Chapter 455： Wilbur's manuscript

Huh!

just a light wave, the blazing flames suddenly extinguished.

'Lord' holding a transparent blade in his hand, stepping on the broken ground, slowly walked towards Wilbur Waterley, wherever he passed, the space trembled and collapsed, and dense black cracks covered every place, as if it would break at any time. The same as cracked porcelain.

Wilbur Waterley’s brain was blank, and his thinking seemed to be permanently frozen at that moment. Unspeakable fear spread from the bottom of his heart. With the chill enough to freeze the soul, the hair on his body instantly exploded!

That is... the breath of death!

is different from the previous feelings, this time Wilbur Waterley's feelings are very real!

"Don't be so vigilant..."

After'Lord' released his hand, the transparent blade disappeared. The narrow gilt pupils showed a touch of mockery, and said: "If you say that you only need one to kill, then you will never get a second one, because my sword ...Has already hit you."

"What did you say?!"

Wilbur Waterley's heart was shaken, and he immediately felt his thinking fell into a lag.

But before he could answer, a clear blood-colored crack suddenly appeared on the top of its head, and then gradually spread downward, until the whole person was divided into two, split into two halves, and then hit the ground.

"I shouldn't believe your nonsense..."

‘Lord’’s eyes flickered, and I didn’t know what he was thinking about. After half a day, he let out a sigh of emotion: “It’s rare that that guy asked me to come out and let me breathe.

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Casanova Hotel, the ninth floor.

The overall structure here is quite different from the previous few floors.

They were in a thin, narrow and dark unknown tunnel. The surrounding walls felt like an underground rock structure, with large sphagnum plants growing in the damp cracks.

Not far in front of the tunnel, a faint light can be seen.

Obviously, there is the destination.

Constantine originally wanted to turn his head and ask Neksia to confirm if it was the place she was talking about, but the environment of this ghost place is similar to the above, the darkness has become almost denser, and you can only look at it dimly. To a fuzzy figure.

"It's there."

In the darkness, Nekhya's voice came.

After getting personal confirmation from the'Prophet', Constantine then relieved his mind and imposed a few blessing spells on himself, then touched the damp rock wall and sphagnum moss, stepped on the uneven gravel road, cautiously Slowly advance towards the light source.

Although it seems safe here, Constantine did not let his guard down.

After all, based on the information collected so far, Wilbur Waterley is obviously a magician, proficient and good at dark magic. He has also dabbled in this area when he was wandering before, so he knows dark magic well. The weirdness and horror.

If a trap was accidentally triggered, Nexia might not be able to save him.

Constantine took every step very carefully, using magic to test whether there were any traps in front of him from time to time. The traveling efficiency was enough to be called a turtle speed, and he walked a full ten minutes for a distance of less than 100 meters.

After approaching the light source, he realized that it was a simple wooden door.

After confirming that there were no traps on the wooden door, and the black magic curse left behind, Constant relieved completely, and then used a wire to skillfully pry open the door lock.

The area of ​​the room is not too big, only about ten square meters.

A dim electric lamp hangs from the damp and rotten ceiling. On the wooden table in the middle, there are some messy manuscripts and a few old books that have been opened. On the left hand side, there is a bookcase several meters high. Constantine glanced roughly and found that it was piled up with all kinds of magic books, and most of them were lost orphans related to black magic.

"All the secrets are in those manuscripts."

Nekxia quietly appeared at some point, pointing his finger at the scattered yellowed manuscripts on the table.

"Fuck, scare me!"

Constantine was not scared enough by her fascination, feeling that the heart was about to jump out of her throat, patted her chest and said with lingering fear: "Next time I trouble you, can you not be so sudden? If I am not brave enough, I will be scared to death by you!"

Under the dim electric light, Nexia's expression was a bit elusive, and there was a hint of scrutiny in his emerald green eyes, and he said meaningfully to Constantine: "There are things that you shouldn't look at, so don't Go and see, do you understand what I said?"

Constantine's face froze: "You...what do you mean by this?"

"Means nothing."

Neksia said lightly: "I just want to remind you that sometimes the so-called'knowledge' is actually a burden. The more you know, the closer you will be to those things. If you don't want to become Wilbur That kind of lunatic, it’s best not to be curious."

Constantine's face was stiff. It was obvious that he was poked into the thoughts in his heart, and said embarrassingly: "Isn't I seeing the heart of hunting? After all, those magic books have been lost for a long time. Since you don't let me read, then I will Don't watch it."

"This is best."

Neksia smiled slightly and said, "I don't want to kill you personally, so don't force me."

Constantine trembled all over, swore that he would never watch.

Although it was only a moment ago, the murderous intent flashing in the girl's eyes was clearly captured by him, and he deeply realized that this girl had never joked with him!

Adhering to the principle of the supremacy of life, Constantine decisively abandoned curiosity.

Even if the few lost books describe how powerful dark magic is, it is impossible for his little life to be valuable Constantine took a deep breath and stopped paying attention to those on the bookcase. The lost book, turned to the wooden table, picked up the yellowed manuscripts scattered on it, and said: "The time has come to reveal the answer. Let me see what Wilbur Waterley is hiding. !"

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1913, spring, Newcastle.

A golden meteor suddenly fell on the suburbs, and the huge shock wave caused the deaths of several civilians.

On the order of His Majesty George VI, I, who was obsessed with magic pharmacy, was responsible for investigating the incident in the Newcastle area. After conducting a series of field surveys, it was discovered that a large area of ​​land was affected by some unknown force and the vegetation produced abnormalities. Activated, and very strong vitality was detected from the soil.

During the investigation, I quickly realized that this is an opportunity God has given me!

The mysterious and unknown power contained in this area can not only activate vegetation and soil, but also activate humans and animals. I just stayed here for a few days and cured the inherited asthma in our family.

Oh, my god, is this just the feeling of being healthy?

Now I can run for ten minutes at a stretch, ride on the back of the strongest steed, make moves I never dared to think of before, and even wear a knight armor and fight people with a knight sword!

All these are the magical land, blessings from me!

Yes, this is mine.

This is the great treasure bestowed on me by the almighty and compassionate Father.

I can’t let other people know, I have to take this treasure for myself!