Chapter 2390 The Sphinx King, a vampire who eats randomly!

Ivan Vincent ignored everyone's discussion and left Alinger after staying for a while. He made an appointment with Natasha for dinner tonight and prepared to enjoy a romantic night.

The situation of the Magic Council here is great, but on the other side of the world of the dead, Douglas and others have also begun to explore the world of the dead. Crisis is everywhere, and dangers are everywhere. Even the legendary magician will fall into this weird and gloomy place if he is not careful. In the world of the dead, countless legendary powerful men have been trapped here throughout the ages.

After approaching the Temple of the Undead, everyone landed completely on the ground, shuttled among the undead creatures, and the stench of decay hit their faces. In this area, high-level leaders began to appear among the wandering undead creatures, some with intelligence, while others only relied on instinct.

Suddenly, a three-headed giant dog looked over, spraying white flames, as if it smelled the breath of life, a breath that made it extremely disgusted. It opened its mouth and was about to let out a silent roar.

At this time, Vicente, the Lord of the Dead, glared at it, and the dark red flames jumped, frightening the three-headed giant dog to suddenly lie on the ground, with its three heads touching the ground, and its tail made of white bones raised high. He stood up, his body kept trembling, showing abnormal fear and flattery. Near it, other undead creatures also stopped moving and made various strange gestures, seeming to welcome their master's return.

Vicente is worthy of being the Lord of the Undead. His legendary profession has natural dominance over the undead creatures. His power is terrifying. He is like the emperor of these undead creatures. He is aloof. All undead creatures dare not violate Vicente's will.

Under Vicente's invisible intimidation and the concealment of illusions, it didn't take long for Douglas, Fernando, Lucien and others to see the wall flashing with black and cold light, with no end in sight.

"The entrance is six kilometers to the left."

Vicente calculated based on the memory of the undead Adol that the palace complex seemed to be extremely immune to probing spells. Everyone changed their direction and moved along the city wall.

At this time, a large group of mummies appeared in front, some were humans, some were sphinxes, and the gray cloth strips were stained with fishy stains. The two sides gradually approached, and under the influence of the illusion, the mummies were unaware of anything and wandered around in a daze.

Seeing that everyone was about to pass by, a sphinx among the group of mummies suddenly stopped, an evil and cold light flashed in his eyes, and his body suddenly expanded. There were two or three of the same species tall, and there were many on his head. He wore a golden crown inlaid with sunstones and moonstones, and his aura quickly became terrifying.

"Ancient mummy?"

"Legendary level strongman!"

There are many ancient mummies, but very few are intelligent. The one who was killed by Ivan Vincent before was the one. This sphinx is obviously not, because its eyes instantly became bloodthirsty and cruel, glowing with a strange red color, extremely crazy, without any sense, even so, it is a legendary creature!

The mummy's mouth opened wide, ready to send out a warning signal. Suddenly, a deep voice sounded. Extremely majestic.

"Advanced Time Stop."

Douglas' eyes turned gray, as if the whole world had completely solidified, and the powerful magical energy in his body fluctuated. When others returned to normal, they only saw several rays of light jumping on the ancient mummy, and finally a bright meteor destroyed it. .

Wow! The sphinx mummy turned into countless corpses, and black beetles emerged from the rotting flesh.

"Is this the strength of the legendary peak? A legendary undead creature was wiped out in the blink of an eye, even if it was only the first level."

Lucien had a shocked look on his face, his eyes were full of admiration, and he looked at the kind and gentle Speaker of Parliament, Mr. Douglas. For the first time, he felt the power and terror of this Arcane Emperor, the Magic Chosen One!

"keep going."

Douglas' voice remained calm and his eyes were calm as he continued to speak to the others.

Just as Lucien was about to take a step, he suddenly recalled several scenes, so he connected through his mind.

"Your Excellency, Speaker of the Parliament, wait a moment."

"has a problem?"

Fernando looked at his beloved disciple, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he asked puzzledly. His tone was very kind, and he did not have the aura of the former number one hair dryer in the Magic Council. It was obvious that Fernando was very fond of Lucien, a talented arcanist. Like to pay attention to.

