Arcane Journey

Chapter 392 Trial
"What trial?" Brian stood there calmly, looked up at the deep void transformed from the roof, and asked tentatively, "What if I refuse the trial?"

"This is the rule that must be followed as a visitor who steps into my Sarukh's domain without authorization, and the rule we made is to accept the trial of the steeple."

"In front of the great Sarukh witch, no visitor has the right to refuse, they can only obey and accept unconditionally!"

The indifferent voice that echoed in Brian's mind suddenly became extremely cold.

"Boom!"

Brian suddenly felt his mind fall into a fireball with explosive damage, and there was a deafening roar.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful spiritual coercion mercilessly shattered Brian's psychic barrier.

The scorching air wave suddenly changed to absolute zero again, making him seem to have fallen into an extremely cold frozen realm, and also seemed to completely freeze his own soul, even the air seemed to be condensed with tiny grains of ice slag.

The bone-piercing cold that penetrated deep into the marrow and soul made him shiver uncontrollably.

Just when Brian was about to use psychic and arcane techniques to resist the powerful coercion of the dual spiritual realm, the feeling of fear receded like a tide.

Come fast, go fast.

In an instant, his body recovered as if the ice and snow melted. As the cold dissipated, the frozen blood began to circulate, and his whole body became warm and comfortable.

This sudden change made Brian realize that from the moment he stepped into the spire of the witch, he completely lost the initiative and could only follow the opponent's rules of the game and proceed.

After all, the opponent can break through his spiritual barrier without any effort, and use this unknown coercion and fear to act on his soul and body.

After personally experiencing this terrifying ability, he has almost no power to resist.

Most importantly, Brian discovered in disbelief that the space here had been silently blocked at some point.

As a legendary spellcaster who has mastered the power of the law of space, ordinary space locks can't stop him from casting teleportation spells at all. However, the blocked space here not only makes him have no hope of breaking through, but even detects a faint trace of divine power.

This is the power of a true god, a power of rules that is difficult for mortals to master in their entire lives.

This made Brian realize secretly that there was a possibility that a god was sleeping in this witch spier.

As for who this god is, he already has an answer in his heart, but he is not sure yet.

"I am willing to accept the trial of the Sarukh Spire." Brian stared at the void, calmed down, and said calmly.

Now the situation is forcing him to follow the rules of the game here.

"Wise choice, adventurer." The indifferent voice sounded again.

As soon as the voice fell, a series of messages directly appeared in Brian's mind.

These are the three trial options given to him by the Guardian of the Spire, they are:

1. Kill the Hydra "Normal": You will be sent to an unknown space to fight a legendary Hydra made of pure energy. If you win, you will pass the trial.

2. "Difficulty" in killing the kin: You will randomly face the kin race who inherited the blood of the scorpion. This is a group of scorpion whose strength has reached the legendary realm, created by the Sarukh scorpion of the Mershok Empire.

3. Kill the Elder Mokui "Hell": You will face Felin Mokui, an alien monster that is older than the Sarukh witch gnat.

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"Does the difficulty of the trial task have any effect?" Brian asked proactively after reviewing the choices that appeared in his mind, staring at the void again.

"As an intelligent race visiting the Sarukh Spire." The indifferent voice said:
"When you complete the challenge we set, you will receive corresponding rewards. The difficulty of the trial task will also directly affect your final harvest."

"I see." Brian nodded thoughtfully.

For him, if he chooses an ordinary legendary Hydra, the problem is not very big, and it is not even challenging, so the two options of difficulty and hell make him hesitate.

Logically speaking, it is natural to choose the difficulty level, which is the safest, but Brian doesn't want to do this.

After all, this is a minaret of the creator race, and it is very likely that a god of the witch is sleeping in it, and the rewards hidden in it can be imagined.

He can't guarantee whether he will have the next chance to come here, so he must not give up the chance to get the highest reward due to personal reasons.

"Then..." Brian pondered for a moment, then asked cautiously:

"In this trial, can I use any form of power? Or does this challenge have any special restrictions?"

