412 The Strange Maze (1/2)

In the cave where the Altar existed, it was of dead silence. This place had been turned into a world of ice. The Blue Guardians had been frozen into exquisite ice statues of different postures: some of them were holding a trident, and some were holding a coral staff. Their shining scales were revealed in the finest details.

Only the part of the ocean water that was close to the Altar still flowed under the extraordinary power. Stepping on the red coral reef, Lucien walked forward and laid his hand against the boundary of the frozen and the unfrozen.

Lucien started his casting. A complicated magic circle showed up in the dark blue water, surrounded by the many mysterious magic symbols.

According to Rhine's description, it would take Lucien three to four minutes to crack the defense magic circle sealed in the Altar, if he wished to avoid triggering the hidden trap. However, Lucien was not worried about this at all. Watching how the magic symbols changed, Lucien made complex gestures and directly opened the defense magic circle using his spiritual power.

Bang! The waves surged fiercely in the cave from the explosive power, and the red coral reef suddenly began to make a deafening sound.

Normally, the chief priest would sense the alert immediately and come to deal with the invaders. However, now the sharp alert could not cause Lucien any trouble, since the chief priest had been captured by Thanos' Maze and the rest of the senior-ranks were far away looking for food.

It was thus a piece of cake for Lucien to walk through the layer of dark blue water and step onto the precious altar made of Wave Stones.

Although Lucien did take some risk with this plan, carrying it out was still much easier and safer than somehow luring the chief priest away from his base.

Even if the chief priest was cautious enough to turn on the Altar against Lucien, Lucien was still confident that he could break out of the encirclement. A level seven chief priest of the Kuo-toans could cast only a very limited number of spells relying on its own talent, as it could not receive power from the Lord of Ocean who had fallen asleep for many years.

For sorcerers, knowing an enemy well beforehand to prepare accordingly was a great advantage.

In the middle of the Altar, there was a dark blue pool where the tall Murloc statues stood. Except for the pool, this area was completely water-free.

Lucien took a look at the statue of the Lord of Ocean: Amboula had six arms and each was holding a trident. Lucien smiled and shook his head at the primordial religious taste of beauty.

Without wasting any time, Lucien cast Strength and Bull's Strength on himself and washed down a tube of magic potion. Holding Pale Justice in his hand, Lucien took out the filthy blood ball from his magic pouch and put it into the pool. The blood ball quickly dissolved in the water and dyed the water into the color of rust.

Lucien stood up and started casting the long and mysterious spell. The ocean water around shivered with his voice.

As the shiver was getting more and more intense, the blood-colored water dyed the statue.

It was not until now that Lucien finally sensed that there were two distorted space gaps within the statue. One belonged to the World of Souls as expected, while the other was warm and comforting, giving Lucien a familiar but also strange feeling.

However, Lucien had to stay focused and had no time to think about it.

When the casting came to an end, the blood merged into the statue, and the water in the pool became clear once more. All of a sudden, the six arms of Amboula started waving, and something very powerful landed from above.

Finishing the last line of his spell, Lucien's eyes saw an entirely different world. His right eye saw that, in a space of black and white, an about ten-meter-long Murloc with tightly closed eyes and lackluster scales was lying in a pale pool. Although he seemed to be dead, its illusory body still gave Lucien a somehow divine feeling of heavy pressure.

Meanwhile, Lucien's left eye saw a silent and deadly wasteland, where countless specters were wandering.

In the middle of the wasteland, there was a grand palace built with huge bones. Under Lucien's gaze, it started becoming more transparent. Surrounded by the specters, dead bodies, and bones, a dreadful monster wearing a long black robe emerged. It was holding a heavy and huge sickle, and its cheekbone was only covered with a thin layer of dried skin. Its two eyes were just two hollow holes, showing no sign of vitality at all.

The monster slightly turned aside. Looking from across a great distance, its sight met that of Lucien.

A freezing feeling came out from the inside of Lucien's body, while irresistible numbness seized him. Lucien could feel that his life force was leaking out and under this speed, he would end up as a decayed corpse in seven to eight seconds.

Although he was still able to think, Lucien could not resist the numbness at all.

Suddenly, a warm stream rose from Lucien's left hand and chest, driving away all the numbness and coldness.

When he was able to move again, Lucien couldn't help but trembled a little. Instantly, the eerie world disappeared and Lucien came back to the altar made of Wave Stone. Facing the statue of Amboula, what just happened to Lucien seemed to be a dream.

Based on his knowledge, Lucien recognized that the wasteland was in fact the place called Skeleton Land. Therefore, the monster he just encountered could be Apomos, one of the devil lords. But according to the legends, he should have gone missing for more than a thousand years.

Apsis ruled Skeleton Land, which was the 123rd layer of Abyssal Maw. He has many titles, and the most important ones were the Lord of Specters, Life Reaper, and the Lord of Death.

Shaking the confusion out of his head, Lucien started erasing all the traces he had left. When he left the Altar, he turned himself into a common demonized fish and swam quietly to a faraway spot in the ocean. Then he cast Invisibility on himself and started flying.