Lucien pointed to the broken body on the ground, an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said softly.

"I seem to have seen it somewhere, and I want to observe it again."

The legendary magicians would not let go of any clues, so they waited quietly for Lucien and did not move forward again. They obviously valued Lucien's opinions very much.

After a while, just when Lucien was about to remember, the black beetles burrowed back into the rotting corpses, and the corpses began to squirm and converge toward the center!

"Not dead yet?"

Erica is very aware of the lethality of the Lord Council Speaker's Fate Meteor. This is a legendary magic from the star system that can kill the Amulet Phylactery together!

What weird thing does this mummy hide?

Douglas also frowned slightly, not sure why the Destiny Meteor failed. If Lucien hadn't asked to stay and observe, he would probably have suffered a loss from the world of the dead.

"The verdict of fate!"

Douglas breathed out, and a sharp light flashed in his deep blue eyes. He stretched out his right index finger again and touched the corpses lightly. A white light flashed and fell on them. Suddenly everything The corpses stopped squirming, and the tide-like black beetles all turned their stomachs upward, losing the sense of life and death. Then, they quickly turned into gray pus and merged into the black soil.

A miserable soul howl sounded, and a picture emerged in Lucien's mind. In the gloomy black-and-white mausoleum, countless reddish-brown spider silks were tied to a gray coffin. There was a ball of rust-colored light stained with blood on it. With Douglas's finger, those spider silks broke inch by inch, and the ball of light violently After the trembling, it also split into two halves and disappeared quickly. The lid of the coffin was knocked open, and a sphinx mummy sat up with a howl of pain, then fell apart and rotted into pools of scarlet pus.

Finks, King of Sphinxes?

Seeing this familiar scene, Lucien instantly recalled the identity of the sphinx mummy in front of him. It was the Sphinx King Finks that Lucien had met when he rescued Rhine who was trapped in the world of the dead!

At that time, Finks was sealed in the coffin. After a brief resurrection, he was killed by Lucien with the pale sword of justice and fell into a deep sleep. When Lucien escaped, he left through the gap in the world of the dead and witnessed what he saw. In the black and gray projection of Finks' mausoleum, he saw the blood-stained rust-colored light ball and the strange reddish-brown spider threads, and understood that Finks was sealed in the world of the dead.

But now, Finks' real body was directly beheaded by Douglas, and he no longer had to worry about being sealed. It completely fell into the sealed coffin.

"Is this a projection? Sacrificing intelligence to gain original strength? No wonder my destiny meteor cannot really destroy it."

Douglas showed a look of understanding and said suddenly. The fate meteor acts on the main body and will destroy all life-saving preparations, but it cannot severely damage the main body along the projection, clone, etc., and can only cause a certain degree of damage.

"Perhaps it's not just because of the sacrifice of spiritual intelligence. I suspect that it is sealed in the world of the dead. There is a mysterious existence who wants to extract the power of its divine light ball. By the way, its true identity is the body of a lion. Finks, King of Men.”

"Finks, the legend who died nearly ten thousand years ago?"

Douglass was familiar with ancient civilizations, and Finks' tomb still stands in the southern desert of the Gusta Empire.

Fernando caught the key point of Lucien's words, frowned solemnly, and said in confusion.

"Divine light ball?"

Lucien nodded and described all the details he had seen in the Finks Mausoleum and the reflection in the Dead World.

After a moment of silence, Douglas' expression became extremely solemn and he said in a deep voice.

"It seems that Phinks may not have really died thousands of years ago, but was captured by people from the world of the dead and sealed in a specific place. It was used as the core to condense the divine light ball, and slowly extracted and converted it. , the projection guarding the Temple of the Dead is just making full use of Phinks’ power!”

"Hmph, no wonder there were basically no false gods in the main material world before the Dawn War! I've looked through all the ancient records, and except for the mythical age, I haven't found an existence similar to false gods! I've always been very surprised about this. Since The emergence of so many false gods during the Dawn War shows that the main material world also has the conditions to condense the divine light sphere. But why can there be so many false gods in the newly discovered alien space, but not in the main material world? It turns out that there are so many false gods in the newly discovered alien space. It’s the people from the world of the dead who are spying on everything from behind.”

