Throne of Magical Arcana

The priest Herotos opened his mouth and let out an angry roar, while pointing the golden scepter in his hand at the "Gate of the Saints".

The golden lines on the gray-white stone texture quickly stand out, forming the appearance of a strange-shaped beetle.

Suddenly, the "Gate of the Holy One" burst into light, like a small sun, piercing the high priest's eyes with tears, his eyes were pitch black, and he lost his sight for a while.

In this dazzling light, the gate of the saint slowly opened backwards, the tumbling black air was suppressed, and the "wave" quickly subsided.

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The movement of the saint's gate alerted Lucien, who was about to gasify his body. Was it the priest of the gods who discovered something wrong in the palace? Or did you come to check it out simply because of Prince Dracula's oppression?

No matter what the reason is, Lucien has no doubt that the priest of God's Fate can see through the resident phantom left by him at a glance, and his existence is no longer a secret!

Start the nine-level scroll jump? Lucien held Pale Justice in one hand, and still held the trigger scroll given by his teacher Fernando in the other.

When the brain was running rapidly to make a decision, Lucien's eyes subconsciously wandered around the palace, and suddenly saw the golden coffin of Finks, the king of the sphinx, and his heart moved.

Seems unnecessary to waste this precious scroll?

The door of the saint slowly opened, and the dazzling light shone in.

With his left hand holding the ninth-level scroll, Lucien took out another object from the storage bag. It had a cross engraved in the middle and sun rays painted around it. It was the talisman "Crown of the Sun" left by Maskelyne!

Now that Finx has reappeared and fell into a deep sleep, it seems that hiding in the gap of the Necromancer World is no longer so dangerous!

The warm and soft "magic" fluctuations that seemed to be irradiated by the warm sun spread throughout Lucien's body, and the coldness in the Palace of Finx rolled to the side like avoiding snakes and scorpions, and the strong breath of the necromantic world came from the direction of the "golden coffin".

A light black slit curved and erected above the coffin, like a sharp sword hanging above Finks' head.

Lucien held the pale justice, the crown of the sun and the jumping scroll, dragged his heavy steps, and rushed towards the gap two or three steps away.

The door of the saint was completely opened, and the black air was completely calm. The priest Herotos, who was holding a golden scepter, walked in, and his spirit completely enveloped the entire hall, but there was no one there!

"Damn the blasphemer!" Herotus roared in terror, making the mausoleum tremble slightly, and the sphinx in the camp outside crawled to the ground again.

Although there was no one there, he did feel the breath of a stranger, so he subconsciously thought that the infiltrator had fled, and that was why he was so angry.

Holding up the golden scepter, Herotos let out 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 the black air, there were blurred pictures of him raising his long sword and slashing fiercely at the golden coffin, and there were pictures of him With a final leap forward, the space began to distort the strange event.

Nine ring spells, backtracking vision!

Although under the interference of many external forces, rich details cannot be obtained, and the picture is blurred and jumping, which is very simple, but it does not prevent Herottos from identifying the damned man who desecrated the corpse of his ancestors, and his main purpose of coming in.

He wants to prevent the great king Finx from resurrecting!

"Your Excellency Herotus, what about the infiltrator who should be torn apart?" the high priest mustered up his courage to ask.

"Already escaped, he seems to be equipped with high-level scrolls or items that jump through space." Herotos's voice was cold as if blowing from the silent hell, "He wants to destroy the body of the great Sphinx King and stop him future resurrection."

The high priest said in horror: "Then?"

"How can 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 us, feeling his Majestic and vast power."

After finishing speaking, Herotos raised his scepter, and began to search for the prophecy with the help of the remaining breath and the layout of the palace.

While the sun was shining, Herotos' golden scepter suddenly dimmed, and he said in horror: "He is not in this world? No, I can feel it vaguely, but it is so vague that I can hardly catch the trajectory." !"

The world in his mouth refers to the main material world plus all known alien spaces.

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After jumping over the thick curtain of the gap in the Necromancer World, Lucien felt the familiar lifeless solidification, and the splendid world was only left with dead black, white and gray.

This is a mausoleum palace without other colors, roughly the same shape as the outside world, as if it is the place where Finks lives.

But the gray "golden" coffin was tied with reddish-brown lines like spider silk, and they extended to every node of the magic circle in the palace.

The reddish-brown color was very dim, but compared with the surrounding pale black ash, it was so bright that Lucien couldn't ignore it at all. On top of the gray coffin was a blood-stained rust-colored ball of light, which was like It beat like a heart, and the color was equally bright, giving Lucien a very weird feeling.

Closing his eyes, Lucien realized that there was no ball of light in his mental force field! And when looking at it with both eyes, it is so erratic, as if it doesn't exist here at all, it can't be touched, it can't be found, it can't be really approached!

It seems that there are still many changing things hidden in this ball of light.

"What is this ball of light? Those lines seem to be drawing the power of Finx?" Lucien wondered curiously and stunned, trying very hard to restrain his urge to conduct research here. There will be no cracks in the Necromancer Realm, who knows if the crown of the sun will attract the attention of the high-level Necromancer Realm, who knows if there will be high-level undead coming to inspect here, you must leave immediately!

