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Chapter 66 The Devil's Contract

The divine priest Herotus opened his mouth, let out an angry lion's roar, and at the same time pointed the golden scepter in his hand at the "Holy Gate".

On the gray stone texture, golden lines quickly highlighted, forming the appearance of a strange-shaped beetle.

Suddenly, the "Saint's Gate" burst out with light, like a miniature sun, which made the high priest's eyes burst into tears. His vision went dark and he was temporarily blinded.

In this dazzling light, the saint's door slowly opened back, the rolling black air was suppressed, and the "wave" quickly subsided.

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The movement at the saint's gate alerted Lucien, who was preparing to vaporize his body. Was it the divine priest who discovered something was wrong in the palace? Or was it simply because of Prince Dracula's oppression that he came to check it out?

No matter what the reason is, Lucien has no doubt that the divine priest can see through the permanent phantom he left behind at a glance, and his existence is no longer a secret!

Start the ninth-level scroll jump? Lucien is holding the pale justice in one hand, and still holding the trigger scroll given by the teacher Fernando in the other hand.

As his brain was running rapidly to make a decision, Lucien's eyes subconsciously wandered around the palace. Suddenly he saw the golden coffin of Finks, the Sphinx King, and his heart suddenly moved.

Seems like there's no need to waste this precious scroll?

The saint's door slowly opened, and dazzling light shone in.

Lucien's left hand holding the ninth-level scroll once again took out something from the storage bag. It had a cross engraved in the middle and the sun's rays painted around it. It was the talisman "Crown of the Sun" left by Maskelyne!

Now that Finks has fallen into a deep sleep again, hiding in the gaps in the world of the dead no longer seems so dangerous!

Warm and soft "divine magic" waves as if warmed by the sun spread throughout Lucien's body. The coldness in the Finks palace rolled to the side like a snake and a scorpion, and the rich aura of the dead world came from the direction of the "golden coffin".

A light black gap stood crookedly on the coffin, like a sharp sword hanging above Finks' head.

Lucien held the Pale Justice, the Crown of the Sun and the Jump Scroll, and dragged his heavy steps toward the gap two or three steps away.

The saint's door was completely opened, and the black air was completely calm. Herothos, the priest of the gods holding a golden scepter, walked in. His spirit completely enveloped the entire hall, but there was no one there!

"Damn blasphemer!" Herotus roared in horror, causing the tomb to tremble slightly and causing the sphinxes in the camp outside to crawl to the ground again.

Although there was no one there, he did feel the stranger's breath, so he subconsciously thought that the infiltrator had escaped. That's why he was so angry.

Holding the golden scepter high, Herotus let out a strange roar, one eye became as dazzling as the sun, and the other became as bright as the silver moon.

In these strange eyes, scenes began to emerge. There were scenes of a mysterious man wearing a hood walking through the black air, there were blurry scenes of him raising his sword and slashing at the golden coffin, there were scenes of him

Finally, when he pounced forward, the space began to distort.

Nine-ring spell, retrospective vision!

Although it was interfered by many external forces, it was impossible to obtain rich details. The picture was blurry and jumpy, very simple, but it did not prevent Herotus from identifying the damn man who desecrated the corpse of his ancestors, and his main purpose of coming in.

He actually wanted to prevent the great king Phinks from being resurrected!

"Lord Herothos, where are the infiltrators who deserve to be torn apart?" the high priest summoned the courage to ask.

"He has escaped. He seems to be equipped with high-level scrolls or items that can jump through space." Herotus' voice was cold, as if blowing from the silent hell, "He wanted to destroy the body of the great Sphinx King and stop him.

The future resurrection.”

The high priest said in horror: "That?"

"How can a little insect like him imagine the power of the 'Great King'?" Herotus looked straight at the golden coffin. "I can still feel that the 'Great King' is watching us, and I feel that he

The majestic and vast power.”

After speaking, Herotus raised his scepter and began to pursue the prophecy with the help of the remaining breath and palace layout.

As the sun flashed, Herotus' golden scepter suddenly dimmed. He said in horror: "He is not in this world? No, it can be vaguely felt, but it is so blurry that it is almost impossible to capture the trace.

