The Witch and the Doll Swear

The endless army of zombies finally ceased. After the witch waved a thunderbolt like snakes for the last time, and the only remaining wolf-headed soldiers shattered into black dust amidst the deafening bang, they came out from the entrance of the sacrificial hall again. Nor were soldiers swarming in with enchanted weapons.

A slanted wall was blocked in front of them. By constantly destroying the site and stripping the debris of the rock from the influence of the magic circle carved into each stone, Liliana finally gained enough power to build a high wall. The earth element allows solid walls to slope towards the atrium to seal off the entrance.

In this way, those seemingly endless wolf-headed soldiers had to climb for a long time to enter the sacrificial hall, and the sea of ​​zombies that could not be wiped out was finally contained.

Leaning against the bottom end of the flower bud of the stone pillar, the witch breathed a sigh of relief, and took out a spirit-soothing potion from the space storage ring.

She has already drank almost 7 magic power potions. The large consumption and recovery of magic power will be a burden on the spirit. Even the immortal witch, after tens of minutes of annihilation battle, her mind is still throbbing slightly. It's like being scratched at the brain by a ball of steel wire.

The blazing and holy color had already occupied her pupils, almost emitting light. She adjusted her breathing and used the medicine to alleviate the exhaustion of her spirit.

"……call."

Now is not the time to relax, the battle is not over.

However, when she stopped the sea of ​​zombies that could drown them, on the other side of the battlefield, the balance of victory had already tilted heavily towards their side.

"Akhenaten——!!!"

Amid the young man's roar, the blades of the two swords clashed with the sickle sword. When Liliana looked towards the direction of the throne, the young pharaoh was using the dagger in his left hand to block the mummy's right hand. The longer dagger The sword thrust out like lightning in his right hand. The scarred gauntlet and the mummy's left hand were pierced through, and Tutankhamun hit his body on it, and his young muscles swelled due to the surge of blood, turning him into a car of human flesh. In the chariot, Akhenaten, whose center of gravity was unstable, was forced to retreat step by step, unable to grasp the ground with his messy footsteps, and unable to activate his fastest and most dangerous "television technique".

The only counterattack was the sickle-shaped sword that slashed down vigorously at a speed that violated the biological structure after being blocked, but the black blade, which was the same as Tutankhamun's double sword, cut down on the body of his roaring son , collided with a large icy shield in the air.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

Sparks flew, and the piercing sound of metal collisions was like the howling of another ferocious beast, but the one-meter-square large shield remained unmoved. Alice's hands supported this piece of thick metal that was almost as big as hers, with the same style Heavy armor wrapped her petite body, and only the long ears exposed between the hairs added a gentle beauty to this rough strength confrontation.

Akhenaten's sword could no longer be suppressed. Facing the joint blow of Tutankhamun and Alice, the pharaoh who claimed to be a god could only retreat, retreat, and keep retreating. The throne he had sat on before, his back hit the eagle's wing, and the blade from the Avenger pierced deep into his chest.

The towering crown has long since fallen off, as if an ancient tragedy is about to end. The king crucified on the throne will usher in his end, and the kingslayer is his heir. The young man raised the sharp blade in the other hand, and Alice swung the giant shield. Their goal was the head wrapped in cloth strips. The sword and shield finally made a heavy blow on the semicircle surrounded by eagle wings. The power of the shock made their hands numb, but the tyrant whose chest was pierced could no longer be seen on the throne.

It turned into a gust of wind, a gust of wind as sharp as a blade, passing the stone pillar on one side with icy killing intent, and a huge cut appeared on the invisible shield.

The icy-cold blade cut through, only a few centimeters away from Liliana's skin, but was stopped by five or six floating small shields, making a tooth-piercing scream. But the witch just watched calmly, watching him appear from the field of super speed, the long lines of lightning extended from his hands, feet, his weapon and his body riddled with holes to his feet, Like a monster entangled in a trap of vines.

A scar almost cut his chest in half, and that was the price he paid for using "television" to escape from the pursuit of Alice and Tutankhamun immediately after standing still, and now he is cracked Surrounded by blue lightning, as long as Liliana raises her hand, she can turn him from a mummy into a charred corpse.

