Chapter 900 Dragon Tomb
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The northwest continent of the Innocence, deep underground at the end of the Dragon Clan, the burial place of bones
Mo Lazy slowly opened With his eyes, he looked around at the hair-raising mess around him. The turbid and deep darkness did not have any impact on him, so that the circle of 'remains' outside that almost formed a hill did not even have a fig leaf to cover it. Such a stern look appeared in his dark eyes, quiet and low-key, exactly how a corpse should look.
The last time ‘Mo’ was offline was at 9:23 am on the same day.
At that moment, at least a hundred powerful undead creatures surrounded him furiously, trying to kill this stupid, arrogant human who broke into the tomb chamber without permission.
And now, ten hours and twenty-four minutes later, the uninvited guest who should have been torn into pieces and whose existence was wiped out from the soul level by the dragons is still sitting upright in the strange statue under him. The statue was unscathed.
The 'Ghost Keepers'' offensive at all costs failed to produce any results except for exhausting the power they had accumulated for countless years.
These loyal spirits cannot even touch a body that has been without a soul for more than ten hours and is almost at the mercy of others.
This is indeed something that sounds ridiculous, but what makes this absurdity become reality are the two ghost figures standing on the left and right of the statue of the fallen angel...
[Prisoner]
Summoned Creatures
HP: 120600/185000
Physique: 163400/250000
Traits: Distortion, Spirit Casting, Distortion
Skills: None
[Remarks: A prisoner on death row in Huangquan. 】
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【Withered Soul】
Summoned creature
Health value: 1/1
Physical value: 1/1
Magic value: 1/1
Sensitivity value: 1/1
Faith value: 1/1
Rage value: 1/1
Traits: Reflection, intangibility, frenzy
Skills: NA/NA
[Remarks : A lonely soul in hell. 】
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The appearance of the summoned creature called the Prisoner is quite close to that of a human being. It is about three meters tall. Its head is wrapped in some kind of black leather of unknown texture, and it is filled with an exaggerated number of things. White bone needles, and the eyes, mouth, nose, ears and other locations were sewn full of intertwined metal wires, which looked grotesque and terrifying.
Its naked upper body in the air was gray-white, full of explosive muscles, and every inch was branded with a curse like a ghostly drawing. Its wrists and ankles were wrapped with layers of iron chains, but the end was not like that. It is easy to think of an iron ball, but There are four coffins stuck upside down on the ground like iron piles. The two coffins locked with the hands are no different in size from ordinary coffins. The other two are more than twice as big and must be at least four meters high. On the surface, they are both. It was engraved with the same curse seal as that of the prisoner.
"Master."
As if sensing something, this strange-looking creature that didn't look very smart turned around the moment Mo opened his eyes and rushed back. The user bowed deeply, and the mask on his head, which seemed to be bent on killing the user, moved slightly, and made a sound... like that of a middle-aged gentleman, completely inconsistent with his style of painting.
Mature, respectful and polite.
"Master."
Another guardian also bowed his body and greeted Mo Fuxi. He was also the summoned creature that had resisted the 'Ghost Keeper' for more than ten hours, [Withered Soul] ]'s appearance is relatively normal compared to the [Prisoner] next to him. It is very petite, and its body that is always hunched is not as tall as a prisoner's hips even when it stands upright. It is wearing a dirty gray long coat, and its hair is dirty, long and dense, completely hiding its appearance. Below, at first glance, he looks like a wrinkled underage beggar gang disciple.
Compared to the prisoner, its voice is not out of place. Simply put, it is the kind of slightly hoarse and neutral boyish voice that can be uttered by both men and women.
“How much is left?”
Mo didn't look at them, he just raised his head, showing the face exactly like Mo Tan and Hei Fan, and asked lightly.
Perhaps because there is no possibility of being seen, or perhaps because the situation requires it, Mo is not wearing his mask [Sealing Sin] at this moment.
"About 20% left, Master."
The prisoner immediately responded with its inconsistent magnetic voice, and added after a brief pause : "Although the order you gave us before leaving was to protect this body, those garbage have been trying to attack you, so we can only make some appropriate counterattacks. If we are not careful..."
