Chapter: 1093

He remembered that Old Neil said before his death that the Sequence 4 of the Church of the Mother Earth is good at "life refining", and the sequence corresponding to the "Generalist" path can barely do it.

And Horamick is a high-sequence powerhouse of the "generalist" path!

The Horamick in front of me is not the real him, but a refined puppet. The reason why the "ghost frame" was invalid just now is because the puppet has no spirit body at all! The real Horamick should still be hanging far away... As expected of a demigod... When Klein was stunned, the archbishop walked to the high platform, bent his knees, bent his back, and turned the upside-down picture frame over come over.

Normally, when exploring a mausoleum with extraordinary factors, one should avoid bringing similar items to the front, but Horamick made the opposite choice this time.

As the picture frame was flipped, a wind suddenly blew in the closed mausoleum, blowing away the invisible confinement and silence.

The candles on the iron-colored lamp holder burned quickly and became extremely bright, but they soon came to the end of their life and melted away.

The old corpses on the ground were rapidly decomposing, emitting a stench.

In just a few seconds, the main tomb room became dark, with only the lanterns carried by the members of "Mechanical Heart" barely illuminating the front.

Horamick picked up the picture frame on the ground, and wobbled up the stairs to the high platform.

He came to the black coffin, stretched out his right palm, and pushed hard.


Creaking, amidst the sound of rubbing, a crack appeared in the heavy coffin lid, as if it hadn't been nailed on at all.

Horamick glanced down, and said with the same voice: "There is no corpse."

The picture then zoomed in, and Klein saw that the inside of the coffin was empty, with only a layer of light golden cushion on the bottom, and a worm with twelve rings was embroidered on the cushion.

At this moment, Horamick turned around, and the picture frame in his hand was reflected in the eyes of Ikanser and the others.

After just a glance, Klein's eyes suddenly froze.

It was a portrait of a young man with a smile on his lips.

He has dark eyes and black curly hair.

He has a broad forehead and a thin face.

He wears a crystal monocle.

He wears a black bonnet.

Amon!

Amon... Klein read this word in his heart.

He originally thought that the "blasphemer" who haunted the "Land Abandoned by God" Silver City was a descendant of the ancient family of Amon. He lived for more than two thousand years and was a member of the Amon family at its peak!

Old Antique... Why would he build a mausoleum for himself if he had nothing to do? Did he feign death to escape, or was there another reason, such as the marks left on his body by freezing time? He can live from the fourth era to the fifth era by plundering other people's lives? I originally guessed that he was Sequence 3 and Sequence 2. Looking at it today, Sequence 1 is not impossible. A long time will always bring about an essential improvement... Klein sometimes wonders and sometimes speculates, his thoughts are like boiling water, and he keeps muttering.

"Puppet" Horamick tugged at his throat, and accidentally pulled off a piece of skin, revealing the extremely complicated mechanical structure inside.

His voice leaked from that position, with a feeling of air leakage: "You search for the corpses on the ground, don't come near here."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop!" Ikanser and the others were visibly relieved.

Those corpses on the ground had already condensed Extraordinary characteristics, and some of them even combined with certain parts of their bodies to form terrifying magical items.

In addition, the dead carried various things with them.

The "Mechanical Heart" has gained a lot, and the "Ghost Picture Frame" and "Human Skin Shadow Features" and other items obtained before have completely made up for the crazy "scrubbing" expenses... Big investment in exchange for high returns ...Klein's gaze lingered on the ground for a while. JrNovels.com