After Tingna and Ai made a lot of noise in the atrium of the temple, the number of wolf-headed soldiers dropped a lot. In addition, Alice did not need to be distracted to protect other people. Tree Guardian" dress was added to the battle between Tutankhamun and Akhenaten.

Since then, Akhenaten has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.

And now that Liliana finally freed her hand, the "Utomus Specter Razor" aimed at his high-speed movement ability immediately established the victory of this battle.

"...I suggest that you don't try to use the telekinesis to escape. The great magic of this sky system is not only the chain of the inner temple, but also a tangible razor. The faster you move, the smoother the cut section will be."

The cold tone came from Liliana’s mouth, helping the bound pharaoh to recognize the current situation. The armor bound by the electric light chains on his hands and feet glowed red under the scorching heat, although his shriveled body could no longer feel the blazing heat or It is cold, but if it is cut into dozens of pieces, then even the undead can no longer move.

What's more, Akhenaten—whether this mummy is an undead, it's hard to say...

"Unprecedented magic, I have attacked you so many times before I have not used it, so patient, young magician."

"...After all, you were too cautious in every attack before."

It takes about a second for this magic to capture the enemy, so in the process of annihilating the wolf-headed soldiers, even though Akhenaten attacked him repeatedly in a flash, Liliana still did not use this magic. come out.

Until the damage continued to accumulate on his body, until his "instantaneous" speed slowly decreased.

This is all thanks to the young man who wields double swords and calls himself Tutankhamun.

In the early days of the battle, he chased Akhenaten's withered figure almost in vain.

The young pharaoh who died before he was twenty years old had a considerable gap in combat experience compared to Akhenaten, who had ruled Sinai for more than sixty years. When going to rescue him, he can only parry passively.

But soon, he found the rhythm of Akhenaten's movement, and successfully entangled him in the gap between instants and instants. With a selfless will, he swung the double swords of jackal and lily leaving scars.

Liliana did see something from this strong and capable man, something that allowed him to obtain his own treasure before the age of twenty, surpassing decades of combat experience and "instantaneity" in a battle of tens of minutes movement" traits.

Without the constant stream of zombie soldiers, perhaps he alone would be able to defeat his father, although the process would be more tortuous and the battle would be more difficult.

...However, it's hard to say.

The witch who held Alice in her arms looked at Tutankhamun, who had been hacked dozens of times by Akhenaten but had no scars, with a delicate expression, and looked at the man who was already in the battle. Akhenaten was tattered, but he still looked like he didn't care.

The state of the former should be a ghost whose physical attack is difficult to be effective. Although the latter cannot be sure whether it is an undead, as long as the body of the mummy is not dismantled or the joints are not damaged, the scars that will undoubtedly kill the living are not important. . It wasn't the scars that made Akhenaten's "television" slower, but the armor that became tattered during the battle...

The young man with two swords tightly came to the side of the meditating witch. He didn't let down his vigilance, his dark brown eyes moved slightly, and he thanked Liliana and Alice who floated to her side from the corner of his eye.

The young man's face was a little tired, but he still held his treasure, raised his left hand, and pointed at the mummy that could no longer "momentarily move" from a distance of several meters.

"Now, it's time for Anubis to weigh your heart, Akhenaten. Although... this is many, many years late."

"Yeah, many years, even if you kill me now, what do you get? My stupid son, you are still so young, you became an undead, bewitched by that false sun god, and come to kill me completely Your own father?"

sneer.

The sound from the pierced and slit throat was like wind passing through a narrow rock crack, cold and emotionless.

The man known as the "Pagan Pharaoh" just looked at Tutankhamun sarcastically, as if he didn't care about his defeat.

"At least the people who were buried under the Rock of Amarna, the priests who were drowned in Nerocle, can rest in peace, and the people of Sinai will no longer have to worry about a tyrant rising to the sky to torture them with whips and gallows. I will also end my revenge, and under the light of Amon, justice will be served."

Caressing his firm chest, every word the young man said was filled with the joy of revenge and relief.

There are almost no historical records about the relationship between this father and son. Liliana maintained her magic quietly, not intervening in Tutankhamun's unforgettable hatred and Akhenaten as if talking to a fool.

