Finks, the first legendary strongman in the history of the Sphinx to win the surrender of all tribes and ushered in the Golden Age of the Sphinx.
Although there were many more powerful figures than it in the era when it was active, it is indeed a legend without a doubt. It is an existence that Lucien is far unable to compete with now, and after ten thousand years of "death", it is
"Resurrection", what strange changes happened, is something Lucien can't imagine at the moment.
Escape, this was the first thought that flashed through Lucien's mind!
This is also the only thought of a high-level magician when facing a legend!
As soon as he took two steps, Lucien's thoughts were racing, and he used all his willpower to overcome his subconscious reaction, and abruptly stopped the urge to run away.
Escape? Where to escape?
If you just break out, you will definitely alert the ninth-level divine priest, who can easily defeat you.
Sneaking out? Is there enough time? Can we leave the mausoleum before Phinks is completely "resurrected" and leave the range that can be enveloped by his will?
Looking for a nearby gap in the world of the dead to hide in? No, there is a projection of the mausoleum inside. The reason why Phinks can be resurrected must exist inside. That is the most dangerous direction now!
Use the space jump scroll given by the teacher to escape back? Although this will declare the failure of the mission, and the palace's magic circle and the rolling black energy are vaguely related to space, the jump is likely to be interfered with, and unexpected events may occur.
Change is the only feasible escape method at present!
Without hesitating for a few seconds, Lucien took out the scroll and was about to activate it.
"I... have been sleeping... for ten thousand... years, and I am still... imprisoned... here... You... dare... to... alarm... me... you... are... asking for it...
...A dead end..." The voice of Finks, the King of Sphinxes, was full of an evil dryness, as if a piece of rotten wood was slowly breaking.
Wait a moment, Lucien suddenly noticed a certain word.
"Confinement"!
Is Finks imprisoned here?
Its sleep and resurrection are beyond its own control?
In this case, an imprisoned legend no longer seems so powerful and invulnerable, and there is still a glimmer of hope!
The adventure factor hidden in Lucien's bones made his heart beat more slowly. He held the scroll in his left hand and calmly sensed the resurgence of the extreme evil power.
Too slow! The speed of power recovery is too slow! In the absence of "normal resurrection", the growth of the evil aura is firm but extremely slow!
This kind of "resurrection" that has been planned for tens of thousands of years can't be completed by simple rituals and pressure!
"It will take at least thirty seconds to reach the level of legendary aura." Lucien judged it very indifferently as if he was not in danger at all. Then he chanted the incantation and superimposed "brute force" on himself. After buffering
, and released the "brute force of the bull". Finally, for insurance, he took out another tube of "Fire Giant's Fist" potion and drank it.
Since this trip was quite dangerous, Lucien exchanged a lot of materials for setting up magic circles and various useful potions. He squandered all the extra arcane points he got after mortgaging his annuity income to his teacher Fernando, but who knew he would enter the Night Plateau?
, a large amount of materials were used to trap Count Vlad.
This made Lucien have to sigh, this is a war of money. Of course, the value of materials and medicines is much less than what can be obtained from the Rhine Treasure House.
The blood seemed to turn into hot magma and flowed turbulently in the veins. Lucien's restrained and well-proportioned arms suddenly bulged out into strong muscles, with a faint flickering flame inside.
"Twenty-one seconds left..." The expanded power made Lucien feel uncontrollable, and his body became extremely heavy. However, he could not take other potions that enhance agility, balance and reaction. He could only cast the second-ring magic again.
"Cat's Elegance" makes me a little lighter - a high-level potion like "Fire Giant's Fist" cannot be taken twice in a row without the body of a great knight. The powerful magic power it contains will give
**brings devastating impact.
"Nineteen seconds. Eighteen seconds..."
Lucien held the scroll in his mouth and took out an ordinary long sword from the storage bag. He held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands.
A warm feeling fed back from the wooden gauntlet, making Lucien's inner fear, helplessness, and worry dissipate, leaving only his firm self-will.
The anger in Si's mood became more and more obvious, and his confidence in his own strength and the joy of "resurrection" were also clearly expressed in the sharp and harsh sound like finely ground glass.
However, it still showed no sign of leaving the golden coffin and attacking Lucien.
This is very consistent with Lucien’s guess that it was “imprisoned”!
I just don’t know if it can break free when it returns to legendary level.
"Fifteen seconds, fourteen seconds...you have to leave five seconds to activate the scroll as a last resort."
Feeling the slow recovery of the evil aura, Lucien counted the passage of time and walked to the golden coffin again with still heavy steps.
"I...have...resurrected...from...sleep...and returned..." Phinks's voice became louder and louder, arousing waves of echoes and surging black energy, heading towards "The Saint"
Signs spreading outside the gate.
