In fact, when Ma Wen entered this space, the first thing he noticed was the throne.
— — It was like the most attractive pearl in the world. Although from the outside, the throne looked like a lump of iron covered in thorns, it had a mysterious aura.
A large number of corpses were scattered under the throne.
Ma Wen took a step forward and stepped on one of the bones.
Clatter!
The crisp sound of bones breaking resounded in the hall.
These corpses were left behind by people who knew how many years ago. It was already a miracle that they were not dried into ashes. After being stepped on by Ma Wen, they would naturally shatter.
In fact, Ma Wen did not mean to step on them.
The key was that the ground of this space was covered with a thick layer of corpses!
There was not a single inch of space left for people to walk on.
Perhaps the tyrant on the throne did not intend to let anyone disturb the peace of his corpse before he died.
After passing through the stone door, everything in front of the stone door seemed to have nothing to do with this space.
At least, Ma Wen could not hear any sounds of fighting.
The Black Knights did not catch up for a while.
In the space filled with corpses, only the crisp sound of Ma Wen's feet stepping on the bones could be heard.
Everything was so quiet and gave off a terrifying aura.
Only Ma Wen's willpower was strong and his courage was outstanding. He was not affected by fear at all.
If it was someone else, they would most likely hesitate.
Ma Wen's purpose for coming here was simple, it was for the Blade of Sodom.
To obtain the Blade of Sodom, he had to find the corpse of the Blood Emperor.
However, what made Ma Wen confused was, where was the corpse of the Blood Emperor?
He saw too many corpses and bones in this space, and saw many dusty weapons, but none of them could catch his eye.
The monk skill [Earth Sense] was greatly restricted in this special space. Ma Wen could only rely on his own eyes to see everything clearly.
In the guide from his previous life, there was no specific explanation on how to obtain the Blade of Sodom. It only vaguely mentioned that the Blood Emperor was the key.
Thus, Ma Wen walked towards the throne without hesitation!
The Bloody Throne's back was facing Ma Wen. He had a strange feeling in his heart. Didn't they say that the Bloody Emperor's corpse was left with the Bloody Throne?
"Why can't I see him?"
As he thought of this, he had already passed through a large pile of bones and circled to the side of the throne.
Behind him, a shallow path was forcefully stepped out.
The ground was covered with white bone powder.
At this moment, Ma Wen stopped in his tracks!
His eyes focused on the throne from the side!
The next second, his expression became a little stunned.
"This man … is the Bloody Emperor?"
He had indeed seen a corpse on the Bloody Throne!
However, this corpse was indeed a little different from the rest.
At least, it was beyond Ma Wen's expectations.
He had never thought that the only tyrant in Fernand's history to rule the Underdark was actually a deformed short man.
His bloodline was definitely that of a normal Underworld Human, but for some reason, he was unusually short. He was less than 1.5 meters tall!
This surprise only lasted for three seconds, and Ma Wen immediately laughed at himself.
"Who said that the Bloody Emperor was a tall man?"
"Who said that a short human can't be a tyrant of an empire?"
He was certain that the body lying on the throne was the Bloodlust Emperor.
Because he not only saw the pair of dark and dusty scimitars, but also a piece of blood-red jade.
[Imperial Blood Jade]. This was an item used by the Bloody Emperor to prove and inherit the identity of the emperor after he unified the Underdark. It was said that there was a shocking secret hidden in it.
Unfortunately, the underground world was always in turmoil. Since the sudden death of the Bloody Emperor, the empire immediately fell apart. The Underdark fell into turmoil and division again.
Without thinking too much, Ma Wen directly reached out to grab the pair of Blades of Sodom.
He had some admiration for this tyrant, but time was tight, and he didn't have much time to think.
The Black Knight was not far away, and it was best to grab the Blades of Sodom quickly.
His hand grabbed the back of a scimitar, and just as he was about to grab it forcefully —
At this moment, a withered hand suddenly grabbed the back of Ma Wen's hand!
Ma Wen was shocked!
Damn it, a corpse coming back to life?
…
"Scorched Earth Purgatory is really a wonderful place."
At the entrance of the tomb, Ccides said casually, "I heard that your master's head was cut off many years ago. Is his head back now?"
Black Hand frowned.
If Ccides had been testing him before, then this sentence was a blatant provocation.
As one of the nine ancient Archangels who founded the Nine Levels of Purgatory, Demon Lord Diros' power could not be underestimated. However, this scandal was a very taboo in Scorched Earth Purgatory.
In this world, not many people knew that Diros' head had always been enslaved by a terrifying family.
The Nine Levels of Purgatory had an alliance with each other back then. Otherwise, they would have been swallowed long ago when the Great Lords did not appear.
