Lucien was half asleep and half awake at this moment. He felt that everything around him was unsteady, and the sounds were hazy, as if they had passed through countless worlds before they reached his ears.
Therefore, it took Lucien several seconds to form an impression in his head after 'Arvin's' old and painful voice entered his ears.
"Sun's Corona?"
"Arvin, the Godly Eye, knows Sun's Corona?"
"And his behavior is so abnormal and weird!"
Lucien's sluggish brain seemed to be bursting with countless spells that affected his emotions. Instantly, a tremor from the depth of his soul spread out, making him sober up for a short time. Lucien asked in a slightly trembling voice:
"Mr. … Maskelyne?"
"Ahhh!" The moment he heard the name of Maskelyne, Arvin, the Godly Eye, held his head hard and screamed miserably, as if he couldn't have struggled more painfully.
The green breeze and the scorching sunlight around him went out of control, turning into a sky full of wind blades and light arrows that swept across the entire hall.
Lucien's brief clear-headedness was suppressed by 'Wind's Repose' again. He seemed to have understood something, but it was hard for him to think. At this moment, the wind blades and the light arrows hit him without exception. Some of them broke through the defense of the Robe of Grand Arcanists and hurt his body.
Wounds were opened, but no blood flowed out because they were either vaporized or dried. The excruciating pain helped Lucien suppress' Wind 'and' Paradise's Light 'again. He was ready to break the black gate behind him and fight for the hope of survival. Arvin, the Godly Eye, was obviously not in the right state to talk at this moment.
It was a pity that the 'Paradise's Light' was a suppression on the level of demigod. Although it did not have any follow-up power, and a lot of it had been eliminated by the previous spells, Lucien was still under the influence of 'Wind'. It was impossible for him to really eliminate its negative effects. Therefore, the moment he broke open the gate behind him, he found it difficult to circulate his spiritual power, and even his soul became sluggish.
Bang! The sound of Lucien knocking open the black door entered Arvin's ears. His painful struggle was like a crazy alarm clock whose switch had been pressed. It immediately stopped, and the wind blades and light arrows in the entire gray hall vanished.
Slowly raising his head, Arvin's expression was still twisted. His eyes that were as deep as the starry sky were hollow. Two lines of golden tears dripped from the corners of his eyes with a faint holy light. He muttered to himself, "Don't come near me! Don't come near me! "
"What does that mean?" Lucien thought slowly.
Alvin seemed to be trying hard to control himself and did not speak again. The six holy wings on his back flapped gently, and the milky white holy light fell on Lucien like a mother's caress, warm and peaceful.
The feeling of sleep was suddenly gone. Lucien was as clear-headed as if he had just finished meditation. Arvin, the Angel of Wind, had canceled the divine power effect of 'Wind's Sleep'!
Without his cooperation, Lucien suppressed the 'Paradise's Light' very quickly. Although the influence could not be alleviated yet, he was already back to the status before the battle with 'Arvin'. He was able to perform legendary spells and pick up the Sword of Truth as a legendary Knight.
After only one minute, Lucien experienced hope, struggle, and dawn. He seemed to have taken a circle on the edge of death. He was extremely exhausted both physically and mentally, but he had also gained a lot.
"Arvin is probably Mr. Maskelyne, but judging from his appearance, he seems to have been refined into a seraph alive. His consciousness and memories on the surface were erased, and a brand-new personality was built. A lot of curses and restrictions were imposed on him. That's why he was so conflicted and painful when his subconscious was awakened!"
After his head was clear again, Lucien's thinking ability as a grand arcanist was back. He began to analyze the status of Arvin, or rather, Maskelyne.
Lucien shuddered when he thought of what might have happened to him. It was not hard to imagine what would have happened if he had been captured by the 'monster'! He would rather die than live such a miserable life. Was there anything more cruel than having one's' self 'erased and living like a walking dead?
He was not Mr. Maskelyne. He had foreseen such a thing through the 'Mirror of Fate'. That was why he left Sun's Corona, trying to awaken the deepest consciousness that was deeply rooted in his soul. If he became like him, it was possible that he would never be able to recover.
"It seems that the overall structure of 'Sun's Corona' is very memorable for Mr. Maskelyne. It is connected to certain things. The moment he sensed it, his deepest consciousness was immediately awakened." Lucien had examined 'Sun's Corona' carefully after he became a legendary sorcerer. With his current knowledge, he was certain that 'Sun's Corona' did not hide anything else. Therefore, he made such a conclusion.
It was like a hypnotic prop. The hypnotized state would be lifted as long as the subject saw it. "It seems that Mr. Maskelyne took a lot of opportunities to plant psychological suggestions when he was made into a seraph."
