Chapter 390 Finx (first more soliciting recommendation votes)
Phinx, the first in the history of the Sphinx to be subdued by all tribes, ushered in the legendary powerhouse of the Sphinx's golden age.
Although there were many more powerful characters than it in the era when it was active, it was indeed an undoubted legend, an existence that Lucian was far from able to compete with now, and it was "resurrected" after 10,000 years of "death".
Escape, this is the first thought that flashed through Lucian's mind!
This is also the only thought that high-level magicians have when facing a legend!
Just took two steps, Lucian's thoughts rolled, and he used all his will to overcome his subconscious reaction, and abruptly stopped the urge to escape.
Flee? Where to escape?
Breaking out directly would definitely alarm the ninth-level divine priest, and he could easily defeat himself.
Sneak out? Is it too late in time, can it leave the mausoleum before Finx is completely "resurrected", and leave the range that its will can cover?
Find a nearby Necromancer Gap to hide? No, there is a projection of the mausoleum inside, the reason why Finx can be resurrected must exist inside, that is the most dangerous direction now!
Use the space given by the teacher to jump back to the scroll? Although this declares the failure of the mission, and the magic circle of the palace and the rolling black gas are vaguely related to the space, the jump is likely to be disturbed and unexpected changes will occur, but it is currently the only feasible escape method!
Without hesitating for a few seconds, Lucian took out the scroll and was about to stir up.
"I...... Sleep...... Ten thousand...... year, and ...... Quilt...... Confinement...... At...... Here...... You...... Dare...... Alarming ...... I...... You...... This is ...... Seek ...... for yourself Dead End ......" The voice of Finks, the king of the Sphinx, was full of evil shriveled smell, as if a piece of decaying wood was slowly breaking.
Wait a moment, Lucian suddenly noticed a certain word.
"Confinement"!
Is Phinks imprisoned here?
Its slumber and its resurrection are things that it cannot intervene with?
In this case, a imprisoned legend no longer seems to be so powerful that it is invulnerable, and there is still a glimmer of hope!
Lucian's hidden adventure factor in his bones made his heart beat more and more slowly, and he held the scroll in his left hand, calmly sensing the resurgence of the extreme evil power.
It's too slow! The speed of power recovery is too slow! It was not a "normal resurrection", although the growth of the evil aura was firm, it was extremely slow!
This kind of "resurrection" that has been arranged for tens of thousands of years cannot be affected by simple rituals and pressures!
"At least thirty seconds before we can reach the level of legendary breath." Lucian didn't seem to be in danger at all, he judged very indifferently, then chanted the spell, superimposed "Brute Strength Technique" on himself, and after buffering, he released the "Ox Brute Force", and finally took out a tube of "Fire Giant's Double Fists" potion to take it for insurance.
Because this outing was more dangerous, Lucian exchanged a lot of materials for arranging magic circles and various useful potions, and squandered the extra arcane points he got after mortgaging the annuity income to his teacher Fernando, but who knew that just entering the Night Plateau, he used up a large number of materials to trap Count Vlad.
This made Lucian have to sigh that this is a war of money, of course, compared to what was obtained from the Rhine Treasure Vault, the value of materials and potions was much less.
The blood seemed to turn into scorching magma and flowed violently in the veins, and Lucian's restrained and well-proportioned arms suddenly bulged up strong muscles, and there were faint beating flames inside.
"Twenty-one seconds left...... The expanding power made Lucian feel uncontrollable, and his body became extremely bulky, but he could no longer take other potions that enhanced agility, balance and reflexes, so he could only use the second-ring magic "Cat's Grace" again, making himself a little lighter - a high-level potion like "Fire Giant's Double Fists", without the body of a great knight, it cannot be taken twice in a row, and the powerful magical power contained in it will bring devastating impact to the body.
"Nineteen seconds, eighteen seconds......
Lucian held the scroll in his mouth, took out an ordinary standard long sword from the storage bag, and held the hilt of the sword tightly in both hands.
A warm feeling fed back from the wooden gauntlet, causing Lucian's little fear, helplessness, and worry to dissipate, leaving only a firm self-will.
"Bold...... Of...... Mortal ...... I...... Want...... Let you ...... Become...... I...... Timeless...... Of...... Slave...... Regardless...... Alive...... Or ...... Death ...... Finks' emotional anger becomes more pronounced, and his confidence in his own strength and the joy of "resurrection" are clearly expressed in the sharp cacophony of fine frosted glass.
However, it still showed no signs of leaving the Golden Coffin and attacking Lucian.
This aligns well with Lucian's speculation that it is being "imprisoned"!
I just don't know if it will be able to break free when it returns to the legendary level.
