoleum, the already lit sky was now darker than the night, and the rising sun disappeared into the sky.
Lucien felt an inexplicable and substantial gaze sweeping from left to right, then onto himself.
The unspeakable pressure, the unimaginable tyranny, made Lucien sweat slightly on his forehead.
His gaze briefly paused on the Ice and Snow Medal and the Holm Crown Ring, then quietly left and continued moving forward.
It was as if the darkness covering the entire sky disappeared, and the orange-red sun emerged again.
"Is this how powerful Prince Dracula is, standing on the same level as Speaker Douglas and Lord Brooke?" Lucien then clearly realized that the kind old man he had seen in Fernando's study and his own atomic research institute,
He actually hid such terrifying strength.
Suddenly, before the darkness completely disappeared, a heartbreaking sound came from behind Lucien.
It turned out to be the sound of the coffin lid being pushed open!
"Who...disturbed...my...sleep?" A slow, hoarse voice without any fluctuation slowly sounded inside the coffin.
Lucien immediately felt that the extremely evil power was slowly reviving!
"I...have been...sleeping...for...ten...thousands of years...and still...imprisoned...here...I...want...you...to bear...my...
Angry..." The voice gradually changed, taking on a little emotional ups and downs.
Prince Dracula's pressure actually caused the sphinx, who had been dead for "ten thousand years", to resurrect from the world of the dead?!