As soon as the old servant said this, Bhatia immediately felt a chill.
The oppressive aura emanating from this old guy made Bhatia almost breathless, and the magician suddenly couldn't help but scream, waved his sleeves, and shot out a magic scroll.
The magic scroll burst into flames in mid-air, turning into a fire dragon, roaring and crashing head-on into the old servant's body, and the old servant was surrounded by flames, but his face was still smiling.
Then, something horrific to Bhatia happened.
The old servant's body actually released a cloud of holy white light in an instant The light suddenly appeared, as if there was a sudden silence on the ceiling overhead, and a beam of light pierced the tower and fell from the sky, enveloping the old servant in it, and an awe-inspiring and inviolable divine aura appeared all over his body The fire dragon slammed on him, it seemed that the fire was soaring into the sky, and the heat wave swept through, but the divine light on the old servant's body was like winter snow, and the wall of fire was quickly extinguished under the shroud of holy light Heat waves come and go fast Bhatia couldn't say a word, and the magician had a big mouth.
This magic scroll is the most powerful one in his hand, and fire magic has always been recognized as the most lethal series.
And this fire-based scroll is also a treasure collected by Bhatia, and now under the amazing momentum of this old servant, he couldn't help but throw it out, but he didn't expect it to be disintegrated in a blink of an eye Before he could exclaim, the old servant suddenly grinned.
This smile, before the blink of an eye, appeared in front of Bhatia, close at hand, and then the magician's neck tightened, and it was directly grabbed by the throat of the old servant and lifted up No one could see how the old servant moved, and how he got close to Bhatia.
Once a magician is approached, the danger can be imagined.
Bhatia struggled, a look of determination flashed in her eyes, and the wand in her hand suddenly burst open.
A black light instantly sank into the old servant's body.
"Huh" The old servant's expression moved slightly: "Tearing Technique, you actually practiced undead magic." ” I saw that the already withered skin on the old servant's body suddenly split apart like a cracked bark, and it seemed that the water evaporated instantly, starting from the arm, large pieces of skin peeled off and turned into powder, leaving only the terrifying white bones The old servant snorted, finally let go of Bhatia, and said coldly: "Humble thing, think you can hurt me in this way, this body is just borrowed by me."
As he spoke, the old servant stretched out his arms and stiffened his body His whole body suddenly swelled like a balloon The flesh and blood on his face suddenly fell off in large chunks, and then even the white bones suddenly appeared cracks, seeing such a person suddenly turn into pieces in front of him, Batia fell to the ground, covered his neck with both hands, and gasped, suddenly turned his head to look at Chen Daolin, who was already hiding behind, and shouted: "Why are you still stunned and running?"
Bhatia unleashed an ultimate, shattering his wand, which was his biggest life-saving card.
This wand contains a tearing spell, a very lethal spell in the necromantic magic system.
Once the spell is cast, the vitality of the physical body will be rapidly lost, and the physical body will be completely torn apart in a short time Bhatia has been secretly practicing necromancy for years, and this is his greatest life-saving move.
But now, although this old servant was tricked, but looking at his expression, he still seemed to be quite dependent, and Batia knew in his heart: I am afraid that this trick of his own will still not be able to help the other party The magician suddenly reached out and grabbed Chen Daolin's wrist, and then the two of them rolled towards the array beam in the middle of the ground in the room.
The old servant's sneer came: "Where can I run?"
Bhatia let out a loud shout, raised his left hand, and without using his wand, quickly recited a series of incantations, and several wind blades shot out of his fingertips The wind blade was comparable to a steel knife, and it was fiercely rolled up on the old servant's body and face, and his body, which was already bulging and torn, suddenly collapsed, and even the bones under the flesh and blood began to shatter Seeing such a good person, it instantly became like a rag doll that had been cut up, and this scene was really terrifying.
However, after Bhatia released the wind blade, he grabbed Chen Daolin and rolled into the beam of light together, only to see that the Taiji diagram on the ceiling suddenly reacted, and a ray of light engulfed the two of them and disappeared in an instant The old servant didn't seem to be in a hurry, and smiled coldly, and laughter filled the top of the tower.
The flesh on his body finally completely dissolved into a cloud of powder.
And in the end, there was a small ball of light and shadow.
The light and shadow gradually condensed, like a human form, but it seemed to be much shorter.
The whole person looks like a crystal clear jade sculpture.
The delicate face is lifeless, and the body seems to be, and there is a pair of shimmering wings behind it.
The divine aura on his body grew stronger and stronger, and finally let out a long series of laughs.
