Chapter 433: Headless Knight and Jaeger's Blade

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The figure was wearing heavy armor, and his body seemed to be wet. Drops of black juice dripped from the edges of the heavy armor onto the ground.

Even at such a long distance.

Matthew seemed to be able to hear the sound of liquid dripping on the ground of the city wall.

Headless Horseman?

He blinked.

Who knows the next second.

The headless horseman had disappeared, and only an old horse exuding a tired atmosphere was left on the city wall.

The old horse was skinny all over, chewing something in its mouth, and its hooves were treading in place uneasily.

He seemed to feel Matthew's gaze.

The old horse also glanced in his direction.

Matthew made eye contact with the other person.

He tried to read the human-like emotion in the horse's eyes—

"Eager?"

"look forward to?"

"Still eager?"

Matthew blinked again.

The old horse also disappeared.

It was as if what he had just seen was just an illusion!

"Did you just see something on the wall?"

Matthew asked his companions.

However, whether it is Jia Siliwen, Mo Song, or Claire with keen perception.

They all stated that the walls had always been empty and they had not noticed any living creatures.

"It may be the manifestation of resentment..."

Jia Siliwen said:

"There are too many resentments in this city. Some resentments will not be seen by everyone, but will only appear in the vision of specific people."

"Similar scenes often appear in the ruins of some underground cities."

"This kind of resentment that is unwilling to be expressed in most cases is usually not harmful. They just have some unresolved obsessions. Some are instinctive actions left in the repetitive consciousness, and some are hoping that outsiders can help them... "

"What did you see?"

Matthew replied:

"A headless horseman and a very haggard looking old horse."

Jia Siliwen asked:

"What race and appearance is it?"

"Didn't he ask you for help?"

Matthew shook his head:

"I can't tell what race it is. It's quite tall, but it's definitely not a troll."

"Maybe it's the remnants of a certain figure in history. It shouldn't be a big problem."

"Let's go and see where we can get in."

The group walked along the city wall for a while.

The reason why they did not directly climb over the city wall was because they sensed the powerful barrier existing in the sky above the ancient city.

This kind of enchantment or ritual field has a strong gravity attribute.

When you fly into the sky.

Multiple gravity fields will be exerted on your body, which will interfere with your actions.

At the beginning, when flying seven or eight meters above the ground, there was almost no impact.

But only ten seconds later.

The force of gravity on your body will be doubled.

The higher and longer you fly, the more severe the gravity penalty you take.

Based on Matthew's spell identification and interpretation.

Once the flight height exceeds five meters and the flight time exceeds three minutes within the city, the punishment for the flyer is not limited to multiple gravity.

Gravity reversal, chaotic force fields, gravitational storms, and even void turbulence that scares legendary professionals!

These are possible penalties.

Therefore, flying directly over the city wall is likely to cause unnecessary disaster.

"After entering the city, we need to test how the altitude of this gravity ceremony site is calculated."

"Does it count as flying if I stand on the roof of the second floor and my feet don't leave the ground?"

"If flying is not possible, then climbing is possible?"

Matthew thought secretly in his heart.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the gravity field in his hand, otherwise he can try to crack the ritual field here.

Even if you only crack a small part, you can still get a pretty good home field advantage!

They walked along the city wall for about four or five minutes.

An open side door appeared in the field of vision ahead.

There is only one doorway here.

The hole is empty, and creatures under two meters and three meters tall can stand and walk in directly.

"There should be a wooden door here. It was demolished just now."

"Look, they left obvious footprints. They seem to be a group of unprofessional guys."

Sener's eyes glanced near the door.

He bent down slightly, took a breath, and a look of disgust quickly appeared on his face:

"It's a fish man."

"They should be from the same tribe as the group of fishmen we met on the Guardian Island."

"I hate fish people."

Matthew asked curiously:

"Why?"

Sen'er looked at him strangely:

"Do you still need a reason to hate fishmen?"

"If you have to give me a reason, is it okay to be ugly?"

"You don't think that because we are from the evil camp, I will fall in love with those monsters who only know how to scream, right?"

"Don't be too arrogant, kid. My aesthetic level is much higher than yours. I can guarantee that."

Matthew touched his nose. He wanted to talk back, but at this moment.

He suddenly saw a black mark appearing on the corner of a building behind the door!

Matthew walked over.

"The markings are brand new and the techniques are very skillful."

