Temple of Madness

Chapter 224

Chapter 223
"How to open this door?" Versail asked in confusion.

A seal appeared in the hand of Caesar the Great. Since this seal is the key that can open the door of space, it must be able to open the door.

This so-called seal was discovered by Julius Caesar on the body of a local general when he was fighting a few years ago. He didn't pay much attention to it at the beginning, he just thought it was a very ordinary seal, but when he burned the body with flames When I was born, everything on my body turned into coke, only this seal survived.

Out of curiosity, Caesar tried his best to destroy it no matter what method he used.

After searching many ancient books and using the power of his own private army, he finally found out the origin of this seal, which may have something to do with the mighty Ice God thousands of years ago.

Caesar put the seal in his hand on a groove next to the ice crystal gate, and suddenly saw that the seal emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the entire dark tunnel, and at the same time, all the rust on it suddenly fell off, revealing The original face.

This is a seal that also shines with a special light, and it seems to have retained the glory of the Ice God for thousands of years, with infinite brilliance.

Rumble!
The ice crystal gate finally opened slowly, and the tomb that had been covered in dust for thousands of years finally saw the light of day today!

What is strange is that after the door was opened, there was no quaint atmosphere, but a freshness, as if it had just been buried.

Generally speaking, there will be a decaying smell in the tomb to some extent, which is the product of the fermentation of the corpse after years of erosion.

After entering the main tomb, the scene inside fell into his eyes. Zhang Yang saw an ice crystal coffin, but the coffin was on the flat ground, and there was a platform behind it. On the platform was a blue staff, the staff Frozen by ice crystals, suspended in mid-air, there is a huge sapphire in the middle, which is brilliant and breathtaking.

The most important thing is a book next to the staff. The book seems to have spirituality, slowly rotating in mid-air, exuding powerful energy, which seems to be able to affect people's minds.

Just standing here, Zhang Yang can feel the changes in his mental power, taking two deep breaths, the barriers of mental power are vaguely loosened.

He looked at the book above with fiery eyes. If there is no guess, it must be

"Grimoire"!
"Finally found you." Julius Caesar was overjoyed. Generally, emperors are rarely moved by things, but after reading this book, he finally couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart.

Not only him, but also Versaille and the three Forbidden Curse Mage behind him, all of them had greed in their eyes.

"Go up and have a look." Caesar ordered.

"Yes!" The three forbidden curse mages took the order. They looked at each other and saw the crazy look that the other party was fancying.

He also coveted the magic tome very much, if he could get it, wouldn't it be easy to get the realm of the god of law?
However, if there is no unknown ahead, then can it be their turn to do this kind of thing?At this time, the role of cannon fodder is highlighted.

The three of them walked forward slowly, with the staffs in their hands across their chests, ready to deal with possible changes at any time.

Just when they reached the ice crystal coffin, a sudden change occurred!

I saw an ice cone as thick as a thousand-year-old giant tree suddenly stabbing out on the ground, and the three of them didn't even have time to scream, they were directly stabbed into a cloud of blood mist,
Clang, the staff lost control and fell to the ground. The sound was very crisp, and the sound hit the hearts of everyone present.

"Sure enough." Zhang Yang nodded slightly. The Ice God wouldn't just hand over his inheritance to others. He didn't even pass on his own children, so how could he let others get it casually?
Zhang Yang should be able to guess the main purpose of leaving this tomb. From the disintegration of the Ice God Empire ten thousand years ago, he can analyze that the Ice God must be extremely disappointed with his descendants, knowing that if such a god is placed in their hands It will definitely decline, and the emergence of "Grimoire" will definitely cause a bloodbath.

Therefore, it is also for the sake of future generations, and it is stored in one's own tomb, leaving it to future generations.Bring your heritage back to light.

The previous series can also be regarded as tests. Of course, there is no such level of strength as a Forbidden Curse Mage. Even if you come in, it is for nothing.

The Ice God will not leave his inheritance to a waste.

There were only two people left. Caesar frowned and looked at the three huge ice cones in front of him. He suddenly realized that it was not so easy to get the inheritance.

"Vansaier, it's your turn." There was an undeniable sense of rejection in Emperor Caesar's words.

Versail had a hesitant look on his face, and it could be seen that he was still timid.

"Don't you want to disobey my order?" Caesar snorted coldly, staring at Versailles with scorching eyes.

"I dare not!" Versail bowed his body, with a look of helplessness flashing in his eyes. Although he was the most loyal look of Emperor Caesar, he was still a victim after all.

Following in the footsteps of the three of them, he walked forward slowly, and when he faced the three thick ice picks, he had obvious hesitation on his face.

Then he continued to move forward, when passing by the ice crystal coffin, he suddenly stopped, turned his head away, smiled grimly, the look in his eyes seemed to be taken away, he looked extremely terrifying.

Julius Caesar was unmoved, and just looked at Versailles calmly.

Versailles may also be a tragic figure. There are many stories in his eyes. When he saw the expression of Julius Caesar, he was completely disappointed.

So, he continued to walk up the steps.

tread!tread!
The sound of footsteps came to Zhang Yang's ears clearly, and his heart was beating drums. Could it be that there is only one trap and mechanism?
The rhythm of the voice and the rhythm of the heart unexpectedly reached a strange harmony. Versaille's footsteps were very steady, each step was firmly on the stairs, and then he continued to take the next step.

Just as he was stepping on the last step, a magic circle suddenly appeared and ejected Versaille's body fiercely.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and Versail was knocked into the air without even having time to react, and his body fell towards the ice pick.

"No! Great Emperor! Help me!" Versaille hastily used a flame dragon to strike the ice cone.

It's just that this flame is so powerless in front of the ice cone, it just knocks down a little ice scum.

With a look of desperation in his eyes, Versail looked at Emperor Caesar at the last moment, with relief flashing in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved so strangely.

Stab it!

Versaille's body was directly pierced by the ice pick, he snorted, his whole body arched like a slingshot, after struggling for a while, he lost all defenses, hung upside down on the ice pick, his eyes widened, Staring at Julius Caesar.

(End of this chapter)