Age of Mysticism

  Chapter 172 Tomb Royal Court

   Boiling couldn't speak, but the communication at the level of consciousness let Sandpaper know his answer.

   "I don't think it's too big, but it's really not suitable for use here. If we blow this place down, we won't be able to go back. Now let's go to Miss Skylight and the Kestrel.

what! They came, so fast. "

  Sandpaper and Kestrel have a unique sensory connection and can locate each other in this maze.

  Qingkong walked over on the gravel, she didn't expect sandpaper to end the battle so quickly. This combination of violent girls and war machines seems to be more suitable for sandpaper.

  Among the gravel, the torn limbs of the undead quickly reassembled. Without the control of the abyss mage, the undead were free. Instead of attacking Qingkong and the others, they all hid in the rooms on both sides of the corridor.

  Clear Sky could sense that these undead hadn't left. They were hiding in the shadows, as if they were waiting for something.

   "Sandpaper, next time you encounter an emergency, don't act alone. Fortunately, you met an abyss mage this time. If it is the abyss apostle Polem, you and Boiling will definitely suffer."

  Sandpaper sometimes even dares to hate Luke, but he listens to Qingkong very much. Her hair was drooping, and she looked like a puppy being taught a lesson: "I see, Miss Skylight. I will never act alone again next time..."

   "Being obedient... But you and Boiling did a great job. Killing an abyss mage will save us from dealing with one enemy, and we are sure that Portlem is here.

  We just need to find him slowly. "

  Received the compliment from Clear Sky, Sandpaper's hair sprang up again: "Find Portlem, let me and Boiling take the lead. Boiling performed very well, go back and reward my sister for the special blended engine oil."

  Boiling raised his hand and swayed, looking very happy.

  At this time, Kestrel said: "Miss Clear Sky, the undead who has been following us is here..."

  Everyone looked in the direction the kestrel was pointing to, and the searchlight on Boiling's shoulder shone there. Standing in the middle of the corridor was a man wearing the magic apprentice robes of the Oulu Academy a hundred years ago, blocking the strong light with his hands.

  A part of the light penetrates through his body, it can be seen that he is not an entity, but a realized ghost.

   Ghost said: "I mean no harm..."

  Clear Sky moved the beam of the boiling searchlight slightly away, and the opponent lowered his hand to reveal his appearance. A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy with beautiful chestnut curly hair.

   "Who are you? What identity should you say, why have you been following us?"

"My name is Lemondo, an undead. This may be what I looked like when I was alive. After all, as an undead, I won't remember what happened in my lifetime..." Lemondo slowly approached: "Are you looking for those mages who invaded here? ? I can help you."

   "Stand still!" Qingkong warned the approaching undead: "Although I can't kill you here, I can seal you up. Do you know where those mages are?"

  Lemondo stood still immediately, and he replied: "They are on the third floor, I can take you there, and I can also help you."

  Clear Sky did not relax her vigilance, she asked Lemondo: "Why help us. To you, they are intruders, and we are also intruders."

  Lemondo replied angrily: "After they came in, they arrested the undead here. Most of the undead were sealed by them, and only a small number of them escaped their hunt by hiding.

   They also took Jenny.

  We all hope that you can drive those mages away and restore peace here. "

  As Lemondo said, some undead came out of the houses on both sides, as if they were willing to help.

  Qing Kong continued to ask: "Who is Jenny?"

   "She is different from us..." Lemondo said: "She is not an undead, she is our companion, telling us the story of our life."

  Bruce Ban was greatly surprised: "Is there someone alive in the student dormitory that sank into the ground? This is impossible. It is impossible for a person to live here for more than a hundred years. Are you sure that Jenny is not an undead?"

   "We're sure she's not an undead, she has memories."

  Bruce Ban, who was confirmed, said to Qingkong: "We have to save her...God! Someone has been buried from a hundred years ago to the present. It is hard to imagine how she spent it here."

   "Yes, we have to save her." Qing Kong said to Lemondo: "Rescuing Jenny and other undead does not conflict with our purpose of coming this time, and we can help each other to make things go smoothly.

  Lemondo, you can just lead us the way, other undead don't follow. Your combat power will only get in the way for us. "

   "Obey, mighty elf."

