"Wait a moment!"

After the battle, Brian grabbed Herist's slender jade hand and signaled her not to leave for the time being.

Herist looked slightly stunned, stopped, twisted his waist gracefully, and turned around.

Brian met her beautiful eyes with trembling eye feathers. His eyes were deep and smiled, but without too much explanation, he ran to the ending battlefield.

He carefully avoided the messy corpses and threw out a spell of mud into stone on a relatively spacious sandy land, turning the soft sand into a hard and flat rock land.

Then, he took out a hard dagger with magic runes engraved, activated the remote control ability of the Arcane Hand, and used his concentrated mental power to control the dagger, quickly and skillfully carved straight lines on the rock ground.

With more and more lines, the outline of the magic array gradually takes shape and becomes a complex large nine-point magic array.

After engraving the magic circle, Brian put away the dagger, took out a bag of coins, and cast a simple spell, and the bulging coins in the wallet turned into tin-white platinum powder.

He controlled the powder with his mind, and fell into the magic circle line bit by bit.

This powder is very magical. No matter what you encounter, it will be stuck together soon, like a tin-white silk thread embedded in the magic array.

This is a metal powder made of platinum coins that are more precious than gold coins. It is usually used by priests on some high ring-number purification techniques.

The small bag of platinum powder in Brian's hand consumed him 500 platinum coins, which is 5,000 gold coins.

After applying the magic circle, he took out another bottle of holy water and carefully poured it on the magic circle.

In an instant, drops of liquid emitting divine energy were absorbed by platinum powder like water droplets, firmly sticking to the lines, flashing through the entire magic array with bright milky white light.

Immediately afterwards, he placed all other materials in the right position, immediately reached his hand in the direction of the magic circle, spread his mental power, and activated the magic circle.

As the difficult and strange spell sounded, the milky white light suddenly expanded, instantly filling the entire magic circle, completely shining in the desert shrouded in the night.

Bright light passed through the decaying corpses in the desert, and wisps of imperceptible light gray aura surged out from the ground, instantly purified by the milky white light and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that his magic circle had already played its due role, Brian nodded slightly, took out a bottle of energy-recovering potion and drank it all in one go.

When this warm current surged through his limbs and veins, he finally felt that his spirit had returned to a stable and satisfied state.

Carving a magic circle is a very mentally consuming task, especially this large magic circle.

With his current strength, under normal circumstances, it takes at least three days of rest to restore his tired spirit to fullness, but after taking the high-quality energy potion made by the Muscle Man King, this sequelae is equivalent to nothing for him.

This is the horror of a well-prepared caster.

Of course, these are all piled up with money. A spell caster who has no money is as embarrassed as a good woman who has no rice.

"Is this a purification array?" Heliste walked in a daze and said in confusion, "Actually... you don't have to do this at all."

"Indeed." Brian's face was filled with a smile.

"But the Flame Skull is transformed by the resentment left in the body of the spellcasters during their lifetime. Even if we kill it, without sprinkling holy water on the body, or casting magic and curses on it, their remaining resentment will still gather again over time and transform into a new Flame Skull again."

"Since these skeletons and the Flame Skull are all together, I will simply purify them all to avoid being awakened by other dark forces in the future." He made the final addition, "It's just for peace of mind. After all, no matter what, I'm a half-Niseriel."

Herist nodded thoughtfully, looked at Brian's face for a long time, and a smile flashed in his soft and shallow eyes.

Just as the two were about to leave this area, three groups of ghosts suddenly condensed in the shadows, forming three spell casters dressed in the Naserel period costumes, floating in the air, blocking their way.

Brian signaled Herist not to act rashly, took the initiative to move forward two steps, and said to the three ghosts, "If I guess correctly, you are the three students of the great arcane Opus, Bron, Karin and Salisa."

He gave out the names of three arcane ghosts one by one.

The three ghosts who were about to introduce themselves immediately swallowed the words and showed a surprised expression.

"Your Excellency is right, we apologize for the offense just now." After a brief silence, one of the middle-aged ghosts with a sharp-horned hat spoke first:

"In the Year of the Broken Magic Net, we all died in the disaster of the fall of Azuma City. Everyone believed that the archangel of the Empire was subject to eternal punishment for violating the gods and destroying this land. Our demise was thought to be an end, but who would have thought that 300 years ago, an evil blue dragon lich broke into our city, disturbed our sleep, and used evil blasphemy magic to awaken us from our sleep, and stayed in the painful fragments of the Broken Magic Year forever."

"This is a sad story..."

Brian looked at them sympathetically and blessed with a sincere tone, "Now you are free, may the Naserel Empire be immortal, may your souls be rested, may the plane door of the Pure Land be open forever to every people of the Empire..."

"Thank you for your blessings and for your rest in peace for our souls."

The three arcane ghosts bowed deeply to Brian with gratitude, "May Arcane be with you, kind adventurer, you have been recognized by us and qualified to obtain the treasure house of stars. Go, our teacher is waiting for you in the sleeping sarcophagus."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! After the ghost of the three arcane masters finished speaking, their faces emitting a pathological light showed a relief expression.

They turned around unconsciously and looked at the ruins around them, staring at the sandy land that stretched out like rotten teeth in their once familiar homeland. The ruins of ancient streets poked their heads out from the sultry yellow sand, winding through the collapsed walls and the broken walls after the fallen buildings.

