Transcendent Dawn - 805. Chapter 805 Thirteen (monthly ticket 1600 plus, ask for monthly ticket)

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 the great magician, all this is nothing at all.

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

The small indigenous tribes didn’t even have time 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 looked at the brown stone next to him, the several mass graves that were found, and the various corpse fragments inside, and his face was full of shock: “How much blood did it… All become this color…I feel that every floor tile here has a huge negative energy lingering on it…”

“Well, the remains of the Zerg tribe, the more they go to the later stage, the more they tend to be bloody sacrifices. This is recognized by all historians…”

Darby disagrees.

Even if a negative energy condensate such as’Wraith Spirit’ and’Blood Demon’ were produced in this place, it was not a legendary opponent.

They kept going deeper and saw the blood-colored Warmon 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 simply don’t have the 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 could take the thirteenth obelisk back and make great contributions, he might be the third person in the magic empire!

He walked into the passage first, and layers of magic barriers appeared on his body.

The dark space was lit by magic, and strange carvings emerged around it.

Numerous lines are distorted, forming a weird pattern.

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

As the crowd continued to deepen, the voice became louder and louder.

“what!”

Finally, a magician couldn’t bear it, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, and his staff pointed at his companion: “Corrosive rays!”

laugh!

In the green light, the shield of his companion was corroded, his flesh and blood festered, and he fell to the ground screaming.

“Alf, what are you doing?”

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

“This is not saved…”

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

“Well, it feels… as if I have been caught in a spiritual magic.”

“Everyone, be careful, don’t look at the surrounding murals!”

Darby waved his hand, and a layer of bright silver light emerged: “Guardian of the soul!”

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

“continue!”

Darby continued to walk 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 filled every space, and it turned out to be a large sacrificial place.

“One hundred thousand? Still one million?”

Some of Darby’s body was cold, and he used his flying skills to walk through many bones.

Those empty eyes, as if they had come alive, stared at him coldly.

In the gorge, there are also various tall sculptures, but they are strangely shaped, as if they were randomly shaped by 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.

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

“finally reached!”

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

Near the obelisk, 80% contains 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 is stagnant to the limit.

But after a while, nothing happened.

“So easy?”

Darby was a little strange: “Is the trap ineffective?”

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

Not only him, but 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 has a fatal attraction to them.

But this obelisk is obviously different from before.

The’string’ above is very chaotic, like a ball of disorderly yarn, it is difficult to solve.

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

Seeing this twisted pattern, Darby began to reverie involuntarily, perhaps in the remote ancient times, there existed a group of truly stalwart existences on the mainland, and they were named-ancient dominators.

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

“This…what’s going on?”

Darby was a little surprised: “Why do I think of so many things?”

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

“Satsuma, what did you see?”

He looked at another magister beside him.

The other person’s expression was startled, and he muttered to himself in Warmon language: “The great existence of ancient times, the ruler of dreams, his honorable name is…Meng…!”

“do not want!”

Darby felt his hair horrified for a moment: “Don’t use extraordinary language, say that name!!”

But it was too late.

Satsuma reverently shouted: “Montage!”

“what!”

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

Darby was sweating coldly and felt an indescribable gaze.

The spiritual 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 constantly reverberating.

That’s the “Montage” pronounced in Warmon!

The great old ruler!