"Twelve seconds, eleven seconds... Saying 'i'mback' directly at this time seems more emotional and has the demeanor of a legendary strongman..." Even in an unusually calm state, Lucien's heart was full of all kinds of emotions.
Weird thoughts, but don't let them affect your judgment and actions.
On the golden coffin, the lid was pushed to the side, and a layer of black air as rich as ink covered "Finks' corpse". Lucien raised "Pale Justice" and chopped it off with all his strength.
There was no bright light, no amazing momentum, the ordinary sword blade with a slight flickering metallic luster struck hard on the rich black air.
Indescribable gentle and firm colors flashed past, and the black air was like ice and snow meeting the sun, quickly melting and separating, revealing the sphinx mummy lying inside.
It was as tall as two or three sphinxes, with a golden crown studded with sunstones and moonstones on its head. Its face and body were wrapped in pure white bandages. Only a pair of narrow eyes were exposed, which shone with evil and coldness.
of light.
"I...return...from...death..."
Before its mouth opened, there was an evil roaring sound, but before it could finish speaking, the "pale justice" slashed straight into its face!
"Pale Justice" suddenly burst out with powerful momentum, firm and persistent, orderly and fair, never looking back and never retreating!
"……come!"
Finks let out a shrill scream. Under the "ordinary luster" long sword, the pure white bandages cracked, revealing the decayed pale muscles underneath, and the brown sphinx hair had turned into a
A black thread of filth.
"ah!"
The rotten and pale muscles were cut open, and a thick smelly yellow liquid flowed out. It quickly evaporated under the sword blade without any dazzling luster.
"ah!"
During the third scream, countless tiny black beetles emerged from Finks' body. They were densely packed and gathered into black clouds, blocking the "Pale Justice".
The huge rebound force and black energy erosion that existed from the beginning caused Lucien, who was holding the long sword, to step back three steps. Its body was actually stronger than the seven-element alloy of the Magic Council with additional layers of magic defense.
Even harder! Is this a legendary level body?
Black beetles fell like rain. Phinks' body lit up in black, white and gray colors, filling the golden coffin again.
The golden lid was pulled back again by an inexplicable force.
Everything became calm, and the turbulent black air slowly rose and fell. Phinks, who had just "returned the king", became silent again.
"Pale Justice" is equivalent to a legendary weapon when facing devils, demons and undead creatures!
Lucien supported his body with pale justice, as if all his strength had been exhausted with just one sword strike. However, he finally managed to beat the "prematurely resurrected" Finks back to the world of the dead.
There is only strength and offense, no agility and balance. Lucien has no intention of actually fighting with a legend. He was able to kill Phinks only because it was imprisoned in a golden coffin. After all, "pale justice" has no limit.
The missing attributes must be within the range of its sword body to be effective.
Therefore, seeing that Phinks calmed down, Lucien stopped trying to push the golden coffin away and had a good fight with it.
"Who imprisoned Phinks? Why imprisoned it? Why is there still talk of resurrection?"
Countless questions emerged in Lucien's mind, but now was not the time to get to the bottom of it, he had to hurry up and leave.
Just as he was about to turn around, he remembered Phinks's heroic words about "the king returns from his slumber". Lucien had a bad taste and bowed slightly:
"Please continue to sleep."
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The pressure of Prince Dracula's gaze caused the high priest, who was kneeling in prayer outside the Saint's Gate, to press his whole body to the ground. Even though his emotions had been indifferent for a long time, he could not control the trembling of his soul and body at this time.
When he was relieved from the pressure, he immediately felt a strange movement in the black air behind the Saint's Gate, as if he was hugging something, and also seemed to be cheering for something.
"What happened?" The high priest raised his head and suddenly felt something. He looked back to another corridor and saw a skinny sphinx wearing a gold crown and countless black feathers on the back of his head. He was walking very fast.
Fly here.
"Your Excellency Herotus." The high priest bowed his head in panic.
This is none other than Herothos, the divine priest and the ninth-level powerhouse.
The down on Herotus's face has turned slightly white, and he said solemnly and solemnly: "A terrifying legendary strongman passed by just now, and I am worried that the sleep of the 'Great King' will be affected."
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he looked at Aska, who was still upright by the door. He was in sharp contrast with Inke, who was slumped on the ground next to him.
"It's a phantom. Someone has sneaked into the Saint's Gate!" Due to the huge gap in rank, Herotus recognized it as a phantom at a glance.
The high priest cast his innate spell in shock and confusion, his eyes flashed with a faint starlight, and he finally saw clearly that Askar not far away was an almost real phantom!
"Someone sneaked into the Saint's Gate!" he blurted out.