"It seems that we don't have to worry about our drow companions being eaten alive for the time being."

Sen Er walked over expressionlessly.

The mark was drawn with a charcoal pencil, and the content was an arrow piercing a heart.

This is a classic drow secret letter.

The mark itself is a magic rune, and only those who are marked as partners by the drow can see its content.

The direction the arrow points to.

It should be the information that Mira wants to provide to Matthew and others.

"She is acting with the fishmen?"

Hayek questioned.

Sener shrugged:

"Who knows, maybe it's also tracking."

Hayek snorted:

"I don't believe in the drow anyway. I have survived in the Underdark for three years. After returning to the surface, I will warn every intelligent life on the surface - don't believe in the drow!"

Sener laughed:

"Coincidentally, I also have a similar experience."

"That is, don't believe in the necromancer."

As he spoke.

The group has arrived in the city.

Although there is no angle to look down from a high place, Matthew can also feel the grandeur and magnificence of the city.

The towering city walls are like a natural moat.

As for the area of ​​the city, it is even more astonishing-

New Rolling Stone City is already the largest city that Matthew Aindo has seen.

Although the Far North Floating City where the headquarters of the Seven Saints Alliance is located is complex and exquisite, it uses too much space folding technology and half-plane dimension anchors, so its external scale is far less than those real big cities.

And the ancient city of Krafa.

Its area is about ten times that of New Rolling Stone City!

This ancient city not only covers a vast area, but also has unique buildings.

Most of the buildings are tall, probably to match the size of the trolls.

There are also a few relatively low houses.

These houses are often on the edge of a city.

Probably built for other races that depend on the trolls.

Although most of the houses are dilapidated.

But through some details.

Everyone can still feel the prosperity and exquisiteness of the heyday of the Troll Empire.

With the map given by Margaret.

As soon as everyone entered the door.

Matthew quickly completed the initial positioning, and they walked towards the first block where the little boy had appeared.

Along the way.

Everyone was chatting casually.

I don't know if it was an illusion.

Matthew felt that Sen'er was particularly eager to chat with him today:

"You took the purification staff, aren't you afraid that Aldessia will fight you to death?"

Matthew shrugged:

"I thought she didn't want to let me go."

Sen'er coughed:

"As far as I know, she is not an open-minded woman. Why don't you sell the staff to me? You can't use it anyway."

Matthew looked at her strangely:

"I am a serious wizard. It's reasonable for me to take the staff, right? Why should I sell it to you? ? "

Sen'er said with a chuckle:

"You carry a shovel, sickle, stick, silver sword, spear, and skeleton, but no staff. You tell me you are a real wizard?"

Matthew was speechless for a moment and could only attack the other party's profession:

"Does a wanderer need a staff?"

Sen'er smiled shyly:

"You may not believe it, but I do work as a wizard part-time..."

"Although I became a thief to make a living after I became an adult, my dream since childhood is to become a wizard..."

Matthew was silent.

But it was impossible for him to sell the purification staff to Sen'er.

So he could only fool around with a few words at the moment.

Seeing that Sen'er was reluctant to leave and still thinking about him, Matthew coughed and changed the subject:

"Do you know the origin of the legendary archer who attacked us just now?"

Sen'er responded the fastest:

"Dawn Star Leon has half Sioux blood. He and Black Dragon Mother Aldessia come from the magical country of Thorn Flower Sword."

"It is said that Leon was a sharpshooter when he was very young, but he was limited by the level ceiling of the secondary plane and he has not been promoted to Legend."

"Obviously, he, like Aldessia, benefited from a plane change that occurred in Thorn Flower Sword a few years ago, thus breaking through the legend and becoming a very threatening character."

Like Black Dragon Mother?

Matthew frowned.

How did these masters of the secondary plane suddenly break through collectively?

He felt that there must be a reason.

Sure enough.

This time, it was the God of Travelers, Mo Song, who took the initiative to take over the topic:

"I also know a little about this matter, but I didn't have time to talk about it just now."

"For a long time, as a secondary plane, the highest professional level that the Sword of Jinghua can accommodate is LV20, so the quasi-legend is the ceiling of all professionals."

"In this type of plane, the 20th level strong will be honored as the strong of the Holy Domain.

In fact, when these strong of the Holy Domain fight in the native plane, the combat power that can be exerted may not be much weaker than the parallel legend of the material world.

