Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

"No matter what, running away is the best option."

Then, the situation turned into a desperate sprint as Domi and his companions ran for their lives, while a large group of desiccated corpses chased after them, brandishing tetanus blades.

Countless suits of armor clashed against each other, surging towards them like a torrent of metal, devouring everything in their path.

After experiencing it firsthand, I found that the sense of oppression tonight was indeed much stronger than last night. Maybe the number of these mummies is really slowly increasing.

Before they could think much about it, after running all night, the blurry outline of a towering building was already faintly visible on the horizon.

Domi cheered, "Quick, give it your all! We can see our destination now!"

After running non-stop for so long, apart from him, who was a physical monster, Toor, Forty-Seven, and Afu were all fatigued to varying degrees, with Afu being the most severely fatigued.

He was panting heavily, his movements were distorted, and his gaze was as unfocused as a broken egg yolk.

"Hold on, Afu, we're almost there! Don't give up!"

"No...don't...worry...about me!"

"I'll just treat it as exercise, hahaha!"

The presence of shills can always dispel the atmosphere of danger; if you were a horror level designer, you'd probably hate these kinds of people the most.

This is also what Domi appreciates about the toddler; after all, not everyone can be so carefree.

Just as they could clearly see the outer walls of the palace and felt that hope was within reach, a pillar of light filled with intense light magic descended from the sky, like a space-based weapon.

Judging from the trajectory of the attack, it's definitely aimed at them!

"Damn it, someone attacked!" he roared, then without hesitation shoved Afu, whose reaction time had slowed considerably, aside.

With their skills, Tuo'er and Forty-Seven naturally didn't need his help.

next second.

Boom! !

The beam of light struck the spot where they had been standing, creating a deep crater, within which raging light magic continued to rage.

At the same time, a man standing on the palace wall, dressed in a white and gold robe, shook his head in disappointment.

"Father, your accuracy isn't very good!"

A rather handsome winged man emerged from the shadows, seemingly making a small mockery of the priest-dressed fellow.

"They are very skilled, unlike those small fry from before."

"Since you can't do it, then let me do it. The number above my head is still a little short of 4."

However, the priest stopped the winged man just as he was about to make a move:

"According to the temporary agreement, since they were able to evade the first time, they should be allowed to enter. The number of mummies is increasing daily, and we need more combat power."

"Tch..." The winged man clicked his tongue, but out of pride, he ultimately gave up on finishing off the enemy.

Thanks to the fact that the people inside the palace stopped attacking, they had a chance to catch their breath and ran all the way to the palace gate. Looking up, they saw that the palace was indeed magnificent.

The palace is named "Sultaniya," and the plaque above the gate is written in the large script of the Xisha people.

From the outside, it can be roughly divided into three main layers.

The first floor is somewhat like a fortress, square in shape.

The second level is surrounded by a series of huge archways, forming a hexagonal shape with three archways on each side, seemingly a long corridor running from front to back, beyond which nothing can be seen.

The top level is a huge elliptical dome, with six stone pillars extending upwards from each corner of the second level.

The palace is predominantly earth-toned, except for its dome, which is a striking indigo blue.

At this moment, the towering gates of the palace were tightly closed, and the four people looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Hey kid, the people inside just attacked us! Do you still want to go in?"

"What other way is there... Let me put it another way, are you facing these countless mummies, or the creatures inside?"

Tor immediately chose to fight the people inside head-on, which was at least easier than dealing with this endless horde of dried corpses.

"That's settled then. Come on, let's blast this door open together! Forty-Seven and Afu, move to the back."

"oh oh……"

Domi also took a step back, giving himself enough space to exert his strength.

He focused his energy in his dantian, assumed a ready-to-punch stance, pulled his right hand back, and then took a deep breath, condensing terrifying spirit-devouring energy in his hand.

The eerie aura emanating from this energy sent chills down Tori's spine; it turned out he really hadn't used his full strength back then...

He quickly shook his head; the most important thing right now was to break down the gates and hide inside the palace.

Thus, the power of thunder was also gathered within the two axes.

Seemingly sensing the powerful energy fluctuations outside the door, the door slowly opened a crack, which gradually widened.

But it was too late. The force exerted was like water spilled out; it could not be taken back!

Tor's light wave was the first to hit, and the violent lightning directly blasted open the incredibly slow-opening gate, followed closely by Domi's fist wave.