The monster walked to the place where Batia and Chen Daolin disappeared, glanced at the beam of light in the Taiji diagram, and said in a low voice: "After walking into here, where do you want to escape, the holy land of the goddess, how can you ants snoop on?"
As he spoke, he stepped into the beam, and his figure finally disappeared.
"Ahem" Chen Daolin and Bhatia seemed to fall from the sky.
When he landed, Chen Daolin was unfortunate to be below, which happened to act as Batia's meat pad, and he was almost crushed to the bone.
He pushed Bhatia away with all his might, barely standing up, when he heard Bhatia's snort in pain.
The magician's face was unusually red, his breathing was rapid, and he covered his throat with one hand, and the sound of his breathing was tearing with a heart-wrenching sensation.
Chen Daolin quickly rolled back, away from Bhatia, and then raised his head to check his surroundings.
"What kind of place is this?"
Is this a sealed altar that does not see the heavens?
The four walls were made of sealed masonry, and the air was filled with a chest-tightening feeling of dust.
The altar of the four sides is like a sealed jar made of bricks and stones.
As Chen Daolin got up, there were a few raised dimples on the wall, and suddenly the fire burned automatically, and the lights gradually brightened, shining this sealed place as if it were day.
This place is not very large, about the size of a classroom, and in the middle of it is a stone platform, and in the middle of the stone platform is placed a square flat box, which looks dark and I don't know what material it is.
Chen Daolin was about to walk over to check when he heard Bhatia let out a painful snort.
Brother Darling sighed, turned around and walked to Batia and squatted down, this magician's face was flushed, his breathing became more and more rapid, to Chen Daolin's surprise, where his fingers were pressed, there were several clear finger marks on his neck It was the old servant who was on the spot where he grabbed Bhatia's neck and lifted him up.
The finger mark looked extremely clear as if it had been branded with a soldering iron, and the faint red mark seemed to be getting deeper and deeper on the magician's pale skin, and his skin even made a slight "snort" sound, as if something was faintly burning "Master Bhatia, what's wrong with you" Chen Daolin sighed: "Although you and I are not friends or foes, but before you ran away just now, you actually thought that pushing me in first can be regarded as my acceptance of your favor." ” Bhatia snorted softly, his breathing was rapid and weak, and said in a low voice, "You, you don't have to be grateful to me, you are the way I found the mystery here."
If you die, wouldn't all my years of forbearance and scheming all become a waste, so ahem, so you don't have to be grateful to me."
Chen Daolin looked at this guy and said with a wry smile: "You are also a stubborn and proud guy." ” As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently touched the marks on Bhatia's neck, and after touching his fingers, to Chen Daolin's surprise, the skin was hot and hot where the old servant had left a few marks, while the other parts of Bhatia's own neck were cold and piercing "Hmph, hmph" Bhatia raised her eyelids and glanced at Chen Daolin: "You don't have to wonder that guy, he, he uses the power of the Divine Department of Light."
And I'm secretly practicing necromancy.
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The Divine Power of Light is really my biggest nemesis, that guy, it seems that my tearing technique can't hurt him at all. ” Chen Daolin helped this guy up and said with a wry smile: "We'd better think of getting out of here, otherwise, since that guy can block us at the top of the tower, it's hard to guarantee that he won't chase him into the magic array." ” "Chase in, chase in."
Bhatia's face suddenly darkened, and she sighed: "It's a big deal, that guy is so powerful, I'm not an opponent at all, I'm afraid even if I go out, I won't be able to escape his pursuit." ” Saying that, the magician's eyes showed a bit of determination: "I'm just unwilling, I've been planning for many years, and I'm about to find the mystery here, if I can't see the mystery here before I die, I will never be willing to close my eyes."
Chen Daolin looked at this guy who was a little excited, and shook his head: "This should be the secret of your illusion, but it doesn't seem to be anything, just such a sealed big house."
Well, you say, where are we now?"
Bhatia thought for a moment and took a breath: "How do I know, but I think, this should be underground." ” He struggled to sit up, felt his way through his sleeve, pulled out a small bottle, unscrewed the lid, poured the contents into his mouth, and let out a long breath, then breathed a little more slowly.
However, Chen Daolin found that the complexion on his face became more and more pale.
"What's on that platform" Bhatia stood up, looked at the stone platform in the middle, and then looked at Chen Daolin: "You go and open the box to see." ” Chen Daolin rolled his eyes and walked to the stone platform, behind him, Bhatia looked at Chen Daolin nervously, and shouted: "Hurry up, that old servant doesn't know when he will chase here."