Now, Diros had returned.
However, only a few people knew that the current Diros was slightly different from the previous Archangel Diros.
Of course, this did not include Ccides.
He had long learned of the weakness of Scorched Earth Purgatory from the Abominable Lord and had always looked down on the people of Scorched Earth. As for this demon with a lowly bloodline, he could not even be bothered to look at him.
However, he had no way to enter the tomb. That damned liar had set up a trap for the demons. If he entered easily, he would most likely be left inside forever.
Thus, he could only stay outside with this lowly demon.
However, he could not act in the Demon City. Ccides was very unhappy, so he mocked him.
Compared to Ccides, Blackhand handled things much more calmly: "I will convey your intentions to my Lord on behalf of you."
Ccides narrowed his eyes. "Using Diros to threaten me? Who do you think you are! "
Black Hand said coldly, "I don't dare."
Ccides sneered. "Although I don't know what you're planning, in this world, there are not many people who know that liar better than me!"
"Is the Blade of Sodom so easy to obtain? Do you think he's dead and not leaving anything behind? "
Black Hand was silent. The other party was right. If there was anyone in this world who understood the Bloody Emperor the best, then that person would definitely be Ccides.
"What did he leave behind?" Black Hand's tone was a bit stiff.
Ccides narrowed his eyes and chuckled.
"Hero Spirit."
…
Hero Spirit? Are you kidding me?!
In fact, when this thought appeared in Ma Wen's mind, his first reaction was "Impossible!"
Something like a Hero Spirit could not be left behind by ordinary people.
In the long river of history, it was extremely difficult to have the qualifications and power to obtain the recognition of the plane's will, pass down one's spirit in another way, and escape the capture of the world of the dead.
Ma Wen had the inheritance of a Hero Spirit attached to him!
But that was the great Night Lord!
He was the ancient sage who led the most ancient humans out of the wilderness and established order. He was the true king.
The Bloody Emperor was very strong, but not a strong person could leave behind a Hero Spirit. There was no doubt about this.
But as the corpse bulged as if it was inflated, some dark flesh and blood began to emerge from the void, slowly filling the gaps between the bones.
The withered hand that was grabbing onto Marvin went from weak and powerless in the beginning to gradually becoming stronger. He had no choice but to accept this reality!
This was not a freaking corpse!
But it was a Hero Spirit possession that was even more terrifying than a corpse coming back to life!
At this moment, apart from cursing the author of the strategy in his previous life, all kinds of speculations about how the Bloody Emperor was able to leave behind a Hero Spirit had been swept away by him.
Because this had become a fact!
He quickly retracted his hand, and his figure flickered and jumped between the piles of bones!
His instinct told him to stay away from that throne!
His face was very ugly!
Although his Perception had been greatly weakened, the turbulent and terrifying sense of crisis still hit his psychological defense like a tide.
Hero Spirit possession was not a resurrection, just a part of the soul reattaching to the previous body.
Ma Wen never expected the tyrant to let him get the pair of divine weapons so easily, but if the test was a Hero Spirit, he would rather not enter this damned place!
He had seen the power of a Hero Spirit before.
Back then, he was not yet a legend, and with the help of the Night Lord's remnant Hero Spirit, he could kill the legendary Medeline!
Although there was also the credit of sneak attacks and surprise attacks, the terrifying power of the Hero Spirit also left a deep impression on Ma Wen.
And that was only a very, very small part of the Night Lord's Hero Spirit power. Most of his power was left in the stone tablet in the underground palace.
The power of the Nightwalkers' advancement was actually provided by the Night Lord's Hero Spirit.
And right now, he was very likely to face a fully recovered Hero Spirit.
That guy was the King of the Third Era, who was said to be able to kill the gods!
Thinking of this, a chill surged in Ma Wen's heart. He did not hesitate and turned to run!
He was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the stone door.
Just one more step and he would be able to escape.
But this step was like a moat.
Scarlet blood light fell from the sky, and Ma Wen's body stopped moving. Because at that moment, an inch in front of him, all the space was shattered!
Pa!
The sharp blade tore through the space, and the space fragments brushed past Ma Wen's face, leaving a scar on his forehead!
Blood flowed.
Intense pain.
Ma Wen quickly retreated.
The short corpse held the Blade of Sodom, and with a gurgling sound, it did not hesitate to attack!
Ma Wen smiled bitterly, but his will was still strong.
He turned around and pulled out Green Leaf, ready to fight.
Ding dong! Clang! Bang!
Three rounds, and under Ma Wen's disbelieving gaze —
Green Leaf …
It was broken!
…
He had to save up some scripts for the next few days, and release it in two days.
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