"Those fools who would only buy more wine even if there were more drachmas? Those priests who embezzled enough gold to fill their cellars? And you who cruelly oppressed my followers and forced them to die?"

"The people you call fools are the cornerstones of this kingdom, and the greedy priests you planted heal the people's wounds, and I will sweep away your humble ambition and arrogance from this land!"

"Yes, you restored the gods I overthrew to the throne, and dedicate the land I once liberated to those incompetent and greedy gods!"

"You overthrew them to replace them as the new gods, and they are a hundred times more brutal than any one, but your ambitions have come to an end! Akhenaten!!"

The twin swords with lily and jackal patterns rise up to create a chilling air, and the wind blowing in the entire secret realm has stopped, but in the hands of Tutankhamun, a new storm is brewing.

"I will extinguish the embers of the thousand-handed sun wheel with my own hands. This is what I can do as your son, and it is the greatest atonement for Sinai."

"Laplace" spread out in front of the witch, but Liliana didn't intend to make a move.

Everything will come to an end, and it is Tutankhamun's responsibility to solve Akhenaten. Although she is not interested in the drama of patricide, she still does not want to miss the next moment due to the occupational disease of a scholar.

The father and son now exist in a state similar to undead. Akhenaten's sickle-shaped sword is enchanted with light and high heat. Although the damage map is limited each time, there is still some, but Tankhamun wants to destroy himself His father can only rely on the attack with magical power when he releases his Noble Phantasm's real name.

It would be a precious first-hand account, a fragment of a lost history.

"Redemption, huh... ever since you were confused by those magic sticks, you have made a big mistake, Tutankton, and..."

For the first time, Akhenaten called out the name of the young pharaoh in a tone of hatred for iron and steel.

The high temperature ignited the old cloth strips on his body, molten metal dripped on the rocks, the ancient and broken armor had been melted by the chains of lightning, scorched black smoke rose from everywhere on the mummy, he Lifting his head slowly, very slowly, very slowly, the jaw wrapped in the linen strip moved up and down, as if it was not his movements that were slow, but time.

"———"

It's not that you can see with your eyes, nor hear with your ears. The witch felt a certain "change" intuition. The sense of crisis prompted her to raise her hand, and the blue arc twisted into a razor like a group of snakes.

At the same moment, a storm of double swords rolled up in the sacrificial hall. Tutankhamun called out the "true name" of his treasure in the ancient Sinai language. Every metal blade light was a golden jackal, and the blade flew The violent roar was a howl that shredded the atmosphere. The pharaoh who once ruled the entire land of Sinai led the pack of wolves, and turned into an invincible metal storm and rushed towards Akhenaten, who seemed to be a different person in an instant.

Two awkward words were spit out by Akhenaten. During this slow time that seemed to be elongated, one word, one pause, in this short speech, the change that was more obvious than the invisible temperament had already It happened first.

The electric arcs that were sharp enough to cut steel cracked section by section, and the faint blue light spots drifted away and went out. The bite of the golden wolves was stopped, and the sword marks appeared one after another in the air, leaving large snowflake-like cracks, and the sound of breaking continued, but every time there was a crack, Tutankhamun, surrounded by the sword flash, could barely Advance negligible distance.

It seemed to be knocking on an invisible wall in vain.

"..."Barrier Penetration Springfield Killing Giant". "

"snort!"

The instantaneous magic was also blocked, and the barrier penetration technique attached to it did not have the desired effect. Whether it was Tutankhamun's treasure that liberated his real name, or the condensing of atmospheric elements, it had tyrannical and destructive power. All the spear-shaped magics are two meters away from the standing Akhenaten, unable to move forward, as if there is really an inviolable realm of gods, refusing all disobedient things to approach.

Stalemate, and then this stalemate was quickly broken.

Thunder's spear shattered, and Tutankhamun was bounced away as if he had been hit hard, and all of this was just Akhenaten's cold snort and a snap of his fingers.

That's all, the offensive of Tutankhamun and Liliana was completely resolved.

And the intangible is not only defense, but also counterattack.

