Hrotos opened his mouth and let out a furious roar. At the same time, he pointed his golden staff at the Saint's Gate.
Dazzling golden lines quickly appeared on the grayish-white stone texture, forming the shape of a strange beetle.
Suddenly, the Saint's Gate burst out the light like a small sun. The light was so bright that the high priest's eyes were filled with tears, and he was temporarily blinded.
In the dazzling light, the Saint's Gate slowly opened. The rolling black smoke was suppressed, and the "waves" soon calmed down.
… …
Lucien, who was about to vaporize, was alerted by the Saint's Gate. Did the Saint's Gate notice that something was wrong in the palace? Or did the Saint's Gate come to check because of Prince Dracula?
No matter what the reason was, Lucien had no doubt that the Saint's Gate could see through his shadow. Lucien knew that his existence was no longer a secret!
Should he activate the level nine scroll? Lucien held Pale Justice in one hand and the trigger scroll given by Fernando in the other.
When he was making up his mind, Lucien looked around the palace. Suddenly, he saw the golden coffin of Finks, the King of Sphinxes.
There was no need to waste such a precious scroll.
The Saint's Gate slowly opened, and the dazzling light shone in.
Holding the level-nine scroll in his left hand, Lucien took out another object from his magic pouch. There was a cross in the middle of the object, surrounded by the rays of the sun. It was Maskelyne's amulet, Sun's Corona!
Now that Finks was sleeping again, hiding in the gap of the World of Souls was no longer that dangerous.
The warm and gentle waves of the divine power spread all over Lucien's body. The coldness in Finks' palace was pushed aside, and the strong power of the World of Souls came from the golden coffin.
A light black gap stood above the coffin, as if there was a sharp sword hanging above Finks' head.
Holding Pale Justice, Sun's Corona, and Jump Scroll, Lucien rushed to the gap that was about three steps away from him.
The Saint's Gate was completely open, and the black smoke was completely gone. Hrotos, the Saint's Gate, walked in with his golden staff. His spirit covered the entire palace, but there was no one there.
"Damn blasphemer!" Hrotos' terrifying lion roar caused the mausoleum to tremble slightly. The sphinxes outside the camp prostrated themselves on the ground again.
Although there was no one around, he did feel the presence of a stranger. Therefore, he subconsciously thought that the intruder had escaped, which was why he was so angry.
Holding the golden staff high, Hrotos let out a strange roar. One of his eyes became as bright as the sun, and the other as bright as the Silver Moon.
In these strange eyes, scenes began to appear one after another. There was the scene of the mysterious hooded man walking through the black gas, the blurry scene of him raising his sword and fiercely slashing at the golden coffin, and the strange scene of him pouncing forward and space beginning to distort.
Ninth-circle spell, Retrospective Vision!
Due to the interference of many external forces, Hrotos could not get rich details. The images were blurry and very simple, but it did not stop him from recognizing the damned man who desecrated the ancestor's corpse and his main purpose in coming here.
He wanted to stop the resurrection of the great King Finks!
"Your Excellency Hrotos, where are the intruders that should be torn apart?" The high priest mustered up his courage and asked.
"He has already escaped. He seems to be equipped with senior-rank scrolls or items that can make space jump." Hrotos' voice was so cold that it seemed to come from the silent hell. "He wanted to destroy the body of the great King of Sphinxes and stop his resurrection in the future."
"Then …?" The high priest was shocked.
"The power of the great King is not something that a bug like him can imagine." Hrotos stared straight at the golden coffin. "I can still feel that the great King is watching us. I can still feel his overwhelming power."
After that, Hrotos raised his staff and began to trace the intruder with the help of the remaining air and the palace.
When the sun was shining, Hrotos' golden staff suddenly dimmed down. He said in fear, "He's not in this world? No, I can vaguely feel him, but it's so vague that I can barely capture his trace! "
The world he was talking about was the main material world and all the known alternate dimensions.
