Vol 2 Chapter 64: Horrible pressure
The thick black air surged from the hall full of funeral coffins, from every place on the tomb, and rolled like a monster of fangs and claws towards the holy gate at the top of the tower.
All the "grave-keepers" in all directions worshipped towards the tip of the tower. Usually fierce and reckless, they now behaved like a little sheep, clinging to the ground, and dare not say a word.
The dark air swallowed them up, and a little bit of the sun was shining brightly on them, blocking out the horrible death force.
Inside the tomb, the horrible corpses hanging on the wall bounced and sent out a vicious roar.
In the weird hall, a black coffin lid was yanked open, reaching out a dense bandaged hand.
White bandages appear disgusting yellow-brown under the erosion of corpse oil and the decay of time, and the unconscious evil voices interact with the surrounding roar, making the mausoleum extremely terrifying.
路 "Luxion" and Ink lifted their war halberds, pointed at the black gas, separated them and let them pass around themselves, pouring into the gate of the Holy One.
The dark air came violently and quickly, and after just ten seconds, they disappeared without a trace, and the roar of the evil and strange left only an empty echo.
Seeing that the "Holy Gate" returned to normal, Ink sighed to "Aska" next to him: "It's over."
"I won't talk to the scorpion," "Aska" answered coldly.
"You!" Inke turned his head in anger, his eyes seeming to eat "Aska" alive, although he ate everything alive.
"Aska" snorted and no longer answered.
Ink was furious, but he did not dare to fight in front of the high priest. He could only shut his mouth tightly, and looked forward in humiliation, and never wanted to talk to the abominable Askar again!
The high priest noticed the movement here, but didn't take it too seriously, because the source of the contradiction between the two was very clear, as long as he did not violate the law, he didn't need to worry about such small things.
Then the high priest lowered his head and continued his "pray," seeking for strength growth.
The five-ring illusion "resident phantom" can create a near-substantial phantom with sound, body temperature, smell, and action, and can also set conditions in advance to allow the phantom to respond to simple situations such as when Raise the war halberd when black gas comes. For example, when Ink tried to talk, he first answered "Don't talk to the **** scorpion," and then hummed silently. For example, when the high priest came over, he bowed his head and said hello.
After the gate of the Holy One, black gas surged, but it was silent and full of weird silence.
There was a rush of gas converging, condensing out the figure of Lucian. He had changed back to his original appearance, and his black hood covered his face.
"Sure enough, it feels like a necrotic world." Lucian looked around and found that a little gray permeated the black gas, making the place as quiet as solidification.
This is a round palace with sun flower patterns all around it. I don't know what material the ground is engraved with golden rays like the sun's rays, and it gradually extends to the center of the half-high altar.
A coffin with gold carving is placed on the coffin in the burnt altar. The silver moon is inlaid with a special silver-white material.
Since the whole hall was filled with rolling black gas and brought out a strong death wave, shielding the outside world from snooping, Lucian no longer worried that the magic would be found, and superimposed one defense after another.
However, "Crown of the Sun", a godly item with a close relationship with the necropolis, Lucian still dare not take it out, lest it would cause crazy changes like dripping a drop of blood in the sea where the sharks often swim, thus attracting God Priesthood.
After confirming that the palace's French arrangement was the same as described by Rhein, Lucien approached the altar in a strange way in the dark air.
The more I walked forward, the colder the power of death was, the more the essence became, and after the absence of sound, the colors gradually began to fade, like oil painting after being washed.
I walked Lucien for more than ten minutes in a short distance, then walked in front of the altar from the misty black gas, and stepped on the steps made of gold.
"Without Mr. Rhein's experience, everything would not be so easy. It would take many days just to analyze the arrangement of the legal array of this palace." Lucian sighed, standing in front of the golden coffin hub.
Without delay, Lucien took out the "sphinx statue" from the storage bag, and gently placed it in a recessed position above the lid of the coffin.
They are so tightly connected as if they were here.
He stepped back, Lucian read the mantra, and blood spewed from the Sphinx statue, which was weird and terrifying.
The blood of was flowing out of the coffin, and the black gas suddenly rolled violently, and the inlaid silver moon shimmered, and then dimmed.
Is the magic ceremony so easy to complete? Although Lucien heard Rhein's description of the general situation, it was so simple. It was very simple. I wanted to study the layout of this magic ritual carefully and didn't dare to delay time in it. Who knows when the priest will come to worship Worship the "Great King."
Turned around, Lucian just took two steps, and suddenly felt a horrible pressure from the outside, as if the world was about to be destroyed, and darkness was eternal!
"What a powerful vampire? Prince Dracula?" Lucian has moonlight descent and is sensitive to the vampire itself, and this terrifying atmosphere has not been concealed, careless, and extremely arrogant.
Black gas is like being bullied by a puppy, whimpering and curling up.
Outside the tomb of Finks, the already lit sky was darker than the night, and the rising sun disappeared into the sky.
Kulusien felt an inexplicable gaze staring from left to right-swiping over and onto himself.
That indescribable pressure, the unimaginable arrogance, made Lucian's forehead sweat a little Gaze briefly paused on the Frost and Snow medal and Holm's crown ring, then quietly left, and continued forward.
As the darkness covering the sky disappeared, the orange sun appeared again.
"This is the power of Prince Dracula standing on the same level as Speaker Douglas and His Excellency Brook?" Lucian clearly realized the old man who had met in Fernando's study and his atomic institute, Hiding such terrible strength.
Suddenly, before the darkness completely disappeared, a sour voice came from behind Lucian.
It turned out that the lid of the coffin was pushed open!
"Who ... who ... disturbed ... I ... of ... slumbered?" Slowly, husky, no wavy voice slowly sounded in the coffin frame.
Baluchien immediately felt that the power of extreme evil was slowly recovering!
"I ... Shen ... slept ... -... for thousands of years, and ... were ... imprisoned ... in ..., here ... I ... want ... you ... to bear ... my ... … Angry… ”The voice gradually changed, with a little emotional ups and downs.
The pressure of Prince Dracula turned this sphinx who died "10,000 years" back from the dead world? !! (To be continued [this text is provided by Uncle Shaq @ 初初 练]. If you like this work, you are welcome to ◤start◢◢ to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please Read on MQUAUM.)
[Squid's original words] Rushing to the airport, I only wrote more than 2,000 words. I did n’t have time to modify it. I ’ll update it regularly. Modify it when I get home, ask friends to recommend ticket support