Chapter 1266： phantom (2/2)

Carmel stopped. He looked at the smiling old **** beside him somewhat weirdly, and then whispered for a long time: "If necessary, I will."

The explorers came to the huge throne, where the giant made of iron gray armor still sat quietly, maintaining a posture overlooking the arena, just as Milmina had judged: he was just a phantom.

Carmel looked up. At such a close distance, he finally saw a trace of illusory and transparent texture from the surface of the iron gray armor, which made him a little curious: "Why is there a phantom of the **** of war here? The **** has fallen. Will this kind of phantom be produced in one's own kingdom of God afterwards?"

"I don't know," Milmina shook her head slowly, "God of War... His fall process is very special, and my experience may not work here..."

While talking, she stretched out her hand and gently touched the hollow and illusory iron-gray armor, a touch of cold and misty touch was passed over, and almost at the same time, all the exploration including Carmel A voice suddenly appeared in the minds of the team members. The voice was low, majestic, and with a steely texture. Everyone who heard it could not help but even surface the battlefield, the sword, the wall and the legion in their minds. Illusion, and the content of that voice is only one sentence:

"Wish ya'll good luck…"

The voice in my mind disappeared, and the many illusions that appeared with the voice also disappeared, and a dull voice came from the white knight Quinn’s helmet: "Master Carmel, I just heard..."

"I heard it too-everyone checks mental contamination readings!"

"The reading is zero." "There is no contamination." "The protective device did not alarm..."

In the process of dealing with the power of the gods, no matter what you hear or see, you must be prepared for mental pollution. Therefore, the exploratory team quickly checked their respective conditions and confirmed that no one was mentally polluted. Only when Carmel had time to pay attention to the content of the "phantom" just now, he looked up at Milmina: "Just now that was the voice left by the God of War?!"

"It seems so," Milmina also heard the voice, her eyes serious, "That should be the last ‘thinking imprint’ left by the God of War before he left here..."

"Mind imprint..." a white knight said subconsciously, "Could he have known that we were coming, and left such a sentence?"

"No..." Kamel had already reacted, he shook his head, "This sentence is not for us."

He raised his head and fixed his eyes on the iron gray giant on the throne for a long time. After a few seconds, he said in a deep voice, "It is for the mortal army who will face him on the battlefield of Winterhold."

Milmina was silent for a long time. It took a long time before she reached out and beat the cold and solemn throne lightly: "A foolish man without a brain..."

When the exploration team calmed down, Carmel pondered for half a minute before suddenly raising his head to look at Milmina: "Did the God of War be completely out of control at that time? How could he leave such a sentence?"

As soon as his voice fell, a voice suddenly came from between the rows of seats in the arena stands not far away: "At that time, my lord was indeed completely crazy...but there can also be a trace of reason in the ultimate madness."

This sudden sound was even as scary as when I saw the phantom of the God of War just now. The magical brilliance on Carmel's body skyrocketed, and he suddenly turned to the direction of the sound: "Who?!"

Under the gazes of the explorers, a figure in a robe slowly walked out from behind the seats of the nearby stands.

In this dead and gradually disintegrating God of War Kingdom, a mortal figure appeared!

He wore the robes of a **** of war and an illusory and transparent crown on his head. His face looked blurred under the chaotic sky, but he could still vaguely identify an old man. This figure came out from behind the stands. Slowly walked down the stairs step by step and came to Carmel and the White Knights, like a ghost without any footsteps, no breath, just like the phantom of the God of War next to it.

"You finally came out," Milmina was not surprised by the appearance of this figure, she seemed to have noticed it, "I felt you just now."

"You are another god." The ghostly figure looked at Mirmina and said respectfully.

"It used to be."

"Forgive me for not being able to worship you-I only respect my Lord."

"You didn't have to worship me-I am retired."

Carmel stared at the "ghost" old man who appeared in front of him. Although he had already guessed in his heart, he still asked in a serious tone: "Who are you?"

"Malm Dunnett, this is the name I used...you can call me by it," said the old man in the priest's robes slowly, "As for now...I'm just an insignificant servant here."

"Malm Dunit, the Pope of Typhon Ares Church... As expected," Carmel stared at him, his voice low, "You should have rested in peace... Why are you still wandering here?"

Malm, the former pope of the **** of war did not immediately answer, but turned around and looked at the figure on the throne, before whispering, "I will accompany my lord."