  Lemondo agrees with what Qingkong said, the undead here can be resurrected indefinitely, but their combat power is scum.

   Except for Lemondo, the other undead retreated into the rooms on both sides, and the corridor was suddenly much quieter.

   "Let's go...it's almost dawn. Try to finish work before dawn. After a busy day, I'm sleepy too." Qingkong looked at his battery, there was still 70% left.

   "Yes, please follow me."

   Lemondo turned and walked back, Qing Kong waved his hand, and Sandpaper and Boiling followed. The others walked forward in accordance with the previous formation, ensuring vigilance.

   There is no need to search rooms one by one, and the speed of the team is much faster. After walking through a corridor and a staircase, the group reached the third floor. The boiling lights illuminated the dark corridor, and some green will-o'-the-wisps appeared on the walls on both sides, as if pointing the way for them.

  Just about fifty meters ahead, a black curtain blocked the light from shining. There is a black flame dancing on the black screen, which swallows all other lights, as if there is another world on the other side.

  "Miss Clear Sky..." Sandpaper noticed the abnormality ahead: "My perception can't penetrate that layer of darkness, the other party looks very powerful."

  Lemondo also said: "Those mages are over there."

   "I see..." Qingkong said to the team members: "That is a unique space created by Potlem with secret techniques, and there should be powerful undead created with secret techniques, as well as very sinister illusions.

   After you come in with me, don't run around, especially Professor Ban, you have the lowest mental power and are most susceptible to illusions. "

  Bruce Class held his magic wand tightly: "Yes, Professor Clear Sky, I won't drag you down."

   "Okay! Since Potlem opened a dungeon for us, I'll take you in and clear it."

  Qingkong led the team to the front, and the others followed closely behind her.

  As the distance got closer, the beams of the boiling searchlight still couldn't penetrate that layer of darkness. The dancing flames on the black screen became clearer, like hands showing their teeth and claws, trying to pull all intruders into the endless abyss.

   Walking to the front of the shady scene, Qingkong took out the Canggu rock machete, and the level was pushed down to 80.

  Her eyes turned the color of ice crystals, and as the Holy Grail appeared above her head to sprinkle blessings, her right arm emitted a pure white holy light. A layer of half armor is attached from the arms, and patterns appear on the cheeks.

  The surging sacred energy radiated forward, and the black curtains that could not be penetrated by the searchlight beams were sunken inwards, and a passage appeared in front of Clear Sky.

   Qing Kong, who had entered an extremely calm state, didn't say much, and walked into the passage. After seeing Qingkong's change of clothes in surprise, the others also filed in.

  Passing through the darkness, the corridor in front of you is no longer the corridor of the dormitory building, but a closed hall.

   Except for the clear sky, everyone was shocked by what they saw.

   "This is the secret word: the royal court of the tomb." Qingkong reminded everyone who had never seen such a scene.

  This palace-shaped tomb is extremely spacious, with eighteen thick stone pillars propping up a towering dome. The walls of the tomb are carved with exquisite murals, the figures and animals are lifelike, and the eyes are inlaid with colorful gemstones.

   At the end of the tomb palace is a high platform on which stands a throne. At this moment, Potlem was sitting on the throne. He propped his chin with one hand, and wore a crown on his head. His eyes shot red, and he looked down on the people below with an extremely proud attitude.

"Miss Sunny Sky, you amaze me!" Potlem's voice came from top to bottom, with a gale: "You can actually accurately name this secret technique that I specially developed for myself. I really doubt that you used to be an abyss mage, otherwise how would you know so many of our secrets!"

  Potlem's other hand tapped slowly on the armrest of the throne.

  咚咚咚...It was very loud and piercing in the empty tomb hall. At the same time, the gemstones on the wall that act as eyes also emit light, flashing with the rhythm.

  The voice became louder and louder, as if a well-trained army was marching neatly.

"Now you can doubt whatever you want, and you don't have to doubt it when you die." Clear Sky quickly took out a cardboard box from the space backpack, and said to Bruce Ban: "See the wall behind us? Use the ones on it as The jewels of the eyes are replaced with those I brought.