And the true legend of the material world will also be constrained by the laws of the plane when entering the secondary plane, and then be downgraded to a level of only about 20."

"The variable that changed this situation is also the odd-numbered change!"

"Under the influence of the odd-numbered change, the established order of the multiverse is slowly collapsing, and even the Tianlun Palace that was promoted is slowly returning. How could other marginal laws not be loosened one after another?"

"The collision between the secondary plane and the main material world has become more frequent, and in the process of the planes constantly colliding and dissolving, many laws of the secondary planes have exploded or been rewritten, and the ceiling of professionals has been broken through in major events that make the people in the secondary planes unforgettable."

"The Sword of the Jade Flower is such a plane that perfectly benefits from the odd-numbered changes. Aldessia and Leon seized the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. They helped their world complete the half-level transition, and then made the Sword of the Jade Flower more deeply embedded in the main material world."

"Since then, the highest level of the Sword of the Jade Flower has been raised to LV22, and he has also received the treatment of the son of the plane in the secondary plane. His strength has advanced by leaps and bounds under the promotion of the plane consciousness, and he has reached the legendary realm!"

"In the process of their breakthrough to the legend, coincidence is important, but more important is their own strength."

"After all, they originally have the potential to be legendary, and what restricts them is only their origin and stage..."

Hearing this.

Matthew suddenly realized.

Then he quickly drew inferences:

"If this trend continues, more and more sanctuary masters from the secondary planes will be promoted to legends in the future?"

"If they come to the material world one after another, won't Aindor welcome a lot of new legends?"

Mosong smiled and nodded:

"What you said is very likely to happen."

"According to the bard, Aindor is likely to usher in an era where legends are everywhere and liches are worse than dogs..."

Matthew nodded silently.

From the God of Travelers' statement, Matthew seemed to have sensed in advance that a magnificent and stormy era was coming.

This made his sense of crisis even more serious.

"Can you contact Telast?"

"I mean the stone plate."

Hayek suddenly interrupted and asked Matthew.

Matthew spread his hands:

"I have sent signals to Terrast several times, but I still haven't received any feedback."

Hayek couldn't help but mutter:

"I told you long ago that the old antique doesn't work."

Mosong smiled confidently:

"It doesn't matter."

"I have placed tracking signals on Terrast and the other members of the other team."

"As long as they enter this ancient city, I can sense their existence and specific direction."

Sen'er looked at him unexpectedly.

Mosong asked:

"What?"

Sen'er smiled lightly:

"If you had said it earlier, I wouldn't have secretly applied tracking potions on the soles of those people's shoes."

Jasi Liwen asked back:

"Is there anyone who hasn't placed positioning or tracking marks on that team?"

The three looked at Matthew and Hayek.

The former looked indifferent, while the latter could only frown and pretend to be deep.

Claire watched coldly and couldn't help but pull Matthew's sleeve:

"How many tricks do your companions have?"

"Why do I feel less safe with them?"

Matthew agreed.

As they walked and talked, the atmosphere of the ancient city was solemn and dignified, and there was no sound around.

But the people in Matthew's team were all skilled and brave.

On the way, they only encountered two blind goblin skeletons and a road demon lying in ambush on the ground.

After being easily killed by them.

They never encountered other monsters again.

The speed of their exploration of the ancient city was not slow.

But even so.

When they were close to the first area marked on the map where the Lost Paradise might be buried.

They had to stop moving forward.

Because.

It was dark.

According to the knowledge of the Bloodthirsty Mountain that Matthew had obtained from Margaret.

There are twelve hours a day here.

Eight hours are daytime and four hours are night.

During the day, most areas are relatively safe, especially the sky floating islands transformed by the Cybertron Artificer.

But after nightfall.

The situation becomes different.

The troll ghosts that can be seen everywhere in Bloodthirsty Mountain will start to attack all intruders indiscriminately.

Their strength will also increase to three to ten times the original!

Therefore, Bloodthirsty Mountain is very dangerous at night.

Not to mention the forbidden place like the ancient city of Crafa.

Although they have been safe all the way during the day.

But no one dares to take it lightly in this regard.

The sensitive people in the team noticed that since they entered the ancient city, there have been sporadic surveillance eyes watching them.

Those eyes did not hide their malice.

Matthew believed.

As long as the flaws are exposed, they will definitely be used by the hostile units hidden in the city.