In order not to arouse Finx's recovery and destroy Rhine's arrangement, Lucien heartbrokenly gave up the idea of ​​collecting a reddish-brown line, gave up the idea of ​​using magic to stimulate the rust-colored ball of light at close range, and put pale justice aside, After removing the power-enhancing magic, he added layers of defense to himself, and pushed open the gray door of the saint.

There must be no undead creatures of level eight or nine here, because the priests of the gods and the top priests can build their own mausoleums!

Outside the gate, there were also two sphinxes standing, but they were "Guardians of the Underworld" with gray bandages all over their bodies.

They moved forward with their four long legs, screamed silently, and attacked Lucien coldly and rigidly.

Lucien calmly touched the Sun Crown Amulet already worn on his chest, and a sacred and majestic aura immediately spread around like waves.

Affected by this invisible warm light, the two "Guardians of the Underworld" froze in place, and then turned into countless decayed dust as if washed away by tens of thousands of years.

Sixth-level divine art, immortality returns to death!

Lucien kicked his feet and rushed towards the frozen mausoleum, the aura of immortality around him surged like waves.

Sensing the change near the gate of the saint, and sensing the light that is incompatible with his own breath, the mausoleum suddenly boiled.

In the frozen black and white gray picture, guards of the underworld held their halberds and surged towards Lucien together with the densely packed black beetles covering the walls and passages.

Two completely different "waves" collided violently, and the mausoleum shook slightly. Then, an invisible light passed through the solidified black and gray waves.

As the wave of light passed, the gray-white guards of the underworld collapsed one after another, turning into bursts of dust, and the black beetles released puffs of smoke, and died completely without a sound.

Following the purified passage, Lucien hurried through the dark corridors, approaching the exit of the mausoleum.

Suddenly, a tall guardian of the underworld with pale eyes flashing, holding a huge sword, with a halo of death, rushed towards Lucien from a corner.

Lucien didn't dodge, and when it slashed himself with the giant sword in both hands, and the layers of defense were split, it inspired the crown of the sun.

A majestic and sacred beam of light descended inexplicably, completely enveloping the guard of the underworld who had dragged out the afterimage to avoid it, and a little bit of black rose up and evaporated quickly.

When the beam of light disappeared, there was only a deep pit left in place, and the bottom and surroundings were all traces of gasification.

Eighth-level divine art, Yang Yan explodes!

Seizing the opportunity, Lucien ran out of the mausoleum, and saw the eternally gray sky of the Necromancer World and the messy desert around it.

"The concealed magic circle and the reddish-brown lines seem to be drawing the power of Finx, and Mr. Rhine's arrangement also seems to be stealing this power for his own use."

"Who arranged it in the first place?"

After a hasty scan, Lucien probably figured out a possibility based on his fairly profound knowledge of magic circles, "But what is that rust-colored ball of light?"

For some reason, this ball of light always lingers in Lucien's mind.

Not daring to delay, he chose the bloodline of one of the most common undead creatures in the Necromancer World. Lucien activated the transformation mask and began to look for another exit from the Necromancer World.

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Gusta Empire, Marienburg Province, inside the castle of Viscount Nur.

Viscount Nuer closed the door, opened the defensive trap, and then walked into the secret room of his study.

In the secret room, beautiful women of different ages were dressed in different styles of clothing, lying there quietly, with rosy faces, as if they were asleep.

Viscount Noor looked at them enthusiastically, as if admiring pieces of art, then stretched out his right hand, stroking the face of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, feeling the cold relaxation.

"They will never understand that only a corpse is the most beautiful existence. A wise woman will always be betrayed, playful, and vexatious. Only a corpse is perfect! The cold touch and loose muscles are their life. Unimaginable art." Viscount Nuer muttered to himself with burning eyes.

After he was transformed into a vampire by a vampire countess, he gradually developed a disgusting hobby - necrophilia, or a corpse that couldn't think or move. In human society, enjoy your own life.

Suddenly, he noticed a slight fluctuation, and then he was horrified to find that his whole body was stiff, and he could only see a mysterious man in a black robe at the door through the full-length mirror opposite.

"You... want... to do... what?" The stiff throat could only pause for one word.

Nuer was very frightened, knowing that he was immobilized by the third ring's immobilization technique, and the effect was so good, he must be a high-level magician!

Lucien said disgustedly: "I just came here to borrow some blood and let you sleep for a while, but now it seems that I can only say..."

"Let me use your head."

After leaving the Necromancer World through another gap, Lucien used Rhine's guidance to look for vampires who lived alone or mixed in human society, because when Prince Dracula was tracking Rhine's whereabouts, it was time for him to return to the night plateau as another vampire. The best choice, who can doubt that a vampire with identities and acquaintances will become Rhine, especially when he just left!

"No!" Nuer screamed in horror, but his stiff throat could only drag out a long, slow, ridiculous trill.

A burst of invisible light flooded Nur and the corpses behind him.

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Antiphole, the Holy Hiertz Empire, the most magnificent city in the world.

