Chapter 132 Divine Fire

The Atlantis temple was suddenly descended upon by an indescribable will, and Suren watched and immediately slipped away.

In the blink of an eye, he had already teleported and hid in an inconspicuous house in the ruined city,

looking as if he was panicking, trying to avoid that magic.

This action was seen by Yale Robbins, who was possessing the crystal skull, and his jumping soul fire was full of sarcasm and disdain.

That guy didn't chase after him.

After all, no matter how he escaped, he couldn't escape the range of the soul lock. And the soul curse was a secret technique that could be released regardless of spatial limitations.

In his opinion, everything was futile.

But in reality, Suren fled only because he didn't want the enemy to notice the scene of Pestoya's possession, so that the descending mysterious will would be prepared.

Moreover, not only was there fierce fighting on the temple side, but also a distress signal came from the Evernight, which was docked outside the ruined city.

Countless ghostly monsters launched a fierce attack on the ship, and several very troublesome undead monsters also went.

This was all planned by Robbins long ago, in order to prevent the old sword god Bartolo from being able to support them.

Once he came to support this side, the ship would inevitably suffer a devastating blow.

In this ancient Dragon Kingdom sea area, without a ship, such a large team could almost be sentenced to death.

In general, Robbins had calculated almost everything within his ability.

But unfortunately, he didn't know that there was a Pestoya who had condensed divine fire in this broken alchemy plane.

"Suren" was hiding in a house, his expression suddenly revealing a bit of playfulness and cuteness, which looked a bit strange no matter how you looked at it.

He seemed to be interested in his body, touching and pinching it, with a mischievous smile flowing in his eyes.

"Wow, Mr. Suren, you've gotten stronger recently~"

"Hey, hey, don't move my body, okay?"

"Aiya ya~ Is that the tone of someone asking for a favor? I'll give you one chance to reorganize your words, call me Little Senior Sister~"

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"Did you show him that [Death God's Fire] and [Wu Shi] secret technique? If you can learn it, you'll have a means of attack in the future."

Inside Suren's body, two souls were communicating.

Now, the one in control of the body was naturally Pestoya.

These days, she had been staying in Suren's black umbrella, in a semi-dormant state.

Now that she finally came out, she was naturally curious about everything.

It wasn't that she didn't want to come out before, but the broken alchemy plane was like a giant visiting a dwarf's house for her, making her feel a strong sense of suppression.

After helping Suren once in Lingdun last time, she had been dormant for a long time.

It was only recently that the plane channel was opened that she felt much better.

And this cursed space was formed by the leaking aura of the Hell plane crack. The closer to the core, the higher the upper limit of the law, and the smaller the sense of oppression. She had wanted to come out for a long time.

Hearing the question, "Suren" conjured a wisp of green ghost fire between his fingers and asked, "Are you talking about this? It's not very difficult. It just takes a little time to look at it."

As soon as these words came out, the small flame jumped happily and turned into a flame crow, circling around.

Suren was also slightly surprised to see that skillful fire control technique.

Pestoya had already condensed the divine fire, so this secret technique was naturally not difficult for her.

But now that she had this secret technique, she could finally be more than just a ghost lady pendant, but have a strong combat capability.

At least in this plane, no one would dare to touch her burning soul fire.

Seeing this, Suren's surprise turned into relief.

The excellent genes of Sir Isaac's family naturally made for good learning ability. This ghost lady looked too frivolous, but she was also very hardworking in private.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have mastered the two secret techniques so skillfully in such a short period of time.

The two didn't chat for long when suddenly, a feeling like being stared at by a poisonous snake instantly hit Suren's heart.

Even without controlling the body, he felt that he was locked by a high-level curse power that was enough to instantly destroy his soul.

Curse arts came with "magic lock", and there was no way to deal with them except for hard resistance and protection from certain external objects.

Just to guard against and warn against curse arts, Suren always carried some curse defense objects collected from various places.

However, in just an instant, a series of cracking sounds rang out, and the various defensive objects he was wearing almost shattered at the same time.

An absolutely crushing mysterious power destroyed these defensive objects.

It was like a sharp arrow piercing through paper armor. The attacking and defending sides were not on the same level at all.

Suren was also frightened when he saw this.

Divine art-level curse arts were just so unreasonable.

A creature in a low-level plane was doomed to die if targeted.

After all, a wisp of a god's will had personally descended, which was completely a dimensionality reduction strike.

It was like a human's little finger, which ants could not bear.

That high-level curse power came very violently, directly striking "Suren's" soul and body.

Originally, it was a curse art that could kill a ninth-level being in an instant, but an accident happened.

The curse hit Suren as if it had hit an indestructible armor.

After all, the necromancer archmage Robbins had only summoned a wisp of the god's will, not a true god-level descent!