!”

The world he talks about refers to the main material world plus all known alien spaces.

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After jumping through the thick curtain of the gap in the world of the dead, Lucien felt the familiar lifeless solidification, leaving only the dead black, white and gray in the splendid world.

This is a mausoleum palace with no other colors. Its general shape is the same as that of the outside world, as if it is the place where Phinks lives.

But the gray "golden" coffin was tied with reddish-brown lines that looked like spider silk, and they extended to every magic circle node in the palace.

The reddish-brown color is very dim, but compared with the pale black gray around it, it is so vivid that Lucien cannot ignore it at all. There is also a ball of rust-colored light stained with blood floating on top of the gray coffin. It is like

It beat like a heart and the color was equally bright, giving Lucien a very strange feeling.

Closing his eyes, Lucien discovered that there was no ball of light in his mental force field! And when his eyes looked at it, it was so erratic, as if it did not exist here at all, and could not be touched, discovered, or truly approached!

There seem to be many ever-changing things hidden in this ball of light.

"What is this ball of light? Those lines seem to be extracting the power of Phinks?" Lucien thought curiously and in astonishment. He tried very hard to restrain his urge to conduct research here. Who knew that the priests of the gods would do it?

No cracks will be found in the world of the dead. Who knows whether the Crown of the Sun will attract the attention of high-level officials in the world of the dead? Who knows whether there will be high-level undead patrolling here. You must leave immediately!

In order not to cause the resurgence of Phinks and destroy Rhine's layout, Lucien heartbrokenly gave up the idea of ​​collecting a reddish-brown line, gave up the idea of ​​using magic to stimulate the rust-colored light ball at close range, put away the pale justice,

After removing the magic that increased strength, he added layers of defense to himself and pushed open the gray saint's door.

There are definitely no undead creatures here, because both the divine priests and the top high priests can build their own tombs!

Outside the gate, there are also two sphinxes standing, but they are "guardians of the underworld" with gray bandages all over their bodies.

They stretched out their four long legs, let out a silent scream, and attacked Lucien coldly and rigidly.

Lucien calmly touched the Crown of the Sun amulet already worn on his chest, and a sacred and majestic halo immediately spread out in waves like waves.

Affected by this invisible warm light, the two "guardians of the underworld" froze in place, and then turned into countless decaying dust as if they had been washed away by tens of thousands of years.

Level 6 magic, immortality!

Lucien kicked off his feet and rushed towards the bottom of the solidified mausoleum, the aura of immortality around him surging like waves.

Sensing a change near the saint's gate. Sensing a light that was incompatible with his own aura, the tomb suddenly boiled.

In the solidified image of black and white, guards from the underworld were holding halberds, and together with the dense black beetles covering the walls and corridors, they surged toward Lucien.

Two completely different "waves" collided violently, and the mausoleum shook slightly. Then, invisible light passed through the solidified black and gray waves.

After the wave of light passed, the gray-white underworld guards collapsed one after another and turned into bursts of dust. The black beetles emitted puffs of smoke and died completely silently.

Following the purified spacious passage, Lucien quickly passed through the dark corridors, approaching the exit of the mausoleum.

Suddenly, a tall underworld guard with pale eyes flashing, holding a giant sword and carrying a halo of death, pounced on Lucien from the corner.

Lucien did not dodge. When it slashed him with the giant sword in both hands, and when the layers of defense were split apart, he activated the Crown of the Sun.

A majestic and huge sacred pillar of light descended inexplicably. It completely enveloped the underworld guard who had dragged out the afterimage to hide, and a little bit of black emerged. It quickly evaporated,

When the light beam disappeared, only a deep pit was left in place, and the bottom and surroundings were all traces of gasification.

Eighth level magic, Yang Yan Explosion!

Seizing the opportunity, Lucien ran out of the mausoleum and saw the ever-gray sky in the world of the dead and the messy desert around him.

"The hidden magic circle and reddish-brown lines seem to be extracting the power of Finks, and Mr. Rhine's arrangement also seems to be stealing this power for his own use."

