Attributes are infinitely increasing, I dominate multiple

Just when Mycenier's palms were pushed by external forces and were about to hit his head, he suddenly opened his eyes, with a biting cold light flashing in his eyes, and he shouted coldly:

"Want to kill me? No matter who you are! Even my biological mother... you will never allow it!

"

Phew~

In an instant, a fierce murderous aura burst out from his body.

This murderous aura was so intense that even as it roared, ferocious barbs were trembling all over its body.

"die!

! "

Mycenir suddenly raised his arms with a ferocious sound, fiercely grabbed the beautiful head and the charred head on both sides of his shoulders, and then yanked forward.

Swish! He smashed the two thin and damaged bodies connected behind the two heads to the ground.

Bang!

The hard floor tiles crumbled.

The momentum of its movements was so strong that it even caused the air in the warehouse to suddenly rotate and form white mist-like vortexes of strong wind.

Immediately afterwards, he ignored the cries and pleas of the two 'mothers', with a cold face, pressed their heads and faces with both hands, and brazenly activated the highly toxic Hydra magic power in his body, roaring Filial piety erupts.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk!

!

In an instant, the horrifying sound of violent corrosion resounded throughout the entire museum.

"Ahhh! Neil, don't! Don't kill mom!"

Accompanied by extremely shrill screams, within a few seconds, most of the heads of the two 'mothers' were forcibly corroded by Mycenir using magic power.

After the pain reached the extreme, their hands even started scratching on the ground frantically, and they scratched out more than a dozen shocking ravines on the cold and hard floor tiles.

Tsk tsk tsk!

After a long time, after even the ground was corroded into two large pits connected together, Mycenir staggered to his feet.

Panting, he looked blankly at the few dry bones that had been corroded to the ground in the potholes. He raised his hands in front of his face in a state of confusion, his eyes cloudy as he looked at the mottled blood on his palms, and murmured: "I... What did I do? I killed... my mother!"

Mycenir suddenly thought of what an old wizard once said to him when he entered the 'Invisible Hand' as a wizard apprentice in his youth:

"If you want to become a wizard, you must have the awareness to no longer be a human being."

Then, his eyes became clear again, and he murmured in a low voice: "Whether it's true or false, even if it happens again, I will..."

call--

Suddenly, a dry wind blew.

In an instant, the old warehouse where Messinier was originally located, as well as the elegant and exquisite but slightly tight studio corridor outside the warehouse, and even the entire Ivory Art Museum disappeared.

Instead, there was a huge palace with unknown surroundings of Changmo Lake.

"What kind of place is this? Space teleportation? Or is it an illusion that confuses the mind?"

He suddenly put down his hands and looked around with cold eyes.

While looking around hastily, Mycenier suddenly discovered it.

This overly huge palace was filled with an extremely strong sense of decay.

Not an olfactory smell.

Rather, it is an atmosphere and image that seems to have experienced countless years, after things have declined to the extreme.

In this atmosphere of decay, masses of dark, dense fog that resembles reality are constantly overflowing and moving in all directions.

These thick fogs seemed to have the ability to completely obscure mental perception, suddenly turning Mycenir into a 'blind person'.

Helpless, he could only observe with his naked eyes with a stern expression, while the magic power surged throughout his body.

Myceniel had an ominous premonition.

Stimulated by this premonition, various speculations continued to appear in his mind:

"Could this be the tomb of a certain Yaoyang-level being from another world? Before his death, he exiled himself to the endless void outside the world? Finally, he fell into the secret realm?"

Out of caution, Mycenir did not attack randomly around him immediately.

Instead, he is always preparing, brewing, and moving forward slowly.

Just wait until you catch the real enemy, and then give the opponent a fatal blow with all your strength.

Although he was on alert, his feet were not slow.

In just half a minute, he traveled more than ten kilometers at a speed close to the speed of sound.

But the paradox is that even after walking such a long straight distance, he still failed to touch any wall of this palace.

However, after walking to this area, Mycenir also made a new discovery.

