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Chapter 521: The Crowned Fallen

"No matter what, open it. I'm opening it for everyone. We need to figure out how to get out later."

Liu Yonglu brushed the dirt off his body and walked into the temple. He looked so miserable on the way that his jacket was burnt by the fire and half of his hair was also singed.

There seemed to be some kind of mysterious power still remaining in the holy temple, and the artificial consciousness group that Farrell mentioned could not enter through the gate for a while.

"I'm not sure when it'll be in, try to be quick."

Farrell looked up and around. Although most of the exterior of the temple had collapsed, the murals and furniture inside were intact. It seemed that a thousand years had left no trace here.

"Where might the book be?"

Millie Tang asked Farrell in a low voice.

"The layout of this temple is similar to that of my hometown. There should be a big door in the deepest part on the left side. Important historical documents should be placed there."

The secluded island where Farrell is from was originally part of the continent of Mu, and the local buildings were also built in the same style.

“How about this, Mi Lier and I will accompany Herama to find Zahir.

Farrell, take Kogan and Chicken Run to get the book. They are professionals in handling things, so just leave it to them."

Liu Yonglu urgently made a division of labor. Before entering the dungeon, Farrell analyzed that the temple was the most important building in the entire Mu continent, and Prince Zahir would most likely explore with this as his goal.

If Zaheer was there, he would settle the accounts. If Zaheer was not there... Liu Yonglu didn't care. At most, he would just leave first after finding the book. Whether Zaheer was dead or alive had little to do with him.

"Rich, be careful. I suspect that the consciousness is also within Zaheer's control range at this time."

Farrell's headache has improved a lot. He thought calmly that the consciousness that revived from the sea of ​​fire should be in a relatively weak state, otherwise it would be impossible for them to escape so far. You know, that would threaten the existence of the entire Mu Continent.

And its revival should also be related to Grand Duke Zahir...

"Understood. Your mission is arduous. You must find the coordinates of your hometown. Collect as much other information as possible!"

Liu Yonglu patted Kou Gang's shoulder and said the last words to him.

After completing the task, Liu Yonglu and Militang went to meet up with Herama again. The prince was still in shock. He had never been to Mu Continent before and could not imagine that it was so dangerous.

Even if we can use the Sun Chariot to avoid natural disasters...it's too risky!
But now that the arrow has been shot, there is no turning back. If he doesn't find Grand Duke Zahir, it might be difficult for him to even get out.

"Mr. Ricky, Miss Millie Tang, you must control Zahir as soon as possible."

Herama's face was solemn, and his men took out their commonly used ancient relics and weapons and prepared for battle.

Liu Yonglu shook his fan and nodded. Helama also knew the priorities and knew that Shi Weitian and the other two were important fighting forces, so he sent his own people to explore the way ahead, while he and Liu Yonglu and his wife walked in the middle.

But when they finished searching the first floor and were heading towards the second floor, they suddenly felt a violent shaking.

The shaking was so severe that through the windows they could even see some small buildings beginning to collapse above the sea of ​​fire. It seemed that the earthquake was not limited to the interior of the temple, and something seemed to be affecting Mu Continent itself!
"What is Zahir doing..." Prince Heramar muttered to himself.

Several people searched up the stairs floor by floor, and finally found Grand Duke Zahir in the spire-roofed hall on the top floor of the temple.

This room was more than ten meters high, and the roof was covered with colorful stained glass. However, against the backdrop of the raging sea of ​​fire, the light shining in also turned red. Zahir sat on the throne in the middle. The shape of the throne was similar to the sun chariot in reality, except that there was no disgusting flesh buds and black water.

Behind the throne was a large brass bell, and for some unknown reason, the bell was shaking slightly.

At this time, Grand Duke Zahir was supporting his head with one hand, his body slightly hunched over, as if he was asleep.

Helama winked at Balkan, and Balkan took out his curved blade from his arms. His steps were light and silent, yet quick and agile. It seemed that he was not only a shrewd aide but also an excellent assassin.

The distance of fifty steps was reached in the blink of an eye. With a fierce light flashing in Balkan's eyes, he raised the blade in his right hand and stabbed it towards Zahir's chest.

"Wow!"

There was a crisp sound, like the wind blowing through silver bells, and tens of thousands of shards of stained glass splashed down on one's head.

Fortunately, Liu Yonglu and others were well prepared, either using fans to block the air or finding places to hide, and everyone covered their bodies at the critical moment.

Balkan, who was preparing to launch a sudden attack, was not so lucky. Some invisible and powerful entity seemed to suddenly break in from the roof, and Balkan's body was grasped in mid-air by the opponent.

"Herama, Ricky, let me tell you a secret. This... this special space contains cosmic mysteries that you can't even dream of. Ah, those mediocre mystical knowledge is just like a child's play in front of it."

"boom!"

A cloud of blood mist suddenly rose in the air, and Balkan's body was thrown aside, his life or death unknown.

"Zahir, bragging is not taxable anyway, so come out if you have the guts, let's have a real fight, what kind of hero are you if you hide your head and show your tail!"

Just now, the glass suddenly fell, and Liu Yonglu and Millie Tang hid under different tables respectively. At this time, Liu Yonglu winked and pointed at his neck, and Millie Tang immediately understood what he meant.

At this time, Zahir had no physical body, and Liu Yonglu was unsure of the distance between the two parties, so it was not convenient to use the black stone to shoot him into the backstage.

Liu Yonglu planned to use words to induce Zahir to attack him, let Millie Tang feel the malice, and use Millie Tang's dream to deal with the other party.

"Ricky, you're smart, so you wouldn't have guessed it, right?
Do you think I'd be like the fool in those fables, talking big without actually being sure of winning?
Let me tell you, I have completely merged with that existence. Whether here or in the real world, you have no chance of winning."

Zaheer's tone was very flat, and he seemed to have completely abandoned human emotions.

Although he couldn't see him, Liu Yonglu still felt an indescribable and tremendous pressure.

Just when Liu Yonglu was still considering whether to continue his tactics, he suddenly saw the demigod sculpture in Herama's hand rolling to the ground. Looking at Herama's face, he also had an incredible look on his face. It seemed that the sculpture had escaped from Herama's control.

The stone statue now looked like a snake or other reptile, sliding its body and rapidly pouncing towards Zahir's body on the throne.

"Ok?"

The omnipresent voice finally let out a low hum of fear.

The statue was not restrained by its power as he expected, but instead it was getting faster and faster.

However, the sculpture itself was also affected, and the gray-white plaster shell fell off, revealing the dark brown and slimy body inside.

A monster that looked like a wattled slug was growing larger in the air. It opened its bloody mouth and was about to swallow Zahir's body in one gulp!
(End of this chapter)