The Black Scepter

Not much to say, the red ticket hit!

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calm.

Murphy instinctively admonished himself not to panic, the collapse of will always starts with the smallest thought in the heart, it will take root like a seed until it completely changes the original firm faith, so this psychological hint is extremely important, after entering the corridor, ink Fez's footsteps quickly and almost silently escaped the corpses of small animals on the ground, and even some human skeletons.

Is this the dungeon of Windsor?

Imprison the werewolf?

Murphy couldn't help but link these complicated Yizuer? Windsor with the complex relationship between werewolves and underground order, this road soon came to an end, and the voice behind him seemed to indicate at least double-digit werewolves Is rushing over!

It was simply a catastrophe. Murphy admitted that his curiosity caused these disasters. It seemed that the shock brought to him by the legendary patriarch made him forget his usual prudence. After all, he was still a teenager. He had no time to regret at this moment, and he quickly started to move forward. run!

The cave-like road in front of me was smooth on the four walls, but suddenly a suspension bridge appeared in front of me that Murphy could not even imagine!

The stone road at the foot stopped abruptly at the place where the suspension bridge appeared. The light of the magic wand showed that the suspension bridge built by iron wire was more than 100 meters in length, and below it was the endless dark abyss. The surrounding environment was like the inside of a giant egg, and the surrounding width was more than An abyssal cliff of 100 meters imprisoned the island-like area in the center.

Murphy did not hesitate to step on the suspension bridge and rush to the area like taboo-staying here waiting for the dozens of werewolf wheels is definitely a stupid choice-fighting in the forest is a taboo, when Avoiding is avoiding, looking for another opportunity, this is a hunter's creed.

The light of the wand is slightly weak, so that it is impossible to see the specific environment, but Murphy after running over the suspension bridge for more than ten seconds can imagine this seems to be a top-secret area with high-standard items. There is only one suspension bridge coming and going. Nothing else, the top of the head is a heavy and depressed rock dome, which seems to be some meters deep underground.

The first thing that Murphy ran across the suspension bridge was to use a magic wand to sweep around, confirming that there seemed to be only a few stone pillars, and then turned around to monitor the cave with light beams-unexpectedly, I was ready to cut the suspension bridge. Morpheus found that there were no werewolves approaching here, only a few deep whimpers, and then quieted down.

This situation made Murphy breathless, but more alert.

Left hand wand right hand short sword, he began to observe this strange place along the edge of the "island" like a cliff.

Several seven or eight meters high stone columns constructed a strange five-pointed star. Murphy suddenly thought of something. The wand shone to the ground and reached out to wipe away the floating soil deposited for many years.

The black slate, the same material as the Niburo black stone from the unknown magic circle that made me come here, had just raised hope in his heart, remembering that he seemed to grab two crystal nuclei, and Murphy stopped suddenly.

Because he heard the faint noise coming in front of him.

The sound of the heartbeat is not from Murphys, but a throbbing sound that seems to echo in my mind with a touch of mental pressure...

There seems to be something sleeping here.

The beam of the magic wand shone on the stone pillars overlapping in front of him, but suddenly found a sarcophagus quietly placed in the middle of the center!

The style of the ancient Sycamore Empire, with exquisite reliefs and heavy stone appearance, and the heart beat that made Murphy scalp tingling and had a strong unpredictable hunch came from here!

Bloodlines? !

"History of Marcus Blood Lineage" records that the life span of each blood group is almost unlimited, but once it is seriously damaged or enters the so-called "dormant period", it needs to enter the sarcophagus and fall into sleep. Each sleep is a transformation, but Deep "awakening" sleep rarely occurs, usually shallow "contemplation" sleep. The former represents advanced cocooning into butterflies, and the latter is short-lived rest.

The size and image of the coffin determine the level of the blood lineage inside. The improvement of a blood lineage's strength depends on the character from which he drank the blood. The stronger the strength, the better the effect. Like the python eating the prey, it takes time to digest after eating The blood races of all have their own sarcophagus into dormancy. Murphy is not sure what kind of horror role he will encounter. Suddenly remembering that there is a scroll of unknown level behind his waist. He reached out and pulled out, looked down in a hurry At one glance, the scalp tingled.

"Dead Sea Contract".

Never use it until you have a last resort. Murphy murmured inwardly-he was well aware that this seemingly powerful magic circle was not as simple as it seemed on the surface. The simple truth is that the conservation of energy. As a magical array that may exceed the human imagination, the Dead Sea Contract consumes extremely low crystal energy. It seems surprising and unusual. No one knows the other costs to be paid.