… …
After jumping through the thick curtain of the gap of the World of Souls, Lucien sensed the familiar lifeless solidification. The brilliant world was only left with black, white, and gray.
This was a mausoleum palace without any other colors. Its shape was basically the same as the outside world, as if it was Finks' residence.
However, on the gray "gold" coffin, there were many reddish-brown lines that looked like spider silk, which extended to every node of the magic circle in the palace.
The reddish-brown lines were very dim, but compared with the pale black and gray around, they were so bright that Lucien could not ignore them at all. Above the gray coffin, there was also a bloodstained, rust-colored light ball floating. It was beating like a heart, and its color was also very bright. Lucien had a very weird feeling.
Closing his eyes, Lucien found that the light ball was not in his spiritual power field! When he looked at it, the light ball was so ethereal, as if it did not exist here at all. It could not be touched, found, or approached!
There seemed to be a lot of things that were constantly changing inside the light ball.
"What is this light ball? Those lines seem to be drawing the power of Finks. " Lucien was both curious and surprised. He tried very hard to resist the urge to study it here. Who knew if the blessed priests would find the gap of the World of Souls? Who knew if Sun's Corona would attract the attention of the leadership of the World of Souls? Who knew if there would be senior-rank spectres patrolling here? He had to leave as soon as possible!
In order not to trigger Finks' recovery and ruin Rhein's plan, Lucien reluctantly gave up the idea of collecting a reddish-brown line and stimulating the rust-colored light ball with magic. After putting away Pale Justice and deactivating the spell that increased his power, Lucien cast layers of defense on himself and pushed open the gray gate.
There was no level eight or nine spectres here, because the blessed priests and the senior priests could all build their own mausoleums!
Outside the gate, there were also two sphinxes, but they were the "Underworld Guards" whose bodies were covered in gray bandages.
Striding forward, they let out silent screams and attacked Lucien coldly and rigidly.
Lucien calmly touched the amulet of Sun's Corona that was already on his chest, and a sacred aura immediately spread out like waves.
Affected by the warm light, the two "Underworld Guards" froze where they were. Then, as if they had been washed away by thousands of years, the two "Underworld Guards" turned into dust.
The level six divine spell, Immortal Return!
Lucien kicked the ground and rushed down the mausoleum. The aura of Immortal Return around him was surging like waves.
Sensing the changes around the gate, and sensing the light that was incompatible with their own power, the mausoleum was instantly seething.
In the frozen picture of black, white, and gray, the guards of the underworld raised their halberds and charged at Lucien together with the dense black beetles that covered the walls and corridors.
The two completely different "waves" crashed into each other, and the mausoleum was slightly shaking. Then, the invisible light passed through the black and gray waves.
As the waves of light passed by, the grayish-white Netherworld Guards collapsed one after another, turning into dust. The black beetles emitted wisps of smoke, silently and completely dying.
Following the spacious corridor that had been purified, Lucien quickly passed through many dark corridors and reached the exit of the mausoleum.
Suddenly, a tall Netherworld Guard, whose eyes were shining with pale light, lunged at Lucien from the corner with a giant sword and a halo of death around it.
Lucien did not dodge. When the Underworld Guard's giant sword hit him, and when his defense was cut open, he activated Sun's Corona.
A magnificent and sacred beam of light descended from the sky and completely enveloped the Underworld Guard who was trying to dodge the attack. Black spots appeared and quickly evaporated.
When the beam of light disappeared, there was only a deep pit left on the ground. The bottom and the surroundings of the pit were all traces of the vaporization.
Level eight divine spell, Sunburst!
Seizing the opportunity, Lucien rushed out of the mausoleum and saw the World of Souls. The sky was always gray and the desert was messy.
"The hidden magic circles and the reddish-brown lines seem to be absorbing the power of Finks. Mr. Rhein's arrangement seems to be stealing the power for himself."
"Then who set it up in the first place?"