"Fifteen seconds, fourteen seconds...... You have to set aside five seconds to trigger the scroll as a last choice."
Lucian sensed the slow recovery of the evil aura, counted the passage of time, and walked to the golden coffin again with still heavy steps.
"I...... Already...... From...... Sleep...... Middle...... Recovery ...... Come back...... Finks' voice became louder and louder, stirring up bursts of echoes and surging black energy, showing signs of spreading beyond the "Saint's Gate".
"Twelve seconds, eleven seconds...... At this time, it seems more emotional to say 'I'mback' directly, and it has the demeanor of a legendary powerhouse......" Even in an unusually calm state, Lucian's heart is full of all kinds of strange thoughts, but he will not let them affect his judgment and actions.
On the golden coffin, the lid was pushed to the side, a layer of ink-rich black gas covered "Finx's body", Lucian raised "Pale Justice" and slashed it with all his strength.
There was no bright light, no amazing momentum, and the ordinary sword body slashed fiercely on the rich black gas with a slightly flickering metallic luster.
An indescribable gentle and firm color flashed by, and the black gas was like ice and snow meeting the sun, quickly melting and separating, revealing the sphinx mummy lying inside.
It was a tall figure with two or three sphinxes, wearing a golden crown inlaid with sun and moonstone on its head, with pure white bandages wrapped around its face and body, revealing only a pair of narrow and long eyes, which shone with a strange and cold light.
"I...... From...... Dead...... Return to ......"
Before the mouth opened, there was a rumbling and evil voice, but before he finished speaking, "Pale Justice" slashed straight into its face!
"Pale Justice" suddenly burst out with a powerful momentum, firm and persistent, fair order, never going back, never backing down!
「…… Come...... Ah!"
Finx let out a shrill scream, and under the long sword of "ordinary luster", the pure white bandages cracked, revealing the rotten and pale muscles below, and the brownish-yellow sphinx fluff had turned into black filaments.
"Ah!"
The rotten and pale muscles were cut open, and a thick fishy yellow liquid flowed out, quickly evaporating under the sword body without dazzling brilliance.
"Ah!"
In the third scream, countless tiny black beetles gushed out of 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 made Lucian, who was holding a long sword, step back three steps, and his body was even harder than the seven element alloys of the Magic Council, which was the hardest layer of magic defense! Is this a legendary level body?
Black beetles fell like rain, and Finks' body lit up with black, white and gray colors, filling the golden coffin again.
The golden lid closed again under the inexplicable force.
Everything became calm, the turbulent black air slowly rose and fell, and Finks, who had just "returned of the king", was silent again.
"Pale Justice" is the equivalent of a legendary weapon when facing demons, demons, and the undead!
Lucian supported his body with pale justice, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength with just one sword, but he finally knocked the "resurrected" Finks back to the world of the dead.
Only strength and attack, without agility and balance, Lucian did not intend to really fight with a legend at all, and being able to kill Finx was all due to its imprisonment in the golden coffin, after all, the omnipresent attribute of "Pale Justice" must be within the range of its sword body to be effective.
Therefore, seeing that Finx calmed down, Lucian stopped trying to push the golden coffin away and fight it happily.
"Who imprisoned Finks? Why imprison it? Why is there still talk of resurrection?"
Countless questions emerged in Lucian's mind, but now was not the time to get to the bottom of it, and he had to hurry up and leave.
Just as he was about to turn around, he remembered Finks' rhetoric of "returning from his slumber" just now, Lucian had a bad taste and bowed slightly:
"Please continue to sleep."
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The pressure of Prince Dracula's gaze made the high priest kneeling and praying outside the Gate of the Saints to lie on 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 relieved the pressure, he immediately felt the gate of the saint, and the black qi had a strange change, as if he was hugging something, and as if he was cheering something.
"What happened?" The high priest raised his head, suddenly felt something, looked back at another corridor, and saw a skinny sphinx wearing a golden crown and countless black feathers stuck in the back of his head flying at great speed.
"Your Excellency Herotos." The high priest bowed his head in panic.
This is the divine priest, the ninth-level powerhouse Herotos.
The fluff on Herotos' face had turned slightly white, and he said solemnly: "A terrifying legendary powerhouse passed by just now, and I am worried that the sleep of the 'Great King' will be affected."
Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he looked at Askar, who was still standing upright by the door, and he was in stark contrast to Yink, who was slumped on the ground next to him.
"It's a phantom, someone has sneaked into the gate of the saint!" Under the huge rank gap, Herotos recognized it as a phantom at a glance.
The high priest was shocked and dazed to cast a talent spell, his eyes flashed with faint starlight, and he finally saw that Askar not far away was a near-real phantom!
"Someone sneaked into the gate of the saint!" He blurted out.
(End of this chapter)