If there are no rules that limit his own strength, in order to get the highest reward, Brian doesn't mind choosing a mission that is difficult in hell to challenge Elder Mokui.

"Whether it's external power or your own power, it's your personal strength." Although the voice was indifferent, it made Brian sound very comfortable, "In front of the great Sarukh witch, we only pay attention to The result, not the process."

"In this case, I choose to challenge the third item, to kill Elder Mokui." Brian took a deep breath and slowly stated his decision.

"Very well, your courage is commendable." The indifferent voice said without emotion, "I wish you a happy challenge."

As soon as the words fell, Brian once again felt the feeling of spinning around when he first entered the Spire of the Witch.

After he opened his eyes, he found himself transported to a dark space.

This place looks like a dark area, with countless glowing weird fungi growing in clusters in the damp corners of the cave, like a starry night sky, shining with sickly brilliance.

At this moment, a deep purple light emerged from the dark void, and immediately fell on the ground silently.

Then, like a galloping streamer, the rays of light quickly gathered together, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into the energy body of a felin magic sunflower.

"This is true simulacrum at the legendary level." The voice of the golden dragon Paralandax, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly sounded in Brian's mind.

He exclaimed while gasping for air: "Sure enough, as I expected, the creator race has already mastered spells of this level."

"What level?" Brian didn't care to ask why the other party disappeared just now, and asked his inner doubts curiously.

"This is a legendary spell that can be traced back to the origin of the race." Jin Long said:

"In the era of Thunder, the shamans mastered a kind of racial medium, and then used simulacra to perfectly replicate their noumenon and strength. It is said that the original Naga, winged lizards, war lizards, Snake people and countless other races that have long been extinct were unintentionally created by them through the study of these spells, otherwise they would not be called: the creator race."

"The magic of the creator race is indeed mysterious." Brian also added, "After all, the magic knowledge recorded in the Nether scroll includes the magical achievements of witches."

After saying this, he couldn't help secretly expecting, if he could get all the scrolls of Nether, would he be able to reach the creator race, and even those of the spellweavers known as 'interstellar colonists'? kind of degree.

"That's right, otherwise Karthus wouldn't have developed the technique of conferring the gods with the twelve rings." Parandasque sighed.

Then, as if he remembered something, he widened his eyes again, and suddenly guessed:
"Boy, do you think Miss Lost is targeting Goddess Mystra this time, is it because she found Karthus' God-Apotheosis and tried to use this powerful magic to directly replace Goddess Mystra's magic net? Otherwise, she Why go to Myth Drannor to steal another complete set of Nether scrolls, and use them as a medium for the ceremony."

"Improbable." Brian shook his head slightly. "After all, this spell is only researched by mortals. How could it be used in the battle between the gods? Besides, when this spell takes effect, it will not only To be known by the target, to be successful, one must obtain the consent of the target, the reason why Karthus was able to cast it successfully is entirely due to the curiosity of the first generation of goddesses of magic."

This is like hacking an account. Before hacking the account, not only speak harshly at the other party, indicating that you are going to hack the account, but also ask the other party to send the verification code.

"That's true." Jin Long nodded, "But I still feel that the purpose of the followers of the Lost Lady to steal the Nether Scroll is by no means as simple as it appears in Ogasila's prophecy vision."

"Forget it, let's not discuss this issue for now." Seemingly aware that Elder Mokui not far away was about to take shape, he quickly changed the subject and reminded Brian with a solemn expression:
"Be careful, what we are facing is an Elder Mokui whose strength has not been damaged at all." "Compared to the one you dealt with in the ruins of Guangyao City, it is even worse."

Brian looked at Elder Mokui, who had successfully transformed, and nodded, but he didn't believe all of Paralandasque's words.

After all, when they were in Guangyao City, what they were facing was an Elder Mokui whose strength had reached the advanced legendary realm. beat.

If the elf elders of Evereska hadn't mobilized the mystical power of the twelve peaks, it would have been impossible for them to kill it completely.

