Chapter 391 The Devil's Contract (The second largest chapter asks for recommendations and asks for a monthly pass)
The priest of the gods, Khrotos, opened his mouth and let out an angry lion's roar, while pointing the golden scepter in his hand at the "Gate of the Holy".
The golden lines on the gray stone texture quickly stood out, forming the appearance of a strange beetle.
Suddenly, the light of the "Holy Gate" burst out, like a small sun, piercing the high priest's eyes with tears, and his eyes were pitch black, and he was temporarily blinded.
In this dazzling light, the Saint's Gate slowly opened backwards, the rolling black qi was suppressed, and the "waves" quickly subsided.
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The movement of the Holy Gate, which was about to vaporize its form, was Lucian alert, but did the priest of the gods discover something was wrong in the palace? Or did you come to check it simply because of Prince Dracula's oppression?
No matter what the reason was, Lucian had no doubt that the priest of the divine favor could see through the permanent phantom he left behind at a glance, and his existence was no longer a secret!
Activate the nine-level scroll jump? Lucian held the pale justice in one hand and the hair-triggering scroll given by his teacher Fernando in the other.
When his brain was running rapidly to make a decision, Lucian's gaze subconsciously wandered around the palace, and suddenly saw the golden coffin of the Sphinx King Finks, and his heart suddenly moved.
It seems that there is no need to waste this precious scroll?
The gate of the saint slowly opened, and a dazzling light shone in.
Lucian's left hand holding the ninth-level scroll took out something from the storage bag again, with a cross engraved in the middle and painted with sunlight around it, which was the talisman "Crown of the Sun" left by Maskelin!
Now that Finks has reappeared and fallen into a deep sleep, hiding in the gaps in the necromancer world no longer seems to be so dangerous!
The warmth and softness of the "divine magic" waves illuminated by the warm sun spread throughout Lucian's body, and the coldness in the Finks Palace rolled to the side like avoiding a snake and scorpion, and the rich aura of the necromancer world came from the direction of the "golden coffin".
A light black gap stood curvingly above the coffin, like a sharp sword hanging above Finks' head.
Lucian took the pale justice, the crown of the sun, and the jumping scroll, dragging heavy steps and rushing into the gap two or three steps away.
The gate of the Holy One was completely open, the black energy was completely calm, and the divine priest Herotos holding the golden scepter walked in, and the spirit completely enveloped the entire hall, but it was empty!
"Damn blasphemer!" Herotos roared terrifyingly, causing the mausoleum to tremble slightly, causing the sphinxes in the camp outside to crawl to the ground again.
Although he was empty, he did feel the aura of a stranger, so he subconsciously thought that the infiltrator had fled, which is why he was so angry.
Holding the golden scepter high, Herotos let out an eerie roar, one eye shining like the sun, and the other as bright as a silver moon.
In these strange eyes, scenes began to emerge, including a mysterious man wearing a hood walking through the black air, a vague scene of him raising his long sword and slashing fiercely at the golden coffin, and a strange event in which he finally threw forward and the space began to distort.
Nine Rings Spell, Back Vision!
Although it was interfered with by many external forces, it was impossible to get rich details, and the picture was blurry and jumping, which was very simple, but it did not prevent Herotos from recognizing the damn man who blasphemed the corpse of his ancestors and the main purpose of his entry.
He actually wanted to prevent the great king Phinks from coming back to life!
"Your Excellency Herotos, where is the infiltrator who should be torn apart?" The high priest plucked up the courage to ask.
"Has escaped, he seems to be equipped with a high-level scroll or item that has space to jump." Herotos' voice was cold as if blowing from the silent hell, "He wants to destroy the body of the great Sphinx King and prevent his future resurrection."
The high priest said in horror: "What?"
"How could the power of the 'Great King' be imagined by a little bug like him?" Herotos looked straight at the golden coffin, "I can still feel the 'Great King' watching over us and feel his majestic and vast power."