The two swords pierced deeply into the ground. Tutankhamun stopped his body after leaving two sword marks over ten meters long. Liliana used the sixth "blinking technique" today, and she appeared beside the young man. Staring at the stone pillar that was caught up in Akhenaten's attack and shattered in an instant.

The quaint colonnade lost three supports in an instant. Boulders fell, but even though Akhenaten was almost directly under the colonnade, these heavy rocks did not hurt him, and the dust curtain raised by the collapse did not seep even an iota, and a blank area was cleared from the pervasive dust. Strangely split out.

Akhenaten stood in the center, threw away the weapon in his hand, and looked at Liliana with a strange gaze.

It is still a common language with spoken language, but his voice, intonation, has changed in many subtle places.

"Your strange magic has caused me a lot of trouble, young magician, I'm curious, is that the magic system newly researched by the empire?"

"……who are you?"

"This is... magic...impossible, it is impossible for a warrior of God to learn and use magic!!"

Tutankhamun raised his head angrily, and he questioned the sneering figure, and the anger climbed up his face more violently than ever before.

"Who are you! Who occupied my father's tomb and sacred mummy!!"

"Oh, why not? My stupid son, times have changed, and the gods who won't allow me to do this are not here, why can't I spend such a long time learning magic, making me stronger, so powerful that... ...can easily crush an assassin like you?"

Akhenaten sneered back.

"Miss Liliana!"

But in the indifferent questioning and the dialogue between the two pharaohs, a third party's words were suddenly inserted. It was the voice that should have left the field, but now she was here again, back where they had fled.

"...Miss Tina?!"

Liliana couldn't look away, and she and Alice were on guard against Akhenaten who suddenly said the word "magic system". A long staff with the head of an eagle entwined by ouroboros emerged from the air and appeared in his hand.

The new magic was singing silently, and the new tactics were flowing rapidly in the witch's mind, but at this moment she heard the voice of the girl from the small coastal town amplified by the magic of loudspeaker, coming from the top of the tower wall with urgent thoughts. Anxiety about what to convey screamed loudly while the withered mummy slammed his cane to the ground!

"That man is not Akhenaten, he is, he is—"

Ting Na, who was shouting desperately, froze suddenly, and so did Ai, who was maintaining her voice amplification skills beside her.

The loud sound of the torrent ascending to the sky echoed in the ears, and the lake covered the sky and wrapped the sun. They were stunned for more than ten seconds, and the water flow engulfing the black crocodile figurines had already intertwined into a dome enveloping the temple.

After learning something important, they came back here desperately, and they all lost their words in front of this scene.

"...The Emperor of Magic..."

Only whispered words flowed from the girl's mouth following the inertia of thinking.

The dome collapsed.

The last scene reflected in Tingna's pupils was a small shield and countless flying and cut off pieces.

Platinum hair.

……………………………………………………………………………………

Tina seemed to be in the sky.

The vast desert is boundless, surrounded by a blue lake, the lake holds up white stones, the spacious roads are straight, people walk on the edge of grass and shrubs, greet people they know, talk about the fresh fish caught from the lake, and praise micro big gods.

Children weave wreaths in the garden and put them on each other's heads, holding the largest and most beautiful one and holding it high, paying tribute to the great gods, people lying on the roof, in the courtyard, embracing the sun, several men Unload the catch at the pier and sing praises of the blessings of the great gods.

In the bird's-eye view, almost no one is working in the cities on both sides of the bridge, only the guards at the end of the long bridge are guarding and patrolling, looking solemn.

In this quiet and peaceful morning, everyone in the city was filled with happy smiles, as if there was no sadness or pain. Three golden suns hang above the city, swaying soft light, appearing so illusory.

But gradually, this sense of illusion became weaker, and the ancient and mysterious patterns and scratches on the sphere surrounded by sunlight also gained a sense of three-dimensionality and rich layers.

Such a change did not attract people's attention, and even the children who looked up at the sun did not have any special reaction.

Until, in the light curtain woven together by the sun and the dawn, a long thin wrist of light emerged.

It was blurry at first, like the phantom left behind after staring at the light for too long, but these wrists soon became real, shining, protruding from the golden sphere one by one, all over the sky, It's like the divine raindrops descended by benevolent gods in mythological picture books.

