"An unimaginable ghost" Compared with the previous notes, these two lines of dark gray text are extremely heavy and sloppy, as if they are in a panic and dazed way through the cracks.
"What kind of monster can scare a legendary mage like this, and since he has time, why doesn't he leave, they should all have mastered the law of coordinate changes here" Lucian's expression did not change in the slightest, but he was analyzing all kinds of abnormalities in his heart.
To be able to keep a magic notebook for years without any signs of decay, and to create a unique secret room in the gray hall as a laboratory, Lucien is sure that the writer is a legendary magician, and such a character will not be frightened like this even if he encounters a god-like person, at most he will be desperate and depressed, begging for mercy and giving in, not dazed and frightened, like a child frightened by a ghost.
What kind of ghost is this?
Vaguely, Lucien felt that the mystery caused by this message was somewhat familiar to him, but he could rummage through his memory, but he didn't have the right experience.
Rhine held the puppet's arm and said as if tasting jewels: "This stand-in puppet is made in a unique way, as far as I know, only MacLeod understands, this should be his relic." ” He accentuated his tone on "relics".
"MacLeod, the alchemy king of the ancient magic empire, a legendary magician of the third order," Lucien repeated.
According to Viken and Adore, MacLeod is one of the legendary magicians who explored the necromantic realm such as Muskeline, and it seems that they did "disappear" here.
The reason why Lucien uses an approximate number instead of an exact number is because Viken does not record every member, and Adore only knows a few of the more famous ones, and the rest can only be guessed by inference, and the legendary magicians who "disappeared" in the ancient magic empire are obviously not all due to exploring the necromantic realm.
"From what I know, it's probably him."
Rhine's fingers rubbed over the arms of the pale green puppets painted with strange patterns.
Lucien smiled, "You are an observer, and you make judgments that are more accurate than mine. ” Rhine laughed, as if playing the piano, let his fingers tap lightly on the puppet: "This stand-in puppet is a rare legendary item, and it doesn't seem to be damaged, but MacLeod deliberately disassembled it and divided it into several parts, if you find them, you should be able to reassemble them completely." ” "After deliberately disassembling or reassembling completely, you can still get important information left by MacLeod."
Lucien said thoughtfully, this is a way to circumvent prophecy in the astrological system.
"We don't know how many doors there are, how many gray halls there are, and we don't know the exact coordinates of the different parts of McLeod's puppets, which may not be able to be found for tens of thousands of years."
Rhine handed over the puppet with a smile, "It's useless for me to keep it, you can take it for reference and analysis." ” Lucien was already interested in the special refining method of the "stand-in puppet" in the magic notebook, and it was something that could not be used, so he reached out and took it unceremoniously.
The five fingers of his right hand rested on the puppet, with a little force, but he did not move, and Rhine's right hand holding the puppet's arm was squeezed very tightly.
Lucien looked up at Rhine suspiciously, didn't he say it to himself Rhein looked at Lucien's blank expression, the corners of his mouth curled, and he said humorously: "Do you want to take it without saying thank you?"
As he spoke, Lucien saw his silver and clear eyes become hazy, like a cold and dreamy silver moon in the middle of the night, which made everyone's soul can't help but fall into it.
Lucien suddenly felt tired and wanted to sleep quietly.
Not good The vampire's talent for charm Why did Mr.
Rhein suddenly make a move The illusory and shattered voice of the mental barrier sounded in Lucian's soul, making him wake up a little, but those eyes were like the night sky shining with a silver moon, and people couldn't take their attention off it.
A faint "teleportation" glow illuminates, and the "Spell Trigger" is automatically cast when the soul is attacked.
At this moment, Rhine's right hand holding the puppet flicked slightly, and faint black ripples spread along the puppet to Lucian's hand, canceling out the magic fluctuations, making it impossible for Lucien to teleport and escape.
"Spell Sequence" and "Spell Sequencer" produced effects one after another, but they were all offset by Rhine's strange methods, his bright red mouth opened, two sharp teeth stretched out, and he bit Lucien like an elegant gentleman: "It's rude not to say thank you."
Suddenly, Lucian's eyes suddenly became clear, the moonlight bloomed, and Rhine's teeth suddenly bit on the illusory ripples, which made his expression freeze slightly, and at the same time, he felt that the puppet was light, and Lucian's right hand had been released.
Lucien only felt a faint coolness coming from the "Ring of Congus" in his left hand, which had a strong weakening ability to illusions, and effects such as spell triggering bought Lucien time "You're not Mr.
Rhine" Lucien held the Shield of Truth in his left hand and drew his silver-gray sword in his right hand.