Through the layers of dense gray fog, he could faintly see a dark wooden coffin, only two meters long, quietly placed on the pitted ground more than a thousand meters away.

That wooden coffin seemed to have experienced an extremely long period of time.

From a distance, it looked like it was in a state of decay, almost falling apart.

But at this moment, an extremely decayed voice suddenly came from the coffin that was about to fall apart:

"Mycenir congratulates you for passing the test."

"Who?!"

Mycenir immediately shouted loudly, and his whole body was filled with magic power. Suddenly, a nine-headed evil dragon with a height of several hundred meters appeared. The strong wind roared, and the dense poisonous mist roared--\u003e\u003e

It moved toward the ancient black coffin more than a thousand meters away.

But as soon as the majestic evil dragon's shadow passed halfway across the distance, without even touching the outer area of ​​the coffin, it flickered and disappeared inexplicably.

And Mycenir's body miraculously crossed a distance of more than a thousand meters out of thin air and was forcibly 'brought' to the ancient coffin.

Only after arriving at such a close distance did he realize that on top of the almost falling apart black coffin, there was actually a rough puppet figure, only half a meter tall, with terrifying cracks all over his body, leaning against it.

Mycenir sensed a strong breath of life from the puppet in front of him.

"Puppet...are you talking?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice, "I guess what happened in the museum warehouse just now... was all your fault, right?"

Buzz——

The puppet's dark and sunken eyes suddenly lit up.

It sat on the black coffin. Kakaka raised his head, looked at Mycenir, who was full of vigilance, and said indifferently:

"Young man, don't be too anxious."

"Also, treat the elderly with respect."

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger and pointed it out flatly.

boom!

Mycenir's expression changed, and he suddenly felt that his body was 'frozen' on the spot by a gloomy force from the inside to the outside.

Especially the Hydra magic power that has gradually changed his own bloodline, it seems like he is dead at this moment, without any reaction at all.

"Mycenae, I have been observing you for a long time."

There was no expression on the puppet's stiff face, but there was laughter, "Actually, even if it was really your mother just now, you would never show mercy for the sake of your own life, right?"

"Some heartbreaking words have no meaning to me."

Mycenir looked at the other party with a solemn gaze, "Who are you? What are you going to do?"

The puppet did not answer his question, but sighed sadly: "As long as it exists, it cannot exist forever. In other words, this world simply does not allow eternal things to exist."

After saying these endless words, the puppet looked at Mycenir again and said indifferently:

"As you can see, I have been dead for a long time, and even this spiritual puppet...can't last much longer.

So what you just did was just a test to see if you have enough mind and are qualified to accept my inheritance.

Now it seems that your mind is no longer human and you are qualified enough to pass on my knowledge. "

"Heh." Mycenier smiled sarcastically, "With all due respect, the logical chain of this whole incident is very weak. You said you have been observing me for a long time? I will not comment on this point, so I will put it aside for now.

But how can you guarantee that I will happen to enter this secret realm? How can I be sure that I will happen to enter this art museum?

If someone else entered here, would you use a new set of rhetoric? "

It can be seen from both words that he obviously has deep doubts about the puppet's words.

I wonder if the inheritance mentioned by the other party is a disguised manipulation or even a body snatching.

"When the result is determined, the process and reasons are no longer important, or in other words, the reasons and process must give way to the result."

The puppet said slowly and calmly in an old voice, "No matter how many lines are laid out, no matter how scattered, they will always be stabilized and converged at a certain node, order will be reorganized in the chaos, and they will spread thousands of miles over the years, so that at a certain moment At this time, the already determined results are perfectly presented, and this is the beauty of witchcraft rituals.”

"So from the moment you practice the "Hydera Secret Code", no matter which secret realm you enter, no matter which building you enter, you will eventually come here and become my inheritor."

Mycenir shrank and said in shock: "So it turns out that the Secret Book of Hydera... was placed deep in the mountains by you?"

The puppet chuckled: "That secret book has had nine owners before and after, including you, it will be ten.

