Throne of Magical Arcana

Finx, the first legendary strongman in the history of the Sphinx who was surrendered by all the tribes and opened the golden age of the Sphinx.

Although there were many people more powerful than it in the era when it was active, it is undoubtedly a legend, an existence that Lucien is far from being able to contend with now, and after ten thousand years of "death" "Resurrection", what kind of strange changes happened, is currently beyond Lucien's imagination.

Escape, this was the first thought that flashed through Lucien's mind!

This is also the only thought of a high-level magician when facing a legend!

As soon as he took two steps, Lucien's thoughts were tumbling, and he overcame his subconscious reaction with all his willpower, and forcibly stopped the urge to run away.

escape? where to escape?

Breaking out directly will definitely alarm the ninth-level priest of the gods, and he can easily defeat himself.

Sneak out? Is there enough time, is it possible to leave the mausoleum before Finks is completely "resurrected", and leave the range that can be enveloped by its will?

Looking for a nearby gap in the Necromancer world to hide in? No, the inside is the projection of the mausoleum. The reason why Finks can be resurrected must exist inside. That is the most dangerous direction now!

Use the space given by the teacher to jump the scroll and escape back? Although this declares the failure of the mission, and the magic circle of the palace and the tumbling black air are vaguely related to the space, the jump is likely to be disturbed and unexpected changes occur, but it is currently the only feasible one. Escape method!

Without hesitating for a few seconds, Lucien took out the scroll and was about to activate it.

"I... have been asleep...for ten thousand...years, and...have been...imprisoned...in...here...you...dare...to disturb...I...you...this is...self-inflicted ...Dead End..." The voice of the Sphinx King Finx was full of evil and dry taste, as if a piece of rotten wood was slowly breaking.

Wait a moment, Lucien suddenly noticed a certain word.

"Confinement"!

Is Finx imprisoned here?

Its deep sleep and its resurrection cannot interfere with itself?

That being the case, it seems that an imprisoned legend is no longer so strong and invulnerable, there is still a glimmer of hope!

The adventure factor hidden in Lucien's bones made his heart beat more steadily. Holding the scroll in his left hand, he calmly sensed the recovery of the extremely evil power.

too slow! The speed of power recovery is too slow! In the case of not "normal resurrection", the growth of the evil aura is firm but extremely slow!

This kind of "resurrection" that has been arranged for tens of thousands of years, how can simple rituals and pressure affect the completion!

"There are at least 30 seconds left to reach the level of legendary aura." Lucien judged very indifferently, unlike being in a dangerous situation, and then chanted the spell, superimposing the "brute force technique" on himself, after the buffer , released the "Brute Force of the Bull" again, and finally took out a tube of "Fire Giant's Fist" potion and took it for insurance.

Since going out this time is relatively dangerous, Lucien exchanged a lot of materials for arranging the magic circle and various useful potions, and squandered the extra arcane points he got after mortgaging the annuity proceeds to his teacher Fernando, but who knew he had just entered the night plateau , and used a large amount of materials to trap Earl Vlad.

This made Lucien sigh, this is the war of money. Of course, compared with the things obtained from the Rhine Treasury, the value of materials and potions is much less.

The blood seemed to turn into scorching magma and flowed violently in the blood vessels. Lucien's introverted and well-proportioned arms suddenly swelled up with solid muscles, and there were faintly beating flames inside.

"There are still twenty-one seconds..." The swelling power made Lucien feel uncontrollable, and his body became extremely bulky, but he couldn't take other medicines to enhance agility, balance and reaction, so he could only cast the second-ring magic again "Cat's Elegance" made me feel a little lighter—a high-level potion like "Fire Giant's Fist" couldn't be taken twice in a row without the body of a great knight. Flesh has a devastating impact.

"Nineteen seconds, eighteen seconds..."

Lucien held the scroll in his mouth, and took out an ordinary standard long sword from the storage bag, holding the hilt tightly with both hands.

A warm feeling came back from the wooden gauntlet, and the little panic, helplessness, and worry in Lucien's heart dissipated, leaving only a firm will.

"Bold...mortal...I...will...make you...a...slave...of...my...eternal...whether...alive...or...dead..." Fink The anger in Sri Lanka's emotions became more and more obvious, and the confidence in his own strength and the joy of "resurrection" were also clearly expressed in the sharp ear-piercing like fine sand and ground glass.

However, it still showed no signs of leaving the golden coffin and attacking Lucien.

This is very consistent with Lucien's guess that it was "imprisoned"!

Just don't know if it will be able to get rid of the shackles when it returns to legendary level.

"Fifteen seconds, fourteen seconds...you have to set aside five seconds to activate the scroll, as the last choice."

Sensing the slow recovery of the evil aura, Lucien counted the passage of time and walked to the golden coffin again with still heavy steps.

