Vol 2 Chapter 66: Devil's Contract
God's priest, Herotus, opened his mouth and issued an angry roar, while pointing the golden scepter in his hand to the "Holy Gate."
The golden lines on the grayish stone texture quickly accentuated, forming a strange beetle.
Suddenly, the "holy gate" light erupted, like a small sun, stabbing the high priest's eyes in tears, and his eyes were dark and briefly blind.
Stuck in this dazzling light, the Holy One's door slowly opened backwards, the rolling black gas was suppressed, and the "wave" quickly subsided.
Uh ...
The movement of the holy saint's gate made Lucien, who was preparing to gasify the body, aware that the priests of the gods had discovered the fault in the palace? Or is it because of the oppression of Prince Dracula?
For whatever reason, Lucien has no doubt that the priests of God's family can see through the resident phantom left by them at a glance, and his existence is no longer a secret!
Start the Nine Scroll Jump? Lucian held pale justice in one hand, still holding the triggering scroll given by teacher Fernando in one hand.
When the brain made a fast decision, Lucien's eyes moved around the palace subconsciously, and suddenly he saw the golden coffin of the Sphinx King Finks, and his heart moved immediately.
Does it seem unnecessary to waste this precious scroll?
The gate of the Holy Saint opened slowly, and a dazzling light shone in.
Baluchien took the ninth scroll with his left hand and pulled out another thing from the storage bag. It was engraved with a cross in the middle and painted with the sun's rays around it. It was the amulet "The Crown of Sun" left by Muskillin!
Since Finks has fallen asleep again, it seems that it is no longer dangerous to hide in the gap of the Necropolis!
The warmth and softness seemed to spread throughout Lucian's whole body as if the sun shined through the warm sun. The coldness in the Finks Palace rolled like a viper to the side, and the rich spirit of the dead spirit came from the direction of the "golden coffin".
浅 A light black gap erected on the coffin, like a sharp sword hanging above Finx's head.
Balusian took the pale justice, the crown of the sun, and the scroll of jumping, dragging heavy steps, and rushed into the gap two or three steps away.
The gate of the holy saint is completely open, and the black gas is completely calm. The **** priest Jerotos holding the golden scepter walks in. The spirit completely covers the whole hall, but it is empty!
"Fuck the blasphemer!" The horrified lion of Herotos shook the mausoleum slightly, and let the sphinx in the outside camp rest on the ground again.
Although he was empty, he did feel the breath of a stranger, so he felt so angry that the infiltrator had fled.
举 Holding up the golden scepter, Herotus gave a strange roar, one eye became dazzling like the sun, and the other was as bright as a silver moon.
In these strange eyes, scenes began to emerge. There were pictures of a mysterious man wearing a hood walking through dark air, a vague scene where he raised his sword and severely chopped the golden coffin, and he At last, a strange flutter of space began to twist.
Nine-ring spells, retrospective vision!
Although it is not easy to get rich details and blurry jumps under the circumstances of being disturbed by many external forces, it is very simple, but it does not prevent Herotos from identifying the **** man who blasphemed the ancestor's body and the main purpose of his coming in.
He wanted to stop the great King Finks from resurrecting!
"Lord Herlotus, what about the shredded invaders?" The high priest asked with courage.
"Escaped, he seems to be equipped with high-level scrolls or items for space jump." Herotos sounded coldly as if blowing from silent hell, "he wanted to destroy the body of the great Sphinx King and stop him Future resurrection. "
The high priest said in horror: "So?"
"Is the power of the 'Great King' as small as a worm he can imagine?" Herotus looked straight at the golden coffin. "I can still feel that the 'Great King' is watching us and feeling him. Magnificent power. "
After speaking, Hrotos raised his scepter, and began prophetic pursuit with the help of the remaining breath and palace layout.
When the sun's light flickered, Herotos' golden mace suddenly faded. He was terrified and said, "He is not above this world? No, I can feel it faintly, but it is so blurry that I can hardly capture the track ! "
The world in his mouth refers to the main material world plus all known alien dimensions.