What price will be paid at that time is still unknown.

Everyone discussed it.

At present, they have clearly escaped the pursuit of Ordesia and Leon.

In this case, there is really no need to rush forward.

So they decided to find a safe place to camp during these dangerous four hours.

Everyone in the team was an experienced explorer.

It didn't take long.

Claire found a building that was very suitable for camping.

The building was adjacent to an inner wall, which was also hundreds of meters high. Through the doorway under the wall, you can reach the block marked by Matthew.

The interior of the building is spacious, high and has walls that are strong enough to keep out the wind and rain.

The structure inside the building is simple and clear, with four large exits and more paths.

It is convenient for retreat in the event of a crisis and provides sufficient depth.

Soon.

The group chose to set up camp in the side hall of the building.

To be precise.

This work was handed over to the God of Travelers, Mosong.

Mosong flicked his finger.

A touch of golden light flashed, and the power of the domain fluctuated violently.

Not long after.

Exquisite and spacious tents rose from the ground.

A blazing bonfire also appeared between the tents.

Outside the tents.

There are three layers of barriers in a row -

Secret barrier;

Blockade barrier;

Invisible barrier;

In addition, a blessing robe is hung on the top of each tent.

According to Mosong.

When leaving the tent, put the robe on your body and shake it.

You can get at least ten foot oiling tricks a day.

Maybe it can also improve your luck.

See this scene.

Matthew couldn't help but sigh, he is indeed a professional.

The God of Travelers is really good at camping!

However, Mosong himself was not very satisfied.

He said with a trace of regret:

"If it was the state before reincarnation, I could do better..."

"Even if you want a hot spring hotel or a luxury villa, I can easily make it for you, plus a few maids or male servants of a specified race... What a pity."

Mosong sighed deeply.

He seemed to fall into a brief sadness.

Matthew patted his shoulder, and then curiously got into the tent to check the props and facilities inside.

In general.

The campsite created by the God of Travelers is quite good.

Even Sener and Gasliwen, who have always been picky, have nothing to say.

It was completely dark.

The group sat down around the campfire, chatted with each other for a while, and then returned to the tent one by one to rest.

Soon.

Matthew was the only one left by the campfire.

Although the barrier of the God of Travelers has invisibility, detection and alarm functions.

But Matthew still felt uneasy after thinking about it.

He stood up.

He wanted to set up a few more alarm spells near the barrier.

But at that moment.

He suddenly felt the gaze of being watched again!

Matthew turned back suddenly.

It was still the headless knight!

Unlike last time, he stood far away.

This time.

He and his old horse stood at the door of Matthew's tent!

Then.

Matthew discovered an even more bizarre detail -

The voices and breaths of others disappeared!

The whole camp was empty.

It seemed that only he, the headless knight, and the horse were left!

Matthew took a deep breath.

He asked tentatively:

"Who are you, sir?"

The headless knight replied in a low voice:

"Who am I?"

"I don't know..."

"But do you know who you are?"

Matthew frowned, and just as he was about to say something, the scene around him suddenly began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye-

The tent was blown over by the strong wind from outside;

The bonfire suddenly exploded after burning violently, and a large number of sparks passed through Matthew, but he was unaware!

The camp gradually disappeared.

Matthew looked around.

This is a huge palace, and the deep darkness submerged the details in the distance. He could only see the space near him!

He saw golden pillars engraved with mysterious totems and words!

And behind the two golden pillars.

There was a throne pierced by countless golden swords!

There was a vague figure sitting on the throne.

Matthew couldn't see clearly.

At this moment.

The headless knight beside him suddenly bent down, holding his non-existent head with both hands, and roared hysterically:

"Who am I?"

"Where did I come from?"

"What did I see before the dimensionality reduction?"

The headless knight's voice echoed in the palace for a long time.

Matthew stepped forward.

The headless knight suddenly shouted:

"Don't get close to me!"

"It's dangerous!"

"It's too late, there's no chance, there's no chance..."

"The lifeline of the next era has been written, and it's too late to arrange the next era. Why me? Why me?"

"Why do you let me bear such a responsibility?"

"Destruction! Destruction! Destruction!"

The headless knight's voice became more and more painful.

For some reason, Matthew didn't feel fear when he heard his voice, but felt that the other party was very pitiful.

He instinctively wanted to reach out and touch the headless knight's shoulder.

But at that moment.

