Chapter 632 The Mirror of Destiny (First Update Asks for a Monthly Pass)
The mushroom cloud wrapped around the flames rose gradually, and a trace of black gas dispersed the smoke, revealing a blue-black giant whose head had disappeared and his body was extremely tattered.
At this time, the intelligent life of different races that made up the giant's body suddenly came to life, and the tide surged towards the head, densely packed, scrambling to get ahead, and in less than a few seconds, it re-fused into a head.
"'Life Force' is really tenacious enough, worthy of being a famous masterpiece of the Necromancer system." With the "Scepter of Time and Space" condensed by the brilliant light in Lucian's hand, the corpses of humans, elves, and dragons became quite slow, moving like puppets, slowing down the speed of recovery.
Then, a touch of cold moonlight appeared in Lucian's black pupils, transformed into an epic knight, pulled out a silver-gray long sword, and turned into a sword light falling from the sky, slashing at the blue-black giant like a meteor.
It's not that Lucian doesn't want to use magic to solve it, but monsters will chase after him at any time, and he can't waste time, so he can use the Sword of Truth to crush him, so he naturally won't make any other choices!
The silver-gray sword light flashed, and an illusory crack appeared silently on the blue-black giant's body, which directly cut through the defense layer, black qi, and flesh, and turned into countless tiny branches that spread to all parts of the giant's body.
In the crisp sound, the corpses of the intelligent beings turned into pieces of rotten flesh and blood falling, like a sudden rainstorm.
And in the sudden rain turned into blood, flesh and pus, the silver and white moonlight around Lucian was entangled, "evaporating" the "rain" that fell on his body, and easily caught the broken heart.
The whole body of the heart was blue-black, and the strong and powerful beating gradually slowed down until it stopped, and then the flesh and blood on the surface peeled off layer by layer, revealing a light green liquid the size of a thumb inside, permeating a rich breath of life.
Lucian took out a silver teapot-like object engraved with magic patterns, opened the lid, tilted the Fountain of Youth inside, and resealed it.
"Let's continue to set off, not far from the location of the Maskelin sign." Rhine, who had recovered a little, came over and urged Lucian, for him, the "Fountain of Youth" had no effect, but was a poisonous existence.
Lucian put away the magic silver pot and was about to release the transformation, when a whining cry suddenly sounded around him, and the temperature seemed to drop by dozens of degrees.
In the midst of the tingling cry, tombstones fell, and the lids of the coffins were lifted one by one.
It didn't take long for them to merge into a huge rag doll, a ragdoll wearing a colorful coat, a ragdoll with a mysterious smile on its face, which made Lucian, who had a keen intuition after transforming into an epic knight, aware of a hint of danger.
"What kind of custom is this?" Lucian asked subconsciously.
Rhine shook his head: "I don't know, I know at most one-third of all kinds of strange customs."
The rag doll exuded an aura close to the legendary third order, and slowly took shape in a crying smile.
"Let's go!"
Lucian had no idea of fighting, although he used all his strength and items, coupled with Rhein's rich collection, there was still hope to defeat this strange ragdoll, but in this way, it was very delayed time, and it would be troublesome to be caught up by real monsters, and after killing the ragdoll, other necromancers were likely to appear, and the battle might continue endlessly.
Before he could untransform, Lucian grabbed Rhein's arm and turned into moonlight and flew rapidly, illuminating the gray wilderness.
It didn't take long for a black gate to appear in the tombstone group.
"Woohoo!"
A strange laugh like crying suddenly appeared in Lucian's ears, causing the "wall of space" created by the space-time scepter around him to collapse inexplicably, and the moonlight was lifted.
Lucian shivered suddenly, only to feel a cool breeze pouring into his neck, and the "Epic Knight's Body" showed signs of dissolution, it seemed that only the "Great Arcanist's Robe" and other clothing were not affected, and of course, they could not function.
Faced with this "rag doll" that was difficult to guess with common sense, Lucian did not look back, and still flew straight to the black gate, and at the same time, the sword of truth held in his right hand slashed behind his back without even looking at it.
"Ugh!"
The silver gray sword light flashed, and the crying sound that was countless times more miserable than just now erupted, and the cold wind blowing into his neck came to an abrupt end.
Lucian didn't go to inspect the results, and he didn't have time to check the black door, so he crashed into it directly.
"Woohoo!"
After rushing into the gray hall, an even more exaggerated crying and laughter came into Lucian's ears, his breath moved, the moonlight lit up on his body, and the black gate was blown shut shut.
Dong dong dong!
The sound of banging on the gate sounded, and the black door bent forward, as if it would be knocked open at any time.
Lucian's scalp was numb, and while calculating the coordinates, he opened different black doors to shuttle through.
After a few gray halls, Lucian and Rhine finally got rid of the mysterious rag doll.
"The place where Mr. Maskelin left is next to ......" In the calculation, Lucian's pupils contracted suddenly, and the emotions stabilized by countless magic couldn't help but boil, and his heart beat violently involuntarily.