" Kill a few more.”
Withered soul stupidly finished the sentence for the prisoner who immediately shut up because Mo glanced at him.
"It doesn't matter."
Moving his eyes away from the prisoner who began to tremble uncontrollably, Mo glanced at the dots of blue ghost flames in the distance: "It's just some inferior It's just a puppet, it doesn't matter even if they are all killed."
"What you mean is..."
"I have already given enough patience and sincerity. Before further negotiations, let's get rid of those. Get rid of the eyesore.”
Mo Tan stood up and walked slowly down the [Fallen God Statue] that was stuck diagonally on the ground. Under the invisible gazes of the prisoner and the withered soul, he said lightly: "One minute."
"Yes, Master!"
"Yes!"
The next second, these summoned creatures, which were not normal in every sense of the word, had disappeared where they were. Jumping towards their 'prey' with joy.
Before a giant skeleton tens of meters long, exuding a cold air, could realize what was happening, its neck was broken by two roaring coffins, and it was brutally beaten in the next moment. It penetrated through the skull and was 'extinguished' without any resistance.
Not far away, a bone dragon that seemed to be the same as other dragon corpses at first glance, but had three extra pairs of bone wings, two heads, and more than forty eyes was wreaking havoc among those of the same kind. The sinister 'Dragon's Breath' mixed with a large number of distorted attributes instantly burned down three times as many enemies as the prisoners.
There were only about thirty 'inferior' undead creatures left, and it took a full minute...
It was really a bit too loose. ……
Ten minutes later
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As if calculated, after repatriating the two summoned creatures that became increasingly noisy, Mo, who had a smooth journey, appeared in front of a stone door just at this hour. .
This is the end of this burial ground and the entrance to another tomb.
“Sorry to bother you.”
Mo repeated what he had said earlier when he first entered this space, then raised his right hand and pressed it on the door in front of him that was huge enough for two people. On the stone door where two adult dragons passed through side by side: "I'm looking for Bosh Gallon, please make it easier."
Centered on his right hand, the dark shadow began to spread rapidly -
"You are very rude, young man."
A low growl filled with anger came from the fan that had been shadowed There was a sound from behind the stone door that covered two thirds of it.
"Really?"
Mo smiled noncommittally and said lightly: "I left you at least ten hours, Mr. Gatekeeper, and even thoughtfully arranged two hours for you. A relatively docile guy helps you understand the gap in strength between us. During this period, you can choose to open this empty door at any time instead of letting me, who has exhausted my patience, knock on it myself. .”
boom! ! !
The moment the shadow finally covered the door, it turned into powder in a dull explosion, melting into the air like fine snow before falling to the ground. .
"I also gave you ten hours, stupid rude person."
The cold golden vertical pupils stared at Mo unblinkingly, the owner of the eyes was a looker He looks like a young man in his twenties, with long flaxen hair. He wears a set of exquisite silver light armor, and his appearance is a bit more limited than Mo Qiang. There are a pair of silver horns on both sides of his forehead. The back of his hands, sides of his neck, cheeks and other parts are also covered with silver scales, and there is a pair of wingspan behind his back. The dragon wings, which are about three meters long, look like a young half-dragon at first glance.
But in fact, he is a silver dragon, a genuine, powerful silver dragon that has been dead for thousands of years.
"Spyro Davian, the gatekeeper of the Dragon Tomb."
The silver dragon turned into a human and stared at the human young man in front of him, with cold anger burning in his eyes: "If you think I am following Those based on the powerful physique of the Dragon Clan, use It’s just like an undead creature that took countless years to develop some consciousness. It’s totally wrong.”
“Mo, a nobody.”
Mo walked into the Dragon Tomb casually. Looking at the spirits around With the exquisite reliefs and the thick layer of jewelry piled on the ground, he asked casually: "So, you said you gave me ten hours too, just to let me think clearly about the real gatekeeper and the undead outside. It's also two different things. Right?"