Prior to this, even if Lucien was worried that Rhine would attack him for other reasons, he had never suspected that he was fake, whether it was the breath, or the blood origin induction, or the effect of the magic check, there was no doubt that he was the Observer Count Silvereye, but just now when Rhine used strange means to cancel spell triggers, spell sequencing and other magic, Lucien noticed a trace of abnormality.
"Rhine" suddenly withdrew his hand, jumped away at an extremely fast speed, dodged the attack of Lucian's Sword of Truth, and said with a smile: "The memory is the same, the appearance is the same, the blood is the same, the body is the same, why am I not Rhine, isn't this a sapient creature Meaningful everything" "You're that unimaginable ghost, devil."
Lucian's shield of truth stepped forward to block the sudden flash of the "Rhine" attack, his fingers spread out, his neatly trimmed nails glowing colder than a metal longsword, and he gripped at the shield fiercely.
With a squeak, a sore tickle of teeth, Lucien slashed out with a sword, and the silver-gray sword light slashed a gap in the wall of the secret room.
"Rhine" seemed to be unresponsive, but behind the sword light, only the phantom shattered, and then he flashed from the sky, leaping down like an eagle, his fingers sharp, and the wings of the bat behind him spread out, obscuring the dome.
"His speed is not much worse than the projection of the Lord of Hell, vampires are indeed a race known for their agility and speed, but their attack power seems to be insufficient, only the appearance of the second order of the legend, which is not enough to break the shield of truth."
Lucien calmly analyzed the situation, after the speed of "Rhine" unfolded, his figure was everywhere, and the will field that made Lucian's spiritual force field transform could not distinguish the true from the false at all, and could only resist with the shield of truth, but could not fight back with the sword of truth.
Dangdang, there were constantly silver-gray sword lights slashing on the walls of the gray haze, making a crisp and pleasant sound, creating deep cracks one after another.
Looking at these cracks, Lucien suddenly had an idea: "The secret room is not big enough, but it is strong" Lucian, the "Hellball", suddenly pronounced the incantation, and a ball of light as bright as the sun flew out of the "Grand Arcanist's robe" and hit the "Rhine", unsurprisingly dodged by him, and then crashed into the wall.
Thundered The sound waves swept through the chamber like substance, the green acid corroded the air, the silvery lightning turned the room into a forest of thunder and lightning, and the scorching flames burned everything, and the surroundings felt like a veritable hell.
No corner of the Chamber of Secrets could escape the damage of this scope, not even Lucien himself, but behind the Shield of Truth he seemed to be in another world.
In the "Hell" scene, one after another illusory figures were shattered, and the real body of "Rhine" appeared with a faint black aura.
"This is the opportunity" Lucien locked onto his true body, and slashed out with the sword of truth that was ready to be attacked.
The silver-gray sword light took on the shape of a crescent moon, slashing through the flames, cutting through the lightning, and slashing at the "Rhine" who had no time to dodge, slashing away the black qi around him and cutting him apart.
The illusory cracks destroyed every piece of flesh, but the corners of "Rhine" curled up, revealing a strange smile, and then pressed his right hand to his chest, bowing slightly, as graceful and calm as a musician exiting.
Silently, the body of "Rhine" completely collapsed and disappeared in place, and the puppet's arm fell to the ground with a snap.
When the horrors of the "Hellball" subsided, everything returned to calm, and the "Rhine" never appeared again.
Lucien was not careless, took the shield of truth, and carefully picked up the puppet arm, but he didn't find that there was information left by MacLeod on it, and at the same time, a deep doubt rose in his heart: "Although this ghost can truly change into other people, so that familiar people can't distinguish it, and it is easy to create strange assassinations, but its strength is only the second order of legends, and it is only stronger than me, why can it scare MacLeod and why can it make Maskelin and other legendary magicians disappear" "However, it also has a strange place, it has not completely fallen after being slashed by the Sword of Truth" Shaking his head, Lucien felt that this was full of mysteries, and that it was not something that his current self could explore.
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"Time flows more slowly here than outside, and the pursuers behind who should have come in have almost come in, and the effect of the Divine Favor Technique must have disappeared, and I can go back outside."
Lucien didn't want to take any more risks, so he calculated the current coordinates and the entrance coordinates according to the law of coordinate changes, looking for a way back.
At that moment, another black door creaked open.
Lucien looked over vigilantly, and the shield of truth in his hand was not put down, believing that it could block the first wave of attacks from all the powerhouses below the god-like level.
The door opened, and a familiar figure entered Lucian's line of sight, with long silver silky hair, a red coat, a black shirt, dark red blood stains on his chest, and lips that were paler than usual, as if he were rhine again "Hi Lucien, we're meeting again."
He smiled, and then his expression changed: "Hey, don't say hello with the sword of truth":