After a few days of repairs, Weston set off again.
After activating a magic circle again, a looming magic circle appeared in Weston's field of vision. The position of this magic circle was not fixed somewhere like other magic circles, but was suspended in the air.
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The shape of the magic circle is a bit strange. It is a triangle instead of an ordinary circle. It looks very unique.
Sure enough, it was this, the Triangular Teleportation Array! Weston recognized this magic array at a glance. It was one of the few magic arrays recorded in the Book of Abraham.
Most of the records in the "Book of Abraham" are related to alchemy. Only a few magics are recorded as magic, and this triangle teleportation array is one of them.
The triangular teleportation array, as the name suggests, is used for teleportation. However, this magic circle is somewhat special. Only the activator can see and use it. Others, even the organizers, cannot use it as long as they do not activate the triangular teleportation array.
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After thinking about it, Weston still told Dracula to wait for him where he was, and then he broke into the formation alone and activated the triangle teleportation array.
As soon as the light flashed before his eyes, Weston found himself in a completely unfamiliar place.
This is a large hall, the style is a bit like the temple in Jerusalem, but it is many times larger than that. The murals on the walls still record some things about Solomon, but they are different from those in the temple.
The murals here are real, not an illusion left by memory magic.
Weston took a quick look and found that the contents in the murals were somewhat different from those in the Jerusalem Temple, so he drew the true life of Solomon.
It seems that this should be the real ruins of Solomon. Weston looked around, looking thoughtful.
"Huh? Where did this kid come from?" A voice suddenly sounded in the hall.
"Who?" Weston was startled, holding the wand in his hand and looking around him warily.
"I'm right in front of you, can't you see it?" There was a hint of ridicule in the voice.
What a pretentious guy! A sharp look flashed in Weston's eyes, he felt it carefully, and his eyes fell directly on the pillar on the right side of the center seat in the hall.
"It seems you have found me?" the voice sounded again.
"Who are you?" Weston asked coldly.
"Being able to come here means that your intelligence should be pretty good. So, why not take a guess?" There was a hint of smile in the voice.
Guess? Weston glanced around, pondered for a while, then looked at the pillar with burning eyes, and sneered: "Originally, I thought it was some kind of magic portrait, but it seems I was wrong!"
"Although I didn't count them carefully, but after a rough look, it's obvious that there are at least dozens of these pillars. I think these should be the pillars used by Solomon to seal the demon god, right? The number should be seventy-two.
Right?"
The voice did not answer, as if waiting for Weston to continue.
"Since you are one of the seventy-two pillars, it is not difficult to guess!" Weston said confidently, "The seventy-two pillars are divided into the right wing and the left wing. Your position is on the chair.
If you are on the right, then I can make a bold guess that you are the devil on the right."
"The one at the front of the right wing is naturally the leader of the demon gods on the right wing, one of the upper four pillars of the seventy-two pillars, the demon god of thunder, Baal, who is known as the first demon god. Am I right?"
"As expected, he is indeed a wizard who can come here!" The voice sighed with emotion, and admitted happily, "Yes, I am Baal."
As he spoke, several electric sparks flashed outside the pillar, slowly forming a human shape, gradually turning into a man holding a giant hammer and wearing a crown with two horns.
This is exactly what Baal looks like.
"Boy, you should be a descendant of Solomon!" Barr casually released the hammer. The moment the hammer hit the ground, it turned into a chair. Barr sat directly on it and said lazily.
"I'm sorry, you guessed wrong!" Weston shook his head, "I'm just an ordinary wizard and have nothing to do with Solomon."
"Ordinary wizard?" Barr seemed to have heard something funny, "A wizard who can give me a sense of threat, you say you are an ordinary wizard?"
"It's just that the strength is stronger. Is there any problem?" Weston asked casually.
"Hmph, you dishonest boy!" Barr snorted coldly and said slowly, "Forget it, no matter what you look like, it has nothing to do with me. You can tell me your reason for coming!"
"Why are you here?" Weston thought for a while, "Does it count to come over for a stroll?"
Come here for a stroll? Do you think this is a street? Barr glanced at Weston angrily, and his face became gloomy: "It's better not to make excuses. You'd better be more direct!"
"I am indeed here for a stroll!" Weston smiled slightly, "Of course, I don't mind if there are some unexpected gains!"
"To put it bluntly, it's just for power!" Barr said disdainfully, "You humans are always like this, greedy and selfish!"
"Oh?" Weston asked seemingly curiously, "Don't you think so?"
"How can a mere wizard compare with us!" Barr glanced at Weston with disdain, "Although I admit that your strength is indeed quite good, but..."
Barr's words suddenly stopped, his eyes were fixed on Weston's wand, and his expression instantly became serious.
"Boy, where did you get this wand?" Barr asked seriously, with a look of excitement in his eyes.
"I bought it, what's wrong?" Weston said very naturally.
"Presumptuous! You are simply seeking death!" Barr was furious, "He actually blasphemed His Highness Belial like this. Who did this?"
"You know?" Weston raised an eyebrow, "Solomon even told you this?"
"Solomon? Huh!" Barr said dissatisfiedly, "How could that guy tell us with all his conspiracies in his head? This is His Highness Belial's, how come we don't recognize it? Do we still need him to tell us?"
That's right, it seems that Count Dracula has said before that the seventy-two pillars of demons are all from the Legion of Hell, so it is not surprising that he knows Belial.
"No!" Barr shouted again, staring at Weston, "You can actually use this wand?"
"Is something wrong?" Weston asked.
"How can anyone use His Highness Belial's things at will?" Barr stared at Weston and said, "Unless you have His Highness Belial's approval! Have you met His Highness Belial?"
"No!" Weston smiled helplessly, "But I don't know when we will see you! It should be soon!"
"How is that possible?" Barr scratched the horns on his crown, looking distressed.
Seeing this, Weston shook his head and sighed: "Maybe it's because of this!"
As he spoke, he filled his body with magic power, and the two teams of dark wings behind him suddenly stretched out...