The cave where the altar was located was quiet and crystal clear. Most of the seawater had been frozen into ice, and the Dark Blue Guards who were guarding the altar were frozen on the spot. Some of them were holding tridents, and some were holding coral staves. Their postures were different, and their scales were clearly visible. They looked like the most delicate and delicate statues.
Only the seawater around the altar was protected from the frost by the supernatural power. Stepping on the bright red coral, Lucien walked to the front of the seawater that was obviously different from the seawater around him. He reached out his hand and pressed it on the wall-like interface between the two kinds of seawater.
As he chanted the incantation, a complex magic array structure appeared in this layer of deep blue seawater. Mysterious and strange runes continuously flowed around the magic array.
According to Rhein's description, it would take Lucien at least three to four minutes to crack the trap inside the altar carefully. However, at this moment, Lucien did not care about it at all. Following the changes of the spell, he made some complicated gestures. With the help of the gestures, Lucien's spiritual power spread out and opened the defense circle directly.
Woo! The red coral around the altar suddenly let out an ear-splitting noise, and the ripples were echoing in the cave where the altar was located.
Normally, the grand priest who was guarding the altar not far away from the altar would have sensed the alarm and come to deal with the enemy. However, the surroundings were still silent and cold. Because Branhit was trapped in Thanos' maze, he could not do anything even if he sensed what was going on. The other powerful murlocs were also leading the hunting team outside and did not notice the anomaly at all.
Therefore, Lucien easily passed through the seawater and stepped on the altar made of precious Wave Stones.
Although the operation just now was a little risky, it was still simpler and safer than painstakingly thinking of a way to move the high priest away from the altar for four to five minutes. After all, if he discovered that someone was trying to open the altar, the high priest would definitely not be careless and let his subordinates, the Dark Blue Guards, take action. For most intelligent creatures, one was slow and the other was urgent. Two different situations naturally led to two different ways of dealing with things.
Also, if Lucien could not paralyze the high priest and make him activate the altar, Lucien, who had already snuck into the altar, was confident that he could break out from the inside of the altar. It must be noted that the level seven Kuo-toan high priest did not have any divine power from the sleeping God of Ocean, and he had to rely on his own talent to cast spells. He did not know a lot of spells at all, so he was rather lacking in means. If Lucien was prepared in advance, even if he could not trap the high priest with Sun Staff, he could at least escape before the altar was fully activated.
For a Magician, knowing the opponent's magic ability in advance and making the corresponding preparations could greatly increase their combat power. They could even kill opponents of a higher level.
There was a deep blue pool in the center of the altar, and a tall murloc statue stood in it. Other than the pool under its feet, there was no water in the surroundings.
Lucien looked at Amboula up and down. Amboula, the God of Ocean, had six arms, each holding a trident. Lucien smiled and shook his head. Amboula still had the primitive aesthetics of religion.
Without wasting any time, Lucien cast Brute Force on himself and drank a bottle of magic potion. Holding Pale Justice with a wooden gauntlet in one hand, Lucien took out the dirty blood ball from his storage pouch and put it in the pool. The blood ball quickly melted and dyed the dark blue "holy water" the color of rust.
Lucien stood up and began to cast a long spell in front of the statue. The seawater around him was slightly trembling.
As the trembling became more and more intense, the rust-like "holy water" soon spread all over the statue of Amboula, covering it with a layer of blood.
It was not until then that Lucien, wearing Sun's Corona, sensed that there were two twisted space cracks inside the statue of the God of Ocean. One of them belonged to the World of Souls, which he had expected, while the other one was pale and emitted a strong sense of death. However, it was also warm, which gave Lucien a feeling of familiarity and strangeness.
Lucien was in the middle of casting the spell, so he had no time to think. He tried his best to concentrate.
As the spell came to an end, the blood was absorbed into the statue, and the "holy water" was getting clearer and clearer. Suddenly, the six arms of the tall statue of Amboula started to move, and an extremely powerful vibe came down from nowhere.
After finishing the last sentence of the spell, Lucien felt that he had fallen into an illusionary world. In a cold, black, white, and gray space with his right eye, he saw a ten-meter-tall murloc lying in a pale pool quietly. The murloc's eyes were tightly closed, and the scales all over its body had lost their color, as if it was already dead. Even so, Lucien still felt heavy pressure just by looking at the murloc in such an illusionary way, as if the murloc was sacred.
In his left eye, Lucien saw a desolate land where countless undead creatures wandered.
In the middle of the desolate land, there was a palace built with huge bones. It seemed to become transparent as Lucien stared at it. Surrounded by wandering wraiths, ghosts, skulls, and corpses, an illusory monster in a black robe appeared. It held a long scythe in its hand, and its face was only covered by a layer of dried and decayed skin. It looked like a skeleton, and its eyes were pale and empty, without a trace of vitality.
The monster slightly turned its head, and its eyes seemed to cross the layers of space and collided with Lucien's eyes.
A strange coldness came from inside his body. Lucien felt that an uncontrollable numbness quickly spread all over his body, and his vitality was flowing out like a tide. At this rate, Lucien believed that it would only take seven or eight seconds for him to become a rotten corpse.
