Finks was the first legendary expert in the history of the sphinxes who had won the submission of all the tribes and started the golden age of the sphinxes.
Although there were many people who were more powerful than Finks in the era when Finks was active, Finks was undoubtedly a legend, and Lucien was far from being able to compete with him right now. Also, Finks was "resurrected" after ten thousand years of "death". Lucien could not imagine what had happened to Finks at the moment.
Run! This was the first thought that popped up in Lucien's head!
This was also the only thought that a senior-rank sorcerer would have when facing a legend!
After he took two steps forward, Lucien's thoughts were rolling. Using all his willpower, he overcame his subconscious reaction and stopped himself from running away.
Run away? Where could he run to?
If he ran out directly, the level nine priest would definitely be alerted, and Finks would still be able to defeat him easily.
Sneak out? Was there enough time? Was he able to leave the mausoleum before Finks was completely "resurrected"?
Should he hide in the gap of the World of Souls? No, it was the projection of the mausoleum. The reason why Finks could be resurrected must be in there. That was the most dangerous direction right now!
Should he use the Space Jump Scroll that his teacher gave him to go back? Although this would mean that the mission had failed, and the magic circle in the palace and the rolling black gas were vaguely related to space, which might interfere with the jump and cause unexpected changes, it was the only feasible way to escape at the moment!
Without hesitation, Lucien took out the scroll and was about to activate it.
"I … have … slept … for … ten thousand … years … and … imprisoned … here … How … dare … you … disturb … me … You … are … seeking … death …" The voice of Finks, the King of Sphinxes, was full of evilness, as if a piece of rotten wood was slowly breaking.
Wait a second. Lucien suddenly noticed a word.
"Imprisonment"!
Finks was imprisoned here?
Its slumber and its resurrection were all things that it could not interfere with?
If that was the case, a imprisoned legend did not seem so invincible anymore. There was still a glimmer of hope!
Lucien's adventurous nature made his heart beat slower and slower. Holding the scroll in his left hand, he calmly sensed the recovery of the extremely evil power.
Too slow! The recovery of his strength was too slow! Since it wasn't a "normal resurrection", the growth of the evil aura was steady but abnormally slow!
Such a "resurrection" that had been prepared for more than ten thousand years could not be completed by a simple ritual and pressure!
"It will take at least 30 seconds to reach the Legendary level." Lucien didn't look like he was in a dangerous place at all. He indifferently judged the situation, then he chanted an incantation and superimposed "Brute Force" on himself. After buffering, he released "Bull's Strength". Finally, just to be safe, he took out a tube of "Fire Giant's Double Fist" potion and drank it.
Since this trip was quite dangerous, Lucien had exchanged a lot of materials and potions for setting up magic circles, and he had also used up all the extra arcana points he got from pawning his annuity to his teacher Fernando. However, as soon as they entered the Night Highland, Lucien had already used up a lot of materials to trap Count Vlad.
Lucien couldn't help but sigh. This was a war of money. Of course, compared to what he got from Rhein's treasury, the materials and potions he got were much less valuable.
As if his blood had turned into magma, Lucien's well-proportioned arms bulged, and there seemed to be dancing flames inside them.
"Twenty-one seconds left …" Lucien felt that his body had become extremely heavy, but he couldn't take any other potions that could improve his agility, balance, and reflexes. He had to cast the second-circle spell, Cat's Grace, again to make himself a bit lighter. A high-level potion like "Fire Giant's Double Fist" could not be taken twice in a row without the body of a Grand Knight, because the powerful magic power contained in the potion would be destructive to the body.
"Nineteen seconds, eighteen seconds …"
Holding the scroll in his mouth, Lucien took out an ordinary-looking longsword from his magic pouch and held the hilt tightly with both of his hands.
A warm feeling came back from the wooden hilt, and Lucien's fear, helplessness, and worry were all gone. What was left was his strong will.
"Audacious … mortal … I … will … make … you … my … eternal … slave … whether … alive … or … dead …" Finks's anger became more and more obvious. His confidence in his power and the joy of his "resurrection" were also clearly expressed in his sharp voice.
However, it still showed no sign of leaving the gold coffin or attacking Lucien.
It was in line with Lucien's speculation that Finks was "imprisoned".
Lucien wondered if Finks could get rid of the restraint when it recovered to the legendary level.
"Fifteen seconds, fourteen seconds … I have to leave five seconds to activate the scroll as a last resort."
