After about half an hourglass period.
Rumble rumble rumble!
As the Demon Eye high above the plaza continued to contract violently, vortexes of dark energy from all directions converged upon it, causing the entire Magic Eye Pyramid to tremble due to the intense energy fluctuations.
The energy cloud has disappeared.
Rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone into the plaza platform on the fifth floor of the Magic Eye Pyramid.
Huff, huff, huff...
Inside the second-floor hall of the mushroom castle with its broken roof, the sorcerer breathed heavily.
The bronze mask was nowhere to be found, revealing the angular face of a middle-aged man. His body was covered with dense black scales, but it was incomplete. His right hand, hidden beneath his wide robe, trembled incessantly, and a stream of blood flowed from it.
at the same time.
The three Descenders wearing Golden Mask were now twisted corpses, their deaths extremely gruesome.
It looked as if it had been twisted into a pretzel by some powerful force.
"Hmph."
A haughty chuckle escaped from deep within his throat as he raised his head to look at the figure slowly descending from the sky.
The Unnamed landed opposite the sorcerer and glanced at the three twisted, Golden Mask corpses.
Want to know the truth about human history?
The sorcerer, panting and grinning maliciously, got straight to the point.
It seems you are the ultimate winner.
Unnamed raised an eyebrow.
The sorcerer sat down on the spot, casually removing Golden Mask from a nearby corpse and playing with it.
"We humans are not actually beings of this world, but rather come from a world called Aurora. However, during an exploration, our Space-Time Fortress malfunctioned and crashed into this world. But we are fundamentally different from the lowly native life forms of this world!"
"Oh?"
The Unnamed was slightly taken aback.
"So, White Niven's Heliocentric Theory from eight hundred years ago is true?"
"Whether it's true or not, I don't know, but at least the Church's < Festival of Light > is pure nonsense, nothing more than a tool for the God of Light to collect faith! The so-called God of Light is nothing more than a traitor who betrayed his noble human identity, betrayed his family mission, and became a native in order to gain power. Gods are nothing more than a way for some foolish creatures to pursue power!"
The Unnamed became slightly interested.
"In other words, the Creator of Light betrayed the ancient human explorers; he no longer wanted to return to the Orora World and instead created the current Great Empire of Light in Aurora?"
"Yes!"
Hatred, anger, and mockery flashed in the sorcerer's eyes.
Unnamed shook his head.
"The means of acquiring power are neither noble nor base."
"That's because you were born into this world, and you believe this world is your Mother Star. You've even become accustomed to the rejection of your Energy Magnetic Field by the world's magnetic field, and you've learned to use your soul as a medium to integrate into the world's magnetic field, so that this world will accept you!"
"We are noble humans! Once those terrifying beings who can communicate with the laws of the world awaken and realize we are intruders, they will never let us go! Otherwise, why do you think the God of Light has tried time and time again to open up the Night's Veil Land? Isn't it to participate in the war of the Gods against the terrifying creatures in the center of the continent and prevent those terrifying beings from awakening!"
After his anger subsided, the sorcerer calmed down.
"Don't you crave power?"
The sorcerer's voice was filled with seduction.
"As long as you can use the Sun and Moon Magic Eye to summon the Dark Magic Eye Pyramid in the Furnace Desert, break the seal of the ancient human explorer Capricorn Duke, and connect to the Orora World, you will obtain truly powerful strength!"
"Oh?"
A hint of longing flickered in the Unnamed's eyes.
"Then why don't you take the Sun and Moon Magic Eye and break the seal on Capricorn Duke yourself?"
The sorcerer looked at the Unnamed as if he were looking at an outstanding junior, with a condescending admiration, as if he saw his own past self in him.
"Hmph! Because I admire you!"
The sorcerer wanted to pat the Unnamed on the shoulder with his right hand, as if he were treating a distinguished junior, but the Unnamed dodged it.
"However, there is still a scholar over there whom you have not yet dealt with."
Um?
The sorcerer slowly turned his head, and when he saw the dim figure that seemed to be shrouded in moonlight, his pupils suddenly contracted in disbelief.
How could there be another person on the second floor of the castle?!
How could it possibly conceal itself from my senses?
When did you arrive here?
On the control panel of the central hub, shrouded in a layer of pale silver moonlight, Reilo appeared as a hazy, indistinct shadow.
With his gaze shifting, Reilo looked at the sorcerer.
"Having lost its Magic Eye, this pyramid is weeping; it has realized it is heading towards death. I must hurry and learn about the Moon's Tides and the Touch of Moonlight. I apologize if I have disturbed you."
The sorcerer narrowed his eyes slightly.
Did you hear what I just said?
Reilo could tell from his voice that it was somewhat unfriendly.
The Unnamed man watched the mysterious X with great interest.
"I really want to say I didn't hear it, but I doubt you'd believe me. However, the truth is I did hear it, and unlike this Unnamed, I'm very interested in this history and in Aurora's Mother Star. If I ever have the chance to leave this world, I will definitely go and see it."
"Hmph, well, I'm really sorry about that."
The sorcerer walked step by step toward Reilo, his face sinister.
"This concerns the Capricorn Duke, and the future of the Dark World and humanity. Therefore, we can only ask that you make some sacrifices for all mankind and shut your mouth forever."
In the end, the sorcerer even revealed a hint of compassion and pity, as if he were the savior of humanity, and pronounced judgment on Reilo.
"Go to hell, future generations will forever remember your sacrifice."
Bathed in the pale silver moonlight, Reilo opened his mouth, but in the end only shook his head and smiled.
"Making some sacrifices for all of humanity? That's quite in line with the style of the Dark World."
Reilo's voice was calm.
He looked at the sunlight streaming in through the hole in the roof of the second-floor castle.
