24~ Tomb Guard

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Exquisite glyphs emerge on the steep, uneven rock walls, and red scales cast into tall statues standing between heaven and earth.

The emperor who was crowned emperor held the end of the sword in both hands, and the hair and beard that continued to the shoulders seemed to dance with the wind.

On both sides stood majestic iron armored stone sculptures, as if silently watching the intruders.

While sighing at the skillful skills of the ancients, they are also deeply embarrassed by the loss of inheritance and the craftsmanship that has been erased by the years.

"A completely impossible project... This emperor must have been the most awe-inspiring person in this continent." The knight said with wide eyes.

"Saint Luo XV, one of the greatest emperors of ancient mankind, personally led a large army to expedition the mainland, led the mainland coalition to defeat the blood spirit empire and expel it from the mainland, which is the ancestor of the modern blood clan." Mu Falcon casually said this. The famous knight answered his doubts with a hint of pride and awe in his words.

"Although this place is just a piece of clothing... It's a pity that this emperor, who is famous for his achievements in the dry autumn season in the mainland, was plotted by assassins to inherit the throne from his younger brother. If this wise emperor is still alive, how can catastrophe happen? Destroy the empire?

The eyes of the knights couldn't help but feel a little more regret.

"Your Excellency, the formation of the eye formation is completed, and the magic power is ready. I wonder if your majesty can be mentally prepared." The white-robed priest said very shyly, and glanced at the silent girl behind him intentionally or unintentionally.

"It's faster than I thought. Now that everything is ready, it's not too late. I think your majesty can't wait."

"Follow the orders of Lord Shinra, my dear wife, you are one step closer to the official boarding, the process may be a little uncomfortable, please uphold your mission and righteousness, and guide your clan's way forward.

Ji Yue walked forward silently, without paying any attention to Mu Falcon.

Next to the throne overlooking all living beings, there is a giant coffin of golden nanmu. The hexagonal platform has holes carved into the corners, and white fluorite inlays are placed in it.

Under the signal of the wooden falcon, the white-robed priest understood and waved his hand.

The knight took the rope and dragged the children who were tied like grasshoppers to the altar.

They are all young and homeless girls, most of them have a little red marks on their delicate and fair faces, and there are still dry tears on their cheeks. like a rigid corpse. Orphans with no identity or origin, missing will not attract anyone's attention, since the moment they were born, they have been abandoned by this world.

"This is the last batch of 'goods', and the orphanage said there will be no next transaction unless the price we offer is high enough for them to be willing to take the risk."

"I've said it for a long time, it's still a few copper stinky things." Mu Falcon's expression was indifferent, as if he was just discussing a few inanimate goods.

or pull snack

"If you have milk, you are a mother, tell them that the price is not a problem, but you have to do it well when you take the money. Are you all grasshoppers on a rope now, - all the best, the tail is not wiped clean, we are unlucky and they are also Don't try to please."

"Yes, my subordinates will tell the truth." The white robe sacrificed respectfully and withdrew. He understood that the time had come and did not dare to hesitate.

"The time has come, and the ceremony of lifting the curse has officially started. I respectfully send my emperor, Sheng Luoyue." Mu Falcon immediately knelt down on one knee. Qianying stood on the tall red-carved imperial platform, knelt down on both knees, and bowed her head reverently.

"Ancient ancestral god, Cypriel, the emperor of holiness and arbitration, the ancestors are above, with blood as a bond, inheritance does not quench the soul, and offer the blood of barbarians, may you light a candle for your descendants.

"Boom!" The six fluorites placed in the eyes of the hexagonal array burned with golden flames, and the mysterious power seemed to descend on the imperial platform at this moment.

Looking back at the knights and priests who bowed their heads, the wooden falcon's eyes flashed -- contempt and banter.

The scorching fire forms the outline, and the fluorite burning in the hole is gradually suspended in the air, surrounding the throne inlaid with gems.

"Everything is ready, Your Majesty, please." Mu Falcon stepped onto the platform and said respectfully.

On the formal stage, Mu Falcon has always treated his nominal wife with the courtesy of a monarch and a minister.