So people's attention was attracted, and they showed ecstatic expressions. No matter what men, women, old people, or children were doing, no matter what posture they were in just a moment ago, they all knelt down in unison, with their hands raised high. Hold it open.

When those wrists touched their foreheads, I even shed tears of gratitude. I didn't realize that the wrists were not just touching their foreheads, but inserted into their heads, making everyone lose their color and become one by one. A phantom torch in human form.

A few minutes later, the light wrists withdrew from everyone's heads, and returned to the ball holding the talismans of life one by one.

Those "suns" slowly became illusory again, and people regained their consciousness. They gathered in the nearby square and held rituals to worship the gods. Even the guards of the temple left the place of guarding and patrolling. During this time, , the light in the deepest part of the temple became brighter.

At the end of the ceremony, the golden orb was completely enveloped by the hazy sunlight.

People spread out and walked on the edge of the grass and bushes, greeted the acquaintances, talked about the fresh fish caught from the lake, and praised the tiny gods. The largest and most beautiful one is held high to pay tribute to the great gods. People lie on the roof and in the courtyard, embracing the sun. Several men board the boat and tie the papyrus after it is full of fish. The small boat rowed to the pier, moved a net of fresh catch, and sang the gift of the great god.

Coldness spread in the girl's mind.

Those praises, those tributes, those eulogies, those pious words that people in the city would mention once or twice gathered in her ears, and merged into a fanatical cry, the name of a god.

Aton.

The perspective in front of him suddenly began to fall downwards.

There is no rationality or thinking in these voices, only infinite piety and fanaticism. The sound and light are so warm, but also so cold, like a big cold hand grabbing her and pulling her into the darkness, into the abyss. The moment she came into contact with the water surface, Ting Na stood up abruptly.

The cold wet her body, as cold as a lake, but she obviously fell from the sky, when she opened her eyes, she propped her body up from a blanket on the solid floor, and was stunned by the dry and warm air .

The room smelled of fine wine, and the bright light shone on the statue of Amon Ra. Liliana was sitting not far away, the black-haired girl was lying on her lap, and the young pharaoh was farther away, kneeling Thinking about something on the ground, with a grim expression.

Here is that cellar.

And everything just now...was just a dream?

Tina turned her head and saw Alice sitting on the ground with her knees together, looking up at herself.

The doll is still dressed in the same Cleopatra Sinai dress, but it looks like she hasn't put on careful makeup. Perhaps because of this, her arrogance is much weaker, with a kind of concerned look that I haven't seen for a long time Asked Tina.

"...Miss Tina, are you awake?"

"Um, um... what happened, I remember, I still have Ai... ah!"

It was only at this time that Tingna saw Liliana's hair. Two-thirds of the long and beautiful gradient-colored hair was broken at the shoulders, and the skirt in front of the long skirt was also cut off, revealing The witch's clean and white legs. This also reminded the girl of what she saw before she fell into a coma.

The blue dome that covered the sky and the sun almost suddenly collapsed, and the lake water fell like a mountain. Liliana's black pupils appeared in front of her, and Alice with a different appearance appeared in front of her, and then... …

It was the shock that knocked her out.

"Miss Liliana, Miss Alice, are you all right, and Ai..."

"...Don't worry, Miss Tingna, we are all fine, Ai has woken up, but in order for her to have a good rest, I let her lie down."

"Miss Ai used the technique of "Instant Spell" and almost used up all the spell slots, which allowed you to survive until Lily and Alice came to the rescue. Unlike Miss Tingna, she passed out because of the consumption of mana. of. "

Alice added.

This sentence made Ting Na startled. She looked at the girl who was sleeping on the witch's slender thigh with a complicated expression, and wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything for a while.

"... You don't need to tell her this kind of thing..."

Ai opened her eyes and protested in embarrassment, but when she caught Tina's gaze, she immediately closed her mouth again and narrowed her eyes again.

It's like trying to cover up the deep tiredness in the pupils.

"...In short, we didn't suffer any injuries. We were very lucky. In order not to destroy the city, the density and power of the hidden undercurrents and water blades in the water flow were not too high. The crushed torrent vortex, but he managed to pass through it with the blink technique, and he didn't pursue it."

