Chapter 76 Corpse

Dean stopped at the end of the steps and did not really go down the steps. He was carefully observing the corridors on both sides. Dean hoped to find out the difference - but, obviously, the builder did not To leave such a flaw for the latecomers, this horizontal corridor divided into left and right is exactly the same.

As for going one way first, conducting an investigation, and then returning on the same road?

In this way, Dean can be sure that the builder is on guard.

He definitely wouldn't do it if he could.

Because, that will only put him in greater danger - with the width of this corridor, and the steel-like fence with gaps that can only stretch out his arms; undoubtedly, once he walks into it, the It is a natural prison; and if there is a round falling stone on the wrong way, or on the way back.

Then, the people who enter it have no other possibility except being crushed into meat.

As for the existence of the gold level?

Since such falling rocks appeared, the existence of the gold rank was naturally taken into consideration.

Dean looked at the slightly sloping angle of the corridor floor, and secretly speculated—of course, this angle is basically indistinguishable from the outside.

Whether it is a stainless steel fence or a stone foundation, it will make you look horizontal.

If not, if the shadow reflected by the magic light had a slight twist, Dean would not have noticed anything wrong with it.

However, such a discovery, apart from confirming his own guess, does not help Dean in any real sense. He still needs to make a choice——

"Left, or right?"

Dean considered.

And this kind of deliberation lasted for several minutes, but Dean still didn't make a choice in the end.

"What's that guy going to do?"

When he couldn't come up with a convincing answer from his own perspective, Dean began to change his perspective—he put his perspective on the Prince Gao Sai.

"He must have quite a lot of manpower, but it is impossible to choose to test the two sides separately, and it is even impossible to leave manpower on this step—because, once the mechanism is touched, this place is all within the scope of traps; so , He passed here once... What is it that makes that guy so sure?"

Dean was thinking, looking back and forth in the corridors on the left and right.

Then, he looked straight to the left!

No, no, not to the left, but to the north!

The King of Conquerors, the only regret in his life was that his journey to the White Night Kingdom ended up being an unexpected failure; therefore, until his death, the emperor never forgot about this, and wanted to lead his knights to conquer the entire White Night Kingdom; even, in the end, even his own tomb was built in the dense snowy forest closest to Baiye.

Then, if given a choice of going north or going south.

For those Gaosai royal families who inherited the will of the Conqueror King, naturally there is no need to consider it.

Go north, go north, and follow the path of the ancestors.

As for heading south?

It is not the style of a conquering king to shrink back, so it is inevitable to die there.

obviously,

As a descendant of the King of Conquerors, regardless of whether the Prince Gao Sai inherited the will of the King of Conquerors or not, the other party is quite clear about what the King of Conquerors wants.

Therefore, the opponent can choose the right one at a time.

"I see!"

Dean took a deep breath, stepped down, and walked towards the north corridor.

Dean was very careful. Although he believed that his choice was correct, some worries still kept him at every step. After stepping into the corridor, about ten feet later, a special force began to appear——

[Unknown power suppresses, start to judge...]

[Will judgment failed...]

[In the range of unknown power, all attributes are weakened by 50%]

The prompt on the character panel made Dean's whole body sink, and the weakened feeling made Dean, who was almost injured, fall to his knees.

At the same time, Dean also understood how to deal with gold-level knights here.

If the weakening is the same, then the Golden Knight who has been weakened by half obviously cannot be regarded as gold anymore. If the material of the falling rock is more special, it is not impossible to crush one or two Golden Knights to death.

"These lines..."

Dean, whose attributes were weakened, did not move forward immediately, but stopped and stood in place, adapting to his current physical state.

At the same time, his eyes began to look around.

After all, it is absolutely impossible for such a 'force field' to appear for no reason.

Then, Dean found some inexplicable lines on the floor where he was standing; not only the ground where he was standing, but also the walls and ceilings in the entire corridor had such lines.

It is a magical pattern carved in a dark way-it is full of magical power that Dean cannot understand.

Undoubtedly, this is the handwriting of one or some great wizards.

Dean didn't want to destroy the lines.

Since they can be discovered by him in this way, it shows that the builder is not worried that these lines will be destroyed—whether it is impossible to destroy, or if it is destroyed intentionally, it will trigger other traps, and Dean does not want it seen.

Therefore, Dean walked carefully and slowly again.

However, Dean carefully imprinted these magic lines in his mind—although he can't understand what they are now, the extraordinaryness of these magic lines has already made Dean understand the value of them.

What's more, he doesn't know; it doesn't mean that other people don't know. On the secret magic island of the Free Federation, as far as he knows, there are several masters who have studied some magic patterns deeply.

Moreover, even if nothing is found on the secret magic island, the castle in the sky will not let him down.

Of course, that's for later!

Now, Dean is just walking cautiously while recording.

The distance of thousands of feet made Dean walk for more than half an hour. Apart from worrying about other traps, Dean needed to record the magic lines.

Thanks to his life as a test subject on the Secret Magic Island, Dean has a considerable understanding of some magic and mysterious knowledge.

Therefore, even though it is difficult to recognize, Dean has completely memorized these magic lines.

In fact, except for some difficulties at the beginning, and the difficulty of remembering similar core positions afterwards, the rest was easy for Dean.

However, such ease reminded Dean of his days as a test subject.

Such a memory made Dean frown - obviously, it was not a good memory.

Shaking his head quickly, Dean temporarily suppressed this inappropriate memory in his heart, and began to focus all his attention on the things in front of him——

At this moment, Dean was already standing at the end of the corridor.

Here is a stone gate, which is as high as three people - much higher than the corridor, so that, when walking near the stone gate, an upward arc appears on the ceiling.

This arc not only did not make the stone gate look abrupt, on the contrary, it made the whole stone gate even taller when opened.

After checking carefully and confirming that there were no traps, Dean chose the half stone door in front of him and pushed it open.

Squeak...

Amidst the sound of the door shaft turning with a bit of toothache, half of the stone door was completely opened under the push of Dean's palm.

A layer of golden light replaced the original, slightly blue magic light, and Dean's eyes were completely filled with gold - on a tall golden throne with a height of twenty feet, a burly man was standing sit there.

His face was as sharp as a knife and an axe, with endless majesty.

The crown was on it, and after the hands were folded on the breast, it was supported by a long sword, the blade of which was seven feet long, and the width of the blade was longer than the palm of a man's hand. , even if it was placed in the scabbard, there was a fierce and ruthless aura, which still made Territory's heart startled.

Undoubtedly, this is a long sword that overeats and tens of thousands of people donate blood.

The sword of the king of conquest!

Naturally, the person who supported his hands and sat on the throne was naturally the King of Conquerors.

Dean stood under the throne and looked at the opponent quietly - although the emperor had been dead for many years, the power of the opponent was still there.

Even though Dean was tens of feet away from the opponent, he still felt a pressure.

Not only has the coercion of the strong, but also the coercion of being a king.

Dean temporarily put aside his identity and stand, and looked up at the man who had almost dominated Godez. After a while, there was something strange in his eyes.

That lifelike corpse is enough to illustrate the strength of the other party in front of him, even hundreds of years after death, it is enough to make his corpse immortal.

So... is [Devil's Blood Dagger] useful?

Once such thoughts arise from the bottom of his heart, Dean can no longer suppress them.

Suddenly, Dean took a deep breath, trying to relieve the tension in his heart.

However, this kind of breathing has no effect at all, on the contrary, it makes his mouth even more parched.

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