Chapter 1266 Phantom

They walked deeper into the kingdom of God, and walked through this land blessed by the gods. Mortals used ten thousand years of illusions to build this magnificent city, but now, it has become a gorgeous and solemn ruin.

The cheerers and powerful guardians of the kingdom of God in the myths and legends have all gone with the end of the myth. Kamel and the explorers led by him have not encountered any obstacles here...not even encountered anyone except themselves. activities outside of the target.

Except for those ancient ruins that are constantly running over the kingdom of God.

The procession passed through a tall arch, which stood abruptly on the street, as if it were a mere ornament. Myrmina stretched out her hand and brushed lightly on the pillars supporting the arch. The seemingly indestructible, A layer of weathered and decayed debris fell from the iron-gray metal pillar that looked like a rock, and the debris dissipated and disintegrated in mid-air, but the scars that appeared on the pillar returned to their original state in a second.

"It was stagnated at the moment of destruction... at the moment when mortal thoughts were disconnected," the former goddess of magic raised her head and said thoughtfully, "The original appearance of the myth that was terminated by human beings in the end. Is that so... I thought it would take on an even more absurd and dilapidated appearance, but I didn't expect it to be just a yellowed and faded illusion."

Kamel couldn't help but looked up at the tall lady beside him, and asked curiously, "What is your country... like?"

"As a former mortal mage, don't you know?" Mirmina showed a smile on her face, quietly watching the ancient arcane master floating next to her, "That country was created by you .”

"... there is an endless starry sky, each 'star' symbolizes a magical truth in the world, and there is an extremely huge magic tower standing in the center of the starry sky, the top and base of the tower are hidden in the darkness and cannot be seen , all the mysteries are gathered in the tower, and the supreme source of magic guards every floor of the tower, and only the blessed explorers are qualified to see the knowledge contained in that tower..."

Listening to the description in Kamel's low voice, the smile on Mirmina's face became more obvious, but there was more helplessness mixed in that smile: "Yes, there is a tall tower, and there are stars and so on... ...yet I try to touch the starry sky, which is just a shell that hangs over the edge of the kingdom of God, and I try to pluck the stars, which are just glowing stones embedded in the shell, carved with meaningless runes—my Looking outside through that layer of shell, I can only see the ancient gods who died in death floating close to the border of the kingdom of God, broken bones and indescribable fragments pouring in layers from the clumsy graffiti on the starry sky..."

The former goddess of magic shook her head: "Then I locked myself in the tower for thousands of years, deliberately not answering any prayers from mortals, not paying attention to the changes in the mortal world, and finally let the shell appear. crack,

I ran out of the Kingdom of God, passing through the layers of wreckage, ruins and corpses, through the reverberation of endless whispers and thoughts that can drive mortals instantly mad, it took a century, maybe two centuries, to I finally arrived at the gap between the deep sea and the shadow world... There, I finally found some peace. "

"...It's not easy for you." Kamel was silent for a few seconds before finally choking out such a sentence.

He never thought that one day he would stand in front of a god so calmly, and even discuss such things with a god.

Things are unpredictable.

Mir Mina didn't care about Kamel's exclamation, she just looked forward suddenly, there was a majestic high wall with an arc standing in front of the team, and a gate big enough to accommodate giants stood on that high wall , Many gorgeous flags hang down around the high wall. The heavy shields are used as heavy hammers at the end of the flags to make them hang straight down. There are countless shining spears and swords as decorations on the top of the high wall. They are neatly arranged, as if An army is paraded for review.

"It seems that we have arrived at another place described in the God of War scriptures," Kamel looked up and said with a serious tone, "this should be the 'arena' described in their religious stories .”