Unconsciously, their expressions became dull and helpless, and then they started crying in a whistling sad and violent wind.

It was not until their solid ghosts slowly faded and gradually disappeared into the air that Brian felt that the grief that lingered in the depths of his soul had finally disappeared.

At the same time, he noticed something more on his body, but after calling out the attribute bar and checking it carefully, there was no abnormality.

In this regard, he could only think that this was recognized by the ghosts of the three arcane artists.

In fact, he helped these resentful souls to be freed, and as he explained to Herist, he just wanted to do his part as half of the Neserels.

Unexpectedly, he was unexpectedly recognized by these ghosts and qualified to obtain the treasure house of stars. This was an unexpected surprise for him.

After a small episode, the two continued to walk deep into the ruins.

The striking mausoleum in the ruins is a 20-foot-high platform made of 50 to 80 tons of huge stones, in the shape of a pyramid of steps, with a mausoleum on its top.

The mausoleum is surrounded by a circle of destroyed stone walls, which is the only building here.

He and Herist walked along the stone steps towards the mausoleum of the high platform.

Halfway through the journey, Brian, who had "trembling perception", instantly noticed that a trace of abnormal movement came from the stone floor where sand was piled up on both sides of the stone steps.

Herist obviously noticed the situation around him, and his keen eyes unconsciously looked in the direction of the sound source.

"Don't hold back, just clean them up." Brian explained to her, who nodded slightly.

"Meat~~fresh meat..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of ragged corpse monsters screamed in terrifyingly, appeared from the sand piles on both sides of the tomb, and rushed towards the two of them like a tide.

The corpse demon is a kind of evil spirit transformed by mortals driven by dark desires and great vanity.

Not only do they have memories of life, but they are also driven by their self-consciousness during their lifetime. In the transformation of dark rituals, most corpse monsters also master the Necrotic School's spells.

Although the challenge level of the corpse monster is not high, only about level 3, among their players, they are the most troublesome existences among the low-level undead.

However, today they are facing a psychic warlock with a strength of the legendary realm, which is destined to their end.

Without even planning to take action, Brian saw Herist, who was clamoring in his dress, and once again used a method of dealing with the skeleton. An energy burst, causing the corpse monsters to fall to the ground and fall apart like cutting wheat.

But the battle was far from over. He heard the trembling sound from above the tomb. When he looked closely, he found that the battle just now attracted five or six storm giant skeletons.

"Invaders, you have stepped into my lord's territory and get out!!!" Before the person arrived, the leader of a storm giant skeleton holding a metal mace roared in a vulgar voice.

Brian was slightly surprised when he saw the Storm Giant Skeleton appearing.

He really couldn't imagine how a blue dragon lich killed six adult storm giants and desecrated their bodies and transformed them into undead.

After all, Storm Giant is the strongest existence in the giant clan, and the adult Storm Giant is not inferior to an adult dragon.

This made him vaguely feel that the blue dragon lich hidden deep in the tomb might have other helpers.

Thinking of the true identity of the Blue Dragon Lich, Brian immediately took advantage of the gap that the Storm Giant Skeleton had not yet approached and said to Herist, "Is there a way to block the space around you? You must never let anyone reach here through teleportation spells."

Although the Blue Dragon has been transformed into a lich, it still cannot change their greedy personality.

Under normal circumstances, no giant dragon allows outsiders to step into their nests, which is more prominent among the five-colored evil dragons.

Therefore, in order to prevent the Blue Dragon Lich from running away or shaking people in advance because he could not win, he thought it would be safer to make preparations in advance.

"If it were just blockade of this mausoleum, there would be no problem."

Heliste knew what he meant in an instant, she smiled indifferently and said in a confident tone.

I saw her gracefully lifting her delicate jade hand, and a nearly invisible spiritual barrier quietly enveloping the entire tomb.

Seeing this, Brian immediately felt relieved and began to concentrate on dealing with the Storm Giant Skeleton that had stepped into his attack range.

He first used teleportation spells to avoid the two millsized stones thrown by the Storm Giant Skeleton, and then supported himself with an elemental shield to resist lightning damage.

Seeing the attacking Storm Giant Skeleton released a blue and white lightning as thick as a thigh at him, he stood calmly and chose to resist the lightning.

"boom!"

With a blast, Brian stood still, his deep eyes locked in the moment when he attacked his storm giant skeleton. The star energy seeped out of the void transformed into more than a dozen crystal tentacles covered with spikes, tightly binding the 6-meter tall skeleton.

——"Sixth Ring Spell: Ice and Fire Storm!"

Seeing the restricted enemy, he did not dare to delay his time. He quickly recited a few spells. The arcane storm formed by frost and flames condensed and formed over the roaring storm giant skeleton, submerged it.

——"Soul Blade: Storm of Blade!"

At the same time, his spiritual crystal servant threw the star-like structure under his feet into the sky.

The trembling and buzzing little flying sword suddenly surged into a giant sword that emitted the luster of blue and white crystals, and then turned into countless identical weapons, shooting towards the huge body of the Storm Giant Skeleton like a storm.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang..."

The huge sword as dense as raindrops hit the storm giant skeleton's incomplete body, and burst out with a sound of light that exploded, and eventually turned into light and dissipated.

The skeletons that broke free from the shackles of crystals also turned into a pile of broken bones in this dense attack.

"The target is dead!"

"Soul energy is being drawn..."
To be continued...