Transcendent Dawn Chapter 804: 13

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In the dense tropical rain forest.

The hot and humid environment, the rotting swamp, the poisonous insects and beasts everywhere...maybe the nightmare of ordinary adventure teams.

But for a great magician, all this is nothing at all.

Not to mention, for this expedition, the empire invested three floating cities and three legendary magisters at once!

The small indigenous tribes were too late to resist. They were trampled to death like ants.

Darby led a group of magicians to go deep into the rainforest, tracing the footprints of these indigenous activities, and found a piece of Zerg relics.

"Sure enough... there are ruins here."

Darby is delighted to be authentic.

But the fellow magician, looking at the brown stone next to him, the several mass graves that were found, and the various corpse fragments inside, his face was full of shock. Let the stones turn into this color...I feel that every floor tile here is surrounded by huge negative energy..."

"Well, the remains of the Zerg race, the more they tend to go towards **** sacrifices in the later stages, this is recognized by all historians..."

Darby disagrees.

Even if this kind of place produces negative energy condensates like ‘Wraith’ and ‘Blood Demon’, it’s not a legendary opponent.

They kept going deeper and saw the **** Womong words on the buildings on both sides that were fairly well-preserved.

"Well, it's a brand new word, worth recording!"

A magician immediately took out the scroll and began to record.

Darby was thoughtful. "The source of the primitive tribe’s ‘witchcraft’ is probably here...they have no ability to go deep."

Boom!

With the magic, a thick layer of rock was lifted.

In the rear, many Zerg puppets rushed out and were easily wiped out by the magicians.

"Finally...Finally..."

With excitement on Darby’s face, "I finally found you..."

If he can take the thirteenth obelisk back and make great contributions, he may be the third person in the magic empire!

He took the lead into the passage, and there were layers of magic barriers appearing on his body.

The dark space is lit by magic, and weird sculptures emerge around it.

Countless lines are distorted, forming a weird pattern.

Muttering as if there is nothing, like a call from a distance, constantly entering the ears.

As everyone went deeper, the voice became louder and louder.

"Ah!"

Finally, a magician couldn't bear it, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, and his wand was aimed at his companion "corrosion ray!"

Shit!

In the green light, the shields of his companions were corroded, their flesh and blood festered, and they fell to the ground screaming.

"Alf, what are you doing?"

Darby was furious and shot, shocked by magic, knocking Alfer out.

"This is not saved..."

The fellow magister first checked the hapless person hit by the corrosive rays, shook his head, looked at Alf, and detected the magic spread on it.

"Well, it feels... as if I have been caught by spiritual magic."

"Be careful, everyone, don't look at the surrounding murals!"

With a wave of Darby's hand, a layer of bright silver light appeared "Guardian of the soul!"

The next moment, every magician felt as if there was a barrier in his heart. Although he could still hear the voice, the sense of depression was reduced a lot.

"Continue!"

Darby continued down and came to an abyss.

After the first shot of lighting, you can see the tired bones in the canyon.

Zergs, sea monkeys, various huge beasts...

All kinds of bones fill every space, and it turns out to be a large sacrificial place.

"Hundred thousand? Millions?"

Some of Darby's body chills, using flying skills, walking through many bones.

The hollow eye sockets, as if they had come alive, stared at him coldly.

In the land of the valley, there are also various tall sculptures, but they are strangely shaped, like random shapes of mental patients, full of chaos and madness.

"It's incredible..."

"Such a large burial pit is a great discovery in history..."

The two magisters in the same group murmured, not very nervous.

As high-ranking members of the magic empire, they have their own arrogance.

The group continued to deepen and saw an altar made of obsidian, and an obelisk was erected in the center of the altar.

"Finally... here!"

A trace of excitement appeared on Darby's face, but he did not rush forward.

Near the obelisk, 80% of them contain the deadliest trap, which has been confirmed before.

"Magic puppet!"

They easily called out a group of earth elements, that is, giants made temporarily from clay, step by step onto the altar, and pulled out the obelisk.

The air has stagnated to the limit.

But after a while, nothing happened.

"So easy?"

Darby is a little strange "Is the trap invalid?"

He asked the earth element to carry the obelisk down, and his eyes were involuntarily attracted by it.

Not only him, all magicians are like this.

Originally, everything about the magic empire was extended from the obelisk.

The obelisk can be said to be the root of all magic, and it has a fatal attraction to them.

But this obelisk is obviously different from before.

The ‘string’ above is very chaotic, like a disorderly ball of yarn, it’s hard to figure out.

But inexplicably, there is a kind of attraction, which firmly attracts the eyes of all magicians.

Seeing this twisted pattern, Darby began to dream about it involuntarily. Perhaps in the remote ancient times, there existed a group of truly stalwart existences on the mainland. They were named-ancient dominators.

Among them, the ruler of the sky has mastered the power of ‘arcanism’, and the ruler of the flame has mastered the power of ‘hot’.

"What...what's going on?"

Darby was a little surprised "Why did I think of so many things?"

These messages did not emerge from the obelisk, but from his ‘brain repair’, which made him wonder if he had some mental problems.

"Satsuma, what did you see?"

He looked at another magister beside him.

The other party's expression was startled, and he muttered to himself in Warmon language, "Ancient great existence, the ruler of dreams, his honorable name is...Meng...!"

"Don't!"

For a moment, Darby felt his horror "Don't use extraordinary language~IndoMTL.com~ to pronounce that name!!!"

But it's too late.

Satsuma reverently shouted "Montage!"

"Ah!"

In an instant, all the magicians slumped to the ground.

Darby was sweating coldly and felt an indescribable gaze.

The mental power of his fifth-level magister, and even the spiritual barrier he set up, under this gaze, was as ridiculous as an ant, and was crashed.

In his mind, there is only one voice that keeps echoing.

That's the "Montage" pronounced in Warmon!

Great old ruler!