Lucien quickly glanced through the mausoleum, and with his profound knowledge of magic circles, he figured out a possibility. "But what is that rust-colored light ball?"
For some reason, Lucien could not get the light ball out of his mind.
Without wasting any time, Lucien chose the bloodline of the most common undead creature in the World of Souls and activated the transformation mask. He started to look for another exit of the World of Souls.
… …
Gusta Empire, Marlin Province, Viscount Nuer's castle.
Viscount Nuer closed the door and activated the defense trap. Then, he walked into the secret chamber in his study.
Inside the secret chamber, beautiful women of different ages, dressed in different styles of clothing, lay there quietly. Their faces were rosy, as if they were in a deep sleep.
Viscount Nuer stared at them passionately, as if he were appreciating a piece of art. Then, he reached out his right hand and touched the face of a little girl who was about thirteen or fourteen years old.
"They will never understand that only corpses are the most beautiful existences. Intelligent women will always betray, be unfaithful, and make trouble for no reason. Only corpses are perfect! The cold touch, the loose muscles, these are all arts that they would never be able to imagine in their entire lives. "Viscount Nuer muttered to himself with burning eyes.
After he was turned into a member of the Blood Clan by a vampire countess, he gradually developed a disgusting hobby — necrophilia. He was so obsessed with corpses that he could not think or move. Therefore, he was strongly despised by the other vampires. He had no choice but to hide in human society and enjoy his life with the help of his identity as an heir.
Suddenly, he sensed a slight wave of vibration. Then, to his horror, he found that his whole body was frozen. Through the mirror in front of him, he saw a mysterious man in a black robe standing at the door.
"What … do … you … want … to … do …" Nuer's throat was so stiff that he could only say one word.
Nuer was very scared. He knew that he was frozen by a third-circle necromancer, and the man must be a senior-rank sorcerer!
Lucien said in disgust, "I'm only here to borrow some blood and let you sleep for a while. But now, it seems that …"
"Let me borrow your head."
After leaving the World of Souls through another crack, Lucien had been searching for vampires who lived alone or mixed in the human society with Rhein's guidance. When Prince Dracula was searching for Rhein, it was the best choice for Lucien to turn into another vampire and return to the Night Highland. After all, Lucien had just left the Night Highland.
"No!" Nuer screamed in fear, but his stiff throat could only make a long and slow sound.
Nuer and the dead bodies behind him were drowned by an invisible light.
…
In Antiffler, the Holy Helvetic Empire, the most magnificent city in the world.
Standing in a corner, Beaulac Van Anjou, a direct member of the Gorse family, was looking at the tall city wall that was built in ancient times to prevent the invasion of the giants. His eyes were gloomy, and his face was gloomy.
"Mr. Beaulac, let's go." A slim man in a black robe came to him.
Beaulac looked at him and nodded slightly, "Giz, I hope we can find something useful this time."
"Don't worry, Mr. Beaulac. The old duke can still live for a long time." Giz smiled and looked at the frustrated and anxious "client" in front of him.
As one of the most influential families in the Holy Helvetic Empire, the Gorse family still had two golden Knights, and they controlled their own Gorse Knight Order. Since the only son of the old duke, the former heir, had passed away when he was still young, Beaulac, who had a good bloodline, became a strong contender for the position of heir. However, Arthen, a level three Knight, still had not awakened his Blessing power yet.
Beaulac clenched his fists as he thought of Arthen's arrogant face, the flattering nobles around him, and the noble girls and young ladies that he slept with all changed their attitude toward him after Arthen became a grand knight, but he still couldn't find his direction. Beaulac felt so humiliated that he couldn't help but clench his fists.
I have to become a Knight! I have to become the duke of the Gorse family! I have to make those who abandoned me regret!
After a long struggle, Beaulac finally decided to go to the black market in Antiffler to look for some magic items to help him improve his family's potion.
Led by Giz, Beaulac and Beaulac soon entered an ordinary-looking villa with a spacious basement. This was the biggest underground black market in Antiffler.
