He Comes From the Void

"So, who of you saw what? Whose tomb are we in?"

Beside Sivir, an unusually tall and strong woman spoke. She wears tusks of iron clusters on her shoulders, her hair is shaved on the sides and the back of her head, she wears eclipse earrings as big as bracelets on her ears, and several pieces of broken sheep skulls are processed and broken around her waist, which looks like a devil's. head.

Perhaps it was because of the lifelike murals and coffins in the mausoleum that these treasure hunters got used to being stared at by icy eyes, so they didn't realize that their eyes were sweeping over every detail of their bodies... ville.

The woman was still as alert as ever, her skin armor hidden behind the breastplate began to heat and tingle, like a red-hot steel needle stabbing her back. Although she was used to the pain, it was infrequent.

She looked behind her, and the emptiness in front of her made her narrow her eyes suspiciously. Before others noticed her abnormal behavior, Sivir turned her head without leaving a trace, and looked at the tall statue in front of her.

The woman also kept an eye out, only to see a small piece of void skin armor spread out from the bottom of her breastplate, and a gap was opened, from which a horrifying one-eyed opened.

The one-eyed eye turned and saw the figures of two people in a place that should have been empty, blinked in surprise, and then retracted.

She has already figured out that the invisible skin armor is invisible to the naked eye, and can only be found with void vision.

No one noticed Sivir's little trick, and the three of them knew each other tacitly, as if they hadn't noticed each other.

"I don't know. I've never heard of a god warrior with six arms. Maybe the owner of the tomb is just a deformed human being, like Maruk's blind prophet or Amacra's three-eyed prophet." Another treasure The hunter replied. He was wrapped in a robe, and what he held was not a sharp knife and axe, but a blunt oak staff.

"Three-eyed prophet?" Sivir's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help thinking of someone.

"Malzahar, who can predict the future, is rumored to have three eyes, so he is called the three-eyed prophet. However, he disappeared mysteriously three years ago, and no one has heard any rumors about him."

Hearing the answer from the treasure hunter, Kahn was slightly relieved, he almost thought that Malzahar had been resurrected. During this distraction, Sivir took over the words again: "Oh, in this way, it would be a good thing to have more things?"

"That's not necessarily true." Kahn thought silently in his heart, such as a double chin.

"It's fine if you don't recognize us, anyway, we're not here to recognize our ancestors." The strong female hunter cut off the other people's conversation. She showed a greedy smile without hiding it, and focused her eyes on the talisman: "Then the question is, who will move this hand."

The tomb fell silent again, and no one wanted to be this early bird.

Kahn was really anxious after seeing it. If he wasn't sure about the relationship between these people and Sivir, he would have come out and threatened them with force to get the amulet.

He watched them look at each other, and after a while of intrigue, Sivir took the initiative to break the deadlock.

"Since no one is willing to do it, let me do it. Time is precious, and it's not an option to waste it like this." She took a step forward and said to the woman, "Lend me your fork."

The hunter took a look at what Sivir called a "fork" in his hand. It was a bident made from the horns of a giant horned insect. It was not a problem to call it a large fork.

"What do you want this for?"

"Do you think I'd be stupid enough to hold it with my hands?" Sivir asked back.

It was obvious that she wanted to pick out the amulet with a long weapon, but the woman did not give her the weapon. The bident hung to the ground, and it only took a single swing to stab Sivir. The tall and strong treasure hunter looked down at her condescendingly, and the deterrent force brought by his huge figure made everyone else take a few steps back.

"It's not that I don't believe you, but you really don't look like a mercenary. Your body is clean and there are no scars. A woman like you can make money without doing this job."

"You want to get rid of me before I get the item?" Sivir didn't take a step back, just confronting the huntress like this: "Are you worried that I will use its power to keep you all behind after I get the item?" ?”

"You can't scare me. If you know what this thing is useful for, you have already done it."

Seeing this, Kahn couldn't stand it anymore, and used magic to manipulate the amulet to make it fall from the golden basin.

According to the common sense of design, these treasures placed on the bright side are likely to be linked with mechanisms that are very sensitive to weight, and this ancient sand tomb is no exception.

Kahn's move immediately triggered the organ, and the entire tomb began to tremble. He heard the sound of boulders grinding, it was the bust that suppressed the entrance of the secret passage was slowly returning to its place.

"What's going on? Why did the amulet fall by itself?!"

All the treasure hunters immediately panicked, and even the corner of Sivir's mouth twitched, cursing Kahn for not following the routine. Someone rushed to the secret passage immediately, but it was too late, the returned bust had already blocked their way of retreat, no matter how much they pushed, it was useless.

And the real horror has only just begun.

In the tomb, the eyes of the six-armed statue suddenly lit up, and the upper and middle pairs of arms also moved suddenly, and plunged into the golden basin held by the bottom two claws, and squeezed out a handful of glowing golden pots in it. The golden sands are thrown into the air and dance into golden threads.

Sivir was not as worried about her situation as other treasure hunters, even if this place collapsed and buried her, it would be fine. While everyone else was panicking, she quietly approached the statue to pick up the amulet.

Just when she was about to touch the amulet, a thick arm grabbed the amulet before her.

She looked up, and found that it was the burly woman who moved her hand, not only snatching her pre-ordered things, but also showing her a ostentatious and contemptuous smile after getting her hands.

Gritting her teeth, Sivir reached out to touch Chalikar who was carrying her on her back, but at this moment, she noticed that the silk thread thrown by the idol above was slowly enveloping them.

These glowing gold ribbons carry powerful magical powers, and you must not touch them without understanding their functions.

Sivir mouthed "you're finished" to the woman, and immediately backed away. Her figure was well-proportioned and vigorous, and she managed to escape before the golden wire fell, and the woman was tall and strong, and when she found the golden wire, she was already trapped.

Before the woman had time to do anything, the gold thread under the hood immediately tightened to wrap her around. Then the four arms of the god statue danced wildly like phantoms, and the falling golden threads suddenly accelerated, like a spider wrapping its prey, quickly weaving it into a golden mummy.