Chapter 2394: Cleaning up undead creatures. Are you also called Ivan?

Author: Mr. Tai Su

Chapter 2394: Cleaning up undead creatures. Are you also called Ivan?

Every arcanist is very curious and has a strong desire to explore. They want to study any phenomenon they have never seen before. Obviously, the soul fireplace at this time has aroused their curiosity.

He didn't bother to chat with Ivan Vincent.

Ivan Vincent was not surprised by this and was accustomed to it. He was also like this when he studied arcana. Without a strong curiosity, how could he become an excellent arcanist.

I don't know how long it took before Douglas and others came back to their senses, with satisfied smiles on their faces. Although they had not thoroughly studied the Soul Hearth, they had also glimpsed a lot of mysteries. They could sort it out in detail when they returned.

This is enough to take one step forward in the field of arcane research on the soul.

Douglas and others looked at the two corridors behind the Soul Fireplace, somewhat hesitant, as if they didn't know what to choose. Douglas used astrological prophecy magic, but still couldn't get any answers. It seemed that this choice was related to the secret of immortality.

Therefore, it is beyond the scope of detection by prophecy magic.

Douglas turned his head and looked at Ivan Vincent. Seeing that his face was calm, like a clear spring, clear and waveless, he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart and asked.

"Ivan, which corridor do you think we should choose?"

Ivan Vincent took a deep look at Douglas. He understood the speaker's thoughts. There was a faint wave of water in his blue eyes. After thinking for a moment, his eyes glanced at Lucien's body, and there was a secret trace.

The cold breath is hidden in Lucien's body. It seems that the Lord of Silver Moon, Aitna, is also very concerned about the Magic Council's operation to explore the world of the dead. She also discovered the difference in Lucien, so she placed her hope in him.

Explore the secrets of the dead world through Lucien.

"You might as well let Lucien choose. His choice may bring different rewards."

Everyone looked at the confused Lucien. They didn't know why Ivan Vincent said this. But facing the expectant eyes of everyone, they had no choice but to look at the two corridors.

Feel it carefully with your mental strength.

There was no black or white in one line, only a gray one, with a little strange mystery and a palpitating sense of danger. The other line had a faint ripple of nothingness, as if there was something very familiar to Lucien, which gave him a strange feeling.

In addition, it has a more dangerous and terrifying aura than the other one, as if there is a monster sleeping there that can destroy the world.

"Familiar? The place where mysterious beings in the world of the dead sleep?"

Lucien first thought of that miserable existence, who was about to revive after great difficulty, but was plotted by the Lord of Hell and the God of Silver Moon, and ended up sleeping again. Lucien frowned slightly, thinking.

"But this feeling of familiarity is not consistent with the impression He left on me?"

Without enough time to distinguish the difference between the two familiar feelings, Lucien subconsciously chose the gray corridor. The danger emanating from the other path was beyond his ability to bear. He was afraid that even the Lord of Hell and the Lord of Silver Moon

I don't dare to go deep into it at will.

"Should I choose this corridor?"

Lucien pointed at the gray corridor, turned to Douglas and others, and said with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, as if he was asking if he really wanted to go deeper as he chose.

Douglas and the others were also a little unsure, and they all turned their attention to Ivan Vincent, trying to confirm the final answer with him.

Ivan Vincent had no expression on his face, looking at Klaus and Erica with his blue eyes, and suddenly said.

"You should not enter it. This is your limit. If you continue to go deeper, you will most likely fall into it!"

As soon as these words came out, Erica and Klaus's expressions changed and became extremely solemn. They thought for a moment and said to Douglas and the others.

"We have indeed exhausted all our strength to get here. If we encounter danger again, we will most likely not be able to handle it. In this case, we will go back to the Magic Council first and bring back what we have gained this time, and we will not go any further!

"

Klaus was horrified when he thought that he had almost fallen into the hands of the Lord of Hell. This time he had seen the soul fireplace with his own eyes and had gained a lot. He would definitely make a breakthrough in alchemical life after returning.

I am already very satisfied in my heart, and I am not greedy for the so-called secret of immortality, so I am ready to go back.

Erica only has the strength of the legendary second level. She has just fought with the Angel of Light and she has already tried her best. The dangers are numerous and extremely dangerous. I don’t know what kind of dangers there are in the depths of the undead world. She is not strong enough and has no will.

She didn't want to go any further. She gained a lot from exploring the world of the dead this time. She got the body of an ancient vampire and saw the soul fireplace, which was enough for her to digest for a while. There was no need to be greedy and she just accepted it.

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"I won't go any further. Klaus and I will go back together to bring back what we have gained this time, and also tell other members about the situation in the Northern Church!"

Douglas nodded. The exploration below was indeed very dangerous. The two of them were not strong enough, so they might as well go back. As for Lucien, a high-level magician who was even weaker, why not go back? Douglas was also hesitant about this and glanced at his eyes.

Lucien, full of desire to explore, asked Ivan Vincent.

"Lucien is not strong enough. Will he encounter danger if he continues to go deep into the world of the dead?"

"Lucien is different from others. He has a mysterious destiny and a special destiny. If he doesn't enter it, you are destined to gain nothing. As for his safety, Speaker, you don't have to worry!"

"Lucien, come here!"

Ivan Vincent waved to Lucien and motioned for him to come closer.