"Paradox" itself means "contrary to meaning". The most famous paradox in history was put forward by a scholar who was judged as a heretic: "Can the omnipotent God create a stone that he can't lift?" "

This sentence caused a lot of panic, the consequences can be imagined, and the theory used in the "Dead Sea Contract" magic circle is also an unsolvable problem-no one knows what the effect will be after using it.

The sarcophagus closed tightly, and Murphy held a scroll close to look closely, but found that the sarcophagus was not written with any characters or characters, but a cumbersome magic array!

Having already browsed the mid-level magician who needs to master the array, Murphy generally understands the core of a magic array and the significance of its emphasis. The meaning of the array above the sarcophagus is exactly the same-the seal, except the seal is still There is no other meaning for the seal.

It's just that the crystal nuclei inlaid above to maintain the effect seem to have energy close to the edge of elimination.

Faintly, Murphy felt that the sarcophagus at the moment seemed to be not as simple as a sleeping blood race. His brain was not slow. This room belongs to Yi Zur? Windsor has no doubt, then this owner has done the most. What's the matter

It’s not about reselling collectibles, or secretly doing some heretic alchemy experiments or hiding relics with the Holy See. The most terrifying guy in the history of the Windsor family loves to deal with heretics like blood werewolves, and then smiles. Get rid of guys who can't be friends!

The heretics dying in his hands are no less than those in the hands of the high-ranking judges of the Inquisition. These hapless ghosts are also subject to anatomy or black alchemy experiments after being killed. They are definitely not an elegant hobby of nobles. And the blood coffin at the moment made Morpheus, who was associated with it all creepy, immediately made the most wise decision-withdraw!

Stepping back to the place where Nebro Blackstone was just found, Murphy quickly took out the valuable crystal nucleus, without hesitation to destroy the surface with a wand, and then placed it on the ground.

He has paid a price for his curiosity, and now faced with this old monster who does not know what level, Murphy has no interest at all-life is more important than anything, and the boxy stuff beside him The Yalong lair I had seen before was almost the same, even more dangerous, and I had nothing to do with death.

But what happened next made him frown-the energy emitted by the crystal nucleus was not absorbed by the magic circle next to it, but was pulled towards the coffin behind him by a stronger gravitation!

Oops!

The discerning person knew at first glance that this was definitely not a good situation, but Murphy was unable to stop the fact that the crystal nucleus that had been recklessly drilled into the giant sarcophagus was slowly imported into the huge sarcophagus at the moment-he even approached the nucleus Nothing can be done, because the pure energy has caused the temperature near the crystal nucleus to rise to the point where it melts the steel!

With the magic wand in his hand for the first time, he felt powerless. This is not something that he cannot defeat a powerful enemy with a dagger, and his theoretical knowledge is not solid. He can’t stop everything in front of him with his magic wand. To control the degree of energy release, the level of crystal nuclei requires at least a "III" level magister, and Murphy is a long way from that strength and invisible, the consequences can be imagined.

This **** is definitely a disaster! Murphy thought with his knee that he was in trouble!

Regret is too late, Murphy did not hesitate, immediately ran towards the suspension bridge, but suddenly felt a vibration under his feet!

The rock dome above the head is not smooth, but it is all like a sharp-edged boulder. UU reading www.uukanshu.com These horrible stones began to fall in the shock of the clatter, unfortunately a volume is like a warm The sculpted spike-shaped stone pillars in front of the gate of Desol Castle suddenly broke the suspension bridge, completely breaking Murphy's retreat!

At the same time, he began to curse the madman Yizuer while Murphy used his wand to search for a seemingly feasible way around him. During this period, he was almost hit by stones. When the vibrations under his feet gradually stopped, the earthy smell in the air gradually dissipated. , Everything seems calm.

But Murphy knew that the faint heartbeat seemed clearer.

Murphy had to admit the fact that he was trapped in the same place as an ancient blood clan who did not know what identity, and he had to face a strangeness that he could pass through layers while sleeping. The guy with the sealed sarcophagus absorbing elemental energy, well... maybe it's still a horrible old guy who has lived for hundreds of years.

The seal on the surface of the sarcophagus suddenly shone brightly, and Murphy, who understood the principle of the magic circle, knew that this was the characteristic of the magic circle being activated by all means-that is, what seemed to be... completely awake!

On the magic array, there were 176 dimmers with an average level of 30 and the highest level of 45 seals. They burst and shattered one after another in a burst of flash, but there was no violent. The breath appeared as if an elegant poet gently plucked the petals off slowly and delicately.

With a dagger in hand, Murphy was staring at the sarcophagus intently, and was ready to fight hard.

But then there was deathly silence.

Just when Murphy finally lifted his arm to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, he heard a soft greeting from his ear...

"Excuse me, what year is it in the Ross calendar?"