However, Pestoya was a genuine special existence who had condensed divine fire!

The moment they touched, that curse power instantly collapsed.

Once a curse art failed to kill someone, the person who cast the spell would inevitably suffer a backlash.

Just as that curse power collapsed, Suren seemed to hear a scream from the source of the spell: "Ah!!!"

At the same time, in the temple not far away, the ghostly green soul fire in the crystal skull instantly collapsed.

Almost at the same instant, Suren's eyes regained clarity. He sensed something and was overjoyed: "Killed him!"

That Robbins' soul fire had collapsed!

Without the slightest hesitation, Suren's figure had already collapsed on the spot.

The surrounding scenery changed, and Suren had already stepped out of the space crack in the temple hall.

Looking at the fragmented soul fire on the crystal skull in front of him, the shadow of the Grim Reaper behind him spread out, and he chose to harvest without any delay.

Perhaps this guy's soul was not completely dead, but at this moment, his wandering state was simply undefended to Suren.

He didn't give the enemy a chance to recover, and with a wave of his hand, he swallowed those scattered soul fires in large chunks.

Once this soul fire was swallowed, it would never be possible to revive!

Suren also felt it was very dramatic.

After fighting for so long, the victory was decided in an instant.

It could be said that if this guy hadn't taken the initiative to court death with the curse art, Suren really wouldn't have thought of a good way to solve this Death God's Fire.

[You have stripped the soul of 'Yale Robbins']

[You have obtained a large number of 'eighth-level fragments of the Law of Death']

[You have comprehended the skill [Divine Art Death God's Fire], cultivation experience +15599]

[You have mastered a large number of professional abilities related to necromancers of the Holy Soul Fire lineage, magic spells, rituals, magic scroll production, forbidden spells...]

[You have learned a large number of soul secret techniques, necromancy manipulation, crafting methods...]

[You have stripped the forbidden spell word: Is the essence of death the demise of matter or the collapse of the soul? You understand this and gain insights related to 'Forbidden Art Death Immunity']

[You have obtained information related to the Holy Army and learned about the faith system of Karas, the God of Death in the Celestial Plane]

[Mental power +2231]

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In an instant, a large number of soul fragments poured into his mind, and the brilliance in Suren's eyes was hard to conceal.

He had struck it rich!

A wealth of professional knowledge!

He had long been thinking about this guy's secret techniques, and he had harvested them all at once.

The perfected insights of [Death God's Fire] and the complete eighth-level Law of Death.

Although part of the wizard system's insights came from the gods, this guy was, after all, a genuine eighth-level archmage!

Even if only five or six tenths of it was comprehended by himself, Suren had gained a lot.

This was enough to save him decades of hard work!

The Law of Death was all-encompassing. Suren's current understanding was like a star in the night sky. And now, he had swallowed the light of another star!

Alchemists and wizards were originally two different systems, and even the directions of research on the same law were completely different. And this "Holy Soul Fire" necromancer lineage had accumulated over thousands of years, and had absolutely profound foundations in the soul aspect.

This was an area that Suren had been lacking before.

Now that he had harvested this guy's soul, he instantly had a feeling of great enlightenment, and his amount of knowledge and cognitive range had increased greatly!

This was only the beginning of the harvest.

He was very sure that after he had truly digested these memories, it would be of great benefit to his own future professional advancement.

With the death of Yale Robbins, the [Descartes Crystal Skull] on the ground immediately lost control.

The ghostly monsters inside and outside the temple lost control and fell into chaos.

Suren clearly felt that the moment he approached the skull, his soul power was sucked away by a strange suction force.

He knew that this was the soul-devouring characteristic of the skull itself, but because of Pestoya's soul protection, it was completely harmless.

Suren directly picked up the skull, then took out a rune secret box and put away this cursed object with strong curse characteristics.

The moment the secret box was closed, it seemed to cut off the connection with the ghostly monsters around the temple, and the ghosts in the entire ruins became disordered. Although they continued to attack Suren, a living person, they seemed to be flying around like headless flies.

Suren didn't bother with those ghosts anymore. He put away the crystal skull and looked around the temple.

He hadn't forgotten that this temple was full of treasures left over from ancient times.

The divine will on the temple had completely disappeared, and the crisis was lifted. At this time, a ghost lady also floated out of Suren's black umbrella.

Suren looked at her and asked, "Pestoya, are you okay?"

"Of course I'm fine. That was just a wisp of divine will. Besides, that guy's divine fire might not be stronger than mine."

Pestoya responded.

It seemed that she hadn't been out for a long time, and as she spoke, she floated around in front of Suren.

Suren was dizzy from being swayed and joked, "Flying so high, you're showing your panties!"

From his angle, he could see below the skirt when he looked up.

