Just when Mycenier's palms were pushed by external forces and were about to hit his head, he suddenly opened his eyes, with a biting cold light flashing in his eyes, and he shouted coldly:

"Want to kill me? No matter who you are! Even my biological mother... you will never allow it!

"

Phew~

In an instant, a fierce murderous aura burst out from his body.

This murderous aura was so intense that even as it roared, ferocious barbs were trembling all over its body.

"die!

"

Mycenir suddenly raised his arms with a ferocious sound, fiercely grabbed the beautiful head and the charred head on both sides of his shoulders, and then yanked forward.

With a snap! The two thin and damaged bodies connected behind the two heads were smashed to the ground.

boom!

The hard floor tiles crumbled.

The momentum of its movements was so strong that it even caused the air in the warehouse to suddenly rotate and form white mist-like vortexes of strong wind.

Immediately afterwards, he ignored the cries and pleas of the two 'mothers', with a cold face, pressed their heads and faces with both hands, and brazenly activated the highly toxic Hydra magic power in his body, roaring

Filial piety erupts.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk!

In an instant, the horrifying sound of violent corrosion resounded throughout the entire museum.

"Ahhh! Neil, don't! Don't kill mom!"

Accompanied by extremely shrill screams, within a few seconds, most of the heads of the two 'mothers' were forcibly corroded by Mycenir's magic power.

After the pain reached the extreme, their hands even started scratching on the ground frantically, and they scratched out more than a dozen shocking ravines on the cold and hard floor tiles.

Tsk tsk tsk!

After a long time, after even the ground was corroded and two large pits were formed, Myceniel staggered to his feet.

Panting, he looked blankly at the withered bones that had been corroded to the point in the pits on the ground. He raised his hands in front of his face in confusion, his eyes muddy as he looked at the mottled blood on his palms, and murmured: "I...

What did I do? I killed... my mother!"

Myceniel suddenly thought of what an old wizard once said to him when he entered the "Invisible Hand" as a wizard's apprentice in his youth:

"If you want to become a wizard, you must have the awareness to no longer be a human being."

Then, his eyes became clear again, and he murmured in a low voice: "Whether it's true or false, even if it happens again, I will..."

call--

Suddenly, a dry wind blew by.

In an instant, the old warehouse where Messinier was originally located, as well as the elegant and exquisite but slightly tight studio corridor outside the warehouse, and even the entire Ivory Art Museum disappeared.

Instead, there was a huge palace unknown to Changmo Lake around it.

"What kind of place is this? Space teleportation? Or is it an illusion that confuses the mind?"

He suddenly put down his hands and looked around with cold eyes.

While looking around hastily, Mycenier suddenly discovered it.

This overly huge palace was filled with a vague and extremely strong sense of decay.

It's not an olfactory smell.

Rather, it is an atmosphere and image that seems to have gone through countless thousands of years, after things have declined to the extreme.

In this atmosphere of decay, masses of dark, dense fog that resembles reality are constantly overflowing and flying in all directions.

These thick fogs seemed to have the ability to completely obscure mental perception, suddenly turning Myceniel into a 'blind person'.

Helpless, he could only observe around with his naked eyes with a stern expression, while the magic power surged throughout his body.

Myceniel had an ominous premonition.

Stimulated by this premonition, various speculations continued to appear in his mind:

"Could this be the tomb of a certain Yaoyang-level being from another world? Before his death, he exiled himself to the endless void outside the world? Finally, he fell into the secret realm?"

Out of caution, Mycenir did not attack the surroundings at once.

Instead, he is always preparing, brewing, and moving forward slowly.

Just wait until you capture the real enemy, and then give the opponent a fatal blow with all your strength.

Although he was on alert, his feet were not slow.

In just half a minute, he traveled more than ten kilometers at a speed close to the speed of sound.

But the paradox is that even after walking such a long straight distance, he still failed to touch any wall of this palace.

However, after walking to this area, Mycenier also made a new discovery.

Through the layers of dense gray fog, he could faintly see a dark wooden coffin, only two meters long, quietly placed on the pitted ground more than a thousand meters away.

That wooden coffin seemed to have experienced an extremely long period of time.

From a distance, it looks like it is in a state of decay and is almost falling apart.

But at this moment, an extremely decayed voice suddenly came from the coffin that was about to fall apart:

"Congratulations to you, Myceniel, for passing the test."

"who?!"

Mycenir immediately shouted loudly, and the magic power surged all over his body. Suddenly, a nine-headed evil dragon silhouette hundreds of meters high appeared. The strong wind roared, and the dense poisonous mist roared towards him more than a thousand meters away. black ancient coffin.

But as soon as the majestic evil dragon's shadow passed halfway across the distance, without even touching the outer area of ​​the coffin, it flickered and disappeared inexplicably.

And Myceniel's body miraculously crossed a distance of more than a thousand meters out of thin air and was forcibly 'brought' to the ancient coffin.

After arriving at such a close distance, he discovered that on top of the almost falling apart black coffin, there was actually a rough puppet figure, only half a meter tall, with terrifying cracks all over his body, leaning against it.

Mycenir sensed a strong breath of life from the puppet in front of him.

"Puppet...are you talking?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice, "I guess what happened in the museum warehouse just now... was all your fault, right?"

Buzz——

The puppet's dark and sunken eyes suddenly lit up.

It was sitting on the black coffin. Kakaka raised his head, looked at the vigilant Mycenir, and said indifferently:

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"Also, treat the elderly with respect."

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger and pointed flatly.

boom!

Mycenir's expression changed, and he suddenly felt that his body was 'frozen' on the spot by a gloomy force from the inside to the outside.

Especially the Hydra magic power that had gradually changed his own bloodline, he seemed to be dead at this moment, without any reaction at all.

"Mycenae, I have been observing you for a long time."

There was no expression on the puppet's stiff face, but there was laughter, "Actually, even if it was really your mother just now, you would never show mercy for the sake of your own life, right?"

"Some heart-breaking words have no meaning to me."

Mycenir looked at the other party with a solemn gaze, "Who are you? What are you going to do?"

The puppet did not answer his question, but sighed sadly: "As long as it exists, it cannot exist forever. In other words, this world simply does not allow eternal things to exist."

After saying these incoherent words, the puppet looked at Mycenir again and said indifferently:

"As you can see, I have been dead for a long time, and even this spiritual puppet...can't last much longer.

So what you just did was just a test to see if you have enough mind and are qualified to accept my inheritance.

Now it seems that your mind is no longer human and you are qualified enough to pass on my knowledge."

"Heh." Mycenier smiled sarcastically, "With all due respect, the logical chain of this whole incident is very weak. You said you have been observing me for a long time? I will not comment on this point, so I will put it aside for now.

But how can you guarantee that I will happen to enter this secret place? How can you be sure that I will happen to enter this art museum?

If someone else entered here, would you use a new set of rhetoric?"

It can be seen from both words that he obviously has deep doubts about the puppet's words.

I wonder if the inheritance mentioned by the other party is disguised manipulation or even body snatching.

"When the result is determined, the process and reasons are no longer important, or in other words, the reasons and process must make way for the result."

The puppet said slowly and calmly in an old voice, "No matter how many lines are laid out, no matter how scattered, they will always be stabilized and converged at a certain node, order will be reorganized in the chaos, and the threads will travel thousands of miles over the years, so that at a certain moment
To be continued...