Faced with the method of blood sacrifice recorded in the secret book, only you have the highest talent. You have practiced all the way to the end, successfully breaking through to the morning star level, and you have no inner demons.

With this kind of state of mind, I can only say that you are born with devilish nature."

Mycenir thought deeply and said in a deep voice: "You can actually be far away from the infinite distance of the void and the separation between the secret realm and the world... Behind the scenes, you are planning to control all of this. Are you a certain lost Yaoyang-level wizard, or even... similar Like the creator god Anzel..."

"Anzel? Ha."

The puppet smiled disdainfully, "A mere false god, less than one millionth of what I was in my heyday."

"One in a million?!"

Mycenir's brain was buzzing and he said in disbelief, "You... you are a million times more powerful than a mythical wizard?!"

"No no no."

The puppet raised a finger and shook it, "You have misunderstood a concept. Although Anzel is much stronger than the Yaoyang-level wizard, he is still far away from the true mythical level.

To put it nicely, he is a near-god, but to put it worse, he is just a false god. "

"Based on this, you have already surpassed the rank of Galaxy Overlord."

Mu Cang, who was standing nearby with his hands behind his back, said, "You have reached the level of a sage in the universe."

"Cosmic Sage?"

The puppet paused, then shook his head, "No, I am not some cosmic sage. I am one of the three ancient myths of Gendaya, the god of mysteries and sorcery - Vasak."

"Gendaya? The legend of the Mayans? The so-called First Sun Epoch Civilization?"

Mu Cang raised his eyebrows and wondered, "How can everything be related to the earth? This fantasy realm is getting more and more interesting."

Then, he smiled softly at the two people who looked over: "Don't pay attention to me, you can continue chatting."

After saying this, Myceniel and --\u003e\u003e

Vassago seemed to have completely forgotten everything that had just happened, and started talking secretly again.

"The country of Gendaya you speak of?"

Mycenir frowned slightly and asked curiously, "Is it similar to the world of Anzel?"

Vasak said indifferently: "The two are not the same. The country of Gendaya is a huge world cluster composed of multiple worlds.

Among them, any world is thousands of times wider than Anzel's world.

The largest core worlds are even hundreds of millions of times larger than Anzel World. "

"This... hundreds of millions of times!"

Mycenir was shocked beyond words, "Such a huge world is only a part of the country of Gendaya, not all of it.

Then how many morning stars, shining moons, and even shining suns are there? "

After he finished digesting these contents, he asked doubtfully: "So the country of Gendaya is now..."

Vasak sighed: "All the glory of the country of Gendaya was turned into dust in that extremely ancient era."

"Then what kind of power can actually destroy the entire country of Gendaya?"

Mycenir asked in a deep voice.

Vasak was silent for a while and then said:

"The culprit who destroyed Gendaya is the evil god from the evil world outside the endless void."

"Beyond the endless void? The evil world of dust?"

When Mycenir heard these two unfamiliar words, he was immediately stunned.

Seeing his reaction, Vasak shook his head slightly: "It seems that your understanding of the endless void is lacking."

After saying that, he waved his hand, grasped a dark dust mist, and squeezed it into an irregular spherical gas cloud.

He pointed at the gas cloud and said:

"Endless years ago, in the empty nothingness, there existed a mess of irregular entities with no order.

In the lifeless interior of this entity, various conflicting forces are piled together haphazardly.

But an unknown number of years ago, after endless years, this source of chaos and conflict inexplicably released a holy and light aura.

This extremely pure and clean breath forms the endless void we are in now.

As for the source of chaos and conflict, because it lost its purity, it completely fell into an extremely filthy state from its low-level and unclean state, and was exploded into countless pieces in a terrifying big explosion. A portion of filth.

This bit of filth has become a dirty and evil world.

These great worlds are filled with low-level worlds that are twisted like spheres, billions and billions of them countless.

But in our light and holy world that bursts out of chaos, all the worlds in it are regular flat worlds with a round sky and a round earth, full of order and holiness. "