Sparrow Davian did not answer, but held his right hand in front of him and grasped it hard, grabbing a short staff that shone with colorful light, and sneered. : "I don't know etiquette."
"Bluffing."
Mo Yan said briefly and concisely, then took half a step to the left without haste, dodging more than a dozen fire, thunder, ice, wind, earth, etc. Made of various elements Flash, while slowly walking towards Spyro, whose face gradually became stiff, he asked in a tone like chatting with a friend: "The spatial structure here seems to be very interesting. If I guessed correctly, the so-called Dragon Tomb should... That's big The energy is attached to the subspace on the bone burial ground in front, and the 'anteroom' you are guarding is a place similar to a transit station."
"What do you mean... eh! ”
Si Palo couldn't finish his words. The reason was very simple. Just when he was staring at the human being in front of him who exuded a strange aura, and was about to brew a powerful magic that would make the latter unable to avoid it, he suddenly lost it. target.
Not only that, the elemental arrays that Sparrow had carefully hidden in the alien plane also lost contact with him at the same time.
"I mean, if possible, I hope you can help me lead the way, Mr. Gatekeeper."
"!?"
A calm voice sounded close by, before he died. Spyro Davian, who had real legendary level strength and even became a dracolich after his death and continued to improve himself, turned his head to the side in fear, meeting the eyes of the young human who seemed to have an abyss hidden in his eyes. relatively.
At the same time, more than a dozen magic circles of different sizes and scales appeared around the two people along with a series of spatial fluctuations, firmly locking on their casters!
“Wonderful magical skills.”
Mo raised his head and glanced at the well-structured complex arrays in the air, smiled at Sparrow and said: "If it were the 'Dragon Sage' Spyro Davian during his lifetime, I would probably be injured all over my body now." You can't even retreat. It's a pity that you are now so weak that you are not even as good as 20% of what you were in the past. Hehe, if the person who came here today was not me, you might still be able to rely on this artistic level of spellcasting to get around. It's a pity... ….”
He did not continue talking, but as a spell caster, not only did he lose his target before his eyes, but Sparrow, who was even quietly controlling all the spells, fully understood.
The unsettling human man in front of me is definitely not something I can stop now.
That’s right, I can’t do it now!
But if it was the Dragon Sage Spyro in his lifetime, or the Dragon Lich Spyro before 'that incident' happened, no matter how weird the power this young man possessed, he would still be sure of it. Make it difficult for him to cross the thunder pool even half a step!
It's a pity...
"The dynasty that rose like a miracle destroyed everything."
Mo walked slowly past Sparrow and whispered: "They will stand on the food chain The dragons at the top pulled down the altar. They caused your loose country to fall apart. They cut off the inheritance of the golden dragon lineage, turned the dragon's pride into ruins, smeared your dragon blood on the battle flag, and wiped your pride away. Trampled under the dust, even the Dragon Tomb was sealed in the dust under these dead ruins, barely able to see the light of day."
Sparrow clenched his fists tightly and turned his back to his theoretical mind. The 'enemy' gritted his teeth and said: "What exactly do you want to say? If you plan to tell me how the Sun Dynasty destroyed the pride of the Dragon Clan, Bosh has already told us before."
"I feel very It's a pity, because if it hadn't been for that accident, even if a young person like me broke into this place, it would not have posed any threat to this mausoleum, and now..."
Mo sighed lightly, shook his head and said: "You... and your other compatriots who have not yet lost their souls and are trying hard to maintain this Dragon Tomb with their own accumulation over thousands of years, who can stop my blasphemous act?" ?”
Sparrow turned around suddenly, pointed the short stick in his hand at Mo and said sternly. : "Even if I fight for this remnant soul, I..."
"You can only fight for this remnant soul."
Mo turned his head slightly, choosing people like an abyss. And Yan's eyes were sharp and cold: "It's so pitiful that it makes people sympathize."
"You..."
"Maybe I can give you another way."
"Oh, a clear way?"
"A road of no return."
Eighty-nine Chapter Thirteen: The End
(End of this chapter)