"Then who arranged it in the first place?"

After a quick scan, and with his fairly profound knowledge of magic circles, Lucien roughly judged the possibility, "But, what is that rust-colored ball of light?"

For some reason, this ball of light always lingers in Lucien's mind.

Not daring to delay, Lucien chose the bloodline of one of the most common undead creatures in the undead world. Lucien inspired the transformation mask and began to look for another exit from the undead world.

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Gusta Empire, Marienburg Province, in the castle of Viscount Noor.

Viscount Nour closed the door, activated the defensive trap, and then walked into the secret room of his study.

In the secret room, beautiful women of different ages, wearing different styles of clothing, were lying there quietly, with rosy faces, as if they were sleeping.

Viscount Nour looked at them enthusiastically, as if appreciating pieces of art. Then he stretched out his right hand and touched the face of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, feeling the cold relaxation.

"They will never understand that only corpses are the most beautiful existence. Women with intelligence will always betray, be carefree, and make trouble unreasonably. Only corpses are perfect! The cold touch and loose muscles will be theirs for the rest of their lives.

Unimaginable art." Viscount Nour murmured to himself with burning eyes.

After he was transformed into a vampire by a vampire countess, he gradually developed a disgusting hobby - necrophilia, which is a love for corpses that cannot think or move. Therefore, he was strongly despised by other vampires and had to use his inherited identity to hide.

In human society, enjoy your own life.

Suddenly, he noticed a slight fluctuation, and then he was horrified to find that his whole body was stiff. He could only see a mysterious man in black robes at the door through the full-length mirror opposite.

"What...are you...going to...do...?" The stiff throat could only speak one word at a time.

Nuer was very frightened and knew that he was immobilized by the third-ring Necromancer. Since the effect was so good, he must be a high-level magician!

Lucien said with disgust: "I just came to borrow some blood and let you sleep for a while, but now it seems that I can only say..."

"I'll lend you your head."

After leaving the world of the dead through another gap, Lucien relied on Rhine's guidance to find vampires who lived in isolation or mixed in human society, because while Prince Dracula was tracking Rhine's whereabouts, he turned into other vampires and returned to the Night Plateau. Jump to

The best choice, who can suspect that a vampire with identity and acquaintance is Rhine, especially he has just left!

"No!" Noor screamed in horror, but his stiff throat could only produce a long, slow and ridiculous trill.

A burst of invisible light submerged Noor and the corpses behind him.

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Antiphore, Holy Herz Empire, the most magnificent city in the world.

Standing in the corner, looking at the tall city wall built in ancient times to prevent the invasion of giants, Borak Van Anjou, a direct member of the Plantagenet family, had dark eyes and a downcast face, as if he was hiding a lot of thoughts.

"Master Borak, let's go." An inconspicuous, thin man in black came over from the side.

Borak came back to his senses, glanced at him, and nodded slightly: "Giz, I hope I can gain something this time."

"Master Borak, don't worry, the old Duke can still live for a long time." Giz smiled and looked at the depressed and anxious big "customer" in front of him.

As one of the oldest wealthy families in the Holy Hertz Empire, the Plantagenet family is still a powerful aristocratic class with two golden knights, controlling a "Porse Knights" of its own. And because the former No. 1

The heir, the old Duke's only son died young, and Borac, who had a good bloodline, became a strong contender for the heir. Unfortunately, he was unable to activate the power of his bloodline, and was completely dominated by another heir, the third-level knight Alten.

Thinking of Alten's arrogant and arrogant appearance, and the fawning aristocratic children around him. The noble girls and young women who were entangled with him on the bed, after Alten broke through to the Grand Knight and he could never find the direction, they all started thinking.

His attitude changed and became cold and perfunctory. Borak couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly, feeling aggrieved and humiliated.

I must break through to become a knight, I must become the Duke of Plantagenet, and I must make those who abandon me and despise me regret it!

After understanding that there were serious flaws in the medicine within the family, Borak finally chose to go to the Antiphore black market to find magical magical items after a long struggle.