But the elder Mokui in front of him is different.

His strength is at most around the middle legendary level, and he is still transformed from pure energy, so he is naturally not as terrifying as the real Felin Mokui.

"The owner of the Wufu Spire is not stupid. He also knows that Felin Mokui likes the environment of the Underdark region the most, and even helped it evolve the battlefield." Jinlong's thoughts were full of surprise:

"Furthermore, this energetic Elder Mokui seems to have fully inherited the strength of the real Mokui, and is obviously an enemy they have killed before. In short, don't be careless, I will try my best to assist you."

"Understood." Brian nodded seriously.

As soon as the words fell, Elder Mokui suddenly cast the "Deep Darkness Technique", covering the entire Underdark space in darkness that no light can penetrate.

Immediately afterwards, Brian noticed that the magical aura of several protective spells flickered frequently in the darkness, surrounding Elder Mokui's body.

Just through the magic fluctuations in the air, he could tell that the other party had at least cast spells from the mind barrier, the wall of exorcism, the barrier of advanced spell ineffectiveness, and many other protection and transformation schools.

During the battle in the ruins of Guangyao City and the communication with Braines, the Prince of Shadows, Brian had already figured out the methods of Felin Mokui. Facing the battle in front of him, it was natural for him to do everything he could. within grasp.

It was precisely because he was familiar with Felin Mokui that he chose the third trial task regardless of the difficulty of the trial task.

After all, the Saluke Wuzhi is the creator race, and the scale descendants are the derivatives of the Wuzhi, which are closest to the Wuzhi in terms of bloodline and various abilities.

It was also a race that Brian had never known.

Not to mention the various weird abilities they mastered, which would make him appear to be at a loss in battle without knowing it, and it would be difficult for him to display his true strength.

Facing Elder Mokui's deep darkness spell, Brian cast the third-ring transformation spell "Deep Dark Vision" at will, which solved the magic that cannot see objects.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling flame rose in the darkness, and dozens of fireballs the size of washbasins, dragging a slender tail flame, landed on Elder Mokui's position with a whistling noise.

"Boom!..."

Accompanied by the deafening cracking sound, it echoed in the dark cave for a long time.

Elder Mokui's high-level spell ineffective barrier surrounding his body couldn't withstand the impact of this violent fire elemental energy. It collapsed in an instant like a fake, dissipated in the air, and then enveloped his ugly body in a sea of ​​flames. .

Just when Brian thought that his tentative spells had achieved good results, he suddenly discovered that in the spread of the fire, Elder Mokui once again had a layer of crackling protective magic aura around him.

This magical barrier that seemed to explode at any moment not only blocked all the raging fire element energy, but also turned into a terrifying vortex, absorbing it all in an instant.

"Boom!!!"

The explosion sounded again, this time it was from Brian's side.

With just one thought, the ground under his feet cracked like a volcanic eruption. Hot lava and flames spewed out from the cracks, and the surrounding temperature was suddenly raised.

Facing Elder Mokui's counterattack, Brian almost instinctively cast a flash spell, and disappeared in place with ease, successfully dodging the opponent's counterattack.

"It turned out to be a magic sunflower warlock who specializes in reverse explosion." After the first confrontation between the two, the idea of ​​the golden dragon Paralandax sounded in Brian's mind, and analyzed to him:

"You have to be careful. Unlike the magic sunflower who specialized in spell vortexes in Glory City, the magic sunflower warlock who mastered the reverse burst was the most troublesome enemy of the great arcanists in the Netheril period."

Before the golden dragon finished speaking, Brian, who had just appeared from the flash, noticed that the elder Mokui, who was baring his teeth and claws, let out a hoarse and unpleasant roar from his big mouth like a chrysanthemum. While waving his hands, he cast his second attack spell.

In an instant, in the dark cave, shadowy tentacles that exuded a bone-chilling chill and merged with the environment suddenly appeared, overwhelmingly attacking Brian.

(End of this chapter)