Transcendent Dawn

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In the dense tropical rainforest.

The hot and humid environment, rotting swamps, poisonous insects and beasts everywhere... might be the nightmare of ordinary adventure teams.

But to 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 tribe didn't even have time to resist, they were trampled to death like ants.

A group of magicians led by Darby went deep into the rainforest, followed the footprints of these indigenous activities, and found a Zerg relic.

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

Darby said happily.

But the magician who was traveling with him looked at the brown stone next to him, the several mass graves he discovered, and the various corpses inside, his face was full of shock, "This... how much blood did the stone have Turned into this color... I feel that every floor tile here has a huge negative energy lingering on it..."

"Well, the Zerg remains, the later they go, the more they tend to be bloody sacrifices, which is recognized by all historians..."

Darby disagrees.

Even if negative energy condensates such as 'Wraith Spirit' and 'Blood Demon' are produced in such a place, they are not a legendary opponent.

They continued to go deeper and saw the scarlet Womon language on the buildings on both sides that were still 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 'witchcraft' of that primitive tribe is probably here...they simply don't have the ability to go deep."

Boom!

With 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 you can bring back the thirteenth obelisk,

After making great contributions, he may become the third person in the magic empire!

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

The pitch-black space was lit up by magic, and weird carvings emerged around it.

Countless lines were distorted, forming a weird figure.

The murmur that seems to be absent, like a call from afar, keeps entering the ears.

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

"ah!"

Finally, a magician couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes were bloodshot, and he aimed his staff at his companion, "Corruption Ray!"

laugh!

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

"Alfred, what are you doing?"

Darby shot out in fright, and his magic power was shocked, knocking Alf unconscious.

"This is hopeless..."

The accompanying magister first checked the unlucky egg 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 under spiritual magic."

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

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

The next moment, every magician felt that there was an additional barrier in his heart. Although he could still hear the voice, the boredom was reduced a lot.

"continue!"

Darby continued to walk down and came to an abyss.

After a lighting spell goes down, you can see that the canyon is filled with numerous bones.

Zerg, sea monkeys, all kinds of huge beasts...

All kinds of skeletons filled every space, and it turned out to be a large sacrificial place.

"One hundred thousand? Or a million?"

Darby's body was a little cold, and he used the flying technique to walk through many bones.

Those empty eye sockets stared at him coldly as if they had come to life.

In the canyon, there are all kinds of 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 sacrificial pit is a great discovery in history..."

The two magisters who were traveling together murmured, not very nervous.

As the high-ranking members of the magic empire, they have a sense of arrogance.

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

"finally reached!"

A hint of excitement appeared on Darby's face, but he didn't rush forward.

Near the obelisk, 80% contains the deadliest traps, which has been confirmed before.

"Magic puppet!"

They easily summoned a group of earth elementals, that is, giants temporarily made of mud, walked up to the altar step by step, and pulled out the obelisk.

The air froze to the limit.

But after a while, nothing happened.

"So easy?"

Darby was a little surprised, "Did the trap fail?"

He let the earth elemental carry the obelisk down, and his eyes were drawn to it involuntarily.

Not only him, but all magicians.

Originally, everything in 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 for them.

But this obelisk is obviously different from the previous one.

The 'strings' on it are very chaotic, like a ball of disordered yarn, which is difficult to untangle.

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

Seeing the distorted lines on this side, Darby began to involuntarily imagine that perhaps in the distant ancient times, there existed a group of truly stalwart existences on the mainland, and they were named—the ancient rulers.

Among them, the ruler of the sky mastered the power of 'arcana', and the ruler of flame mastered the power of 'heat'.

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

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

This information did not come from the obelisk, but from his 'brain', which made him wonder if he had some mental problems.

"Summer, what did you see?"

He looked at the other magister beside him.

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

"don't want!"

Darby felt his hair stand on end for a moment, "Don't use extraordinary language, say that name!!"

But it's too late.

Summer reverently shouted "Montic!"

"ah!"

In an instant, all the magicians were limp on the ground.

Darby was dripping with cold sweat, and felt an indescribable gaze.

The spiritual power of his fifth-level magister, and even the spiritual barrier he set up, were disintegrated like ants, under this gaze.

In his mind, only one voice kept echoing.

That's the Womong pronunciation of 'Montic'!

Great Old One!