Standing in the corner, looking at the tall city walls built in ancient times to prevent the invasion of giants, Borak Fan Anru, a direct member of the Plantagenet family, had dark eyes and a gloomy face, as if he was hiding a lot of thoughts.

"Master Borak, let's go." At some point, an unremarkable thin man in black came over.

Borak came back to his senses, glanced at him, and nodded lightly: "Geez, I hope I can gain something this time."

"Master Borak, don't worry, the old duke can live for a long time." Geez smiled and looked at the depressed and anxious big "client" in front of him.

As one of the rich families with the longest history in the Holy Hiertz Empire, the Plantagenet family is still a powerful aristocratic class with two golden knights, controlling a "Plantage Knights" of its own. However, due to the early death of the only son of the old Duke, the former first in line heir, Borak, who has a good bloodline, has become a strong contender for the heir. had the absolute upper hand.

Thinking of Alten's haughty and arrogant appearance, the flattering noble children around him, the noble girls and young women who were lingering in the bed with him, after Alten broke through to the Grand Knight and he still couldn't find his way, Changing his attitude and becoming indifferent and perfunctory, Borak couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, feeling aggrieved and humiliated.

I must break through to become a knight, I must become the Duke of Plantagenet, I must make those who abandon me and despise me regret it!

Knowing that the medicine in the family had serious flaws, after a long struggle, Borak finally chose to go to the black market in Antiphole to find magical aids.

Led by Giz, the two quickly entered a villa that looked ordinary but had an extremely spacious basement. This was the largest underground black market in Antifleur.

Picking up one thing, shaking his head and putting it down again, Borak became more and more disappointed.

Suddenly, he saw a white-haired old man walking towards him.

"Young man, I saw your fate from the crystal ball, do you want to know?" The mysterious old man in a black robe smiled slightly.

Borak's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the crystal ball in the old man's hand. Can a magician appear in the black market openly?

"I don't believe that destiny is doomed, everything is a gift from the Lord." How could Borak trust such a directly recruited magician, there must be something strange!

The old man in 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 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—somewhat paranoid, he thinks that nine is the best number. Small.

Gradually, his disappointment increased, and his heart sank slowly.

Is there no hope of defeating Alten? Borak was so depressed that it seemed that the color of his whole body had faded, leaving only black, white and gray back.

"Master Borak, didn't the astrologer just say that you can ask him for divination when you are desperate?" Geez certainly hoped that his big client would become the Duke of Plantagenet.

Borak gritted his teeth and remained silent for a long time, and finally made up his mind to walk in front of the seat where the old man in black robe sat cross-legged: "Please do a divination for me."

The black-robed old man laughed and stroked the crystal ball, making the inside very dark.

After a little bit of bright light shone, the old man looked at Borak and said, "Your fate is facing a great turning point."

"What turning point?" Borak asked nervously.

The old man said slowly: "I can only find out through divination. The turning point is in the remote villa left by your father, after the darkness falls."

A remote villa? How did he know!

That remote villa was the private property left by Borak's father. Since it was a place to keep mistresses in the past, it has never been mentioned to outsiders.

Borak paid two gentalers and turned to leave. He had just walked a few steps when he turned his head subconsciously and found that the place just now had become empty!

There was no trace of the black-robed old man in the entire black market.

"Where did you go?" Borak and Giz looked at each other, full of fear and expectation.

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As night fell, in the remote villa, Borak dismissed all the servants, frantically looking for a turning point, but to no avail.

"Where is the turning point, where is it..." Borak sat in the study with blank eyes, talking to himself. It was almost late at night, and the silver moon was shining brightly.

Just when he died of despair, he suddenly saw a silver moon shining on the portrait left behind by his father.

Against the backdrop of the silver moon, he could clearly see his father's right index finger pointing to the inside of the portrait. This was a very distorted posture that was not easy to see.

internal?

internal!

Borak jumped up, took the oil painting out of the frame, groped carefully, and finally found a piece of parchment behind the oil painting.

As soon as he saw this parchment, Borak "recalls" what his father once said to him when he was a child, "If you are most desperate, come to this portrait to draw strength"!

Because the age was too long, his memory was already blurred, and Borak could only "vaguely" remember such a thing, so he had no doubts anymore, and excitedly opened the parchment full of the old taste of time.

A folded white paper fell out of the parchment. After unfolding, Borak 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."

Breathing heavily, Borak moved his eyes to the parchment, on which was written the magic words of the ancient Sylvanus Empire:

"The law of the devil: if you want to get something, you must pay the same price!"

"Are you willing to accept it?"

Borak bit his lips tightly, and unconsciously clenched the parchment with his hands. After a long time, he nodded heavily, leaving a blood mark.

Under the parchment, a line of words that Borak couldn't understand but understood the meaning slowly emerged:

"Those who are willing to make a contract, please follow the steps below to summon the most powerful devil:"

"When midnight comes, light a white candle in front of a mirror, let your hair loose, and peel an apple before it."

"If you keep the apple peel and the candle from beginning to end, you can successfully summon the devil!"

A large chapter of more than 5,000 words, supplementing yesterday's 2,000-word chapter, but tomorrow morning's first update has to be postponed until 12:30 noon.

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