"… An unimaginable ghost …"
Compared to the previous notes, the two lines of dark gray words were heavily written, as if panic and confusion were leaking out from the gaps of the words.
"What kind of monster could scare a legendary sorcerer like that? Also, why didn't he leave when he had the time? They must've grasped the pattern of the coordinate changes in this place … "Lucien's face did not change at all, but he was analyzing the anomalies in his heart.
Lucien was certain that the writer of the note was a legendary sorcerer who could keep the magic notebook intact after so many years when nobody was looking after it, and who could establish a unique chamber in the gray hall as a laboratory. Such a person wouldn't have been so scared even if they ran into a demigod. They would've been desperate and frustrated at best, but they wouldn't have been scared like a child who was scared by a ghost.
What kind of ghost was it exactly?
Vaguely, Lucien felt that the creepiness caused by the message was somewhat familiar to him. However, he could not recall any experience that matched it.
Holding the arm of the puppet, Rhein said as if he were appreciating a piece of jewelry, "The way to make such a stand-in puppet is very unique. As far as I know, McLeod is the only one who understands it. This should be his legacy."
He emphasized the word "legacy".
"McLeod, the King of Alchemy of the Ancient Magic Empire, a level-three legendary sorcerer?" Lucien repeated.
According to Viken and Adol's files, McLeod was one of the legendary sorcerers who explored the World of Souls, including Maskelyne. It seemed that they did 'go missing' in this place in the end.
Lucien used the approximate number instead of the exact number because Viken did not record every member, and Adol only knew the few who were relatively famous. The rest could only be speculated. The legendary sorcerers who went missing in the Ancient Magic Empire obviously did not all go missing because of the exploration of the World of Souls.
"Based on the files I know, it's probably him." Rhein touched the bright green arm of the puppet that was full of weird patterns with his long fingers.
Lucien smiled. "You are an observer. Your judgment is more accurate than mine."
Rhein chuckled and tapped the puppet with his fingers as if he were playing the piano. "This puppet is a rare one-time legendary item. Also, it doesn't seem to be damaged at all. McLeod must've dismantled it on purpose. If we can find all of them, we should be able to reassemble it."
"Deliberately opened it? Perhaps we can obtain important information left behind by McLeod after we reassemble it, "Lucien said thoughtfully. This was a way to avoid prophecies in the school of astrology.
"There's no telling how many doors and grey halls there are here. We don't know the specific coordinates of the different parts where McLeod stored the puppets. We might not be able to find them even after thousands of years." Rhein smiled and handed the puppet over. "I have no use for it. You can take it for reference."
Lucien had been interested in the special production method of 'puppet substitute' in his magic notebook in the first place, and since it was incomplete and unusable, he accepted it without hesitation.
He put his right hand on the puppet and exerted some strength, but it did not move at all. Rhein's right hand that was holding the puppet's arm tightly.
Lucien raised his head and looked at Rhein in confusion. Didn't he say that he was going to give it to him?
Looking at Lucien's confusion, Rhein curled his lips and said humorously, "You want to take it away without saying thank you?"
As he spoke, Lucien saw that his silver eyes became hazy, like the cold and dreamy Silver Moon in the middle of the night. Everybody's soul could not help but be trapped in it.
Lucien suddenly felt exhausted and wanted to sleep in peace.
Not good!
It was the vampires' talent, Charm!
Why did Mr. Rhein suddenly attack?
The sound of the mental barrier breaking echoed in Lucien's soul, which slightly woke him up. However, Rhein's eyes were like the night sky under the Silver Moon, and it was impossible for Lucien to move his attention away.
The vague light of 'Short-Distance Teleportation' lit up, and 'Spell Trigger' was automatically activated when the soul was under attack.
At this moment, Rhein's right hand that was holding the puppet slightly flicked. Vague black waves spread out from the puppet to Lucien's hand, canceling out the magic waves and making it impossible for Lucien to teleport away.
The effects of 'Spell Order' and 'Spell Sequencer' were triggered one after another, but they were all canceled out by Rhein's weird method. Rhein opened his red mouth, and two sharp teeth came out, biting at Lucien elegantly like a gentleman.
"It's very impolite not to say thank you."
Suddenly, Lucien's eyes became clear, and the moonlight bloomed. Rhein's teeth bit the illusionary waves, which made his face slightly frozen. At the same time, he felt that the puppet was lighter, and Lucien's right hand had been released.
Lucien felt that vague coolness came from the 'Congus Ring' on his left hand incessantly. It could greatly weaken illusions, and the effects of 'Spell Trigger' had bought Lucien some time!
"You're not Mr. Rhein!" Lucien held the Shield of Truth in his left hand and drew out the silver longsword in his right hand.