Chen Daolin looked at the box on the stone platform, and had to stretch out his hand, and just as his hand was about to touch the box, a trace of alarm suddenly appeared in his heart It was as if there was a trace of power in a certain part of the body, and the crazy jump fluctuated, and this jump fluctuation came from Chen Daolin's left ankle.
In fact, as soon as he came to this underground secret room, he felt this strange change, and the closer he stood by the stone platform, the closer he got to this box, the stronger this feeling of jumping and fluctuating This feeling came from Chen's left ankle.
From a silver chain, to be exact.
This chain is on an overseas island, when I met the old monster Chris, Chris gave it to Chen Daolin during the transaction between the two.
At that time, the old monster didn't explain much, only that someone left it there, entrusted him with safekeeping, and handed it over to future generations.
The old monster didn't seem to know what the use of this chain was, and only told Chen Daolin that this thing could save his life in times of crisis.
Chen Daolin has always carried this chain with him, and he has learned the lessons of his previous encounters at sea, so he doesn't dare to put these things in the magic bag, otherwise, if his magic power is not good, he can only watch the magic bag not be able to open and take the equipment in a hurry.
This life-saving equipment, which is said to be used as insurance in times of crisis, Chen Daolin wore it on his body.
This thing was supposed to be a bracelet, but Chen Daolin always felt that it was too much for a big man to wear a silver bracelet, so he simply wore this chain on his ankle all the time, and others couldn't see it.
At this moment, Chen Daolin was standing next to the stone box, and when his fingers were almost touching the box, he felt the chain on his ankle suddenly beating wildly, as if something was faintly about to break out of the cocoon This kind of magic fluctuation, acting in his spiritual power, made him feel in a trance for a while, and subconsciously took a few steps back, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and he was short of breath.
"What's wrong?"
Bhatia coughed, still holding a wand around his neck with one hand.
This wand was supposed to be a spare item on his body, but it looked far inferior in material and condition.
Chen Daolin shook his head, his eyes were a little dazed: "I don't know, it seems that there is some faint consciousness warning me that opening this box is never a good idea." ” Batia looked at Chen Daolin suspiciously, he walked to Chen Daolin's side, and stared at the box a few times.
The magician tried to open his mental power to probe, but there was no breath on the chest, and it didn't seem like it was hiding some dangerous magical power.
The box was like a stone, sitting there silently, without moving.
Without any power fluctuation, Bhatia's heart moved, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand, and his fingers gradually approached the box.
"If I were you, I would never touch it."
Behind him, a cold, emotionless voice came The two of them suddenly turned around, and saw that where the two of them had just appeared, a small figure stood there, with a body as transparent and crystal as jade, a delicate face without a trace of human emotion, and a pair of wings like elves Although his appearance changed, the voice was immediately recognizable to the two of them.
"You're that old servant," Bhatia's face turned miserable: "You, you're coming so fast." ” "You're just standing here now, and you're already guilty of blasphemy."
The old servant's voice was indifferent: "I should extract your souls, and then make them into ice crystals, and whip them at night, so that you can keep and suffer for a hundred years, which is the punishment you deserve." ” "Blasphemy, blasphemy" Bhatia's expression changed, staring at the old servant, and gasped, "You are using the divine power of the light system.
Now you are blasphemy again.
What are you, what is this, what is this place?"
There was a hint of a smile on the old servant's face, but there was no smile in his eyes that were as cold as jade, and this smile looked terrifying.
He looked at Bhatia quietly: "Actually, you should have guessed it, but because of the fear in your heart, you didn't dare to say it, right?"
"I, I" Bhatia's body suddenly trembled irrepressibly, his index finger trembled, and he pointed at the old servant: "You, you are you" "I've already said blasphemy."
The old servant sighed softly: "Yes, I am a loyal servant of the great goddess of light.
No, to be precise, I am the child of the great Goddess of Light, an immortal being created by the Goddess herself, who sent me to this place to guard the holy place here. ” At this point, he looked at Bhatia, "You may call me the Keeper and my other name: Angel. ” God, angels An angel created by the goddess of light Chen Daolin was stunned.
Bhatia seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes were dead and gray, as if he smiled bitterly, and looked around: "The holy place you said is this place, is" "It's a sacred place that belongs to the goddess, a realm of gods that don't allow mere mortal beings like you to snoop on."
The angel gently interrupted Bhatia's words: "Now, satisfying your curiosity, can you die in peace?"
He slowly raised a hand, gently stretched out his index finger, and the fingertips began to condense a trace of light, this light gradually solidified, as if a small round ball of light appeared on the fingertips Batia's face was miserable: "Pure, purifying light" To be continued: