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And the golden door on the far right was a full several dozen meters high.

Chapter 46: Lament of the Dead!

At the end of the dimly lit corridor.

In front of the bronze door.

Rhode glanced at the two huge doors beside him, then looked at the narrow little door in front of him.

After a moment of contemplation, he still felt it was better to be cautious.

Who knew what kind of ghostly things might be behind the door.

So, playing it safe wouldn't hurt.

Creak!

With a slight push, the heavy bronze door opened automatically.

Inside the dimly lit vault, a burst of light appeared.

A huge mountain made of copper coins piled up entered Rhode's eyes.

Looking at the copper mountain that seemed to have no top, made of countless copper coins and exquisite bronzes.

Even though he had been mentally prepared, Rhode couldn't help but gasp.

A look of shock appeared on his face.

The cold 100 million in the bank card and 100 million in cash placed in front of you.

The degree of shock is definitely two different things.

And now, he felt that the degree of shock at this moment was no less than the effect of stacking 1 billion in a room.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed the shock in his heart.

Rhode's eyes turned to the dog on the copper mountain.

Its eyes, as big as teacups, were staring at him intently.

Ignoring the dog, Rhode walked half a circle around the copper mountain and came to the back of the copper mountain.

A dark passage, not knowing where it led.

Rhode didn't hesitate and walked directly into the secret passage.

Walking all the way to the end, a one-meter-high altar appeared in front of him.

A large ice-blue sword was stuck straight into the altar.

Just as he was about to approach, he was stopped by an invisible barrier.

"A barrier?"

Rhode frowned. The magic book left by the witch contained various basic magic knowledge.

Including barriers.

Through special magic patterns and magic tools, mobilizing the surrounding magic to form a functional barrier.

Possessing powerful defensive and offensive capabilities.

To pass through a barrier, there are usually only three ways.

Find the flaw in the barrier and break the barrier.

Use powerful force to directly destroy the barrier.

Or, meet the requirements to enter the barrier in order to pass through the barrier.

Rhode just felt it slightly and knew that his strength couldn't forcibly break this thing.

So, the first two options could basically be abandoned.

Normally speaking, the only way to enter a barrier is to meet the requirements to pass through the barrier.

However, he still had another method.

Rhode slowly extended his hand.

As a deep light lit up.

Sacrifice!

Since the conventional methods didn't work, then he could only use some cheating methods.

His sacrifice ability could theoretically sacrifice everything.

Provided that the other party couldn't resist.

Could the barrier resist?

Obviously not.

Therefore, even the most powerful barrier was just a decoration in front of him.

Of course, if he wanted to sacrifice the barrier, there was also a prerequisite.

That was that he must be able to touch the entity of the barrier.

If it was a special barrier without an entity, then he would have no way.

The indestructible barrier disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant.

And as feedback, all the principles and effects of this barrier also emerged in Rhode's mind.

In a short moment, the barrier level was directly raised to an extremely high level.

It could be regarded as an unexpected surprise.

"Under the age of thirty, mental power reaching advanced mage, proficient in necromancy..."

The person who built this barrier was really a ruthless person.

Coming up with so many conditions.

It was estimated that even the entire Fairytale World couldn't find a few people who met the requirements.

Advanced mages under the age of thirty could be said to be one in a hundred.

As for those proficient in necromancy, there were even fewer.

Necromancy was a branch of black magic, but very few mages cultivated this system.

Because necromancy required frequent contact with corpses and the like.

This kind of mage who blasphemed souls and life had always been the mortal enemy of the church.

Once discovered, they would be relentlessly hunted down by the church knights.

These things were all recorded in the witch's magic book.

After hundreds of years of hunting by the church, the number of necromancers existing in this world was very few.

"This sword looks pretty cool."

Rhode looked at the greatsword stuck on the altar and pulled it out directly.

Just at the moment when the greatsword was pulled out, a piece of information sealed in the greatsword instantly poured into his mind.

"Black Magic Book Volume 1, Lament of the Dead..."

Muttering softly, his eyes turned to the greatsword in his hand.

The person who forged this sword was called Augustus, the ancestor of black mages.

One of the strongest black mages in history.

Lament of the Dead was the name of this greatsword.

According to the information in his mind, this sword was a magical treasure containing powerful power.

It could not only fuse various weapons and freely transform into various forms of weapons.

It could also directly cause substantial damage to illusory creatures such as souls and evil spirits.

Moreover, since this sword was forged from the power of countless dead souls.

Therefore, the sword was attached with the power of frost that could corrode souls, and enemies cut by the sword would fall into silence in the erosion of the power of frost.

After death, the soul would also be devoured and enslaved by this sword.

Becoming the undead in the sword, fighting for the sword holder.

It could be said that this was a magical treasure that could grow infinitely.

As long as it continued to kill and devour souls, its power would continue to grow.

Chapter 47: Magic Bronze Basin!

"Can fuse weapons to obtain more forms."

This was a bit interesting.

Rhode took out his "Execution" revolver from his personal space.

Putting the two pieces of equipment together.

The moment the ice-blue greatsword touched Execution, it was like a mass of molten iron, pouring into Execution frantically.

After a while, the greatsword in Rhode's hand had disappeared.

Replaced by a series of ghostly blue patterns on the revolver in his hand.

Rhode gently dialed the revolver in his hand.

Bang!

A bullet emitting a frosty aura flew out.

The bullet landed on the wall, instantly condensing a deadly piece of frost.

"Is this considered enchanting this gun?"

Rhode muttered softly.

While retaining the original power, it also added the special power of Lament of the Dead to the power of the gun.

The lethality to the soul skyrocketed.

Rhode separated the gun and Lament of the Dead from each other.

Although in the fused state, it could increase the power of Execution, the combat methods became less.

After all, Lament of the Dead could only maintain one combat form at the same time.

Moreover, many characteristics of this magical equipment, such as the ability to devour souls and enslave the undead, could only be activated when killing the opponent at close range.

Therefore, this magical treasure was more suitable as a cold weapon.

If it was attached to a gun, it could only be considered icing on the cake.

It couldn't exert even a tenth of its power.

"It's possible to fuse a few more cold weapons."

Rhode rubbed his chin. A weapon that could be freely transformed into various forms could cope with various complex combat environments at critical times.

It had a lot of potential for development.

Putting away the greatsword, Rhode began to ponder another thing.

[Black Magic Book]

In an extremely ancient era, humans, gods, and various powerful magical creatures coexisted.

Originally everything was peaceful, the gods blessed humans, and the various races lived in peace.

Until one day, the gods disappeared one after another.