Stretching out her hand to caress Ai's little head, Liliana's words reassured Tina.

"... I heard Miss Tingna's warning, so I took you and ran away without thinking about anything. Then, when Miss Tingna and Ai were in a coma, some situations were also explained by Amon Lashen gone."

After finishing speaking, she turned to the young man sitting a little far away, and nodded to him.

"...Maybe it's not suitable for this occasion, but can we get to know each other? For us, you are already a character in the history of the last era."

"The last era...?"

Hearing this time, the young man smiled wryly.

"This is really a long time that I can't imagine. I am the upper and lower Sinai, the king of Nile Klei and the Two Continents, the golden jackal, and the pharaoh of the sand sea—but for those who are not from the Sinai after thousands of years For you, these titles of premature death are meaningless, just call me Tutankhamun. I also said when I was fighting with my father that I was assassinated in order to completely eliminate him who was trying to become a god. Then let God Amon draw out my soul, and prepare to assassinate him who is hiding in the secret realm."

Having said that, a self-deprecating expression appeared on his face.

"I was transformed by God Amon with the fiercest fighting spirit and the deepest hatred, and sharpened my revenge minions, but I didn't expect that things would change not long after my death, and it was already the next era when I woke up again , the object of swearing revenge has become a magic emperor..."

In the sense of the pharaoh who died young, time has only passed a brief moment.

His memory is still stuck in the moment when he remembered the details of the plan and was drawn out of his soul under the great power of God.

But shortly after his funeral, a big man ushered in this secret realm, and a series of changes happened.

The spy who lurked in the secret service team was secretly obliterated like many people after the news that the identity of the big man was a magic emperor came out.

Secrets are best kept only by the dead, where neither body nor soul can be found. This proverb has been popular since the First Era.

Since then, the Temple of Amon has lost the eyes in the secret realm, but this is enough important information. That is the strongest magician in the mainland, standing at the top of the magic pyramid.

If Liliana, Tinna, and Ai were not obviously from Sinai, and if it hadn't been for the mummy who was identified as Akhenaten summoning a staff out of thin air, Tutankhamun would only have made this matter known. Treat it as nonsense.

But that terrible magic that seemed to overturn the lake shattered all his doubts.

"...In every sense, this series of developments is really ridiculous, almost like a novel."

"Fiction needs logic, but reality doesn't."

Alice accidentally picked up the gem condensed by Tutankhamun's soul, and when they came here again, neither Liliana nor Alice expected that they would be involved in such a thing.

Amon Ra also did not expect that the plan that had been shelved would be restarted because of this series of coincidences. He did not expect that the magic emperor who the gods of Sinai thought had died of old age in the secret realm, but had arranged many dangerous protections, would actually still exist in some form. with.

Tutankhamun sighed for a long time, and said with self-mockery:

"But at least there is no difference in what we have to do now. We have to eliminate that guy, whether he is Akhenaten...or some unknown magic emperor."

"... Seriously, it's an unbelievable thing."

"It's actually a... magic emperor..."

After listening to what Tingna and Ai had heard, even the witch's face showed obvious shock.

In the empire that ruled the mainland for an era, there were less than a hundred people who obtained the supreme title.

Their legends are spread in countless stories and songs. They are powerful and wise. Wherever the scepter points, from the sea in the far east to the desert in the far west, dragons and goblins also pay their respects.

But this is history.

Whether it is a glorious empire, or a magical emperor who compares himself to the gods, they should have been blurred in the history books, and become inexhaustible materials for fairy tales, operas and novels, instead of appearing in an ancient secret place In the novel, possessed by a mummy, under the belief of a group of undead who don't know that they are undead, with every move, the water of magic washes everything.

There is no chanting, no magic circle, and no magic light. There is no doubt that this is the characteristic of ancient magic. On this basis, Amon Ra's words are also very credible, so after Liliana and Alice were shocked, Silently accepted that Akhenaten.

In fact, if he hadn't worried about the destruction of the temple and the city, they would have been crushed by hundreds of tons of water jets, except for the immortal Liliana and Tutankhamun who currently exists in a certain state of soul, No one can get away with it.

