Secret: The Witch's House Traitor

It is a picture frame hanging about seven or eight meters in front. It is brown in color, with obvious wood texture, and only the side is exposed for the time being.

That is the 'ghost frame' belonging to the Amon family. As long as you walk into its range and are reflected inside it, your spirit will instantly separate from the flesh and blood and become a portrait, sealed inside it forever. In this state, even if the portrait is replaced, there is no corresponding way to save it.

If the seal lasts too long and the body has died, the spirit will quickly dissipate even if the correct method to remove the seal is mastered.

Lin Nuo watched from afar without taking any action. The two wronged souls drilled directly from the ground to the back of the 'ghost frame', without leaving any reflection on the glass surface of the frame.

boom!

The picture frame was turned upside down, and two ragged skeleton soldiers walked over, took off their tattered leather armor, put the "ghost picture frame" in it, and then trotted back and handed it to the headless knight who was protecting the crimson chariot.

After the tall headless knight took the picture frame, the half-human, half-snake evil spirit reached out and pressed on the picture frame and sealed it with the breath of the underworld. After confirming that it was safe, the two undead creatures handed the spoils to the monarch on the chariot.

"You two did well."

After Lin Nuo took the brown ghost frame, the ring on his fingertips emitted a faint glow, and the flowing shadow enveloped the entire ghost frame like a tide, and no light could penetrate it.

Lin Nuo originally thought that even two demigod-level undead creatures would suffer a great loss in front of the 'Ghost Frame'.

At least a large number of low-level undead creatures would be consumed as cannon fodder to easily resolve the issue.

Who knows...Lin Nuo still underestimated their sensitivity to danger...as well as the racial talents and survival wisdom of the undead.

"The last level makes people age quickly and steals time, so the picture frame is even more meaningless to the dead."

"Even though I only have half a year left to live, if I were to touch you I would die and become a creature of the underworld, living on in the world."

Lin Nuo couldn't help but shake his head and sigh after putting away the 'Ghost Frame'.

Although he bought three years of life from the two little girls.

But that is just vitality, not time.

Stealing time is the power that only Sequence 1 Time Worms have.

Chapter 252 Time is like water

Lin Nuo gave an instruction to the two demigod-level undeads and walked forward on his own, heading towards the entrance to the main tomb chamber at the end of the corridor.

There was a black stone door with patterns that looked like they were cut by knives and axes, and a gray-white disc was inlaid in the middle.

The surface of the disk is divided into twelve grids, with a black pointer, just like a clock in the outside world.

However, the grids were not evenly distributed on the disk. Some were large and some were small, which was extremely inconsistent. Moreover, half of each grid was covered with shadows.

"The coat of arms of the Amon family."

The third-ranked angel family in the early days of the Tudor Dynasty.

While Lin Nuo was thinking, the tall headless knight pushed open the stone door without any protection.

The heavy stone door opened, revealing an extremely spacious tomb chamber.

There is a high platform in the center of the tomb chamber, on which is placed a dark black coffin.

There were iron lamp stands on the walls all around, holding up white candles that were still burning quietly.

All the candle flames were not flickering, and it was so quiet that it seemed like a frozen picture, with no signs of having been washed away by a thousand or two thousand years.

In the straight line from the stone gate to the coffin, there were corpses lying one after another. Some of them were wearing black woolen coats and half-high silk hats, while others were dressed like ordinary workers with peaked caps. It was obvious that they were people who had entered here in recent years.

"Once you become a Sequence 2 angel, you will become a complete mythical creature."

"Not to mention infinite lifespan, at least I've never heard of an angel dying of old age."

Lin Nuo looked at the corpses on the ground, all of which had sparse white hair, dry and wrinkled skin, and obvious spots, like the corpses of old men in their eighties or nineties.

"Go and turn the top picture frame over."

Lin Nuo looked forward, his eyes stopped on an upside-down picture frame at the bottom of the platform. He spoke to the headless knight who was guarding beside him.

After receiving the order, the Headless Knight walked towards the platform, one step, two steps, three steps. His pace began to slow down, his movements became a little stiff, and the flames flickering in his eyes dimmed slightly.

Although this frame that can steal time is powerful, it can only do so much without anyone in charge. The undead creatures belonging to the underworld do not have much sense of the passage of time.

As Lin Nuo watched silently, the Headless Knight walked to the platform, bent his knees, bent his waist, and turned the upside-down picture frame over.

As the picture frame flipped, wind suddenly blew up inside the sealed mausoleum, blowing away the invisible confinement and silence.

The candles on the iron lampstands burned quickly and became extremely bright, but soon came to the end of their lives and melted away.

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

In just a few seconds, the main tomb chamber became dim, leaving only the flickering flames in the eyes of rows of skeleton soldiers, still emitting a kind of cold glow.

The headless knight held the picture frame and presented it to the scarlet priest on the chariot.

The red priest looked at the spiritual fire in the tall knight's eyes which had dimmed a lot, and raised his finger slightly. The phantom of the summoning gate leading directly to the underworld, which had been maintained all the time, appeared next to the headless knight.

The breath of the underworld poured in, and a few white translucent feathers appeared in the palm of the red priest. He blew gently, and a small number of white feathers fell on the skeleton of the headless knight to make up for its previous consumption. Most of the white feathers fell on the front of the portrait and blended into it little by little.

The front of this frame features a portrait of Amun.

The painting shows a young man with a smile on his face.

He had dark eyes, curly black hair, a broad forehead, a thin face, a crystal monocle, and a black pointed hat.

Little crow!

Lin Nuo curled his lips and continued to mobilize the power of the underworld to seal the picture frame.

It's not too late to study the things Amon left behind as an extra layer of insurance before using them.