The deep blue energy coalesced into a roaring dragon head, which rushed straight into the palace.

Inside, those standing on either side only saw a ferocious dragon head fly past, completely eroding all the magic power in its path, with blue ash drifting like flower petals.

The wall that was hit was blasted into a crater with a diameter of four meters.

That scene was both terrifying and dazzling.

Can a wave generated by a punch really be this powerful...?

Although the wave didn't hit the door, the door opened by itself, so in the end, it didn't make any difference.

Domi quickly beckoned the three of them to come inside with him, and instructed them to put on an expression as if their enemies had come knocking, and to put up as much pressure as possible.

In the dim candlelight, four people slowly emerged from the shadows, their faces grim and their menacing aura causing those around them to hesitate.

"Gulp... (swallows saliva)"

"They... don't seem like people to mess with."

"Be more confident. Take away the 'seems' part; this is another group of big shots."

Domi walked at the front, his black trench coat billowing even without wind, his black and white mask exuding authority. He slowly began to speak:

"Who attacked us just now?"

There was only silence; no one dared to make a sound.

"Then I'll assume it was all of you who did it together."

Just as Domi drew his Night Slayer sword to kill those who didn't seem to be the murderers, a voice came from the steps not far away, and a white and gold robe could be faintly seen.

"Everyone, please calm down. The beam of light we just saw was actually released by me."

This person has short brown hair and a long face, but his features are relatively peaceful. However, his eyes are very small and seem to have a dangerous squinty look.

He walked up to Domi, placed one hand on his heart, and bowed to him—a greeting custom of the Holy Ifamur Faith.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. I hope you were prepared before you attacked us."

Domi's voice was deep, and his murderous aura overflowed like water. As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the priest like a ghost, and no one could see his taillights!

With a single breath, he thrust Night Slaughter towards the priest.

In the blink of an eye, a shield shimmering with holy light appeared around the priest, blocking the attack. However, Domi's attack was no joke; the shield shattered after only a brief moment of resistance.

This caused the priest to show a slightly surprised expression.

However, it's not a big deal, since it's just a shield he created in a second and doesn't have much strength to begin with.

Similarly, Domi only made a trial run.

Realizing that this guy was difficult to deal with and that he himself wasn't in the best condition, Domi chose to land a short distance away, and the two faced off from a distance.

"What is your name?" the priest asked with a forced smile.

“A death omen,” Domi said casually.

"Mr. Death Omen, why don't you listen to my explanation first? There might be some misunderstanding here."

"explain."

With his squinty eyes still displaying an innocent and harmless demeanor, he said:

"After we occupied this palace, we made a temporary agreement—"

"Once others arrive, those of us who set the rules will take turns attacking them. Those who are weak will undoubtedly become numbers above our heads; those who are strong, like you and your teammates, will be welcomed into our ranks."

"In addition, we also used this gate to test the opponent's strength a second time."

"It's clear that you've passed the test and become one of us."

At this moment, Domi sensed a pair of winged people on another staircase, a forest elf druid hiding in a corner, and a snow leopard half-orc leaning against the archway on the second floor, seemingly dozing.

They deliberately released their auras for Domi to sense, even though Domi had already noticed. However, this was still a form of expression without hostility.

But can the other party just say a few words to themselves and turn the page on the matter of their ambush?

Obviously not.

Domi gave a cold laugh, and said in a sarcastic tone, "A strong person?"

He glanced around and said, "I don't think any of these guys can take a single blow from me. You call these guys strong?"

"Then you are nothing but a rabble."

The priest and the winged people didn't react at all after hearing this, but those guys who were mocked by Domi were all indignant. They were adventurers with a certain reputation, how could they tolerate being mocked like this?

Many people have already started to retaliate.

Domi quietly aimed at the loudest guy and threw the Night Slayer, triggering the weapon's built-in function: a stealthy throwing knife, making it even more deadly.

The man was completely unaware, but the priest moved at that moment.

The holy light illuminated the area, making the invisible throwing knife nowhere to hide, and at the same time, he pinched the blade with two fingers before the knife pierced his neck.

This sudden turn of events startled the troll so much that he fell to the ground.

If the priest had been a second later, would he have lost his life?

The priest was also a little unhappy, but he still patiently said, "Mr. Death, is what you're doing...?"