Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard Chapter 42: The undead king (four)
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"What should I do next?" Ryan didn't want to stay here too long, and he didn't care about taking care of Alexander-King Andrew's emotions, so he asked in the most direct words.
Lane’s voice awakened the meditating Alexander-King Andrew. He took another step towards the sarcophagus, then pointed to the neatly stacked clothes inside the sarcophagus, and said to Ryan: "Young little magic Master, your magic robe has been destroyed, I will give you this one."
Ryan turned to look at Alexander-King Andrew, who also turned to look at him: "Young little magician, this robe was worn by the magician who ran away that year. I have a powerful army, broad and indifferent. But in the end, I could only get this robe. Perhaps the best thing I didn't get was the best, right? Until the last moment, I still couldn't forget her. In order to quell my only regret in this life, I buried it. "
"Forget it, such an expensive thing."
"Give it to you, young little magician. Staying with me can only be obliterated forever. I hope you will take good care of it and treat it as a remembrance of your adventure."
"Okay, I will treasure it." Ryan did not want to entangle with King Alexander-Andrew on this matter, so he nodded and agreed. He picked up the dress and put it in himself Storage pockets.
"Let’s do it!" King Alexander-Andrew turned his head with great perseverance, not looking at the crystal sarcophagus: "Destroy this sarcophagus with all your strength, and it’s okay." After finishing, Alexander-King Andrew was slow. Slowly walked back to the entrance passage, and left.
One after another magic charms were read from Ryan’s mouth and echoed in the secret room. Ryan’s resolute expression on his face seemed to indicate that this was not ordinary magic.
After more than ten seconds, the magic was finally completed. A fist-sized dark red fireball flew out of Ryan’s hand and flew towards the crystal sarcophagus rather slowly, and Ryan, who released the magic, immediately turned around and ran. , His figure quickly disappeared into the passage.
At the same time, the dark red fireball accurately fell into the crystal coffin. The intense light was accompanied by the hot magic flame, and the crystal coffin and everything inside were torn to pieces in an instant, with a powerful impact. These fragments spread outwards at a high speed, but the speed of the flame burst far exceeded the speed of the fragments splashing, so the fragments burned violently in the air, and the dense smoke enveloped everything together.
Under the dual pressure of the explosion and the out of control of the magic circle below, the platform where the crystal coffin was originally parked began to vibrate, and soon the energy intensity from the blood pool below it surpassed the power of the flame explosion. Under the force of force, cracks began to appear on the platform.
These cracks quickly began to spread when the naked eye could see clearly, and soon the entire platform began to fall apart. When the support below the platform collapsed suddenly, the platform where the crystal coffin was parked broke into several pieces and fell into the blood pool, stirring up thick blood. One after another, the evil spirits rushed to break through the shackles of the magic circle. The bottom of the blood pool flew up.
While these things happened, Ryan quickly ran out of the passage and returned to the upper palace. When he appeared on the high platform, he saw King Alexander-Andrew at first sight, who had already sat on the throne. As soon as Ryan stood firm, before he could speak, he heard a loud noise coming from the passage connecting the blood pool and the magic circle below. It was the sound of the platform falling into the blood pool after it broke into several pieces.
"Woo~" The evil spirits who were trapped in the blood pool by the magic circle were released, and they floated out along the passage that Ryan walked through, and their cries echoed in the upper palace. The blood of these Alexander-Andrew kings was completely bound by the magic circle in the blood pool for 400 years, and suffered all the hardships. Because of the existence of the magic circle, they, like King Alexander-Andrew, will always become immortal monsters.
Now, the young little magician Ryan has rescued them. There is no crystal coffin that parked the corpse of King Alexander-Andrew. The operation of the magic circle has been problematic. These innocent souls will never be affected by the magic circle again. Bonded, they can finally get free.
These poor souls wandered around the body of the young little magician with gratitude. Although these immortal souls can only make such cold voices, Ryan can fully feel the gratitude contained in them. , He gently waved his hand to the evil spirits surrounding him, and whispered: "Rest in peace, everything is over."
After receiving Ryan's reminder, these evil spirits sighed after release, then slowly rose up, turned into crystal dust, and disappeared in the air.
Maybe it’s because of the abnormal operation of the magic circle. The gargoyles lined up in square arrays around the palace suddenly made a vague voice: "Protect Your Majesty the King", slowly toward the six arrows. The mercenary group approached. Before Bury and the others could react, King Alexander-Andrew, sitting high on the throne, made a majestic voice, "My warriors, I am your king, the invincible Alexander-Andrew."
The words of King Alexander-Andrew stopped these turbulent gargoyle legions from moving, and they were still lined up in a neat square, like soldiers about to go on the expedition, waiting for the king's review.
At the signal of King Alexander-Andrew, the densely standing gargoyles surged like a tide, giving way to a passage.
"Let's go!" Alexander-King Andrew pointed to the newly opened passage and said to Ryan: "Get out of here."
Ryan glanced at King Alexander-Andrew with mixed feelings. It was his ambition that caused all the tragedies, but his life as "captivity" for hundreds of years also gave him some punishment. Now that the magic circle begins to collapse, the "life" of King Alexander-Andrew will truly come to an end with the collapsed magic circle, the dust will return to the dust, the dirt will return to the earth, all this will truly end.
Looking at Ryan who turned and walked down the high platform, King Alexander-Andrew suddenly shouted: "That sword! Give it to you."
Ryan, who was walking down the platform quickly, got stuck when he heard these words. He turned to look at King Alexander-Andrew sitting on the throne. The face of the latter had begun to age, and his black hair began to slowly change. It is white, and signs of weakness can be clearly seen.
"It has been with me throughout my life. It is the only proof that I have stayed in this world. It's just like mine, my son." King Alexander-Andrew, who has always been majestic, said full of warm words: " Take it away, it shouldn’t be buried with me!"
Ryan nodded. Although he didn't speak, King Alexander-Andrew had already got a promise from his determined gaze. This was a kind of tacit understanding between evenly matched opponents. King Alexander-Andrew's expression relaxed, and his hair turned from black to white faster and faster.
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