After saying that, Herotos raised his scepter and began to prophesy and pursue with the help of the remaining breath and palace decoration.
As the sun flickered, Herotos' golden scepter suddenly dimmed, and he said in horror: "He is not above this world? No, I can vaguely feel it, but it's so vague that I can hardly capture the trajectory!"
The world he spoke of refers to the main material world plus all known xenoplane spaces.
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After jumping through the thick curtain of the gaps in the necromancer world, Lucian felt the familiar solidification without the slightest anger, and only the black, white, and gray of dead silence remained in the brilliant world.
This is a mausoleum palace without other colors, and its shape is roughly the same as that of the outside world, as if it is the residence of Phinx.
But on the gray "golden" coffin were tied reddish-brown lines like spider silk, which extended to every node of the magic circle in the palace.
The reddish-brown color was very dull, but compared to the surrounding pale black and gray, it was so vivid that Lucian could not ignore it at all, and there was a blood-stained rust-colored ball of light floating above the gray coffin, it beat like a heart, and the color was equally bright, giving Lucian a very strange feeling.
Closing his eyes, Lucian found that there was no ball of light in his mental force field! And when my eyes look at it, it is so erratic, as if it does not exist here, cannot be touched, cannot be discovered, cannot be truly approached!
There seemed to be a lot of things hidden in this ball of light.
"What is this ball of light? Those lines seem to be drawing the power of Finks?" Lucian thought curiously and stunnedly, trying very hard to resist his urge to conduct research here, who knows if the priests of the divine favor will find the cracks in the necromancer world, who knows if the crown of the sun will attract the attention of the high-ranking officials of the necromancer, who knows if there will be high-level undead here to inspect, they must leave immediately!
In order not to cause Finks to revive and destroy Rhine's arrangement, Lucian gave up the idea of collecting a reddish-brown line and the idea of using magic to stimulate the rust-colored ball of light at close range.
There are definitely no level eight or nine undead creatures here, because both the priests of the gods and the high priests at the top can establish their own mausoleums!
Outside the gate, there were also two Sphinxes, but they were "underworld guards" with gray bandages all over their bodies.
Their four long legs spread out, let out a silent scream, and attacked Lucian coldly and rigidly.
Lucian calmly touched the Crown of the Sun amulet that had been worn on his chest, and a divine and majestic aura immediately spread out in waves towards the surroundings.
Affected by this invisible warm light, the two "Underworld Guards" froze in place, and then turned into countless rotten dusts as if they had been washed away by tens of thousands of years.
Sixth-level divine technique, immortal return!
Lucian kicked his feet and rushed towards the bottom of the solidified mausoleum, and the aura of immortality around him surged like waves.
Sensing the change near the gate of the saint, sensing the light that was incompatible with his own breath, the mausoleum suddenly boiled.
In the black, white and gray frozen picture, the guards of the underworld held halberds, and the dense black beetles covering the walls and aisles surged towards Lucian.
Two completely different "waves" collided violently, the mausoleum swayed slightly, and then, the invisible light passed through the solidified black and gray mixed waves.
The waves of light passed, and the gray-white guards of the underworld collapsed one after another, turning into bursts of dust, and the black beetles came out with a burst of smoke, completely dying silently.
Along the spacious passage that had been purified, Lucian hurriedly passed through the gray corridors, on the verge of the exit of the mausoleum.
Suddenly, a tall underworld guard with eyes flashing with pale light, holding a giant sword and carrying a halo of death, pounced on Lucian from the corner.
Lucian did not dodge, and when it slashed itself with its two-handed giant sword, and the layers of defense were split, it inspired the Crown of the Sun.
A majestic and sacred huge pillar of light fell inexplicably, completely enveloping the underworld guards who dragged out the afterimage to hide, a little bit of black emerged and evaporated quickly,
When the pillar of light disappeared, only a deep pit was left in place, and the bottom and surroundings inside were all traces of remnants of vaporization.