The team walked forward, and Mirmina glanced at the magnificent gate and the huge shields hanging on both sides of the gate, and at the same time said slowly: "The arena of Kall, the God of War, stands at the end of the walk of cheerers, and the eternity The feasting palace is far away. This is the place where the gods come in person. Kyle often comes to this arena in person to watch the brave warriors compete with each other and hone their skills. Into the arena, to guide those favored warriors, to give them greater power...but more often he sits on the highest throne at the end of the arena, inspecting everyone like a general."

The gate of the arena was closed tightly, and Mirmina put her hand on the unusually heavy gate, and she only pushed lightly, and the seemingly unshakable door opened a door that was big enough to accommodate ordinary people. Through the opening, Kamel floated forward, but before passing through the gate, he couldn't help but glanced at Mirmina: "How do you know so much about God of War? Didn't you mean that there is a difference between different gods?" Can't communicate, and can't spy on the kingdom of the gods?"

Mirmina lowered her head, a smile appeared on her face covered with black veil: "I checked it from the Internet temporarily."

Kamel was stunned for a moment, and then she was right after thinking about it—this Ms. Gaota is also an experienced netizen, and she spends 23 hours in the neural network in 24 hours a day...but it is reasonable and reasonable , the answer was different from what he had imagined...

However, after following His Majesty Gawain Cecil for so long, he has also seen a lot of weird things and abnormal characters. His heavy mobile energy station was the first to float towards the gate of the arena, and the rest of the exploration team followed suit.

Mirmina followed through the gate and looked up towards the end of the arena.

An unusually tall and burly figure sat quietly on the throne prepared for giants. His whole body was covered with airtight iron-gray heavy armor, and his hollow helmet hung down slightly. The black hole in the helmet was staring at the gate of the arena direction, watching the uninvited guests who stepped into this place.

Cardiopulmonary arrest! !

Kamel looked up, and instantly felt that the flow of magic power in his body froze for a moment, and there was a series of metal collision sounds immediately behind him—the white knights were also surprised when they saw the figure, and immediately Then the warrior's instinct made them clenched the warhammer and the heavy-duty holy light blaster in their hands. Everyone was ready to fight in an instant, and even Kamel also had two groups of shining arcane lights appearing in his hands. energy!

But at such a tense moment, Mirmina's voice suddenly came, interrupting the attack that everyone was about to make: "Calm down—this seems to be just a phantom."

"Phantom?" Kamel was startled, and only then did he notice that the figure sitting on the throne at the end of the arena was still completely silent until now. He just sat quietly on the throne, facing the person who stepped into this place. The uninvited guests did not respond.

A dry wind blew across the sky above the arena, and the flags fluttering on the top of the spears fluttered violently in the wind. The mortals who stepped into the kingdom of God and the phantom of the God of War that appeared in the kingdom of God were silently separated by the entire arena. After confronting each other, Kamel finally put away the floating energy ball in his hand, and led the vigilant team towards the giant figure in the distance.

The huge figure covered in hollow armor remained motionless - until then, Kamel and the white knights finally felt relieved.

At this time, Kamel also had time to feel the surrounding environment carefully. He raised an arm, looked at the situation where the arcane light floating on the surface of the arm was suppressed by the surrounding environment, and said thoughtfully: "This place is far away from teleportation. Disturbance from the door... I might be able to place my magic lab in this arena."

"It seems that the conditions are really good," Mirmina echoed. As the former ruler of the magic field, she certainly knew that Kamel had always wanted to find opportunities to verify the essence of magic power. She also had unprecedented enthusiasm for this project. Interested, "When the follow-up equipment is in place, you can start to set up the experimental environment - if you need help, you can contact me directly."

Kamel stopped, and he looked at the smiling former god beside him with some weirdness, before whispering for a long time, "If necessary, I will."

The explorers came to the huge throne, where the iron-gray armored giant still sat quietly, maintaining a posture overlooking the arena, just as Milmina judged: he was just a phantom.

Kamel looked up, and at such a close distance, he finally saw a illusory and transparent texture from the surface of the iron-gray armor, which made him curious: "Why is there a phantom of the god of war here? The god has fallen Will this kind of phantom appear in your own kingdom of God in the future?"