"It seems that I have a choice." Ji Yue smiled, walked onto the throne without disobedience, and hung a warm smile on the corner of her mouth as if mocking everything in the world.

"I hope you have some insight." Sending his blessings, Mu Falcon sat on the seat beside the array eye.

"Victory or defeat is all in one fell swoop, please.

"Yes!

The transparent golden curtain fell, covering the imperial platform, and the background of the throne was covered with a lonely twilight.

-The scene remains unchanged, the only thing that changes is the pattern carved on the red scale wall.

If it is not for the existence of a reference, without making people suspect that oneself is - - - - - in the same place - going around in circles.

Ji Bai kept his footsteps as low as possible, as if subconsciously preventing himself from disturbing something.

There is still no head in front of it, like hemp-like clay sculptures and stone carvings.

Does this imperial mausoleum exist without end? How big is it?

He suddenly felt so stupid that he would be afraid of a group of lifeless clay sculptures. Even if the stone carver has the finishing touch, the essence of these things is nothing more than a pile of stones plus

It's just mud, fear of this kind of thing, is it because the passage of time has taken away his courage.

Ji Bai took a step forward and ran to his heart's content. The trembling sound of his armor was like thunder in this quiet enclosed space, and the echo was delayed for several seconds before he could return.

The steps that accompany it are still the same scene, but the murals are always changing, as if to record the prosperity and defeat of the entire race.

The boots stomped on the ground and splashed ashes, and the armored man returned to his usual indifference and dullness.

I don't know how long he ran recklessly. He just panted and slowed down again and again. After his physical strength recovered, he continued to stretch his long legs.

I can't remember exactly how many times it was cycled, maybe only five or six times, or maybe fifty or sixty times.

The headless mausoleum has finally recovered.

Across a long distance, Ji Bai's eyes reached that - the earthy yellow, which was completely different from the red.

Probably, it's over.

It seems that it is close at hand, and it is only a little closer after several cycles. When it arrives, it is not how much time it has been flying.

How long has it been since I experienced the feeling of running freely and drippingly? I can't remember, probably from the moment I became a blood race, the human body has also been changed to some extent.

Adjusting his breathing, he walked towards the stone seat not far away with his limbs that were stiff from overwork.

What surprised Ji Bai was not this ordinary seat, but the earth wall against which the seat was leaning.

Ordinary loess walls without any carving marks?

Is this what the countless clay sculpture guards have been guarding over the years?

The appearance of the loess wall without carving marks in this imperial mausoleum is too inconsistent. The loess is the thing under one's feet, and it is also used to bury the dead.

The emperors yearn for endless power, and hope that after their death, they can also enjoy the hegemony in the huge tomb, and last forever, because it is impossible for the loess wall to appear in the emperor's tomb, which symbolizes the low and the end. Unless , this is - - a fake grave.

Ji Bai recalled it, it seemed that apart from the huge construction project, this huge underground imperial mausoleum had almost no grave goods, and some of the parliament tables along the way could only see a few old earthen cups and ceramic cups. Still very rough.

Is this really just a fake tomb?

Ji Bai looked around.

Clothes and crowns can have such a scale, and the degree of luxury is completely beyond his imagination.

Each of these ancient emperors was a tyrant who wasted on human life. It may not be accurate to say that, but in their eyes, human life and wealth may really be just a number.

The tomb of the clothes is built so realistically, is this trying to exhaust the tomb robbers?

After turning around a few times, he didn't find anything, and he wondered whether he needed to take a long-term view or go back first."

Ji Bai suddenly fell silent. He suddenly thought of a very philosophical question that included the endless reproduction of the big universe's biosphere and even endangered his own life.

How should I go back? How to go back? Go back?

I'm sorry, I didn't think about this when I came in. - So you can't go back? ?

Then why are you staying here, staring at this circle of clay figurines, calling a few more, and playing a few rounds of Gwent cards to discuss the philosophy of life?

I haven't studied space spells myself, and I haven't heard of the magic spell about distorting space. It's a fool's dream to go back with my own abilities.

"Crack." The crisp sound was particularly harsh at this moment, Ji Bai lowered his head and picked up a red-haired card with cracks.