Hearing this, Pestoya didn't care at all, "Heh, no one can see it anyway."

Suren's eyes twitched, Am I not human?

Pestoya looked at the strange look in Suren's eyes, and her watery crystal eyes turned, pretending to be resentful and said, "Mr. Suren, were you peeking at me just now?"

Suren had no interest in peeking.

Looking at the cunning in her eyes, even if he didn't know, she probably wanted to play a prank again.

He ignored her and didn't take the bait.

Seeing that he ignored her, Pestoya became even more interested. She suddenly changed to a mischievous smile, then stuck out her butt, lifted the hem of her short skirt, and made a face, "Nya nya nya, can't see it, can't see it~"

Suren then glanced at her and rolled his eyes unhappily.

Pestoya's clothes were conjured, but after all, she was a person from a thousand years ago, and her style of dress was still from that era.

This court dress was a classic gothic short skirt, and even if the hem of the skirt was lifted, there were loose shorts underneath, so naturally nothing could be seen.

It seemed that teasing Suren brought this girl joy, and silvery laughter echoed in the temple.

Pestoya was tirelessly floating around, and Suren always had a smile on his face.

Just then, Chihiro, twisting two skeleton arms, walked in and casually asked, "What's making you so happy?"

Pestoya showed herself and immediately greeted obediently, "Sister Chihiro."

Chihiro nodded and smiled, "Oh, it's Pestoya."

Pestoya nodded.

Chihiro smiled, put the skeleton on the ground, turned her face and asked, "Suren, do you still have any use for this skeleton frame?"

Suren looked at the skeleton that had been split in two and saw that it was the skeleton sword god from before.

"Of course."

He replied and asked, "How was it on your side?"

Chihiro didn't seem to have enjoyed herself too much and shrugged, "Aiya, I wanted to fight this swordsmanship senior for a while longer. I didn't expect this skeleton frame to suddenly fall apart..."

However, as she spoke, she raised her hand and showed the famous sword [Butsu] whose scabbard had already rotted, and the joy on her face was hard to conceal, "However, this famous sword has been obtained as desired."

Suren's expression also changed slightly when he saw this famous sword that was more evil than the demon sword [Onimaru Hyakume].

At such a close distance, he clearly felt the weird law fluctuations that were both Buddhist and demonic.

Even when Chihiro held it in her hand, her palm was always surrounded by overbearing energy, as if she was forcibly suppressing that power.

Seeing the look in Suren's eyes, a sharp light flashed in her eyes, and she explained, "The Buddhist seal on this sword seals a very powerful high-level law power. Tsk tsk, it's still very restless in my hands..."

Suren was not surprised to hear this.

Famous swords chose their masters. When taming [Onimaru Hyakume] in the beginning, Chihiro had experienced such a situation.

With the crisis completely resolved, Suren also released Tani and the others from the small void world, as well as Mr. Black, the polymath.

In the temple hall, a group of people continued their treasure hunt from before.

"Wow, so many treasures!"

"My God, look, this [Gauntlet] seems to be another gold piece of equipment!"

"Oh, it's a pity, this staff should have been a legendary treasure, but the long years have caused its magic power to be completely lost"

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Everyone searched piece by piece, putting away the good ones.

But materials would decay. After the endless years had passed, most of the things in this temple had decayed and were damaged.

Even those skeletons and equipment that looked intact turned into dust when touched.

The remaining equipment had also lost their extraordinary power. The dark gold shield found on the steps before was considered to be very well preserved.

Suren's mentality was also very good.

He thought that even if they had decayed, the forging materials and basic runes of those equipment were excellent. After being reforged, the quality would not be bad.

Besides, he had already harvested the [Descartes Crystal Skull], and Suren already felt satisfied.

Things had come to this point, and this assassination plan could be considered perfect.

However, just at this moment, Mr. Black's shout suddenly came from the temple, "Suren, come and take a look. I seem to have found something."

Hearing this, Suren also walked over.

Compared to those treasures, Mr. Black was obviously more interested in the murals and reliefs on the walls.

He had been watching those reliefs and murals just now.

Mr. Black was a polymath, proficient in various skills such as codes, mechanisms, architecture, ancient writing, ruins archaeology, and cultural relic identification.

It was after his careful observation that he discovered some clues on the murals.

He said with a slightly complicated tone, "Judging from the clues on the murals and the structure of this temple, there may be a secret room under this floor. And judging from the secret text I deciphered, this underground seems to be sealed with a great secret that is very important to alchemy..."

"Secret room?"

Hearing Mr. Black's words, Suren seemed to immediately capture the key point in his mind.

The skeletons in this hall must have been top experts when they were alive, so the question was, what caused them to fight to the death here?

Obviously, this temple must have hidden something.