   Time is running out, be quick! "

   "Yes, Professor Clear Sky." Bruce Ban turned around holding the cardboard box. Behind him was not the shady scene they walked in, but the wall of the tomb hall. There are also many mural sculptures on this wall, and the eyes of those figures and animals are shining gems.

  Bruce Ban opened the cardboard box, which was full of obsidian. He used magic to pop out a gemstone on the wall, and then used shaping magic to trim an obsidian into a suitable shape and size, and then embedded it in its original position.

  As a former teaching assistant in the Department of Alchemy and responsible for the processing of alchemical materials, Bruce Ban is very handy in handling this kind of work. Moreover, he could see that a large-scale esoteric language was in progress, and what Professor Qingkong asked him to do must be to affect the release of this esoteric language.

   It must be fast, and the deployment of the new word of the secret technique must be completed before the word of the secret technique is actually released.

   Seeing Bruce Ban's actions, Portlem finally couldn't continue to act calmly. He quickened his tapping on the armrest, and asked Qing Kong: "You, how could you understand this secret language! Who are you!"

   "Get ready to fight, a large group of enemies are approaching." Clear Sky reminded Sandpaper and Kestrel in a low voice, and then walked forward with a knife. She teleported to the high platform, stepped up the steps, and walked step by step towards Portlem on the throne at the end: "I...know more than you think."

   Qing Kong stretched out her hand, and the Book of Calamity floated in her palm.

  Seeing the Book of Calamity, the red light in Potlem's eyes instantly focused. At this time, the secret words he had prepared reached the moment when he had to release them.

  Potlem stopped his tapping hand, turned over his palm, and a shriveled brain floated on his palm.

   "Secret Words: The Last Song of the Dark Knight!"

   "Secret Words: The Last Song of the Dark Knight!"

  Portlem on the throne and Clear Sky walking up the stairs speak secret words at the same time. The shriveled brain turned into powder in Potlem's hands and then disappeared, while his eyes were still fixed on the Book of Calamity.

   "It turns out that the Book of Calamity can be used in this way."

   Qingkong smiled and took back the book of disaster: "Are you surprised? Want it! If you beat me, this book is not yours..."

   At this time, the entire tomb hall made a huge roar, and the four walls cracked and turned over. Behind the walls was the army of dark knights waiting in full battle.

  After the door of the tomb was fully opened, a neat line of dark knights marched out. The undead horse was wearing black luminous horse armor, and the knight on the seat was also wearing black full body armor, holding a long-handled saber in his hand.

   Rows of dark knights came out from behind the wall door, neatly as if copied and pasted.

  Bruce Ban, who was standing by the wall, was forced back again and again by the dark knight walking out in front of him. Behind him, Sandpaper, Kestrel, Boiling and Sally took out their weapons at the same time, ready to attack the oncoming Dark Knight.

  Bruce Ban quickly stopped: "No, no, no, don't attack them. They are on our side! Look at their eyes, they are different from the eyes of the dark knights in the other three directions!"

After sandpaper, they reminded the dark knights looking in the other three directions. The eyes of those dark knights' helmets were all blood red. Although the eyes of the dark knights in this direction were also red, they seemed to be red with a layer of dark lenses. .

   "What happened? How did the dark knights summoned by these abyssal apostles become ours?"

Faced with the question of sandpaper, Bruce Ban also said he didn't know: "This is the magic of Professor Qingkong. The words of the secret technique she mastered are like the stars in the night sky. If there is enough time, I think Professor Qingkong can put everything here The Dark Knight becomes our side."

  When Sandpaper also wanted to express some emotion, Kestrel reminded: "If you have any questions, please ask Miss Qingkong after the fight, the battle has begun!"

  After all the dark knights came out, the wall door behind them closed, and all the gemstones representing eyes on the mural disappeared.

  Then the dark knights raised their sabers together, urging their horses to charge faster. The sound of horseshoes running was like thunder, the ground shook violently, four black torrents collided together, and steel clashed with steel to make a clanging sound.

   There is no cry in the battle between the undead, only the icy blade that swung and fell.

  On the high platform, the clear sky flickered and reappeared, and it was already in front of Portlem.

  (end of this chapter)