A look of anger appeared on Fernando's face, full of displeasure towards the mysterious being behind the world of the dead, and he said coldly.

"You mean that every legendary or powerful creature that may condense the divine light ball will be targeted by the mysterious existence of the undead world? Let them die naturally when they are almost successful?"

Erica looked extremely solemn, with a bit of chill on her face, and asked coldly.

"That's more or less the case. I saw in the report submitted by Evans that the mysterious existence of the Necromancer Realm has recovered a lot by swallowing the divine light ball of the same attribute. Perhaps, the legends and vassals of the Necromancer Realm were originally intended to awaken Him. Then I captured the Sphinx King and sealed it to extract and transform the divine power."

Vicente, the master of dead souls, had a cold voice, and the crimson flame kept beating, flashing with the light of wisdom, speculating on the truth of the matter.

For a legend like Finks, although he will not actively collect divinity, after being worshiped by all the sphinx tribes, as time accumulates, the brilliance of divinity will naturally condense, so he will be worshiped by the Necromancers. The world noticed. And since Phinks has not really died, the spontaneous power of faith will still gather in the place where it was sealed, so those who come after him will no longer be able to become gods. Similarly, the Lord of the Ocean, Umbra, worshiped by the Kuo-Toa people, should be the same. In this way, even if the later Kuo Tao fishman emperor surpassed him in strength, he would not feel the power of faith at all.

On the one hand, it is the evil hand behind the world of the dead, and on the other hand, the sealed ones have monopolized all channels of belief. This has resulted in the strange situation that after the Age of Mythology, there were no false gods. It was not until around the Dawn War that a large number of false gods appeared. A group of people deliberately spread religion, collected beliefs, and became demigods believed by others, condensing divine power.

In just a few words of dialogue, the six legendary magicians gave a rough outline of the conspiracy that had lasted for countless thousands of years. Their hearts became heavier and heavier. The world of the dead had always been spying on and threatening the main material world. It was absolutely Not a harmless existence, this exploration is more valuable than expected!

"However, the sealing ritual of the Necromancer Realm is very good and exquisite. It can make the Sphinx King sleep for tens of thousands of years without completely decaying."

Klaus shook his head and used a humorous tone to resolve the heavy atmosphere, making everyone smile and lighten up instantly. The effect was obviously good. Humorous people can always make people feel happy.

"When you are about to reach the end of your life, you can take the initiative to apply for a seal from the legendary undead in the world of the dead. Then tens of thousands of years later, when the conditions for your longed for dream are met, you can wake up and truly enjoy it. "

Douglas said jokingly to Klaus with a hint of smile in his eyes. He has gone through ups and downs and is used to seeing storms. Even if he encounters such a big conspiracy, he can still remain calm and collected.

"Hey, that's a good idea! But I can't be careless now. I still have a long life to enjoy, and there are many alchemy dolls waiting for me to go back. I can't be sealed in a dark and gloomy mausoleum and then project a Guarding the Temple of the Dead with a hideous appearance.”

Klaus readily accepted Douglas's suggestion and said with a smile that although he was cautious about the dangers of the undead world, he was not afraid of them, which showed the extraordinary magnanimity of this legendary magician.

After the joke, Douglas looked forward, pointed at the secret entrance not far away, and said in a reminder.

"Perhaps there are more scary things waiting for us to discover, so everyone must be careful!"

Old-fashioned and dark patterns adorn the pure black door, which shines with an unusually cold color, making it intimidating. This entrance seems to have been specially excavated for the Yunding Giant. It is dozens of meters high. According to Adol's description, this should be the smallest door in the palace complex. There are many high-level undead similar to Adol floating inside and outside the door. They are all wearing large black hooded robes with strange and complicated white patterns painted on them, and they are closely guarding the passage.

Douglas frowned slightly and said solemnly.

"The Temple of the Dead has isolated spiritual power. As long as the evil eyes I release enter, the connection will be severed. It seems that the only way is to become invisible and sneak in directly."