Ivan Vincent raised his hand, and a ray of starlight shone, twining around his fingertips, like a dream, with an elusive aura, mysterious and powerful, and with a tap of his finger, it imprinted on Lucien's right hand.

In the palm of his hand, under Lucien's puzzled gaze, he said with a smile.

"You have the power of the mark of the Silver Moon Lord Aitna in your body. I will leave another mark on you. In critical moments, as long as you activate this mark, my projection will come, which is enough to protect your safety!"

Lucien looked down at the palm of his hand. There was a star imprinted on his palm. It was golden, like a star in the sky, warm and sacred, majestic and vast. It felt completely different from the power that Aitna had left on him before. Silver

The power of the Lord of the Moon, Aitna, is cold and cold, like a cold moon, aloof and holy.

The four Douglass stepped into the gray corridor without hesitation and disappeared in front of Ivan Vincent. He did not enter, but stopped in front of the soul fireplace and looked at the army of undead surrounding it.

"roar!"

The sound of howling came from all directions, and a few legendary undead creatures seemed to have sensed the blasphemy of Douglas and others, and were approaching crazily.

An unknown number of legendary undead led by the undead natural disaster were getting closer and closer. Ivan Vincent stood quietly in front of the soul fireplace, witnessing the outrageous legend and the number of undead legions, and felt the powerful oppression.

He shook his head and sighed softly.

"Let's all go to sleep forever."

"Ivan's Great Fireball!"

With a rumble, a bright sun rose in the world of the dead. The surrounding undead disappeared into thin air without even reacting, as if melting into the air. An unimaginably huge energy storm roared across a square dozens of kilometers wide.

Even Saint Ivan and others who were on the verge of explosion had to add several layers of defense to themselves.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The shrill screams stopped as soon as they started. These undead souls without the legendary third level were unable to resist "Ivan's fireball!", and their intelligence prevented them from escaping in time, so they instinctively swarmed towards the enemy.

The entire Temple of the Dead has lost its solid black and white gray, and only the scorching light illuminates everything.

By the time everything calmed down, the square had turned into a deep pit, all the undead souls that could not be counted before were gone, and all the roars had disappeared.

"The world is quiet!"

Ivan Vincent looked at the empty scene in front of him and said with a sigh.

Around Saint Ivan, Alexei, Uli, Felix and the Angel of Light all looked solemn, staring at Ivan Vincent standing in front of the soul fireplace, not daring to take a step forward.

The scene on the ground was really too terrifying, and its power was comparable to that of a divine descending technique. It made them feel frightened and how could they dare to act rashly.

"Belkovsky, what do we do?"

Alexey called Saint Ivan after the current northern pope Belkovsky, and in words, he put himself in a similar position.

Saint Ivan's golden eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and his blue eyes dyed with a layer of light yellow focused on the gray corridor behind the soul fireplace.

"I suspect that the monster is still inside, and there is no coordinate change pattern left by Maskelyne or Viken. I don't know where to go inside, and I don't know how to find their final whereabouts. I can only rely on luck.

Break into.”

There was a hint of fear on his face, as if he had encountered something when he was exploring the entrance, and he didn't dare to take too many risks even though he was capable of using the Divine Favor Technique.

"Then how about we move the Holy Spirit Room first?"

Felix's eyes were also focused on the gray corridor. Ivan Vincent blocked the road, making them feel heavy pressure, as if there was a huge stone pressing on their hearts.

Saint Ivan was silent for a moment, still unwilling to give in. Although he was afraid of Ivan Vincent's terrifying power, he still gave his blessing.

"But I suspect that the people from the Magic Council dare to come to explore the Temple of the Dead because they have obtained the things left by Maskelyne or Viken. After all, Viken's lair is located on the edge of the Kingdom of Holm, and the Grand Cross

Hathaway was also present when the Mystery Lock was broken. If they find the relics of those legendary magicians and know how to enter the Immortal Secret, it will be difficult for the wishes and dreams of the saints of all generations to be realized."

While Saint Ivan was speaking, he glanced at Ivan Vincent standing in front of the corridor with his hands behind his back.

Saint Ivan thought for a moment and continued.

"So Mikhail and I enter first, and you go to transfer the Holy Spirit Room. He uses the projection of Gono's divine items. Even if he dies in it, it won't be a big problem. I have enough strength to guarantee it."

The Mikhail in Saint Ivan's mouth refers to the angel of light. He does not come as a soul, but only uses the projection of divine objects. Even if he dies, he will not have much impact on the opponent's body.

"Okay, Belkovsky, don't be careless. We still don't know what happened to Maskelyne and Viken, and why they never came out again."

Uriel nodded and agreed to the plan, but reminded him in a low voice, still a little worried.

Uriel and others are not sure that Maskelyne and others are dead. After all, the deeper you go into the Temple of the Dead, the more abnormal the flow of time becomes. When you are outside, one day is equivalent to five days outside. When you get to the Soul Fireplace,

It is equivalent to about seven or eight days, and it should be even more terrifying inside. Maskelyne, Viken and other legendary magicians who have been missing for nearly a thousand years in the outside world may have only spent a hundred years in the world of the door.

Saint Ivan nodded slightly and said with great confidence.

"I'm afraid what they encountered is beyond our imagination. Even using their items to cast divine spells, prophecies, etc. cannot determine their life or death. However, this time there are people from the Magic Council in front of us to explore the way. If something happens
To be continued...