"I...had...resurrected...from...slumber...to come back..." Finx's voice became louder and louder, arousing bursts of echoes and surges of black energy, towards the "Holy One" Signs of sprawl beyond the gates.

"Twelve seconds, eleven seconds... At this time, it seems more emotional to say 'I'm back' directly, and it has the demeanor of a legendary strong..." Even in an abnormally calm state, Lucien's heart was full of various emotions. A strange idea, but will not let them affect their own judgment and action.

On the golden coffin, the lid was pushed aside, and a layer of thick black air covered "Finks' corpse". Lucien raised "Pale Justice" and chopped it down with all his strength.

There was no bright light, no astonishing aura, and the ordinary sword blade slashed fiercely at the thick black air with a slightly flickering metallic luster.

The unspeakable gentle and firm color flashed by, and the black air was like ice and snow meeting the sun, quickly melting and separating, revealing the mummy of the sphinx lying inside.

It was as tall as two or three sphinxes, with a golden crown inlaid with sunstones and moonstones on its head, pure white bandages wrapped around its face and body, only a pair of long and narrow eyes were exposed, which shone evilly and coldly of light.

"I...from...death...to..."

Before it opened its mouth, there was a rumbling and evil voice, but before it finished speaking, "Pale Justice" slashed straight at its face!

"Pale Justice" suddenly burst into a powerful momentum, firm and persistent, orderly and fair, never turning back, never shrinking back!

"……come!"

Finx let out a miserable scream. Under the "ordinary luster" long sword, the pure white bandages split open one by one, revealing the decayed and pale muscles underneath, and the brown-yellow sphinx hair had turned into a A black filthy filament.

"ah!"

The rotten and pale muscles were cut open, and a thick, foul-smelling, yellow liquid flowed out, quickly evaporating under the unglamorous blade of the sword.

"ah!"

During the third scream, countless tiny black beetles spewed out from Finx's body. They were densely packed and gathered into a black cloud, blocking "Pale Justice".

The huge rebounding force and black air erosion that existed from the beginning made Lucien, who was holding a long sword, step back three steps. Its body was actually stronger than the magic council's seven-element alloy with layers of magic defense. Even tougher! Is this the legendary body?

Black beetles rained down one by one, and Finks' body lit up in black, white and gray, filling the golden coffin again.

Pulled by an inexplicable force, the golden lid was rattled back together.

Everything became calm, and the turbulent black air slowly rose and fell, and Finks, who had just "returned the king", was silent again like this.

"Pale Justice" is the equivalent of a legendary weapon when facing demons, demons and undead!

Lucien supported his body with pale justice, and seemed to exhaust all his strength with just one strike of the sword, but he finally beat the "resurrected" Finx back to the world of the dead.

Only strength and attack, without agility and balance, Lucien did not intend to fight with a legend at all. He was able to kill Finx because he was imprisoned in the golden coffin. After all, "pale justice" has no end The attribute of not hitting must be within the scope of its sword body to play a role.

Therefore, seeing that Finks had calmed down, Lucien no longer tried to push the golden coffin away to have a good fight with it.

"Who imprisoned Finx? Why imprison it? Why is there a resurrection?"

Numerous questions arose in Lucien's mind, but now is not the time to get to the bottom of it, he must hurry up and leave.

Just as he was about to turn around, recalling Finx's heroic words of "the king is back from his sleep", Lucien had a bad taste and bowed slightly:

"Please continue to sleep."

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The pressure of Prince Dracula's gaze caused the high priest, who was kneeling and praying outside the door of the saints, to lie flat on the ground. Even though his emotions had been indifferent for a long time, he couldn't control the trembling of his soul and body at this time.

After he relieved from the pressure, he immediately felt a strange movement in the black air behind the gate of the saint, as if he was embracing something or cheering something.

"What happened?" The high priest raised his head, suddenly felt something, and looked back to another corridor, only to see a skinny sphinx wearing a golden crown and countless black feathers stuck in the back of his head. fly.

"Your Excellency Herotus." The high priest bowed his head in panic.

This is the priest of the gods, the ninth-level powerhouse Helotos.

The fur on Helotos' face had turned pale, and he said solemnly: "A terrifying legendary strongman passed by just now, and I am worried that the sleep of the 'Great King' will be affected."

Suddenly, he fixed his eyes and looked at Aska who was still upright by the door. He was in sharp contrast with Inke who was lying on the ground next to him.

"It's a phantom, someone has sneaked into the gate of the saint!" Under the huge gap in rank, Herottos recognized it as a phantom at a glance.

The high priest cast the innate spell in astonishment and bewilderment, a faint starlight flashed in his eyes, and he finally saw that Aska not far away was an almost real phantom!

"Someone has sneaked into the gate of the saint!" He blurted out.