Holding this picture frame in his hand, Lin Nuo would be able to live for a long time even if he did not become a saint.

He doesn't need to worry about the issue of kryptonian life now. When he runs out of time, he can go and borrow some from others in a friendly manner.

Even if these kind-hearted people unfortunately die, Lin Nuo can still help them arrange a position in the underworld, saving them decades of detours compared to others.

Lin Nuo put away the portrait of the little crow and climbed up the stairs step by step to the platform.

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

With a creaking and friction sound, a crack appeared on the heavy coffin lid, as if it had not been nailed shut at all.

"No experience monsters?"

"Or did this clone feel bored lying in the coffin for so long that it committed suicide to protest to the original body?"

The inside of the coffin was empty, except for a layer of light golden cushion at the bottom, on which was embroidered a worm with twelve rings on its body.

Lin Nuo looked at the Time Worm that was deader than dead and couldn't help but speculate to himself.

Forget it, I picked up the Time Bug for free, I would rather miss it.

Lin Nuo took out a cigarette box, stuffed the Time Worm into it, and applied a layer of seal.

"Sort out the extraordinary characteristics revealed by the corpse on the ground."

Lin Nuo took a look at the corpses on the ground, which had already condensed extraordinary properties, as well as some of them combined with certain parts of the body to form terrifying magical objects, and said lightly.

Among these extraordinary properties and magical items, there are no special items that exceed the medium and low sequences.

Lin Nuo now looked down on these things. The final disposal of these extraordinary characteristics was just to keep a small part of them with collection value, and let Elisa and Sharon sell the rest, which only added a few zeros to his personal savings.

"Earl Hall might be willing to take over this useless garbage."

Lin Nuo muttered to himself silently, withdrew his gaze from the low-level undead creatures under the platform, and walked towards the wall on the other side of the coffin.

These murals have become mottled in large areas due to rapid weathering, leaving only a relatively complete one that still retains color, allowing people to barely see the content.

It describes a majestic and continuous mountain range, on the highest peak of which stands a huge cross that is taller than the mountain.

A majestic and tall figure is vaguely visible in front of it, and the mountains are like pets crawling at its feet.

Two angels with twelve wings on their backs, each holding a baby.

The one with black eyes is Amon, and the one with golden eyes is Adam.

But...these have no appeal to Lin Nuo.

He paid more attention to another place, somewhere else in the mountains, where there was a vague depiction of a giant with chains and a dragon with its feet bound, unable to land forever.

Lin Nuo was slightly dissatisfied with the way the Ancient Sun God dealt with the defeated supernatural race.

He felt that the Ancient Sun God was a bit of a waste of resources.

Rather than imprisoning them for show, it would be better to send them all out to mine.

Just preserve the racial genes of giants and dragons.

The survival of these two populations is irrelevant.

Just make a batch when you need it.

Lin Nuo walked around the tomb again and found a stone door with only its outline standing hidden in the corner.

Lin Nuo stretched out his hand and pressed on the stone door. A faint blue light flashed and he opened the door directly to see the scene inside.

Deep blue waves surged forward, one after another, where there was a black mist so thick that it looked like liquid.

A jagged mountain peak protruded from the mist, with slime constantly flowing down.

Behind this mountain, the black fog is endless and there is no end in sight.

Its bottom also has no limit. The deeper you look, the deeper it feels, as if once something falls, it will always fall.

"abyss?"

Lin Nuo frowned slightly as he looked at the entrance to the abyss.

He naturally knew about the abyss, which is the "dark side of the universe" where demons and even gods can be corrupted, and it evolved from Australia.

Demons who have not reached the level of angels can also respond to the summoner with the help of the special characteristics of the abyss.

But the problem is that the River of Eternal Darkness can cause even true gods to sink because it is the source of energy.

What is the source of the pollution in the abyss?

Lin Nuo couldn't figure it out for the time being so he decided to destroy it first.

The entrance to the abyss is of no use to him for the time being.

Since Amon can use the characteristics of the abyss to avoid some sights and travel back and forth quickly.

Then let’s destroy it first.

"You can go back."

Lin Nuo turned around and gave instructions to the group of undead creatures waiting below the platform.

He did not open the summoning gate this time. There was no need to do so. The first time was just for experiment.

At the 6th level of the Death Path, the Necromancer begins to venture into the spirit world.

How could two demigod-level undead creatures not be able to sense the underworld?

After these low-level undead creatures leave the underworld, their perception will become blurred due to the changes that occurred in the underworld after the death of the god of death.

But the two demigod spirits can’t get lost when they lead their followers back, right?

hum!hum!

The two demigod-level undead creatures in the lead bowed their heads and accepted orders from the red priest on the platform, then opened a door to the underworld and left with their families.

After Lin Nuo saw the underworld creatures that were occupying the space leave, he flew far away in the direction away from the gate of the abyss.

"I come, I see, I record."

With a hint of coldness and cruelty in his eyes, he summoned the Book of Records and tore off a page from it.

woo-

A strong whistling sound suddenly echoed in the closed room. The violent wind collided with the air, making an explosive sound. A terrifying hurricane visible to the naked eye appeared, swirling and entwining. The huge tornado hit the stone gate leading to the abyss with the power to destroy everything.

Rumble!

Lin Nuo's figure in a crimson robe flashed and disappeared in the Tomb of Amon and appeared on the rushing river bend.

"I still feel more comfortable using the extraordinary ability of the Tyrant Path."

Lin Nuo let out a satisfied moan and stretched lazily, feeling comfortable.

This simple, crude and unreasonable aesthetic of violence gives people a really refreshing feeling when fighting.

There is no need to consider any tactics. It is enough to drive the violent waves and electromagnetic storms to destroy everything that dares to stand in your way.