Lucien sensed that the evil air was slowly recovering. Counting the seconds, he walked to the front of the gold coffin again with heavy steps.
"I … have … woken … up … from … sleep …" Finks' voice was getting louder and louder. The echoes and the surging black air were spreading out of the Saint's Gate.
"Twelve seconds, eleven seconds … Saying 'I'm back' at this moment sounds more like a legendary expert …" Even though Lucien was extremely calm, his mind was full of all kinds of weird thoughts, but he would not let them affect his judgment and actions.
On the gold coffin, the cover was pushed aside, and a layer of black air as dense as ink covered Finks' body. Lucien raised Pale Justice and slashed down with all his strength.
There was no bright light or shocking aura. The ordinary sword, with a slight metallic luster, hit the thick black air brutally.
Indescribable gentleness and firmness flashed by, and the black air quickly melted like snow under the sun, revealing the sphinx mummy lying inside.
The mummy was as tall as three sphinxes. On its head was a golden crown inlaid with sunstones and moonstones. Its face and body were covered with pure white bandages, and only a pair of narrow eyes were exposed. Inside the eyes, cold light was flashing.
"I … have … returned … from … death …"
Before it opened its mouth, a rumbling evil voice came out. However, before it could finish, Pale Justice had slashed at its face!
Pale Justice suddenly burst out a powerful aura. It was firm, persistent, orderly, fair, and never flinching!
"… Come … Ah!"
Finks let out a miserable cry. Under the attack of the sword, the pure white bandages were split open one after another, revealing the rotten and pale muscles underneath. The brown hair of the sphinx had turned into black filthy filaments.
"Ah!"
The rotten and pale muscles were cut open, and a stream of stinky yellow liquid flowed out. It quickly evaporated under the dull sword.
"Ah!"
In the third scream, countless tiny black beetles swarmed out of Finks' body. They gathered into a dense black cloud and blocked Pale Justice's attack.
The great rebounding force and the corrosion of the black gas made Lucien, who was holding the long sword, take three steps back. Its body was even harder than the hardest alloy of seven elements in the Congress! Was this the body of a legendary?
The black beetles fell down like raindrops. Finks' body lit up with black, white, and grey colors, and the golden coffin was filled up again.
The golden coffin was pulled back by some unknown force, and the golden coffin was closed again.
Everything became quiet again. The surging black air slowly rose and fell. Finks, who had just returned, became silent again.
When facing demons, demons, and spectres, Pale Justice was equal to a legendary weapon!
Lucien supported his body with Pale Justice. It seemed that he had used up all of his strength, but at least he managed to send Finks back to the world of the dead.
Without agility and balance, Lucien did not want to fight with a legendary at all. The reason why he was able to hit Finks was that Finks was confined in the golden coffin. After all, Pale Justice could only work when it was within the range of Lucien's sword.
Therefore, seeing that Finks had calmed down, Lucien no longer tried to push the golden coffin away.
"Who confined Finks? Why did they confine it? Why was it resurrected? "
Lucien had a lot of questions, but now was not the time to ask. He had to leave as soon as possible.
When Lucien was about to turn around, he suddenly remembered what Finks said earlier. He slightly bowed to Finks, "The king has returned from his slumber."
"Please go back to sleep."
… …
Under Prince Dracula's gaze, the grand priest, who was praying outside the Saint's Gate, could not help but lie on the ground. Although he had been calm for a long time, he still could not stop his soul and body from trembling.
When he was relieved from the pressure, he immediately sensed that the black air behind the Saint's Gate was moving strangely. It seemed that the black air was hugging or cheering for something.
"What's going on?" The grand priest looked up and suddenly sensed something. He turned around and saw a skinny sphinx wearing a golden crown and countless black feathers on the back of his head flying towards him at a high speed.
"Your Excellency Hrotos." The grand priest lowered his head and saluted in panic.
This was none other than Hrotos, a Divine Priest and a level nine expert.
The hair on Hrotos's face had turned slightly white. He said seriously, "Just now, a horrifying legendary power passed by. I'm afraid that the great king's sleep might be disturbed."
Suddenly, he looked at Askar, who was still standing by the gate. He was in sharp contrast to Inke, who was lying on the ground next to him.
"It's an illusion! Someone sneaked into the Saint's Gate!" Hrotos immediately recognized that it was an illusion.
The grand priest cast his talent spell in shock and confusion. Starlight flashed in his eyes, and he finally realized that Askar was just an illusion!
"Someone sneaked into the Saint's Gate!" He blurted out.
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