"I don't know," Mirmina slowly shook her head, "God of War...his fall process is very special, my experience may not be useful here..."

While talking, she stretched out her hand and lightly touched the hollow and illusory iron-gray armor. A feeling of touching a cold cloud came over, and almost at the same time, all the explorers including Kamel A voice suddenly appeared in the minds of the team members. The voice was deep, majestic, and with a steely texture. Everyone who heard it could not help but think of the battlefield, weapons, city walls, and legions. Illusion, and the content of the voice is only one sentence:

"Wish you guys good luck……"

The voice in my mind disappeared, and the many illusions that emerged with the voice also disappeared, and a dull voice came from the helmet of the white knight Quinn: "Master Kamel, I heard just now..."

"I heard that too - everyone checks the mental pollution readings!"

"The reading is zero." "No contamination." "The protective device did not alarm..."

In the process of dealing with the power of the gods, no matter what you hear or see, you must be prepared to be mentally polluted. Therefore, the exploration team quickly checked their respective situations and confirmed that no one was mentally polluted. Only then did Kamel have time to pay attention to the content of the "phantom" just now, he looked up at Mirmina: "That was just now... the voice left by God of War?!"

"It seems so." Mirmina also heard the voice, her eyes became serious, "That should be the last 'thinking imprint' left by the God of War before he left here..."

"Thinking imprint..." A white knight subconsciously said, "Could it be that he knew we were coming and left such a sentence?"

"No..." Kamel had already reacted, he shook his head, "This sentence is not reserved for us."

He raised his head, and his eyes fell on the iron-gray giant on the throne for a long time. After a few seconds, he said in a deep voice: "It is reserved for the mortal army that will face him on the battlefield of Winterhold."

Mirmina was silent for a long time, and after a long time she stretched out her hand, and lightly slapped the cold and solemn throne: "You brainless brat..."

The exploration team fell silent, and Kamel pondered for half a minute before suddenly looking up at Mir Mina: "At that time, shouldn't the God of War have gone completely crazy and out of control? How could he leave such a sentence?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from among the rows of seats in the arena stands not far away: "At that time, my Lord was indeed completely insane...but there can also be a trace of reason in the ultimate madness. "

This sudden sound was even as frightening as when he saw the phantom of God of War just now. The magic brilliance on Kamel's body soared instantly, and he suddenly turned to the direction from which the sound came: "Who is it?!"

Under the watchful eyes of the explorers, a figure in a robe slowly walked out from behind the seats in the nearby stands.

In this dead and gradually disintegrating Kingdom of the God of War, a mortal figure appeared!

He was wearing the robe of the God of War priest, with an illusory and transparent crown on his head. His face was blurred under the chaotic skylight, but he could still vaguely recognize an old man. This figure came out from behind the stand, Step by step, he walked down the stairs slowly, and came to Kamel and the white knights. Like a ghost, there was no sound of footsteps or breath, just like... the phantom of the god of war next to him.

"You finally came out." Mirmina was not surprised by the appearance of this figure, she seemed to have already noticed it, "I felt you just now."

"You are another god." The ghostly figure looked at Mirmina and said respectfully.

"It used to be."

"Forgive me for not being able to worship you—I only honor my Lord."

"You don't have to worship me - I'm retired."

Kamel stared at the "ghost" old man who appeared in front of him. Although he had already guessed in his heart, he still asked in a serious tone: "Who are you?"

"Malm Dunit, this is the name I used before... you can call me by it," the old man in the priest's robe said slowly, "As for now... I am just a humble servant here .”

"Malm Dunit, the Pope of Typhon War God Church...it really is like this," Kamel stared at him closely, with a low voice, "You should have rested in peace...why are you still wandering here?"

Malm, the former God of War Pope didn't answer immediately, but turned around to look at the figure on the throne, and said softly after a long time: "I will accompany my Lord."