Before this, Lucien had never suspected that Rhein was fake even though he was worried that he would attack him for other reasons. The air, the sense of the Origin of Blood, and the effect of magic examination all proved beyond a doubt that he was Silver-Eye Count the Observer. However, when Rhein canceled out 'Spell Order' and 'Spell Trigger' through weird methods, Lucien sensed something unusual.
'Rhein' suddenly retracted his hand and jumped away quickly, dodging the attack of Lucien's Sword of Truth. He chuckled, "The memories are the same, the appearance is the same, the blood is the same, and the body is the same. Why am I not Rhein? Isn't that everything meaningful for an intelligent creature? "
"You are the unimaginable ghost, the devil." Lucien raised the Shield of Truth in front of him and blocked the attack of 'Rhein' who suddenly appeared. He opened his fingers, and his neatly trimmed fingernails, emitting coldness that was even colder than the metal longsword, scratched the shield brutally. Creak.
In the teeth-aching scratching sound, Lucien slashed out his sword, and the silver light of the sword left a gap on the wall of the secret chamber.
'Rhein' did not seem to react at all, but when the light of the sword hit him, only his shadow was broken. Then, he blinked from the high sky and jumped down like an eagle. His fingers were sharp, and the bat wings on his back were unfolded, covering the dome.
"His speed is almost as fast as the projection of the Lord of Hell. Vampires are indeed a race best known for their agility and speed, but their attack power seems to be insufficient. They are only level-two legendary, which is not enough to break the Shield of Truth at all." Lucien analyzed the situation calmly. After 'Rhein' sped up, his shadow was everywhere. Lucien could not tell the difference at all. He could only resist the attack with the Shield of Truth and could not counterattack with the Sword of Truth. Clang.
Clang. Clang. The silver light of the sword hit the hazy wall incessantly, making crisp sounds and creating deep cracks one after another.
Looking at the cracks, Lucien suddenly had an idea. "The secret chamber is not big enough, but it is very solid …"
"Hell Ball!" Lucien suddenly cast a spell. A light ball as bright as the sun flew out of the Robe of Grand Arcanists and hit 'Rhein'. As expected, 'Rhein' dodged it and hit the wall.
Rumble!
The soundwaves swept across the entire secret chamber as if they were real. The green acid corroded the air. The silver lightning turned the room into a forest of thunderbolts. The scorching fire burned everything. The place was like a real hell.
Every corner of the secret chamber could not avoid the damage. Even Lucien himself was no exception. However, behind the Shield of Truth, he felt that he was in a different world.
In the scene of 'hell', the illusionary shadows were broken, and the real body of 'Rhein' appeared, surrounded by vague black air.
"This is the opportunity!" Lucien locked onto his real body and slashed out the Sword of Truth that was ready to be launched.
The silver-gray sword light was in the shape of a crescent moon. It cut through the flames, cut through the lightning, and cut through the body of "Rhine" who had no time to dodge. It cut through the black gas around him and cut open his body.
The illusionary gaps destroyed every piece of flesh, but 'Rhein' put on a weird smile. Then, he pressed his chest with his right hand and bowed as elegantly as a musician.
Without a sound, 'Rhein's' body completely collapsed and disappeared. The puppet's arm fell to the ground.
After the horror caused by the 'hell ball' gradually died down, everything was peaceful again, but 'Rhein' never showed up again.
Lucien was not careless. Holding the Shield of Truth, he picked up the arm of the puppet carefully, but he did not find any information left by McLeod on it. In the meantime, he was greatly confused. "Although this ghost can really turn into someone else, making it impossible for those who are familiar with him to tell him apart, and it is easy for him to cause weird assassinations, he is only a level-two legendary, only slightly stronger than me. How could he have scared McLeod? How can it make a legendary sorcerer such as Maskelyne go missing? "
"However, there is something weird about it, too. It did not completely perish after being hit by the Sword of Truth …"
Shaking his head, Lucien felt that there were too many mysteries for him to explore right now.
"The flow of time here is even slower than outside. Most of the hunters who should've come in must've come in, and the effect of 'God's Grace' must've worn off. I can go back now." Lucien did not want to take any more risks. He calculated the current coordinates and the coordinates of the entrance according to the change of coordinates and looked for a way back.
At this moment, another black door opened with a creak.
Lucien looked at it warily, never lowering the Shield of Truth in his hands, believing that it could block the first wave of attacks from all the experts below demigod level.
After the gate was opened, a familiar person entered Lucien's sight. Silver, soft hair, red coat, black shirt, with dark red blood stains on his chest. His lips were even paler than usual. It was Rhein again!
"Hi, Lucien. We meet again." He smiled, but then his face changed.
"Hey, don't greet me with the Sword of Truth!"
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