However, except for his soul that could still think, his body and spiritual power were completely paralyzed, and he could not break free at all.
At this time, a warm and gentle power suddenly flowed into Lucien's body from his left hand and chest, and the numbness and coldness quickly faded away.
When Lucien could move again, he could not help but tremble a little. Suddenly, the illusory world in front of him and the creepy scene in front of his eyes all disappeared. He was still in the Wave Stone altar, still in the lifeless statue of Amboula, and still in the dark blue pool. It was as if what he had just seen and done had never happened.
"Was that the Skeleton Wasteland?" Lucien's knowledge of demonology was not bad, so he soon recognized the wasteland. "That's Apmos, one of the Demon Lords? Hasn't he been missing for thousands of years? "
Apmos ruled the Skeleton Wasteland on the 123rd level of the Abyss. He had many titles, such as "Lord of the Undead", "Life Reaper", and "Lord of the Dead".
Shaking his head in confusion, Lucien started to clean up the traces left by himself. Then he left the altar and turned back into an ordinary polluted fish. Quietly, he swam away until he was far away, and then he turned invisible and flew away at a high speed.
Three minutes later, Lucien was already far away from the polluted area. Then he thought to himself in disbelief and amusement.
Lucien found it hard to believe that every time he did something before, there were always twists and turns, and there were even some very dangerous changes. He had never snuck into the murloc's altar so smoothly before.
Lucien thought to himself, "Sometimes things go well, sometimes things go well, sometimes things go wrong. If I always run into bad things, I'll think that I'm haunted by bad luck."
… …
In the dark night sky, countless bright stars were shining.
When Branhit, the high priest of the Kuo-tao murloc, flew to one of the stars, he found that it was not a real planet, but an incomplete star chart, which was extremely complicated.
Branhit's breath became heavy, as he realized that this was the most vicious maze spell he had ever encountered.
Although Branhit himself was not very good at spells, he had lived for a long time and had seen a lot of things. He knew that a normal maze spell would twist the space and construct a complicated maze. As long as the person trapped in the maze could find a way out, he or she would be able to leave in advance. However, mazes that could transform the maze into mazes in other aspects, such as this maze. The path was very simple, and there was no need to search for it. As long as the person could complete the incomplete star chart, he or she would be able to leave.
For most powerful people, this was the most vicious type of maze spell. Because they did not know anything about star charts. If they wanted to get out, they had to be stronger than the caster and break the maze with brute force, or wait for the maze spell to run out, which usually took three to fifteen minutes.
"Ah!"
Two minutes later, Branhit let out a painful roar. His eyes were filled with anger, and he wished that he could tear this incomplete astrological map into pieces. Just now, he had suffered a severe blow to his intelligence.
If he knew that Lucien had been planning to develop a series of vicious mazes when he reached the eighth or ninth circle, such as Evans' Maze of Math, Lucien 'Maze of Brainteasers, Evans' Maze of Paradox, and Lucien's Palace of Riddles, Branhit would have regretted that he did not help the people in advance.
Three minutes later, Branhit watched the stars disappear and the night sky shatter in desperation.
"It's over. The altar must have been destroyed. Moreover, the royal family will never admit it."
Without the help of the altar, I would not have been able to defeat that senior-rank sorcerer. The items he had were too good.
"Could it be the equipment that the prince lent him?"
He still thought that Lucien was a murloc, because he could not tell that it was a transformation.
The space changed, and Branhit was back in the cave. When he looked around in sorrow, he found that the frost had already melted. Apart from a few seriously injured ones, none of the Blue Protectors were injured. They all looked around in confusion, as if they were surprised that they were still alive.
"What's going on?"
Branhit hurriedly looked at the altar, but he did not see anything. It was as if nothing had happened, and no senior-rank murloc sorcerer had ever broken in.
Branhit checked the altar again and found nothing strange. He looked at the guards in confusion and murmured to himself, "What is he trying to do by breaking in here?"
If it were not for the moaning of the heavily injured Blue Guards, Branhit would have thought that he was hallucinating.
The murloc sorcerer who was also defrosted hesitated, "Maybe … Maybe he went to the wrong place and left."
"Went to the wrong place?"
Branhit glared at the murloc mage. Although he didn't want to believe this ridiculous reason, he couldn't think of a better one. That senior-rank mage arrogantly froze all the Dark Blue Guards in the cave, and after trapping the only seventh-circle mage, he left without doing anything. He just left …
… …
After a few days, Lucien successfully flew back to the port and re-entered the Night Highland from the castle of a noble from the Duchy of Calais. Then, he secretly kidnapped a vampire viscount and transformed into his viscount's appearance. Under the pretext of collecting materials, he entered the Dark Mountain Range through the space node guarded by another vampire marquis. Since he always used the space node as Noor, Lucien would never use the space node in the projection of Rhein's castle again, Prince Dracula must be keeping a close watch on that place.
Lucien turned into a vampire bat and followed the safe route that Rhein told him. Avoiding all kinds of powerful dark creatures, he quietly approached the Observer's Castle in the distance.
Two days later, the Observer's Castle appeared in front of Lucien's eyes from afar.
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