The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Huh? Have something?"

Suddenly, Veronica on Soshyang's shoulder let out a surprised voice, and then blasted the magic sword in her palm with the monstrous fury, and blasted into the earth violently.

The mud ten meters in front of them burst instantly, and the shock wave lifted the embankments on the left and right sides like oil paper, splashing silt and humus everywhere.

Soshyang was startled for a moment, then frowned, staring at the huge silver device that appeared in front of the two.

"what is this?"

His voice was overwhelmed by the fierce commotion around him, and his figure was staggered by the shock wave, like a flat boat wandering around in a hurricane.

"how does it feel?"

Veronica lowered her voice when the noise around him subsided.

"It seemed to be too hard just now."

"I'm fine."

As the boiling mud on the left and right gradually cooled, Veronica slid off Soshyan's shoulders and stood on the already hardened riverbed ground, and began to study the huge device in front of him.

It is a huge silver ring, which at first glance looks like a handful of knotted vegetation garlands. The slender decorations of various colors are intertwined like common vines in the forest. Although its natural and full-bodied style is unique, the overall design is still Failing to get rid of the somewhat rusticity of artificial carving, it is still not up to the level of naturalness.

Veronica read the strange characters written on the silver ring with a few strings of patterns at a glance - no matter how beautiful and vivid the brushstrokes and engravings depict them, a sneer still quietly clung to the corners of the alien girl's mouth.

"It turned out to be Beyettan's stuff..."

Then she tapped the magic mark on the silver ring with the blade of her sword:

"Why did they come here and establish this portal."

"The Spirit Race?"

Soshyang also carefully looked at the magic mark on the ring, the dark blue ceramic steel knee pads and the silver-white metal bumped against each other, making a crisp bang.

"Why do you all want to get in here?"

Suddenly, Veronica bent forward and leaned forward, almost touching her lips to Soshyan's ears.

"Big guy, did you hear that?"

Soshyang immediately concentrated. At first, he could only hear the suppressed and surging sound of humus and mud around him, but after a while, he noticed the second sound quietly leaking from the inside of the silver ring.

"singing?"

Then he concentrated his mind and listened for a second time.

The first skill that Savita taught him was how to clear away distracting thoughts and concentrate on one's own mind. After so many years, he has cultivated this skill to perfection.

As the five senses gradually fell silent, only the voice of singing and mind remained as companions: this is a melodious hymn, and also an aria that hides mystery under the glamorous appearance.

But he later realized that the singer was experiencing pain, because pain is the fuel that drives the sound of rhyme.

He stood up and took two steps back a little later, filled with disgust.

Veronica felt the same with Soshyang, and just about to say something, a heavy loud noise suddenly came from the circular pit around the two of them.

The two violently looked around, and at the same time they held their weapons tightly.

But then they discovered that another thing appeared in the mud, a silver ring.

"this is?"

Soshyan stepped forward, picked up the silver ring, looked at it carefully, and waved for Veronica to come forward.

"Come on, look at this."

Veronica took a look and found a small circular groove in the center of the silver ring. After thinking for a while, she slammed the end of the stick in her hand.

"Although the specific details of the entire ceremony have not been verified, I can deduce one thing-this portal can still be used."

Then she ran through the runes engraved in silver along with the distribution around the gate, trying to find the clues that recorded them.

However, after careful consideration for a moment to no avail, the alien girl deliberately cast her thoughts elsewhere: let her mind return to the silent shrine, and look at the world with her other eyes.

The great prophet of this power once warned her that she should not be used as a last resort, otherwise it would cause boundless disaster.

But now she has to.

As the surface consciousness's control of the body is gradually stripped away, the deeper subconscious mind of the soul has a chance to show its skills, and can start from a previously unimagined angle and re-examine the rune in front of it.

"I did see a similar rune arrangement."

After a few minutes, a strange answer revealed her real body, Veronica leaned down and squatted, her tone very confused:

"But it's impossible?"

"What do you mean by this?"

Soshyan asked.

"If it is used normally, the energy required is extremely large, but I don't see it here—"

Veronica lowered her head again, staring at the rune in front of her.

There are some things she can't say to Soshyang, but can only elaborate on her heart:

"If the big prophet had known this door and the correct order to unlock it, why couldn't he just tell me? I have to hide the clues in complicated guesses?"

In fact, she had seen this kind of pattern in the Great Prophet, but it was not easy to tell Soshyang Ming.

The spiritual girl pulled out her thoughts and suspected that her judgment might be wrong - but the recognition of the ornamentation was too high, and it was impossible to associate it with a coincidence.

She stretched out her hand while thinking, and moved the blade of her hand.

The next moment, streamer debris shot out from the door, linking all the locks together, illuminating the outer ring.

At the same time, the originally hazy and distant singing became more and more loud, and even Soshyang could really feel its existence.

He looked around suspiciously, trying to find the source of the birth of music.

"It's indeed the same combination..."

Veronica still muttered to herself:

"The lock of the door has disappeared..."

Afterwards, she held the shining jewel between the sticks in her palm and recited a few short mantras in a low voice.

I saw the crimson flames gushing out~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was injected into the body of the rod, lighting up the neat runes surrounding the small silver ring, and blending with the shining blue light on the door body. .

The earthquake at Soshyang's feet trembled, and the rhyme and accent of the singing became more frantic and sharp.

"Go back."

Veronica raised her hand and drew out the staff, and stepped back:

"Don't stand in the ring."

A few seconds later, in the scorching eyes of the silver ring, the silver ring finally moved: the ring body cleverly disintegrated into several silver plates, reorganized into a functioning portal, and the loud singing voice whizzed from the open door. After coming out, a wide and flat ladder continued to extend inward, immersed in the deep darkness.

The blue light, the same style as the door body, snakes through the stairs, like a seductive invitation that calls people to enter the door.

"Let's go, passing through here should be the core area."

Clutching Burning Sky vigilantly, Soshyang followed Veronica and walked to the depths of the door, disappearing into the invisible haze in front of him——