"Perhaps the Temple of the Dead is a part of the projection of the mysterious existence in the world of the dead."

Vicente, the master of dead souls, suddenly spoke, with a somewhat speculative look on his face, and said uncertainly.

"Probably."

Fernando rarely agreed with Vicente's opinion. The two had been quarreling constantly before and had extremely different personalities.

So, under the protection of illusion, the six legendary magicians took Lucien to the gate.

The surrounding time and space changed, and everyone appeared in a library. A strange man with black hair and red lips suddenly grabbed Erica and hugged her in his arms. Two pointed teeth penetrated deeply. Her neck, and Erica's flaxen eyes seemed to have lost their sparkle, and her expression was dull and frozen.

The monstrous man in a gorgeous robe raised his head. His unusually pale face was in shocking contrast to the bright red mouth. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, and he laughed crazily.

"It's been a long time since I drank such delicious blood!"

The monster man fully expected that Douglas, Lucien and others would feel scared, frightened, and finally lose their minds, but what he saw was a sarcastic smile, except of course Vicente, the Lord of the Dead, who could hardly be considered normal. His expression changed, and he may only have violent mood swings when facing Ivan Vincent.

The strange man felt surprised for once. In the middle of doubt, he suddenly pinched his neck painfully, as if something was burning his soul inside, and the blood on his mouth glowed with a sacred light.

Erica returned to normal at some point, opened his hand, took out a handkerchief, wiped her neck, and sneered.

"Didn't your mother tell you not to drink the blood of others? Especially a master of transformation."

This ancient vampire pinched its throat and tried to speak but could not make a sound. Black blood kept spurting out from its mouth. Its delicate white skin quickly dried up and carbonized as if it was burnt. Its red eyes gradually lost their sparkle and the residue solidified. Feeling unwilling to do so, he slowly fell to the ground.

"Whose blood is hard to suck? Let's suck the blood of the Transformation Master, tsk tsk!"

Klaus clicked his lips, as if in silent mourning for the ancient vampire's intelligence, with a look of sympathy on his face.

"It's really good to suck the blood of the Transformation Master. Sucking one is equivalent to sucking the blood of countless races, but he shouldn't suck it when Erica's blood turns into a Seraph. It seems that he has despaired of life. That’s why you’re seeking death!”

Douglas also had a smile on his face, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes. Erica was a master of transformation and could control her own blood at will. When this monster man sucked her blood, she directly transformed her blood into a seraph. The blood, the blood full of sacred energy, is like swallowing a sun into the belly of the vampire. It is definitely the most desperate way to die.

"Normally speaking, ancient vampires were created by Aitna, the God of Silver Moon. The other vampires were transformed through the form of first embrace. They have absolute obedience to Silver Moon. They should not and cannot be mysterious existences in the world of the dead. Serve. "

Fernando took a few steps forward and used magic to inspect the corpse, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Then he is probably a mysterious being from the world of the dead, synthesized in other ways!"

The Lord of the Dead and Klaus walked over, squatted next to him, and stroked the ancient vampire's still intact skin.

"The skin is delicate and elastic, and the blood is still flowing slowly. Death is full of rich vitality, but it does not have the power of Silver Moon."

Vicente, the master of the dead souls, was caressing the corpse like a perverted pervert while making comments, his voice filled with enthusiastic and cheerful emotions.

Klaus was also poking and pressing here and there, looking very interested, like a research madman.

"Perhaps it is due to acquired synthesis that his IQ is damaged. He doesn't even understand why he shouldn't eat random things! Is his soul created or fused?"

Soul fusion is the current way to create alchemical life, which is synthesized from many similar soul fragments.

"That makes sense. The vampires created by Silver Moon must first completely control the enemy, prepare knives, forks and wine, and then start eating after detailed inspection."

Douglas also walked to the corpse with great interest, looked at the vampire, and studied it with interest.

"Hey, that's enough!"

Erica rubbed the fast-healing wound on her neck and scolded her with an annoyed look on her pretty face.

"Now is not the time for arcane research and discussion!"

"Well?"

Only then did a group of research geeks realize that they still had many important things to do.