His body was suddenly involuntarily pulled forward-

Huh!

Matthew watched himself and the "headless knight" merge into one!

And then.

He flashed in front of the throne.

It turned out that there was no figure on the throne.

There was a mirror on the throne!

Through the mirror.

Matthew saw his current appearance - no head, only a piece of armor, and drops of black juice dripping down the armor.

He only felt that his breathing became unusually heavy.

Each heartbeat becomes tiring.

The picture in the mirror suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards.

A familiar voice came from inside. In the picture, a man stood on the edge of darkness with his back turned.

The place he was in was a palace very similar to the one around Matthew.

The man shouted loudly:

"You must be tired too, right?"

"You don't know who you are, where you came from, and where you are going!"

"You call yourself a prophet, but others say you are a madman!"

“You firmly believe that you are a prophet and you have seen the destruction of the world!

You see the earth collapse, the sea water pouring in, and the gods wailing miserably like weeds swallowed by fire!

But that’s 10,000 fucking years from now!

Even if someone thinks what you say is true, what does it matter?

They say that if a person lives a hundred years, why should he care about ten thousand years?

If the world is destroyed, it must be destroyed. Why do the saviors think they are righteous?

There are also new shoots twitching where the ruins collapsed. Life and death are supposed to be reincarnated. How can there be eternity in the world?

And you, the clown who stole time, are the biggest sinner!

Why don't you let go and let him go!

You despicable, dirty, shameless clown! ! !

Ah……

A clown?

Since then, I have given no more advice to the world.

Instead of saving.

It's better to sit on the sidelines.

I'll see that happen.

It must be a beauty that cannot be glimpsed in the world of mortals...

dusk. "

If it were just a sonorous and powerful recitation at the beginning.

So the last paragraph.

It is simply an extremely exaggerated and touching dramatic performance.

Similar tone and tone.

Matthew had only met him when he attended the stage play of The Plague King in Zeshui City.

He had a strong sense of déjà vu.

The next second.

The man with his back turned slowly turned around and smiled in his direction.

"Loran?"

Matthew's eyes widened in disbelief.

But soon he realized that the person in front of him was not Luo Lan.

Although he looks very similar to Lorraine.

But there are gaps in many places and differences in temperament.

"You performed well, poet. What reward would you like?"

Another deep voice came from the mirror.

Matthew suddenly noticed.

From the perspective of the mirror, the observer appears to be sitting on a throne.

The scene reflected on the other side of the mirror was almost exactly the same as my own.

The difference lies in the different characters!

"Dear Lord Yeager, I want a Bamboo of Destiny."

The poet who resembled Lorraine answered humbly.

"Destiny Bamboo? You are too greedy."

The person on the throne seemed a little unhappy:

"Change it."

Although the poet has a good attitude, he does not give in at all in terms of remuneration:

"I just want a bamboo of destiny, I don't want anything else."

The people on the throne were silent for a while.

Then he said coldly:

"good."

"You will get a bamboo of destiny."

"But the premise is that after I die, this is the oracle and the contract between you and the underworld."

"Now, you can get out."

The poet nodded slightly and left respectfully.

The opponent's back has not yet completely merged into the shadows.

The man on the throne sneered:

"The god of poets?"

"What bullshit priesthood..."

The poet completely went into the shadows.

But his voice still floated over from afar:

"Correct me, Lord Yeager, he is the god of dusk and poets."

"There is no distinction between high and low in the priesthood. In fact, I like my current priesthood very much. At least it is more interesting than death, haha..."

The man on the throne said nothing.

after awhile.

He suddenly murmured to himself:

"It's Xiaomai's birthday soon. What gift should I give him?"

The words have not yet finished.

The mirror in front of Matthew suddenly collapsed.

The surrounding scenes quickly disappeared.

that moment.

He only felt that his heart felt lost and full of emptiness.

He stretched out his hand to grab something, and then there was a sudden pain in his palm.

Matthew lowered his head.

I found that I had a knife in my hand.

The entire knife is made of gold. It feels soft on the hand and has a good texture.

There is also a very small line of text engraved on the back of the knife.

Matthew had to use his eyesight to barely distinguish clearly——

"I love you as much as I love myself.

Jaeger. "

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"Tip: You have obtained the item "Yager's Blade" belonging to the Death God Jaeger.

The Blade of Jaeger: A key to the eternal dead realm..."

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