What will you see there?
Can you find the secret of the monster?
Is it an unimaginable scene, or a sign of terrifying despair?
Rhein calmed down, tidied up his black shirt and red jacket, then pointed to one of the black doors with a smile and said, "It should be behind it?"
"Yes." Lucian walked over, checked it with magic first, and after confirming that there was no danger, he slowly pushed the door open.
In the silent retreat, everything behind the gate appeared in Lucian and Rhine's eyes.
"Why is that?" Lucian struggled to control his emotions so that disappointment did not surge and overshadow his reason.
Behind the black gate was the same gray hall, no different from other places, and even the silver-white magic pattern remained.
"Check it carefully." Rhein restrained his smiling expression and walked into the gray hall, intently looking for all traces.
After Lucian confirmed that there was no problem with the coordinates, he followed and stepped in, and suddenly, he felt a slight fluctuation in the "Crown of the Sun" on his chest, as if he was interacting with something in the hall.
Following this induction, Lucian stood in front of a gray pillar and checked it with all kinds of magic.
After a while, Lucian sighed: "As expected of a third-order prophet, this secret door is a hidden model, if there is no instruction from the 'Crown of the Sun', I am afraid that it will be possible to discover it only when the existence of the legendary peak is found, and if you are a little careless, you will miss it."
As he spoke, Lucian stimulated the secret door, and then pasted the "Crown of the Sun" on it - although Lucian still had many ways to crack it, using the "Crown of the Sun" was the easiest and most time-saving.
The gray hall lit up with sunlight that did not belong here, and a secret door slowly opened, revealing a messy gray chamber filled with broken magic test tubes, alchemy furnaces, and potion soup pots.
This scene seems to be caused by the owner's unstable mood or hasty departure, because if it were a legendary battle, Lucian believed that they would not be able to survive.
The layout of the secret room was typical of an ancient magic laboratory, and Lucian found a hidden desk with three things on it, one was the puppet's torso, one was a magic notebook, and the other was a gray mirror, vaguely floating with countless mysterious patterns.
"The 'Mirror of Destiny' is indeed Maskelin's laboratory." Rhine recognized the mirror at a glance and casually explained to Lucian, "Maskilin once teamed up with McLeod to create a legendary item that reflected the long river of fate, but the existence of the god-like level could not reach this level, and in the end, they only refined an item with a limit on the number of uses, and in both uses, it played a very good role, once accurately predicted the whereabouts of Thanos' relics, and once you know, predicted that you would be trapped."
"It turns out to be a legendary item of the prophecy system." Lucian found that Rhein knew more than he thought, so he threw an appraisal technique to the "Mirror of Destiny".
"The 'Mirror of Destiny', a Tier 3 Perfect Legendary item, can predict what has happened in the past with great accuracy, and more accurately predict a certain scene in the future. It is a projection of the long river of destiny, it should not exist in this world, and it will be completely shattered after five uses."
"Number of times used: four times."
"Fate has long been decided, but mortal eyes cannot see through the thick fog."
"—Waldo K. Maskelin"
"There is only one time left, and it seems that Mr. Muskiling used it after being trapped here." Lucian picked up the "Mirror of Destiny" and said in a heavy tone.
Rhine smiled and said: "If it were me, I would also use the 'Mirror of Destiny' to predict the secret of the monster, I don't know if he has any conclusions."
Instead of rushing to open the magic notebook, Lucian picked up the green puppet torso: "Why did McLeod's puppet component appear in Mr. Maskelin's laboratory?"
"Maybe it was the clue that Muskiling found after McLeod 'disappeared'." Rhine looked around and suddenly laughed, "This place has been dealt with by Maskelin, and the speed of space-time flow is the same as that of the outside world.
Lucian still didn't open the magic notebook, his face was quite solemn: "I have two questions."
"What?" Rhine asked.
"One is what I said before, why doesn't the monster destroy these leftover items, I think with its strength, it won't be impossible to find it, right?" Lucian clenched his right hand into a fist and tapped his chin gently, "Think backwards, aside from the last struggle in despair, why would Mr. Maskelin and the others, who left behind pieces of paper, notes and items, believe that monsters don't destroy them?"
Rhine did not speak, quietly listening to Lucian's analysis.
"The second question, there are so many gray halls, but we found pieces of gray paper so easily, puppet components, and traces everywhere, is it too coincidental?"
"Do you suspect that the monster is deliberately misleading us?" Rhein pursed his lips.
"It's possible, but what's the point of misleading us? Can't beat us?" Lucian had previously suspected that he was deepening his illusion or dream through hints, but the soul library could be opened normally.
Taking a breath gently, Lucian whispered: "Maybe there are some clues in this notebook."
Opening the magic notebook, Maskelin's familiar handwriting appeared:
「…… We found a secret laboratory of His Excellency Thanos through the 'Mirror of Destiny', and it was unbelievable that he was doing such an experiment, which gave us a lot of inspiration......"
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