"...That is definitely a huge magic, whether it is power or scope. He can instantly cast that kind of huge magic without the real name of Liberation Noble Phantasm. The Emperor of Magic..."

Liliana pursed her lips, her flickering eyes seemed to be assessing the odds of winning the battle, and finally, she came to a depressing conclusion.

"...I have no experience in fighting the mage of the ancient language magic system, and he should still have some cards. Fighting in a place where I can't change the terrain, the winning rate is slim."

Akhenaten—I don’t know which magic emperor he is, so I can only call him this—the combat power is very terrifying. Although Liliana, who can cast extremely powerful magic instantly, can do it, the question is who can do it faster? , There is no burden.

Although I don't know how much this "God of Aten" attaches importance to his followers, once it develops into a super-magical beyond-the-horizon confrontation, Liliana is not sure that she can protect Tina and Ai, even if Tutanka Meng can't help.

The option to send them out of the secret realm is now also rejected, and if they are attacked while crossing the lake, they will fall into complete passiveness.

In fact, such an attempt has already been made once. Although Akhenaten cared about the tower wall of the temple, he didn't care about the pier in front of the city gate. It was as if to "thank you" for Liliana's "Uthomus's Ghost Razor". The raging thunder blocked the lake. It is sure whether this is a defense mechanism of the secret realm or another great magic of ancient magic, but they are already trapped here, there is no need to question it.

"……how so……"

Tina's face was pale. For the first time, she saw the seriousness on Liliana's face, but when she noticed her gaze, the witch shook her head gently and said, "Don't worry."

But, can you really not worry?

"Maybe I can launch a feint to buy Ms. Liliana an opportunity to attack?"

"...It's best not to do that. Although I don't know what kind of method God Amon Ra used to make your soul behave like a living person here, and even liberate the real name of the treasure, but your essence remains the same It's an undead, and a single "Undead Returns to Death" can severely damage or even wipe you out directly. "

In magic, there are many magics that can cause great effects on specific enemies, and "undead return to death" is one of the more famous ones.

This great magic was developed from the magic of the Holy Church, and it is also very famous now. Although the principles of the ancient empire's weaving of this magic seem to be extremely backward, the power of magic is real.

Used by a magic emperor, even if he is not in the best state now, it should not be a problem to directly erase Tutankhamun.

"Does Ms. Liliana have similar magic?"

Tutankhamun asked persistently.

"..."Undead returns to death" of course I will, but Akhenaten's state is very strange. He moves with the body of a mummy, but he is not like an undead at all. The breath of death is very faint, and he cannot see the fire of the soul. While this may have something to do with the specificity of the Rift, the soul fire in your eyes is evident even after you've used the Noble Phantasm once. "

The hand that comforted Ai stopped, and the known clues were arranged in her mind, connected, led to inferences and arguments.

But know too little, don't know too much.

Facing a magic emperor in such a situation is like a boat in a storm without a lighthouse to guide it. No matter how experienced and skilled a person is, they may capsize.

The news from the last spy who was killed is important, but what is more needed now is the structure of the magic circle in the secret realm, the distribution of research institutions in the secret realm, and the detailed information on the research plan in the secret realm...

"Perhaps the great Amon Ra can come here..."

"... Are there still not many gods put on the dissection table by the magic emperors of the ancient magic empire?"

"Alice's suggestion is that Amon Ra, you inform the high priest or the divine wife through a secret oracle, and then directly inform the city of a thousand towers, so that the Council of Sages can ask for help, but there is a big problem, they Without the slab, it might not be possible to get in at all."

Alice also made a proposal, but was immediately rejected by herself.

The little puppet muttered, "It's better to start from the secret realm itself." But after some discussion, she sighed again, scratched her hair, and muttered to herself.

"At least, if we can actually know the functions of some buildings—such as those of the golden suns, we can use them as a basis for analysis and research. No matter what, it's better than the current wild guessing."

Any reasoning and judgment must be based on a certain degree of "certainty", if there is little or no, then the reliability of these inferences will decline.

But they don't have much chance of trial and error.

After complaining, Alice frowned again, and discussed with Liliana whether there was a way to conceal intelligence gathering.