Uh ...
After leaping across the thick curtain of the Necropolis, Lucian felt the familiar solidification without the slightest anger, and the splendid world left only the dead black and white gray.
Here is the mausoleum palace without other colors. It is roughly the same shape as the outside world, as if it is the dwelling house of Finks.
But the gray "gold" coffin was tied with a red-brown line like spider silk, which extended to each of the palace nodes.
The reddish brown is very dim, but compared to the surrounding pale black and gray, it is so clear that Lucien can't ignore it at all. On the gray coffin, there is a ball of blood stained rust-colored light ball, which looks like The heart beats and the colors are bright, giving Lucian a very strange feeling.
I closed my eyes, Lucien found that there was no ball of light in his mental field! And when I look at it with my eyes, it is so erratic, as if it doesn't exist at all, I can't touch it, I can't find it, I can't really approach it!
似乎 In this ball of light, there seem to be many things that keep changing.
"What is this ball of light? The lines seem to be extracting the power of Finks?" Lucian thought curiously and suddenly, very hard to restrain his urge to do research here, who knows that the priesthood of God's family No cracks will be found in the necropolis. Who knows whether the crown of the sun will attract the attention of the high-level necropolis, who knows whether there will be high-level undead here to inspect, you must leave immediately!
In order not to cause the recovery of Finks and the destruction of the Rhine, Lucian distressedly gave up the idea of collecting a red-brown line, abandoned the idea of using magic to stimulate the rust-colored light ball at close range, and put pale justice, After lifting the magic of increasing strength, I layered my defenses and opened the grey holy door.
肯定 There must be no undead creatures here, because the **** priest and the highest priest can build their own mausoleum!
Outside the gate, there were also two sphinxes, but they were "guards of the underworld" with gray bandages.
They spread their long legs away, screamed silently, and attacked Lucien coldly.
Balussian calmly touched the amulet of the sun's crown already worn on his chest, and a sacred majestic halo immediately spread out in waves.
I was touched by this invisible warm light, and the two "underworld guards" stiffened in place, then, as if washed away by thousands of years, turned into countless decaying dust.
Six levels of magic, return to death!
Kushiro kicked with both feet and rushed under the solidified mausoleum, and the halo of undead death around him was turbulent.
He sensed the abnormality near the gate of the Holy One, sensed the light that was out of touch with his own breath, and the tomb suddenly boiled.
黑白 In the solidified picture of black and white and gray, a guard from the underworld held a war halberd, and the dense black beetles covering the walls and aisles surged towards Lucian.
Two distinct waves crashed together, the mausoleum shook slightly, and then the invisible light passed through the solid black and gray waves.
The bright waves passed, the gray and white underworld guards collapsed and turned into dust, and the black beetles emitted a plume of smoke, and died completely and silently.
Following the cleaned-out aisle, Lucian hurriedly passed through the dark corridors, and was on the verge of the mausoleum exit.
Suddenly, a tall underworld guard flashing pale light with his eyes, holding a giant sword and carrying a death aura, rushed to Lucien from the corner.
Balusian did not evade, and when its two-handed sword slashed itself, layer by layer of defense was split, it inspired the crown of the sun.
A majestic sacred beam of light fell inexplicably, and the underworld guards who were dragged out of the shadows completely wrapped in it, a little black rose, and evaporated quickly,
I waited until the beam of light disappeared, leaving only a deep pothole in the place, and the bottom and surroundings were all traces of residual gasification.
Eight levels of divine magic, Yang burst!
Seizing the opportunity, Lucien ran out of the mausoleum and saw the eternally gray sky of the necropolis and the messy desert surrounding it.
"The hidden law and reddish-brown lines seem to be extracting the power of Finks, and Mr. Rhein's arrangement is very much like stealing this power for his own use."
"Who originally set it up?"