Under the leadership of Giz, the two quickly entered a seemingly ordinary villa with a huge basement. This was the largest underground black market in Antiphore.

Picking up one thing and then shaking his head to put it down, Borak became more and more disappointed.

Suddenly, he saw a gray-haired old man coming towards him.

"Young man, I saw your fate from the crystal ball. Do you want to know?" The old man wearing a black robe and looking extremely mysterious said with a smile.

Borak's pupils shrank suddenly and he looked at the crystal ball in the old man's hand. Can a magician appear in the black market openly?

"I don't believe that fate is predestined. Everything is a gift from the Lord." How could Borak trust such a magician who was directly found? There must be something fishy!

The old man in black robe didn't mind at all: "It doesn't matter, fate is always changeable. If you are really desperate, don't forget to come to me for divination."

After saying that, the old man in black robe left directly.

Borak shook his head and continued searching. This was the ninth time he came to the black market - he was a little paranoid and believed that nine was the best number. Once he passed this time, the possibility of finding magical assistance would increase.

Small.

Gradually, his disappointment increased, and his heart slowly sank.

Is there no hope of defeating Alten? Borak was so depressed that his whole body seemed to have lost its color, leaving only his back in black and white.

"Master Borak, didn't the astrologer just say that you can ask him for divination when you are desperate?" Of course Giz hopes that his big client will become the Duke of Plantagenet.

Borak gritted his teeth and remained silent for a long time, and finally made up his mind and walked to the place where the old man in black robe was sitting cross-legged: "Please help me divine."

The old man in black robe laughed and rubbed the crystal ball, making it very dark inside.

After a little bright light shone, the old man looked at Borak and said: "Your destiny is facing a huge turning point."

"What's the twist?" Borak asked nervously.

The old man spoke slowly: "I can only predict that the turning point will be in the remote villa left by your father, after darkness falls."

A remote villa? How did he know!

That remote villa was the private property left by Borak's father. Since it used to be a place where he kept his mistress, it had never been told to outsiders.

Borak paid two quintals and turned to leave. After taking a few steps, he subconsciously turned back and found that the place he had just been in had become empty!

There was no trace of the old man in black robes in the entire black market.

"Where have you gone?" Borak and Giz looked at each other, full of fear and expectation.

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When night fell, in the remote villa, Borak dismissed all the servants and frantically searched for a turning point, but found nothing.

"Where is the turning point, where is it..." Borak was sitting in the study room with blank eyes, talking to himself. It was almost late at night, and the silver moon was shining high.

Just when he was dying of despair, he suddenly saw a ray of silver moonlight shining on his father's remaining portrait.

Against the background of the silver moon, he could clearly see his father's right index finger pointing into the portrait. This was a very distorted gesture that was difficult to see.

internal?

internal!

Borak jumped up, took the oil painting out of the frame, groped carefully, and finally found a piece of parchment stuck behind the oil painting.

As soon as he saw this parchment, Borak "recalled" what his father once said to him when he was a child, "If you are in the most desperate time, come to this portrait to draw strength"!

Because it was so long ago and his memory was blurry, Borak could only "vaguely" remember such a thing, so he had no doubts anymore and excitedly opened the parchment full of the stale smell of time.

A folded white paper first fell out of the parchment. After unfolding it, Borak saw his father's familiar handwriting:

"Bolak, when you are most desperate, you can consider using this contract, but you must not sell your soul to the devil, and you must not rely on it."

Breathing became heavy, Borak's eyes moved to the parchment, which was written in the magic words of the ancient Sylvanus Empire:

"The devil's law: if you want to get something, you must pay the same price!"

"Are you willing to accept it?"

Borak bit his lip tightly, crinkling the parchment unconsciously with his hands. After a long time, he nodded heavily, leaving a blood mark.

A line of words that Bolak couldn't understand but understood the meaning slowly appeared under the parchment:

"Those who are willing to make a contract, please follow the following steps to summon the most powerful devil:"

"When midnight comes, light a white candle in front of a mirror, let your hair down, and peel an apple in front of it."

"If you keep peeling the apple and keeping the candle burning from beginning to end, you can successfully summon the devil!"

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