Chapter 362

DeVero's heart was shocked and he cursed inwardly.

"Damn! It's actually a polluted entry?!"

He quickly suppressed his original excitement and quickly re-examined the so-called "soul magic master".

According to the entry description, this knowledge is "inherited from the God of Thousand Faces", combined with the [Drama Messenger (Gold)] he just saw on Mespheros' panel...

The God of Thousand Faces?

It doesn't sound like a fuel-efficient lamp!

De Vero clenched his wand, and a trace of cold sweat blew out from his forehead.

Absolutely not reckless!

If he rashly loads it and he is directly taken over, he may not even have the chance to regret it!

De Vero's eyes swam over the list of Mesfilos's entries, his fingertips slightly tightened his wand.

Should I take the opportunity to grab another one?

But soon, he hesitated—

Among those entries, there are two of them that he himself imposed [Anubis's Eternal Annihilation] and [Enemy of Death], which obviously there is no need to get it back.

And the rest...

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a "good entry".

Whether it is the [The God of Thousand Faces's Human Puppet] or the [Drama Messenger], they all exudes a dangerous smell. Even the seemingly normal golden entry of [Dark Mentor] makes DeVero post behind his back cold.

If you load it casually, if you are attached with any strange "contract" or "irresistible will", you will be looking for death.

No, be careful.

He forcibly suppressed his greed impulse, temporarily gave up the idea of ​​continuing to fetch the entries, and focused on observing the situation on the field.

At this time, Mesphelos finally responded to Anubis' question, his tone as cynical as ever.

"Isn't it made by those guys Tindaros? Haha, of course, only in this way can a good show be performed."

When he said this, the smile at the corner of his mouth slightly restrained, and a dark look appeared in his eyes.

"After all - when He wakes up, everything will have no place to live."

His voice was low, as if he was declaring some unchangeable fate.

However, Anubis still disdained, his tone was like the everlasting cold iron. However, his way of speaking did not continue the tone of the riddle man just now, but was very... well.........anthro...anthropomorphic saying .

"I have no interest in your housework."

His deep eyes looked straight at Mespheros, his tone was cold and solemn, like a judgment.

"You have used my name many times to spread curses in the world and do decadent things in the name of "eternity."

"Today, I'm going to take you away in person."

Mespheros's mouth curled slightly, with a hint of joking in his eyes.

"Just a puppet, what can you do to me?"

Anubis was still calm, his voice was low and grand, like an echo across time and space.

"Is that so? What about your only one? That's not just an ordinary puppet, it should be considered something worth recycling, right?"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Mesfilos' expression was still relaxed and even showed a casual smile.

He shrugged lazily, as if he was talking to an unreasonable child.

"Haha, then you may be disappointed."

He showed a meaningful smile.

"I'm afraid you can't get it."

The air seemed to solidify for a moment.

Anubis's eyes narrowed slightly, and the dark mist surging around him in a more violent manner, like an abyss of anger.

"Yeah?"

His voice had no ups and downs, but had an indescribable majesty, like a sign of the arrival of judgment.

"While you still feel that you can compete with the Divine Power in this marginal area?"

Before he finished speaking, his palm slowly raised up, and an ancient bronze scepter suddenly appeared, with obscure inscriptions engraved on the surface, and each pattern seemed like some kind of ancient vow.

boom--!

In an instant, DeVero felt the sky and the earth tilt suddenly, and an indescribable sense of dizziness rushed into his mind, as if the whole world was falling.

Then, his legs sank-

He looked down and suddenly found that he had stood on a deep shallow. The cold water slowly passed through his ankles, carrying some unknown breath, as dark as ink, reflecting an unrecognizable reflection...

The cold and bone-black coolness thrust along DeVero's legs up the spine, instantly clearing his brain.

He looked around suddenly and found that the black mist around him quickly retreated like a tide, revealing a strange scene-

A long river as dark as night flows quietly at Anubis's feet. The river water is deep and waveless, like a void that swallows light, revealing an indescribable sense of oppression.

Anubis's expression did not change, and he slightly lifted the bronze scepter in his hand and knocked it lightly.

Dong--

A low thunderous sound came out, and then the entire black river suddenly changed color, turning from the thick shadow into a dazzling emerald green, like an ancient gem embedded in the time corridor.

However, under this dazzling color, there is a deeper weirdness hidden-

In the surging spots on the river, countless eyelids that have not yet closed are swimming.

They are like some living creatures, slowly opening and closing, staring at everything on the shore through the green waves.

Crunch-crunch-

At this moment, several strange ferries appeared silently on the river surface. Their hulls showed a certain bone texture, as if they were carved from the remains of some giant creature, with rugged spines forming the ship's side and dark teeth The bow was spliced ​​into the bow, and the mast was actually a spear inserted in the flesh and blood...

What's even more strange is that the hulls were inlaid with countless wailing faces.

Their mouths should have been wide open, begging, roaring, and crying in endless pain, but the moment Anubis appeared, their voices seemed to be forcibly deprived of, leaving only dead silence.

But De Vero shivered suddenly.

Because he vaguely felt that those faces were not really silent.

They just peeked at him carefully, with some cold and greedy look...

That gaze was like looking at a sacrifice that had not been divided, with a tingling desire for flesh and blood.

Where am I being taken? !

What does it have to do with my fight? ! I'm just a first-year student! I have to hand in my homework on Monday!

Before DeVero could continue to look around carefully, a cold and mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind-

【bite! 】

[Discover the Wizard's Secret Realm and trigger the exploration function! 】

[Current Wizard Secret Realm: The Dead Crosses the Path (River of Styx)]

【Exploration progress: 0.1%】

——The deceased crosses the way? !

DeVillo's pupils shrank slightly.

Wizard Secret Realm?

Is this a wizard's secret realm? !

He suddenly turned around and looked at the river with a glorious green light, and felt an indescribable absurdity in his heart.

——Wait, something like Styx can be regarded as a wizard secret realm? !

"Oh? You brought us to your home court?"

Mesfilos narrowed his eyes and looked around, with a meaningful smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"This place...I haven't been here for a while."

He stood a few meters ahead of DeVero, but his reaction was completely different from DeVero - just like returning to a familiar hometown, he looked around leisurely, and even for a certain on a green ferry A blurry figure waved casually, as if saying hello.

"Come on."

Anubis's low voice rolled like thunder on the dead's journey.

"You disguised yourself as a pharaoh back then and turned the place upside down. Since you are here today, don't think about leaving."

When Mespheros heard this, he just smiled faintly, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Ha...it doesn't matter if I'm here."

He said, suddenly turning his head slightly, his tone of meaning.

"But you may not get the 'only'."

After speaking, the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper, and then, he added casually and deliberately lightly—

"Take it."

De Vero's brow frowned suddenly, and his eyes quickly fell back to Mesfilos's panel, staring at the only level of entry.

Wait...is this a hint to me... let me take it? !

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