Uh-huh!
With just a slight wave, the raging flames suddenly extinguished.
'Lord' held a transparent blade in his hand, stepping on the broken ground, and slowly walked towards Wilbur Whateley. The space he passed trembled and collapsed, and dense black cracks were everywhere, as if it would break at any time. Like cracked porcelain.
Wilbur Whateley's mind went blank, and his thoughts seemed to be permanently frozen at that moment. Unspeakable fear spread from the bottom of his heart. Along with the chill that could freeze the soul, the hairs on his body suddenly stood up!
That's... the smell of death!
Different from the previous feelings, this time Wilbur Whateley's feelings were very real!
"Don't be so vigilant..."
After Lord let go of his hand, the transparent blade disappeared. There was a trace of ridicule in his narrow gilded eyes, and he said: "I said I only need one knife to kill you, so I will never use a second knife, because my knife ...I have already hit you."
"What did you say?!"
Wilbur Whateley's heart was shaken, and he immediately felt that his thinking was stagnant.
But before it had time to wait for an answer, a clear bloody crack suddenly appeared on the top of its head, and then gradually spread downwards until it split the whole person in two, split into two halves, and then fell to the ground.
"I shouldn't believe your lies..."
'Lord''s eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. After a long time, he let out a sigh: "It's rare that that guy let me come out to take a breath. I have to go back so soon. If I had known, I might as well have watched the sea!"
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Casanova Hotel, ninth floor.
The overall structure here is very different from the previous floors.
They were in an unknown tunnel with thin light, long narrowness and darkness. The surrounding walls felt a bit like underground rock structures, and there were large sphagnum plants growing in the moist gaps.
Not far in front of the tunnel, you can vaguely see a little light.
Obviously, that's the destination.
Constantine originally wanted to turn around and ask Nexia to confirm whether it was the place she mentioned, but the environment of this ghost place was similar to the one above. The darkness became almost thicker, and he could only see hazily. to a vague figure.
"Right there."
In the darkness, Nexia's voice came.
After receiving personal confirmation from the 'Prophet', Constantine felt relieved and cast a few blessing spells on himself. Then he touched the wet rock walls and sphagnum moss, stepped on the uneven gravel road, and carefully Slowly move towards the light source.
Although it seemed safe here, Constantine did not relax his vigilance.
After all, based on the information collected so far, it is obvious that Wilbur Whateley is a magician, proficient in and good at dark magic. He has dabbled in this field when he was wandering before, so he is well aware of the power of dark magic. The weird and scary.
If someone accidentally triggers a trap, Nexia may not be able to save him.
Constantine took every step carefully, and from time to time he used magic to test whether there were traps ahead. His traveling efficiency was considered to be a tortoise speed, and he walked for more than ten minutes for a distance of less than 100 meters.
After getting closer to the light source, I realized that it was a simple wooden door.
After confirming that there were no traps or black magic curses left on the wooden door, Constan was completely relieved and then used a piece of iron wire to skillfully pick the door lock.
The area of the room is not large, only about ten square meters.
A dim electric lamp hangs from the damp and rotting ceiling. On the wooden table in the middle are some messy manuscripts and a few opened old books. On the left hand side is a bookcase several meters high. Constantine took a quick glance and found that it was filled with all kinds of magic books, and most of them were lost and unique books related to black magic.
"All the secrets are in those manuscripts."
Naxia appeared quietly at some point, raising her finger to point at the scattered yellowed manuscripts on the table.
"Fuck, you scared me!"
Constantine was so frightened by her elusiveness that he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He patted his chest and said with lingering fear: "Next time, please don't be so sudden. If I hadn't been so brave, I would have been scared to death by you!"
Under the dim electric light, Naxia's expression was a bit elusive. There was a hint of scrutiny in her emerald green eyes, and she said meaningfully to Constantine: "There are some things you shouldn't look at, so don't." Go and see, can you understand what I’m saying?”
Constantine's face froze: "You...what do you mean?"
"Means nothing."
Naxia said lightly: "I just want to remind you that sometimes the so-called 'knowledge' is actually a burden. The more you know, the closer you will be to those things. If you don't want to become Wilbur It’s best not to be curious about that kind of lunatic.”
Constantine's face was stiff, and he was obviously touched by his thoughts. He said awkwardly: "Isn't it nice of me to see Hunter Xin? After all, those magic books have been lost for a long time. Since you won't let me read them, then I will Don’t watch anymore.”
"It better be this way."
Naxia smiled slightly and said: "I don't want to kill you with my own hands, so don't force me."
Constantine shuddered and hurriedly swore that he would never look at it.
Although it was only for a moment, he clearly captured the murderous look in the girl's eyes, which made him realize deeply that this girl was definitely not joking with him!
Adhering to the principle of putting life first, Constantine decisively abandoned curiosity.
No matter how powerful the dark magic was recorded in those lost books, it would not be as valuable as his life.
Constantine took a deep breath and no longer paid attention to the lost books on the bookcase. Instead, he walked towards the wooden table, picked up the yellowed manuscripts scattered on it, and said: "The time has come to reveal the answer to the mystery. Let me take a look at this." Wilbur Whateley, what secrets is he hiding?"
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1913, Spring, Newcastle.
A golden meteor suddenly crashed in the suburbs, and the huge shock wave caused the death of several civilians.
On the order of His Majesty King George VI, I, who is obsessed with magic potions, went to the Newcastle area to investigate the incident. After conducting a series of field surveys, I found that a large area of land was affected by some unknown force, and the vegetation produced abnormal changes. Activated, and extremely strong vitality was detected from the soil.
As I investigated, I quickly realized that this was my God-given opportunity!
The mysterious and unknown power contained in this area can not only activate vegetation and soil, but also activate humans and animals. I only stayed here for a few days and cured the asthma inherited in our family.
Oh my god, is this what health feels like?
Now I can run for ten minutes at a stretch, ride on the back of the strongest horse, and make moves I never dared to think of before. I can even wear knight armor and duel with knight swords!
All of this is the blessing given to me by that magical land!
Yes, this is mine.
This is a great treasure given to me by the Almighty and Merciful Heavenly Father.
I can't let others know, I must take this treasure land as my own!