Beaulac was getting more and more disappointed as he picked up the items one after another.
Suddenly, he saw a white-haired old man walking toward him.
"Young man, I've seen your fate from the crystal ball. Do you want to know?" The mysterious old man in a black robe smiled.
Beaulac's pupils suddenly constricted, and he looked at the crystal ball in the old man's hand. How could a sorcerer show up in the black market?
"I don't believe that fate is predestined. Everything is a gift from God." Beaulac would never believe a sorcerer who came directly to him. There must be something wrong!
The old man in the black robe did not mind at all, "It's okay. Fate is always changing. If you are really desperate, don't forget to come to me."
After that, the old man in the black robe left directly.
Beaulac shook his head and kept searching. It was the ninth time that he came to the black market. He believed that nine was the best number, and if he missed this chance, the possibility of finding magic items would be smaller and smaller.
Gradually, he became more and more disappointed, and his heart sank.
Was there no hope for him to defeat Arthen? Beaulac was so frustrated that he felt that all the colors on his body had faded away.
"Mr. Beaulac, didn't the astrologer say that you can find him when you are desperate?" Of course, Giz hoped that his biggest client would be the Gorse Duke.
Beaulac gritted his teeth and stayed silent for a while. Finally, he made up his mind and walked to the old man in the black robe, "Please help me."
The old man in the black robe smiled and rubbed the crystal ball, making it very dark inside.
When the crystal ball was shining, the old man looked at Beaulac and said, "Your fate is about to take a big turn."
"What turn?" Beaulac asked nervously.
The old man said slowly, "I can only tell that the turning point is in the remote villa left by your father, after the darkness falls."
Remote villa? How could he know that?
That remote villa was the private property left by Beaulac's father. Since it used to be a place where he kept his mistress, no one had ever told anyone about it.
Beaulac paid two Quintal and turned around to leave. After a few steps, he subconsciously looked back, only to find that the old man in the black robe was already gone.
In the black market, the old man in the black robe was nowhere to be seen.
"Where did he go?" Beaulac and Giz looked at each other, their eyes full of fear and expectation.
…
Night fell. In the remote villa, Beaulac dismissed all the servants and tried to find the turning point crazily, but to no avail.
"Where is the turning point? Where is it?" Beaulac murmured to himself in his study. It was almost midnight, and the Silver Moon was hanging high in the sky.
When he was about to lose all hope, he suddenly saw a Silver Moon shining on the portrait left by his father.
Under the Silver Moon, Beaulac clearly saw that his father's right index finger was pointing at the inside of the portrait. It was not easy to see, but it was very twisted.
Inside?
Inside?!
Beaulac jumped up and took out the painting from the frame. He groped carefully and finally found a piece of parchment behind the painting.
When he saw the parchment, Beaulac suddenly remembered his father's words when he was a kid: "When you are in the most desperate situation, come to this portrait and draw strength from it."
Beaulac could only vaguely remember that there was such a thing. Therefore, without any doubt, he opened the parchment with great excitement.
A folded piece of paper fell out of the parchment. Unfolding it, Beaulac saw his father's familiar handwriting.
"Beaulac, when you are in the most desperate situation, you can consider using this contract, but never sell your soul to the demons, and never rely on it."
Breathing heavily, Beaulac moved his eyes to the parchment. On the parchment, there were some words written in the ancient Sylvanas Empire:
"The rule of demons: If you want something, you have to pay the price!"
"Do you accept it?"
Biting his lips, Beaulac gripped the parchment tightly. After quite a while, he finally nodded heavily, leaving a blood mark on the parchment.
On the bottom of the parchment, a line of words that Beaulac did not understand appeared:
"If you are willing to sign the contract, please follow the following steps to summon the most powerful demon:
"When midnight comes, light a white candle in front of a mirror, and peel an apple in front of the mirror with your hair down.
"If you peel the apple from the beginning to the end and the candle does not go out, you will successfully summon the demon!"
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