Chapter 53: The Broken Winged Angel in the Crystal Coffin

Generally, the grades of obsidian are first and intermediate.

The slightly better obsidian has a high-level grade.

The grades of Flame Obsidian and Hellfire Obsidian are the more precious fifth-level silver level. The energy contained in the unit block (Note 1) is enough to be comparable to the mental power of a silver mage.

The grade of silver obsidian is more than flame obsidian, and it is a rare sixth-level gold level. It goes without saying that the energy contained in the unit block cannot be compared with the mental power of a gold wizard, and it cannot be ranked as the sixth-level gold level. What is even more valuable is that their rare absolute light attributes have increased its value by a hundred years. Even among the same-level magic crystals, the rareness and price of silver obsidian are definitely the best.

The characteristics of mist silver obsidian are basically exactly the same as those of silver obsidian, because it is an upgraded version of silver obsidian, but the grade is higher than that of the seventh-level glorious level. This level of magic crystal is like a seventh-level glorious level mage in Dalaran. In some ways, it is a national master-level treasure. If you take out a piece, you can make all Dalaran mages fight for the scalp, let alone such a room of mist silver obsidian, which is use as building materials. If you are seen by a high-end mage who knows goods, you will definitely be vomiting blood and dying by this luxury behavior.

Fortunately, the girl Templar was not a mage, and she did not recognize that she was stepping on the extremely precious seventh-level brilliant magic crystal.

It is said that in addition to mist silver obsidian, there are eighth-level holy thunder silver obsidian and ninth-level legendary three-color silver obsidian. However, this is just a legend. So far, no one has truly confirmed their existence, at least they have never been seen on the main plane.

There are no lighting tools in the main hall at the corner of the square corner, but it is still as bright as daytime. It is the credit of the mist silver obsidian. The holy light they saw outside the door was also the light automatically emitted by the mist silver obsidian.

She did not feel any unusual energy fluctuations, which meant that there was no magic restriction around her. Even if there was, she was at least in a non-enabled state.

The other end of the simple rope was still tied to Lei Dong's waist, and there was no other existence in the middle.

What's going on?

A series of question marks appeared on Ariel's forehead. Who sent Dali who had previously pulled them in?

She had tried Lei Dong's strength before, and she was far from her opponent. The huge power just now could not resist it with the strength of her and the skeleton swordsman.

Moreover, this time it is completely different from fighting against fists. Previously, Lei Dong could use special boxing skills like shaking bags to remove Ariel's strength bit by bit, making the two look evenly matched.

It is impossible to draw them in at all. Even if Lei Dong has a lot of fighting skills, he cannot use them.

Unless you have the strength far above them, there is no other way.

This is also the most unreasonable place. Is there a ghost in the dark to help Thunder?

Don't joke, the surrounding walls are all made of mist silver obsidian filled with the power of holy light. Not to mention that ghosts cannot enter, even if they come in, they will die if they cannot stay here for two minutes.

The girl Templar's eyes accidentally swept over Lei Dong's right hand holding the simple rope. A stream of red blood was winding down the simple rope, and it had already tore the monster's skin into a tangled rope soaked. The excess blood was dripping to the ground, and Lei Dong seemed to have no idea about all this.

The wound should have been pulled hard and was strangled by a simple rope.

"Is the previous terrifying pulling force emitted by Lei Dong himself?" The girl Templar's eyes couldn't help but narrow. If this was the case, she would have to re-evaluate the strength of the mysterious boy who looked strange. That explosive power was really terrifying. In other words, in the previous fight, this guy deliberately hid his strength? It makes no sense. Hiding his strength in actual combat is the most crazy behavior. Punting rabbits also emphasizes the power of fighting lions, let alone a confrontation between warriors.

There is a square coffin that is half a person tall in the middle of the rectangular hall. Its appearance is not much different from that of an ordinary coffin. The only difference is the material between the two.

Coffins can be divided into many types according to their material, including sarcophagus, wooden coffins, gold coffins, silver coffins, copper coffins, and even iron coffins.

However, the above materials are all weaker than the materials of the coffin in front of you.

The coffin in front of me was crystal clear and shining with a moving luster under the soft holy light. It was a very rare crystal coffin. The entire crystal coffin was one meter five meters high, two meters wide and three meters long. It seemed to be carved from a huge and complete piece of crystal, and there was no trace of artificial trace on it.

What really attracted the attention of the girl Templar was not the precious crystal coffin, but the person in the crystal coffin. No, to be more precise, it was an angel, a winged angel. The pair of white angel wings behind her were irregularly distorted in shape. That situation was like being caught and broken.