"Do not approach him. If a stranger is too close, the body's defense instincts will be triggered, and the personality of 'Arvin' will gain the upper hand and completely suppress' Maskelyne '. Then, I will be in danger again." Analyzing the previous situations, Lucien decided that he could not provoke 'Arvin' too much with his words. Considering his tone, he said, "I received Sun's Corona and the message from the Grand Cross. I've come as I promised after I became a legendary sorcerer."
Arvin's eyes remained empty and lifeless, but his lips vaguely curled into a smile that was even uglier than crying. "The day has finally come, the faithless who walks between light and darkness."
His voice was as old and sorrowful as before.
Hu. Lucien secretly took a breath. He was finally certain that he was Maskelyne, the Prophet, from the answer! By analogy, the other five seraphs and the Angel King were probably the other six legendary sorcerers. Their numbers matched perfectly.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Lucien tried not to mention rescue, monster, Sun King, or Thanos.
As if in a dream, Maskelyne said, "I only saw the general scenario in the prophecy, but I didn't know that it would be so powerful. Even if I really regained myself, it would be impossible for me to escape. It's the same for you. Leave now and come back when you become a demigod."
"But I've been trapped by the monster in this place. In order to leave, I have to figure out its secrets." While talking, Lucien was prepared in case Maskelyne lost control.
It must've been the monster or the 'Sun King' who made the seraph, right?
Under Lucien's solemn and attentive eyes, Maskelyne pressed his head again as he expected. His face was twisted hideously, and it was not until a long time later that he finally calmed down. He performed the divine power first. "God's Grace!"
The vague holy light fell into Lucien's body with pleasant hymns. The intense scent of life convinced Lucien that it was a divine power to eliminate negative status and heal wounds. Therefore, he did not defend himself with the Space Staff.
Other than the legendary resurrection, 'God's Grace' was the best healing divine power. Lucien felt that his wounds were recovering at an unimaginable speed, and the 'light of paradise' that was soaked in his body was fading quickly. Although it was of a higher level than 'God's Grace', Lucien completely got rid of its influence after only a dozen seconds because there was no follow-up support and he had run into a seraph who knew its features very well.
The divine power was so amazing that even Rhein, Prince of Vampires, was healed. The influence of 'light of paradise' was removed, which was completely different from the regular healing divine power that could only heavily wound the spectres.
"I'm restricted by many powerful methods and cannot discuss certain things. Otherwise, I will immediately self-destruct." Maskelyne said what Lucien speculated. "Go to the laboratory. I left the Mirror of Fate to guide you to the laboratory. If you find enough notebooks and items, you should be able to unravel certain secrets and figure out a way to escape."
Hu. Lucien took a deep breath again. There were indeed ways to fool or bypass the monster!
"It's a pity that the notebooks you left are missing in critical places. Otherwise, things wouldn't be so hazy." Lucien remarked with mixed feelings.
Maskelyne's mouth moved, and his eyes suddenly beamed with fear, as if he had recalled his most terrible nightmare. He shouted miserably, "Not him! It's him! Not him! It's him! "
He seemed to be out of control. Wind blades and light arrows were flying everywhere again, but Lucien was no longer helpless this time. He condensed a space wall with his Space Staff to block them.
Not him? It's him? It was truly hard to guess … Those were all pronouns for men in the ancient language of Sylvanas. They were meaningless for Lucien's analysis, because he did not know who Mr. Maskelyne suspected first.
After a while, Maskelyne defeated 'himself' again. He took out a leg of a puppet and threw it to Lucien. "Go to the laboratory. Go to the laboratory. One day, you will understand everything from the experiment records."
"Why do you believe that the experiment records are kept in the laboratory and that he won't destroy them?" Lucien caught the leg of the puppet. It was indeed a component left by McLeod.
Maskelyne curled his lips and put on a smile that was uglier than crying. "The fact that you have my Mirror of Fate and my magic notebook means that at least part of the experiment records are kept in the laboratory."
In the end, he added, "Sometimes, the enemy that you think of may be your best helper."
It was still confusing and incomprehensible. Lucien could not figure out the real meaning of Maskelyne's words at all.
Maskelyne did not wait for Lucien to ask questions again. It seemed that it was difficult for him to suppress the personality of 'Arvin' anymore. He unfolded the angel wings on his back and said solemnly, "God's Hourglass!"
A white, sacred hourglass appeared in midair. Spots of light fell from the ceiling, and the time and space around were immediately changed at the same speed as the outside world.
"Hurry up and recover. It will only take several minutes for other places in the Realm of Gates. I'm not capable enough, so I can only change it with the main material world." Maskelyne struggled to open the black gate and walked out. It was obvious that he was giving Lucien time to recover. Perhaps, he would be Arvin when he returned!
Several minutes in the Realm of Gates was enough for the Moon Timer, the Robe of Grand Arcanists, and the Shield of Truth to recover!
Lucien's heart was brimming with hope and fighting will. Thanos' laboratory, here I come!
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