Someone's been here, and it wasn't that long ago.

Ji Bai narrowed his eyes.

Did they leave or trigger some mechanism to shift the spatial position?

Ji Bai turned his gaze to the suspicious looking seat on the empty loess flat.

It's just a very ordinary stone seat, nothing special, isn't it.

Ji Bai beat and beat, but did not find any place to trigger the mechanism, but found a Quran script on the armrest.

"Your eyes are on top.

Your eyes, to the top?

Ji Bai looked at the empty throne and thought for a while, then sat down on it bluntly, his eyes turned to the top, and the sharp axe fell towards him

"Bang bang!" Tianhui automatically triggered, blocking this deadly attack. Half of Ji Bai's cheeks, who rolled away in time, were numb, and the throne was cut in half by the wind that was carried down by the trend.

It turned out to be a trap, in the scheme...

The attack failed, and the soldier in heavy plate armor tilted his head, as if recalibrating the attack.

Did you trigger something when you were sitting on the throne?

Action is faster than thinking, a touch of silver shines out of the sheath, the sword edge is interwoven into a deadly net, and the sword is precisely aimed at the vulnerable points of the black armored soldier's body.

The overwhelmed attack was swept away by the black-armored soldiers, --- resolved, and the muscle reaction speed was like that of an experienced veteran.

"Who are you? Human or demon?"

"x-on:XS￥$&$... (The Guards are here, thieves take their lives)" The stiff words seemed to come out through a rotten throat, not like a sound that a normal creature could make.

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The other party couldn't communicate normally, so Ji Bai naturally wouldn't show mercy to him.

The collision of the long sword and the axe blade sparked sparks in the wide imperial tomb.

The black armored soldiers roared in the wind, and every step they took, it seemed that the whole earth was trembling, with the momentum of destroying the dry and the rotten, and came with the shattering wind.

The old standard armor is glued to the rotting flesh, and the armor owner only has instinct to drive the long axe to kill the enemy.

Ji Bai could even sensitively smell a certain preservative smell and strong magic overflowing from the opponent's body.

Obviously, it is no longer the flesh and blood of living creatures that drives him, but curse energy, magic power and the like.

The other party is already a corpse that has been dead for thousands of years, and his soul has long since returned to nothingness.

Is this a third-order Koran?

Similar in physique and appearance to humans, it is a veritable third-order species.

"INSHDASnsmer!"

The blade of the axe was burnt red, and every move of swinging the blade had a high concentration of molten splatter, and the terrifying high temperature caused the surrounding soil walls to gradually melt.

Magic spells, the power generated by language and bloodline resonance, both are indispensable. The biggest difference between high-level and low-level species is that they have completely different understandings of power. Bloodline prevents humans from learning spells above the [Destruction level].

Because the human race has no divine veins to speak of, and cannot use words to awaken its own veins, it is not only a reason for the lack of mantra energy reserves

Simply put, the bloodline is too low to use high-level spells, let alone the spells of specific races.

Feeling the heat mixed with magical energy, Ji Bai was not sure that the silver throne could withstand it, nor did he dare to make this bet with his sword.

The huge long axe was as light as nothing in his hand, but the gust of wind made people dare not doubt its weight.

[Crimson Memorial]

In contrast to the magic spell, what Ji Bai used was pure swordsmanship.

A certain demon-type old man who once instructed Ji Bai once said: The most pure swordsmanship can surpass the limit of the class, but no one can do it, including himself.

The class is the iron law set by the creator. The so-called ultimate swordsmanship is just a sneering statement in the eyes of many people, but

- an assumption that no one succeeds.

Ji Bai once did not believe it, but now he is convinced. He has seen a successful example with his own eyes—the famous warrior of the Gulan tribe who slaughtered the fifth-order species.

"Dangdang!" The axe blades were like dizzying phantoms, blocking all of Ji Bai's escape routes with ease, and re-penetrating into [Tianhui]'s breastplate, sparks burst.

"x-on:$￥& VT (win weak)" The long axe was inserted into the breastplate and slammed Ji Bai into the fragile loess wall.

The loess splashed and shattered, and the disguised loess revealed its true colors.

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