After hurriedly scanning, with the profound knowledge of the magic circle, Lucian probably figured out a little possibility, "But what is that rust-colored light ball?"
I do not know why, this light ball is always lingering in Lucian's mind.
I didn't dare to delay, and selected the blood of one of the most common undead in the undead world. Lucian inspired the mask of deformation and began to look for another exit in the undead world.
Uh ...
Gusta Empire, Marienburg Province, inside the castle of Viscount Noor.
Viscount Juanur closed the door, opened the defensive trap, and walked into the back room of his study.
In the meticulous room, a beautiful woman of different ages dressed in different styles of clothing, lying there quietly, her face flushed, like a deep sleep.
Viscount Tanur looked at them enthusiastically, as if admiring a piece of art, and then stretched out his right hand, stroking the face of a 13-year-old girl, feeling the cold slackness.
"They will never understand that only a corpse is the most beautiful existence. A savvy woman will always betray, take heart, and make trouble, and only a corpse is perfect! The cold touch and the loose muscles are all their lives. Unthinkable art. "Viscount Noor murmured hot eyes.
After being transformed into a blood race by a vampire countess, he gradually developed a disgusting hobby — necrophilia, still a dead body that could not think or move, so he was strongly despised by other vampires and had to resort to his inherited identity to hide In human society, enjoy their lives.
Suddenly, he noticed a faint wave, and then he was horrified to find that he was stiff, and he could only see a mysterious man in a black robe at the door through the opposite mirror.
"You ... want ... to do ... what?" There was only one word in a stiff throat.
Su Nuor was very frightened, knowing that he was anchored by the three-ring necromancy, and the effect was so good, it must be a high-level magician!
Balusian said in disgust: "It was originally just to borrow a little blood and let you sleep for a while, but now it seems that I can only say ..."
"Use it for your head."
After leaving the undead world from another gap, Lucian used Rhein's guidance to find vampires living in isolation or mixed in human society, because while Prince Dracula traced the fall of Rhein, he became another vampire and returned to the night plateau. The best choice, who can suspect that a vampire with an acquaintance has become Rhein, especially he has just left!
"No!" Nour screamed in horror, but his stiff throat could only pull out long, ridiculous tremolos.
A flash of invisible light drowned Noor and a corpse behind him.
Uh ...
The Holy Hertz Empire Antioch, the most magnificent city in the world.
Standing in the corner, watching the tall walls built in ancient times to prevent giant invasion, Borak, a direct member of the Gorse family? Fan? An Ru's eyes were dark and his face was low, as if he was hiding a heavy heart.
"Master Borak, let's go." I don't know when a sideless, thin man in black came over.
Borak looked back, gave him a glance, and nodded gently: "Giz, I hope I can gain something this time."
"Master Borak doesn't need to worry, the old duke can live a long time." Giz smiled and looked at the big "customer" who was depressed and anxious.
As one of the oldest giants in the Holy Hertz Empire, the Gorse family is still a strong aristocratic class with two golden knights, and they control their own "Gorse Knights". And because the former first heir, the oldest son of the old duke died prematurely, Borak with good blood became a strong contender for the heir, but unfortunately he was unable to inspire the bloodline power, and was succeeded by another heir, the great knight Alten Takes the absolute upper hand.
Thinking of the arrogant appearance of Alten's toes, the noble children flattered by the grandfathers around him, and the noble girls entangled in the bed, they changed after Alten broke through to the great knight and couldn't find his direction. With an attitude that became cold and perfunctory, Borak could not help but clenched his fists tightly, feeling shameful and humiliated.
I must break through to the knight, I must become the Duke of Gorse, and I must let those who abandon me and despise me regret it!
明白 Understanding that there are serious flaws in the family's internal medicine, after a long struggle, Borak finally chose to go to the Antilles black market to find magical magic items.
吉 Under Giz, the two quickly entered a seemingly ordinary villa with a vast basement, which was the largest underground black market in Antivre.