Level eight divine technique, Yang Yan exploded!
Seizing the opportunity, Lucian ran out of the mausoleum and saw the forever gray sky of the necromancer world and the messy desert around him.
"The hidden magic circle and reddish-brown lines seem to be drawing the power of Finks, and Mr. Rhine's arrangement is also very similar to stealing this power for his own use."
"Who arranged it in the first place?"
After a quick scan, with his fairly profound knowledge of magic circles, Lucian probably judged a possibility, "But what is that rust-colored ball of light?"
For some reason, this ball of light always lingered in Lucian's mind.
Not daring to delay, choosing the bloodline of one of the most common undead in the necromancer, Lucian inspired the shapeshifting mask and began to look for another exit from the necromancer.
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Gusta Empire, Marienburg Province, in the castle of Viscount Nur.
Viscount Noor closed the door, opened the defensive trap, and walked into the secret room of his study.
In the secret room, beautiful women of different ages were lying there quietly, their faces rosy, as if they were asleep.
Viscount Noor looked at them enthusiastically, as if admiring the works of art, and then stretched out his right hand and stroked 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, and that intelligent women will always betray, be careful, and be unreasonable, and only corpses are perfect! The cold touch and loose muscles are art that they cannot imagine in their lifetime." Viscount Nuer's eyes were burning and muttered to himself.
After he was transformed into a vampire by a vampire countess, he gradually developed a disgusting hobby - necrophilia, or a love for corpses that could not think or move, so he was strongly despised by other vampires and had to use his inherited identity to hide in human society and enjoy his life.
Suddenly, he noticed an unattainable fluctuation, and then he was horrified to find that his whole body was stiff, and he could only see a mysterious man wearing a black robe at the door through the dressing mirror opposite.
"You...... Want...... Do...... What?" The stiff throat can only be eaten with one word.
Noor was very frightened, understanding that he was immobilized by the necromancer of the three rings, and the effect was so good, he must be a high-level magician!
Lucian said in disgust: "It was just to borrow some blood and let you sleep for a while, but now it seems that it can only be said that it is ......"
"I will lend you a head."
After leaving the necromancer through another gap, Lucian used Rhein's guidance to find vampires who lived in isolation or mixed in human society, because while Prince Dracula was tracking down Rhine's whereabouts, it was the best choice to turn into other vampires and return to the Night Plateau to jump.
"No!" Noor screamed in horror, but his stiff throat could only drag out a long, slow and ridiculous trill.
A burst of invisible light drowned out Noor and the corpses behind him.
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Antifle, the Holy Helz Empire, the most magnificent city in the world.
Standing in the corner, looking at the tall city walls built in ancient times to guard against the invasion of giants, Borak van Anjou, a direct member of the Plantagenet family, had dark eyes and a low face, as if he was hiding a heavy thought.
"Master Borak, let's go." At some point, an inconspicuous thin man in black came over next to him.
Borac 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 live a long time." Gizzy smiled and looked at the big "customer" in front of him who was depressed and anxious.
As one of the oldest wealthy families in the Holy Helz Empire, the Plantagenet family is still a powerful aristocratic class with two golden knights, controlling a "Plantagenet Knights" of its own. Due to the early death of the old duke's only son as the first heir to the throne, Borak, who had a good bloodline, became a strong contender for the heir, but unfortunately he was unable to stimulate the power of the bloodline for a long time, and was taken by another heir, the third-level great knight Alten.
Thinking of Alten's arrogant appearance, thinking of the flattering aristocratic children around him, and the noble girls and young women who lingered between the beds, after Alten broke through to the great knight and could not find his way, they changed their attitudes and became cold and perfunctory.
I must break through to the knight, I must become the Duke of Plantagenet, and I must make those who abandon me and despise me regret!
Knowing that the family's internal potions were seriously flawed, Borlack finally chose to go to the Antifleur Black Market to find magical magic items to assist.
