Rumble, rumble, rumble------The sound of the explosion is still echoing in the wilderness. But only the broken limbs of the dragon golem are left on the ground.
"No!" Elaine ran over and looked at the fragments in this place.
Miraculously, he found the head of a draconian golem on the ground.
He hurriedly held up the golem's head: "Brother... Mr. Boles! Answer me quickly! Are you okay?!"
There was no answer. Boles fell into complete silence.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Elaine...I'm sorry." Constantine was thrown out just now and was seriously injured when he landed. He struggled to crawl over to check Elaine's condition.
Elaine, however, just hugged her head and cried, completely ignoring Constantine's consolation.
When everyone was at a loss, Merlin walked up to Elaine and said, "It's okay. The head is still there. I will fix it after I go back. After a while, I will give you a head that is as good as new."
Boles. So, stop crying, okay?"
The dragon boy stopped crying a little and looked up at Merlin: "Really, really?"
"Really. I'm the Archmage. Do I need to lie to you about such a trivial matter?" Merlin replied in a low voice, "Leave his head to me for safekeeping first. Don't damage it."
"...Okay, okay." Elaine sobbed and handed over the golem head in her arms.
As if infected by the dragon boy, Merlin carefully took Boles' head, took off his magician's hat, and stuffed the golem's head into the hat.
Bors's head was stored in the Magic Hat's subspace storage area--although Merlin really wanted to smash the damn head to pieces.
Ivan came up gently and asked in a low voice: "Mage, this...could it be ------"
"Stolen." Merlin's face was as black as charcoal, and he was furious. He looked really scary: "Boles was captured by the slime mold just now, and he was already stolen."
The black box containing the [Master Key to the Wall of the World] in Bors's body has long been stolen by [Darkness] and replaced with a bomb!
The master key to the wall of the world fell into the hands of the enemy without any reason! Things instantly deteriorated to the point of no return!
"Oh, God. God bless us!" Ivan almost fainted. Even though he was still standing, his head was covered with stars and he was spinning around due to this huge blow.
The crowd was not much better, and a solemn atmosphere spread among the group of people, as if a group of naughty children had just gotten into a big disaster, and now they were all regretful and bowed their heads.
The old man's hoarse voice suddenly sounded, breaking the dead silence: "I don't understand, it's just a firewall key. Why are you so nervous?"
Tristan set his sights on the ten-thousand-year-old monster. When the fish-man prince saw the frightening number of wrinkles on the old man's body, he got goosebumps all over his body.
In order to get rid of that unpleasant feeling, he bravely complained to the old man: "Old man, what do you know? The key to the wall of the world is related to the survival of the world. If the key falls into the hands of the Huns, the wall of the world will be opened.
, the [darkness] on the other side of the wall is going to swallow us all up!"
"Well, of course I understand this little thing. It's you who don't understand." Count Demian chuckled, his smile was stiff and hoarse. If he hadn't waved the cane in his hand so energetically, everyone would have
I thought the old man was having an asthma attack.
"The Wall of the World...well, that's what you call it--although the key can open it, there is still a week of [isolation time] from the time the key is used until it takes effect.
During this period, the door-opening protocol can still be canceled ------if the [Level 2 Security Protocol] is used."
"Second-level security protocol?" Ivan came over and asked, as if he saw a light of hope in the darkness: "What is that? How can I activate it?"
The old man replied calmly: "It is in the main control room of [World Wall]. As long as you have the administrator rights of any [Link], you can activate the security protocol."
"Wait a minute!" Palamedes looked at his wife Vivian, "Does [bond] mean ------"
Vivian also asked: "Great-great-grandfather, is the ruins of our succubus homeland one of the [bonds]?"
"Ah, that? Of course." The old man continued to chuckle, "Have you obtained its administrator rights?"
Vivian nodded. She indeed has this authority.
"Then the matter will be easy to handle, as long as you go to the management office immediately------"
"Wait a minute." Tristan still questioned unconvincedly: "Old man, how can you know so much about the wall of the world? What on earth do you------"
"I have participated in the reconstruction of that [wall]." The old man smiled smugly, bragging about his greatness: "I'm afraid no one in the world knows more about that wall than me -----
-Because everyone else who knows about this is dead of old age, oh ho ho ho ho!"
(What a scary old monster!)
Everyone looked at Vivian as if asking for help, as if they wanted to rely on her answer to determine the authenticity.
"This is probably true." Vivian sighed and explained reluctantly: "He is my great-great-grandfather, Count Demian D. Cornwell, who existed two hundred thousand years ago.
people."
"You are indeed a clan of old monsters!" Tristan blurted out involuntarily (seeking death)!
The next second, he was slapped away by Vivian's giant palm made of hair.
At the same time, in the wilderness outside the [Link] base.
A woman fell from the sky with a sinister sneer on her lips: "The information Morgose gave is indeed true."
The dark creatures around them all ran away and fell to the ground, kneeling down to pay respects to this woman as if they were worshiping a queen!
The group of dark slime mold (originally a dark golden dragon) also slowly moved in front of the woman, twitching, and it took a while before it transformed into the outline of a person.
It pulled out a piece of fox skin from its body, put it on, and used the skin to further shape its body, and finally turned into a "fox man" --- the leader of the Leonard clan who had been dead for a long time.
The leader of the fox tribe took out a ball stained with black mucus from his arms, walked up to the woman, and knelt down respectfully to offer the treasure.
The woman stretched out her hand and used magic to make the sphere float in the air.
"Her Majesty Queen Morgan." Other succubi also descended from the sky and came to the woman. There were twelve of them in total, all wearing pure black witch robes.
"There is still some preparation work before dismantling the [wall]." The woman put away the sphere and sneered, "You all go out and hold Arthur back at all costs."
"I obey, Your Majesty the Queen." The twelve witches bowed and turned into clouds of black energy, flying out.