After listening to the little puppet's words, for some reason, the dream she had had appeared in Tingna's mind.

Why did I dream of this city in the secret realm?

Why is it so clear to see the situation of extending the wrist of light in the sun disc?

Is this just because I was too impressed with what happened before? Or, is there any other meaning?

"In some special circumstances and periods, dreams are not just dreams."

One question after another popped up, and finally concluded with a sentence, which seemed to be a sentence she read in some book when she was trying to supplement her knowledge of magic, but Tingna thought for a long time, but she still couldn't figure out what she was saying. Why did I suddenly recall this.

However, she is not unfamiliar with this long-lost feeling, which makes the girl seem to have seen that she was still a student, and suddenly inspired to write the only lyric poem that received a "good" evaluation on the night before the final review of the poetry exam This is the feeling of inspiration.

After hesitating for a few minutes, Tingna pursed her lips as she watched the witch and the puppet who had discussed several proposals but were rejected one by one.

"Well, I have something to say..."

Whether it is just a dream or not, let Liliana and Alice decide, she is already a burden to the letter, as long as she can do something, she wants to do something.

After Liliana, Alice, and Tutankhamun turned their faces, and even Ai opened his eyes to look this way, Tina recounted her dream.

This dream was very clear, so she explained it in detail. As Liliana listened, her eyes, which were deeper than before and could not see the brilliance, suddenly brightened. When she repeatedly confirmed some details in the dream—especially After the actions of the Sinai people in the city after those light wrists were retracted, "Laplace" appeared in front of her.

Baiyin's book was spread out, and the witch asked a question to the statue while flipping through her treasure.

"...Is this secret realm a completely independent half-plane or is it attached to another plane? If it is attached, what is that plane?"

The topic suddenly jumped from the current situation to the basic information of the secret realm. Tingna was a little at a loss. She couldn't help looking at Ai, but Miss Apprentice also had a confused expression, watching her mentor stay on one side of the page, constructing Splendid magic of aurora color.

——Is this very important?

Amon Ra asked calmly.

"...If you know it, tell it quickly. If you don't want to say it...I can get the answer in a few minutes."

For the highest god in Sinai belief, Liliana really has no awe.

Such an attitude made Tutankhamun frowned, but the pharaoh also understood that for magicians who were not from Sinai, the gods who had never walked out of this land since ancient times had no majesty at all.

The sunlight in the cellar fell into a brief stagnation, and after a brief silence, Amon Ra's voice sounded again.

——The Nether Realm, in the descriptions of the magic emperors, is also called the world of the dead and the unborn.

"..."

Liliana didn't answer, until a group of ghost-like mist gradually appeared above the magic circle, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and repeated the conclusion.

"...The Nether Realm, the realm of death and lifelessness."

...Ah, I know this entry.

Tina blinked.

I remember that one of the planes that is very close to the mainland is a relatively large space compared to the six elemental planes, the lower world, and the shadow world that are also close to the mainland. And the mysterious place—wait a minute.

But... this is... Youjie?

The witch had already looked at Alice, her eyes slightly out of focus, and her fair cheeks were flushed from intense thinking.

Soon, there was light in the deep starry sky, Liliana and Alice looked at each other, she raised her head, and said one after another inferences and conclusions from her mouth.

"...This is the Netherworld, so Tutankhamun and the strange state of the residents can be explained."

"...Miss Tina asked why it was a gap, and the icy darkness in the gap can also guess what it is."

"...This dream can also be confirmed. It is not a simple dream, but some kind of spiritual vision, some kind of revelation. If Miss Tingna has knowledge about the Netherworld, then the credibility is not low."

"...Combining the light wrists I saw before and the state of the residents, we can roughly infer the purpose of extending the light wrists from the golden sun wheel, and we can further infer the function of the golden sphere!"

"...and considering the struggle behind the two religious reforms..."

The witch spoke faster and faster, and Tina could only hear part of it clearly. In the end, the witch's expression regained her composure. She was no longer anxious, and lifted Alice, who also showed a relaxed expression, with a kind of almost certainty. The tone of voice declared like this.

"...I know how to deal with him."