I took one thing and shook his head again, and Borak became increasingly disappointed.
Suddenly, he saw a gray-haired old man approaching him.
"Young man, I saw your destiny from the crystal ball, do you want to know?" The old man, who looked unusually mysterious in a black robe, smiled slightly.
Borak's pupils shrunk sharply, looking at the crystal ball in the hands of the old man, can the magician appear squarely on the black market?
"I don't believe that fate is destined, everything is the gift of the Lord." How could Borak trust such a magician who had been found directly?
The old man in black robes didn't mind: "It doesn't matter, fate is always changeable. If you are really desperate, don't forget to come and find me for divination."
After speaking, the old man in black robe left directly.
Borak shook his head and continued to search, this is the ninth time he has come to the black market-some paranoid, he thinks that nine is the best number, once this time, the possibility of finding magical magical assistance will become more and more small.
Gradually, his disappointment increased, and his heart sank slowly.
Is there no hope of defeating Alten? Borak was frustrated as if the whole person had faded, leaving only the black and white back.
"Master Borak, didn't the astrologer just say you can find him when you are desperate?" Of course, Giz wants his big client to become the Duke of Gorse.
拉 Borak gritted his teeth for a long time and was silent for a long time, finally determined to walk to the position where the old man in the black robe crossed his head: "Please help me fortunetell."
The old man in the black robe laughed and rubbed the crystal ball, making it very dark inside.
After a little bright light shone, the old man looked at Borak and said, "Your destiny is facing a great turn."
"What a turning point?" Borak asked nervously.
The elder said slowly: "I can only divinate. The turning point is in the remote villa left by your father, after the darkness comes."
Lonely villa? How did he know!
The remote villa was a private property left by Borak ’s father. Since it used to be a place for mistresses, it has never been said to outsiders.
Borak paid two Kintals and turned to leave. After taking a few steps, he turned back subconsciously, and found that his position had become empty!
In the entire black market, there is no trace of the old man in black robes.
哪里 "Where have you been?" Borak and Giz looked at each other, full of fear and expectation.
Uh ...
When night fell, in a remote villa, Borak dismissed all his servants and went crazy looking for a turning point, but nothing was gained.
"Where is the turning point, where ..." Borak's eyes were blank, and he sat in the study room talking to himself. At this time, it was almost late at night, and the silver moon was shining.
When he was desperate and heartbroken, he suddenly saw a silver moon shining on his father's legacy portrait.
银 Against the backdrop of Yinyue, he clearly saw his father's right index finger pointing to the inside of the portrait, which was an easy-to-see but very distorted posture.
Inside?
Inside!
Borak jumped up, took the oil painting out of the frame, and groped finally found a piece of parchment behind the oil painting.
As soon as he saw the parchment, Borak “remembered” what his father had said to himself when he was a kid, “If it is the most desperate time, come to this portrait to draw strength”!
Since the memory is too old, Borak can only remember this vaguely, so he opened the parchment paper full of old time with no doubt.
折叠 A folded piece of white paper fell out of the parchment. After unfolding, Borak saw the handwriting familiar to his father:
"Borac, 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."
Breathing became heavy, and Borak's gaze shifted to the parchment, which wrote in the magical text of the ancient Sylvanas Empire:
"The Devil's Rule: If you want to get anything, you must pay the same price!"
"Will you accept it?"
拉 Borak bit his lips tightly, and wrinkled the parchment paper unconsciously with both hands. After half a day, he focused on his head and left a mark of blood.
一行 A line of text that Borak couldn't understand but understood was slowly appearing below the parchment:
"People who are willing to make a contract, please follow these steps to summon the most powerful devil:"
"When twelve o'clock at midnight, light a white candle in front of a mirror, then loosen your hair and peel an apple at it."
"If the apple peel keeps on and the candle is not extinguished from beginning to end, you can successfully summon the devil!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to mobile phone (), give a reward, your support Is my greatest motivation.)