"But the battle just now has left you in a low state, and even your true form has been damaged like this. Meanwhile, I am at an unprecedented peak of strength, so your chances of winning are really slim. I advise you not to resort to violence to solve the problem."
"Hmph, is that so?"
The black figure vanished in a flash.
Bang!
The <1024 Nights> Guardian Shield was cracked, but Reilo did not bounce away as before; he simply stood still.
The sorcerer himself, however, was sent flying backward in disbelief!
"What happened? Just now, it felt like my power landed on a ball of cotton, was absorbed, and then bounced back. I was attacked by my own power!"
The sorcerer gazed at the pale silver light enveloping the <1024 Nights> Guardian Shield.
"A certain way of utilizing Mental Power?"
After the sorcerer chuckled in praise, the black flames on the black-scaled dragon claw of his true form gradually transformed into a greatsword.
Reilo was well aware of the terrifying power of this black flaming greatsword.
He just used these black flames to kill the second angelic weapon.
call out...
An inconspicuous bubble, gone in a flash.
"Hmm? Bubbles?"
Sensing the power of the Bubble Technique, even in his normal state, let alone when he was in his Black Dragon form, this level of attack wouldn't cause him any harm!
After the initial surprise, a cold laugh followed.
roar!
With a speed that was no less than that of Demon Heart, and a physique that was almost beyond the reach of basic academic knowledge, the black shadow was shrouded in black flames, forming a miniature ancient black dragon that exuded a terrifying ancient dragon might as it charged forward relentlessly.
boom!
Within the black flames, the <1024 Nights> Guardian Shield, like glass under extreme heat, gradually softened.
Black flames surged into the protective shield, landed on the skin, and seeped into the body through the pores.
"As expected, very strong."
Seemingly influenced by these ancient, absurd, and distorted auras, Reilo's soul Mental Power mutated, and even his thought patterns became completely different.
A hint of indifference crept into his emotions, and he became more rational.
"This way of dying is unimaginably painful."
At this moment, Reilo was treating himself as a specimen, silently experiencing his own death process in the most direct way, a cruel and appalling display of rationality.
"Then I'll give you a quick death!"
The sorcerer's black fire sword pierced Reilo's chest, while he also noticed Reilo's Flaming Dragon Roar Magic Wand towards him.
However, he had absolute confidence in his magical resistance.
puff!
The black sword pierced Reilo's chest, and black flames spewed from Reilo's seven orifices.
Beside the true form of the black dragon, a cruel, wicked smile played on its fangs.
"That's all... Ugh, cough cough cough!"
Bang!
The sorcerer's expression changed drastically, the word "already" stuck in his throat, and the black dragon's true form suddenly collapsed with a "bang".
The spellcaster stared incredulously at the wand at his chest, coughing incessantly and swallowing back the acid reflux in his stomach.
His powerful physique and magical resistance were actually injured by a single blow from this magic wand?
After catching his breath and suppressing his injuries, the sorcerer's expression returned to normal, though it remained somewhat grave.
This person seems to be no ordinary person; he appears to be hiding some secret. However, he is now a dead man.
"I told you, in your current state, you have no chance of winning."
Reilo's icy voice came again.
The spellcaster, lost in thought, was startled.
"Impossible!!!"
He pressed one hand to the wound on his chest, staring at Reilo as if he were a monster, and said with a chilling expression, "I am the most powerful hypnotist in the world. No one can influence me through mental illusions anymore!"
There are still thirty-seven crescent Moon Mark.
Reilo, however, had no intention of wasting words. A hint of indifference appeared beneath the X Mask, and then, to the astonishment of the Cursed Master and the Unnamed One, a dark red eye slowly opened from the gap in the Mushroom Castle.
"This is!"
A dark red beam of Destruction Light Pillar descended from the sky.
Although the sorcerer was already at his limit, he was still affected by the Destruction beam of Light Pillar from the Eye of the Sun. When he appeared in the shadow of the castle, looking at the left half of his body, the burning pain that had become unfamiliar in his memory instantly spread throughout his body.
pain!
Intense pain!
"No matter who you are, die!!!"
Activate the strongest power of the Bloodline True Body, transforming it into a black flame dragon that charges forward!
It was with this power that he fought against three opponents single-handedly and swiftly destroyed the first Golden Mask angelic weapon of war!
The black flame dragon once again engulfed Reilo.
Within the black flames, the sorcerer gazed at the man calmly facing his death. Beneath the X Mask, there wasn't even a trace of emotion. This indifference, filled with absolute rationality, actually instilled a sense of fear in the sorcerer.
He seemed to see a scholar he had once encountered.
This same extreme rational indifference suggests a lack of interest in many things.
However, once it comes to their own exclusive research field, they become completely fanatical, exhibiting a chillingly mad and cruel madness.
His most prized clone, an ancient demon's clone, a Legendary Creature hailed as a source of death and nightmares, was sealed away and then placed on Dissection Table like a Whitey, dissected bit by bit while still alive!
"Could it be...?"
puff!
The spellcaster, in a daze, suddenly looked down at the fiery claws extending from his chest, then turned back in disbelief.
The sorcerer stared blankly at Unnamed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his body trembling uncontrollably. He pressed down hard on Unnamed's fiery claws, which Wuming was trying to pull out. Although he didn't speak, his eyes were filled with angry questioning.
"You admire me? One of the leaders of the Dark World? Hmph, you're nothing but a stray dog under the Church, you're too arrogant!"
The Unnamed man stared indifferently at the sorcerer, a hint of disdain and mockery suddenly appearing on his aged face.
"I will strive for strength through my own efforts."
As he spoke, Unnamed suddenly drew his fire claw.
The corpse of the sorcerer's clone fell to the ground with a "thud".