The place where the angel's wings were broken was surging this faint black mist. Although the black mist was faint, it was filled with a coldness and evil that could not be described in words. Even a faint trace of power emitted from it made the girl Templar feel that she was being targeted by a very vicious undead, and she would swallow her up at any time. She didn't dare to stare at the broken wings for too long. She was afraid that if she continued to push down, her soul would be hooked away by the evil spirit inside.

The black mist was like a living creature, sucking and spitting through the white broken wings. It was it that hindered the holy light from repairing the angel wings.

Otherwise, how could the angel, who is known as the strongest recovery ability among the six realms, have a broken wing?

The angel with a winged wing was like falling asleep, lying quietly in the crystal coffin, with her beautiful face slightly frowning, showing that she was suffering great pain even in her sleep. Her curved wings not only did not make her ugly, but instead added a speechless and delicate atmosphere to her, making people feel pity.

She is indeed the most beautiful creature among the six realms. She has a beautiful face that turns all living beings into a concave and concave and perfect figure. Her snow-white and flawless skin is like milk just squeezed out. She is white and crystal clear, without any trace of flaws. Her whole body exudes an unspeakable maternal holy aura. Even as a woman, the girl Templar can't help but fall in love with her beauty and cannot feel jealous.

The only thing that makes people uncomfortable is that the body of the angel of the Wing is also covered with smoke similar to the black fog at the angel of the Wing. Although this mist is much lighter than the black fog, it still makes the appearance of the angel of the Wing appear faintly. When you think you see her clearly, you will find that everything seems to be just imagined out of thin air. Whether this angel of the Wing is what he sees is not sure. The cold and evil energy fluctuations in the black smog are exactly the same.

When I saw this crystal coffin and the winged angel, Ariel's heart began to swell. In her blank memory, countless things were rolling wildly like a volcano preparing to erupt, and were about to burst out at any time.

Just when the girl Templar thought that her memory could be recovered, the memory that was about to erupt suddenly shrank back. The feeling was like a bucket of water was about to be lifted up, but suddenly the rope broke and the whole bucket of water fell back to the bottom of the well. The depressed feeling almost made her vomit blood.

The whole memory is still blank. The memory that may have been lost is so fierce that it can't recall anything.

However, this crystal coffin and the winged angel gave her a very intimate and familiar feeling. Seeing her it seemed like suddenly finding an important matter that had been lost for a long time. The moment she saw the winged angel, the girl Templar knew that the person in front of her was all the people she guarded and was willing to sacrifice her life to protect.

But what is the relationship between them?

Lei Dong's eyes were now staring at the folded winged angel in the crystal coffin, and tears could not be suppressed.

If you observe carefully, you will find that Lei Dong's eyes are not shining at all. It is obvious that his soul is not in his body.

If you talk about Lei Dong’s current state, you have to start from the beginning.

Before, Lei Dong was exploring the way forward and was not blocked when he passed through the gate.

The moment she saw clearly the situation in the hall, Lei Dong's eyes were attracted by the crystal coffin in the center of the hall, or rather the folded winged angel.

At first glance, Lei Dong was sure that the mysterious summoning in the dark was sent out from her.

It was clearly an extremely unfamiliar face, but Lei Dong felt an extremely familiar aura on her body. This familiar feeling was like an invisible bond. This bond was not much different from Lei Dong's bloodline parents. It did not come from the body, but from the depths of the soul. It seemed that their souls had become familiar with each other tens of thousands of years ago.

Lei Dong had moved his footsteps unconsciously and arrived in front of the crystal coffin.

The moment Lei Dong touched the crystal coffin with his hands, the necklace hanging on the chest of the folded winged angel suddenly shot out a colorful light, as if an invisible vortex appeared out of thin air, sucking Lei Dong's soul into a brand new space.

By the time Lei Dong came to his senses, the scene in front of him had completely changed.

There is no silver obsidian hall, no crystal coffin, no winged angel.

There is only a garden full of flowers. The only thing that makes Lei Dong regret is that this garden is not full of flowers, but all the flowers are covered with a faint black air, which is sick and seems to wither and die at any time.

A beautiful song came from behind Lei Dong, using a language that Lei Dong could not understand at all, so naturally there was no way to understand the meaning of the lyrics. The tune was something that Lei Dong had never heard before, but the rhythm was quite familiar, and this familiarity also originated from the bones and could not be explained in words.

To be honest, Lei Dong encountered this feeling the most in his lifetime. Even if he had it before, it would be fleeting.
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