Chapter 389 Terrifying Pressure (Ask for Recommendation Votes)
Thick black gas surged from the hall filled with burial coffins, from every place in the mausoleum, and rolled towards the "Saint's Gate" located on the top of the tower like countless monsters with teeth and claws.
The "tomb keepers" from all directions worshipped in the direction of the spire, and they were usually fierce and reckless at this time, like little sheep, clinging to the ground, not daring to say a word.
The black energy engulfed them, and a little bit of sunlight shone on their bodies, blocking the terrifying power of death.
In the mausoleum, the terrifying corpses hanging on the wall moved one after another, letting out a fierce roar.
In the strange hall, the lid of a black coffin was suddenly lifted, and a densely bandaged hand was stretched out.
The white bandage took on a disgusting yellowish-brown color under the erosion of corpse oil and the decay of time, and the unconscious evil voices echoed the roar around it, and the mausoleum suddenly became extremely terrifying.
"Lucian" and Ink raised their halberds, aimed vertically at the black air, and split them like waves to let them pass around them and pour into the gate of the Saint.
The black qi came and went quickly, and after just ten seconds, they disappeared without a trace, and only an ethereal echo of the evil and ferocious roar remained.
Seeing that the "Saint's Gate" had returned to normal, Inke subconsciously sighed to "Aska" next to him: "It's finally over."
"I don't talk to lowly scorpions." "Aska" replied coldly.
"You!" Inke turned his head angrily, his vicious gaze as if he wanted to eat "Askar" alive, although everything he ate was alive.
"Aska" snorted coldly and stopped answering.
Inke was furious, but he didn't dare to fight in front of the high priest, so he could only keep his mouth closed and look forward aggrievedly, never wanting to talk to the hateful Askar anymore!
The high priest noticed the movement here, but didn't take it too seriously, because he knew very well the source of the conflict between the two, as long as he didn't violate the law, he didn't need to worry about such trivial matters.
So the high priest bowed his head and continued his "prayer" to seek an increase in strength.
The five-ring illusion "Resident Phantom" can create a near-substantial phantom with sound, body temperature, smell, and movement, and can also set conditions in advance so that the phantom can make basic responses to simple situations, such as raising the halberd when black gas comes in, such as when Inke tries to talk, first answer "Don't talk to the lowly scorpion", and then snort coldly and silently, such as when the high priest comes over, bow his head and say hello.
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Behind the gate of the saint, black energy surged, but it was silent, full of eerie silence.
A stream of swirling gas converged, condensing Lucian's figure, he had changed back to his original appearance, and the black hood covered his face.
"It really feels like the necromancer." Lucian looked around and found that a little bit of gray was permeated with black air, making this place as quiet as a solid.
This is a circular palace, surrounded by sunflower patterns, and the ground of an unknown material is carved with golden rays like the sun's rays, extending to the half-height altar in the center along a gradually rising trend.
In the center of the altar is a gold-carved coffin, which is inlaid with many silver moon patterns made of silver-white special materials.
As the entire hall was filled with tumbling black energy, bringing out strong death fluctuations and shielding from prying eyes from the outside world, Lucian no longer worried about being discovered when he cast his magic, and superimposed one defense after another on himself.
However, Lucian still did not dare to take out the "Crown of the Sun", a divine item that has a lot to do with the necromancer, lest it cause crazy changes like a drop of blood in the sea where sharks often swim, thus attracting the priests.
After confirming that the layout of the palace's magic circle was the same as Rhine described, Lucian approached the altar along a strange route in the black air.
The further you go, the colder it becomes, the more the force of death is almost substantial, and after the silence, the colors begin to fade away, like an oil painting washed with water.
It took Lucian more than ten minutes to walk a short distance, and it was very difficult to walk from the misty black air to the front of the altar and step on the steps made of gold.
"Without Mr. Rhine's experience, everything would not be so easy, and it would take many days just to analyze the layout of the magic circle of this death palace." Lucian stood in front of the golden coffin and sighed inwardly.
Without delay, Lucian took out the "Sphinx Statue" from the storage bag and gently placed it in a recessed position above the coffin lid.
They fit together tightly, as if the statue was supposed to be here!
Taking a step back, Lucian chanted a spell, and a trace of blood suddenly flowed out from the sphinx statue, weird and terrifying.
Blood flowed into the coffin, and the black gas suddenly rolled and contracted like life, and the inlaid silver moon shimmered, and then dimmed.
The magic ritual was completed so easily? Although Lucian had heard Rhine describe the general situation, he was still quite surprised that it was so simple, and he wanted to study the arrangement of this magical ritual carefully, but he didn't dare to waste time here, who knew when the priest would come to worship the "Great King".
Turning around, Lucian 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?" Lucian has moonlight blood and is very sensitive to vampires themselves, and this terrifying aura is not hidden at all, without scruples, extremely arrogant.
The black qi was like a bullied puppy, whimpering and curled up.
Outside the Finx Mausoleum, the sky that had been lit up was darker than the night at this time, and the rising sun disappeared into the sky.
Lucian sensed that there was a substantial inexplicable gaze sweeping from left to right one by one, sweeping towards him.
The indescribable pressure, the unimaginable force, made Lucian's forehead sweat slightly.
"Gaze" paused briefly on the Ice Medal and Holm Crown Ring, then quietly left and continued on.
It was as if the darkness that had enveloped the entire sky had disappeared, and the orange-red sun had reappeared.
"This is Prince Dracula who stands on the same level as Speaker Douglas and His Excellency Brooke? How powerful it is?" Only then did Lucian clearly realize that the kind old man he had seen in the study of the storm lord and his atomic research institute actually hid such terrifying strength!
Before the darkness completely disappeared, a sound suddenly came from behind Lucian.
It turned out to be the sound of the coffin lid being pushed open!
"Yes...... Who...... Disturbing ...... Finish...... I...... Of...... Sleep?" Slow, dry, and without any fluctuations, the sound sounded inside the coffin.
Lucian immediately felt that an extremely evil force was slowly recovering!
"I...... Sleep...... Ten thousand...... year, and ...... Quilt...... Confinement...... At...... Here...... I...... Want...... You...... Suffer...... Mine...... Angry ......" The voice gradually changed, bringing a little emotional ups and downs.
Prince Dracula's pressure actually caused this Sphinx, who had been dead for "10,000 years", to be resurrected from the necromancy and returned?
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