The Magus Era Chapter 1208: Human Race Dark Guard

Pu Ban Southwest, there is a white rock mountain. The mountain is not large. It is not more than a thousand miles from east to west, and the widest is not more than three or five hundred miles. There are many valleys and caves in the mountains, few tall trees, and sparse bushes. The main vegetation.

There is a deep valley at the center of Baishi Mountain. There are ancient pines knotted on the mountain walls on both sides. There are large vines hanging on the branches. A little ganoderma lucidum is clearly visible on the thick moss near the roots. The whole Valley They are full of lingering ganoderma lucifera.

Going all the way from the Valley entrance, Valley is suddenly bright after a dozen miles of zigzag trails. A piece of local material is used, and a pavilion built with white stones such as jade specialties of Baishishan is looking out.

After years of baptism by wind, frost and rain, the once white and lovely stone has become mottled, and the crevices are also covered with moss. At first glance, this pavilion looks like bronze that has been dipped in years, but the color is dim but thick. , Revealing an ancient and vicissitudes of charm.

Walking through this pavilion, there is a small hole in the mountain wall at the end of Valley. From time to time, men in black, white, and gray clothes enter and exit silently.

The entrance of the cave is a spacious and clean gangway. A fan portal is cut on both sides of the gangway. All the portals are made of bronze with carved heads of various beasts. All the portals were tightly closed, and they didn't know what was being done, who was hidden, or what.

Suddenly, a portal opened, and a white-haired old man leaned on his waist, protruded half of his body from behind the door, and sent out a roll of dragon skin still exuding a faint smell of medicine: "One hundred secrets Scroll of Dragon Leather, send it into the file! "

A teenager in black didn't know where it came from, took the dragon scroll in the hands of the old man with both hands, and walked quickly to the depths of the lane. The white-haired old man grunted and closed the heavy bronze portal heavily.

Deep along the road, the portals on both sides of the road are getting larger and larger, and more and more bifurcation roads appear.

The innermost layer of the final martyrdom is a huge and magnificent palace that obviously uses space to superimpose the witch formation.

The length and width of the bottom of the temple in Tianyuan is about a hundred miles, the ground is thick earthy yellow, and the round dome shows a simple and mysterious turquoise black. Looking closely, the floor of this temple is cast from brass and the dome is forged from bronze.

The orbs of countless fists size are inlaid on the dome densely lined with various textures and Symbol. Each orb puts out a dazzling light beam cover to the ground. The light beams falling on the ground are thin with a square shape and large with three or five. Zhang size.

Under each beam of light, a large or small iron wooden table is placed, with thick dragon skin scrolls stacked on it, and some scrolls are densely stained with red ink, patterns, Talisman, etc. Some dragon skin scrolls also exude a faint medicinal scent with a blank space on them.

Many elderly and middle-aged men are standing next to the desk, holding writing brushes, and stained with witch ink made of 蛟 Dragon Blood liquid mixed with cinnabar and dozens of other rare materials. Transcribed on the scroll.

Each of them has a layer of dignified light flashing. The Wu Li (magus power) in their body is continuously integrated into the witch ink through the pen. Under the blessing of their Wu Li (magus power), the witch ink is firmly imprinted on the dragon scroll as if it were carved. .

The dragon skin scroll made with rare Magus Medicine through 108 processes is tough and abnormal. There will be no damage to the knife and axe chop, no deformation of the fire blister, all the termite maggots, etc. Do not dare to approach, unless the power above Magus King or Magus King is intentionally damaged, these Dragonskin Scrolls can be kept almost forever.

General geological disasters, whether earthquakes or floods, or volcanoes or thunderbolts, cannot damage this dragon skin scroll in the slightest. This is the best carrier that Human Race has spent countless years of hard work and finally decided to save the knowledge of Human Race and inherit the Human Race civilization.

Witch ink, which is also prepared by mixing a large amount of rare materials with Dragon Blood, can also be eroded over time without fading in the slightest.

Everyone is copying nervously, but their writing speed is extremely slow. Everyone's strokes are extremely careful and extremely fine. Each of them falls as if he is carving on a steel ingot with a heavy axe. One shot, they strived not to make any mistakes, lest any omissions would cause errors in the inheritance of the classics.

A young man in a white linen hurriedly entered the hall. He held a stack of tanned animal skin scrolls in his hands, and quickly came to the table of a white-haired old man. He carefully took these The animal skin scroll was placed on the table case.

"A total of 1,789 improved plague antipyretic formulas that Magi palace has just sent in the last three months have been formulated by Magi palace." The youth said respectfully, "Each improved formula is stronger than the old one. Fang Zi is at least 20% stronger.

The white-haired old man nodded with a happy face, and said in a deep voice: "Good job. There will be a pandemic after the flood. Magi palace can do so much in a timely manner and it is really good."

A copper plate suspended above the hall. A man with hair and beards was as yellow as the old ivory, with long hair and beards entangled. He was three feet tall beside him, apparently old enough to be extremely old. Sitting quietly on the copper plate, staring blankly at the work of everyone below.

Two young men with colorful and faint lights flashing in their eyes stood behind the old man, and looked down at the busy people in the temple with disgust.

A very subtle voice came from the mouths of these two youths, and only the old people sitting on the copper plates could hear their voices.

"Do n’t worry, Elder Shilong, my family promises you things that will never change. You, and your children and grandchildren, can enjoy eternal life and not be attacked by my people. As long as you Cooperate with my clan, seize the supreme power of your Human Race, let my clan control the entire Human Race, and you will definitely get unexpected rewards. "

The elderly Shilong looked at the busy people in the temple complexly.

After a long time, he murmured to himself: "This seat is the leader of the Human Race Dark Guard. The responsibility of this seat, the Dark Guard, is to save the civilization of Human Race when the Human Race is facing the disaster. So that the heritage of Human Race will not be cut off. "

"But this time ... I have joined hands with you to push Human Race, which is facing severe calamity, and push it towards the edge of Destruction." The elderly Shilong said in a deep voice: "My family, generation to generation Human Race is loyal ... this seat ... old man ... "

The two youths smiled secretly, and at the same time put their hands on the old man's shoulder: "You are not wrong, really, you have no mistakes. People do not destroy themselves for their own sake ... for themselves, for themselves Descendants and descendants, betrayed their own race, we have seen so many things, really no big deal.

The two wanted to continue to say something. A middle-aged man hurried in and bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Once, Emperor Shun is here." (To be continued.)