Under the leadership of, the two quickly enter a seemingly ordinary villa with a spacious basement, which is Antifleur's largest underground black market.
Picking up something and shaking his head to put it down, Pollack became more and more disappointed.
Suddenly, he saw a gray-haired old man walking towards him.
"Young man, I saw your fate from the crystal ball, do you want to know?" The old man, who was wearing a black robe and looked extremely mysterious, smiled slightly.
Borak's pupils contracted suddenly, looking at the crystal ball in the old man's hand, can a magician appear on 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 direct magician, there must be something strange!
The old man in the black robe didn't mind: "It doesn't matter, fate is changeable, if you are really desperate, don't forget to come to me for divination."
After saying that, the black-robed old man left directly.
Borak shook his head and continued to search, this was his ninth time on the black market - a little paranoid he thought nine was the best number, and once this time, the possibility of finding magical magic assistance would become smaller and smaller.
Gradually, his disappointment increased, and his heart slowly sank.
Isn't there any hope of defeating Alten? Pollack was so frustrated that his whole body faded from color, leaving only his black, white and gray back.
"Master Boraq, didn't the astrologer just now say that when you are desperate, you can ask him for divination?" certainly wants his big client to be the Duke of Plantagenet.
Borak gritted his teeth and was silent for a long time, and finally made up his mind to walk to the position where the black-robed old man was sitting: "Please help me tell a divination."
The black-robed old man laughed and rubbed the crystal ball, making it very dark inside.
After a little bit of bright light shining, the old man looked at Borak and said, "Your fate is facing a great turning point."
"What turn?" Borlack asked nervously.
The old man slowly spoke: "I can only divine that the turning point is in the remote villa left by your father, after darkness falls."
A remote villa? How does he know!
The remote villa was the private property left by Bolak's father, and since it was a place to take care of mistresses in the past, it was never told to outsiders.
Borak paid two Kintales and turned to leave, just took a few steps, subconsciously turned around, and found that the position just now had become empty!
In the entire black market, there was no trace of the old man in the black robe.
"Where did you go?" Borak and looked at each other, full of fear and expectation.
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As night fell, in a remote villa, Pollack dismissed all his servants and frantically searched for a turning point, but to no avail.
"Where is the turning point, where is it......" Pollack sat in the study and muttered to himself, it was almost late at night, and the silver moon was shining.
Just when he was desperate, he suddenly saw a silver moonlight shining on his father's portrait.
Under the background of Yinyue, he clearly saw his father's right index finger pointing to the inside of the portrait, which was not easy to see but was very distorted.
Interior?
Interior!
Borak jumped up, took the oil painting out of the frame, groped carefully, and finally found a piece of parchment paper sandwiched behind the oil painting.
As soon as he saw the parchment, Borlack "recalled" what his father had said to him when he was a child, "If you are in the most desperate time, come to this portrait to draw strength"!
Because the age is too long and the memory is vague, Borak can only "vaguely" remember such a thing, so he no longer doubts and excitedly opened the parchment full of the old taste of time.
A folded white paper fell out of the parchment, and after unfolding, Bollack saw his father's familiar handwriting:
"Borak, 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."
His breath became heavy, and Bolak's gaze shifted to the parchment, which read, in magical text from the ancient Sylvanas Empire:
"The Devil's Law: If you want something, you must pay the same price!"
"Are you willing to accept it?"
Borlack bit his lip tightly, and his hands unconsciously wrinkled the parchment, and after a long time, he nodded deeply, leaving a blood mark.
A line of text that Borac couldn't understand but understood slowly appeared under the parchment:
"Those who are willing to make a covenant, follow these steps to summon the most powerful devils:"
"When midnight comes, light a white candle in front of a mirror, then let your hair down and peel apples at it."
"If the apple peel continues from beginning to end and the candle does not go out, you can successfully summon the devil!"
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