Dean stopped at the end of the staircase, not really going down the staircase, he was carefully observing the corridors on either side, and Dean hoped to find the difference—however, it was clear that the builders had not left such a flaw for the later ones, and the horizontal corridor divided into left and right was exactly the same.

As for taking one route first, probing, and then, returning the way you came?

In doing so, Dean was sure that the builder was on guard.

If he could, he would never do it.

For that would only put him in greater danger - with the width of the corridor, and the steel-like fence with gaps, but only arms stretching out; Undoubtedly, once you enter it, it is a natural prison; And if you make a mistake, or on the way back, there is a round rockfall.

Then, the person who enters it has no other possibility than to be crushed into a pulp.

As for the gold level of the zài?

Since there is such a falling rock, then the gold-level storage zài is naturally taken into account.

Dean looked at the slight angle at which the floor of the hallway was slightly sloping, and wondered to himself - of course, it was indistinguishable from the outside.

Whether it's a steel fence or a stone foundation, it will make you look horizontal.

If it weren't for the distortion of the shadows from the magic lights, Dean wouldn't have seen anything wrong with it.

However, this kind of now, apart from confirming his own speculation, does not really help Dean, and he still needs to make a choice-

"Left, or right?"

Dean pondered.

This deliberation lasted for several minutes, but Dean still didn't make a choice.

"What would that guy do?"

When he couldn't come up with a convincing answer from his own perspective, Dean began to shift his perspective - he put his perspective on the Prince of Gosse.

"He must have taken with him a considerable number of men, but he could not have chosen to test the two sides separately, nor even on this step—for, if the mechanism had been touched, it would be all the confines of the trap; So, he is a one-time pass guò here...... What is it that makes that guy so sure? ”

Dean pondered, his eyes roaming back and forth in the hallways to the left and right.

Then, his gaze went straight to the left!

No, no, not on the left, but in the north!

The only regret in the life of the conquering king is the journey to the kingdom of the White Night, and in the end, he suffered an unexpected failure; Therefore, until the death, the emperor was obsessed with this, and wanted to lead his knights to level the entire White Night Kingdom; In the end, even his own grave was built in the snowy jungle closest to the white night.

Well, if you give a choice of going north or south.

For those Gosai royal families who inherited the will of the conquering king, naturally there is no need to think about it.

North, continue north, and embark on the path of the ancestors.

As for to the south?

Shrinking is not the style of conquering kings, so dying there is inevitable.

Obviously, as a descendant of the conquering king, whether or not the prince of Gaosai inherited the will of the conquering king, the other party was quite clear about what the conquering king wanted.

Therefore, the other party can choose the right one time.

"I see!"

Dean took a deep breath and stepped down, heading down the hallway to the north.

Dean was very careful, and although he thought he had made the right choice, some worries still kept him going, and after stepping into the hallway, about ten feet, a special force began to appear-

[Suppressed by unknown forces, began to judge ......]

[Will judgment failed ......]

[Within the range of unknown strength, all attributes are weakened by 5o%]

The hint on the character panel made Dean's whole body sink, and the feeling of weakening his state made Dean, who was almost injured, fall to his knees.

At the same time, Dean also understands the treatment of gold-level knights here.

If the weakening is the same, then the Golden Knight, who has been weakened by half, obviously can't be regarded as gold, and if the material of the falling stone is more special, it is not impossible to crush one or two Golden Knights.

"These lines ......"

Dean, whose attributes were weakened, did not move forward at the first time, but stopped and stood in place, adapting to his physical state at the moment.

At the same time, his gaze began to look around.

After all, such a 'force field' could never have appeared for no reason.

Then, Dean showed some inexplicable lines on the floor where he was standing; Not only on the point where he stood, but also on the walls and ceilings of the entire corridor.

It is a pattern of magic carved out of a subtle technique - filled with magical power that Dean cannot understand.

Undoubtedly, this is the work of some great wizard or wizards.

Dean didn't want to spoil the lines.

Since they were able to be revealed in this way, it showed that the builders were not worried about the patterns being destroyed—whether they could not be destroyed, or if they were intentionally destroyed, they would trigger other traps, which Dean did not want to see.

So Dean walked cautiously and slowly again.

However, these magic patterns, Dean carefully imprinted them in his mind - although he couldn't understand what they were now, but the extraordinary nature of these magic patterns had already made Dean understand the value of them.

What's more, he doesn't know; It doesn't mean that other people don't know, on the Secret Law Island of the Free Federation, as far as he knows, there are several masters who have studied some magic patterns deeply.

Moreover, even if nothing is found on the Secret Law Island, Sky City will not let him down.

Of course, that's for later!

Now, Dean is just cautiously moving forward and recording at the same time.

The distance of thousands of feet had made Dean walk for more than half an hour, and in addition to worrying about other traps, Dean needed to record the magic patterns in them.

Relying on his life as a test subject on the Arcane Law Island, Dean has a considerable understanding of some magic and mystical knowledge.

As a result, even though it was hard to read, Dean memorized the magic patterns completely.

In fact, apart from the initial difficulties and the fact that there were a few difficulties in remembering the position of a similar core later, the rest was a breeze for Dean.

However, this ease reminded Dean of his days as a test subject.

The memory made Dean frown—it was clear that it wasn't a good memory.

Shaking his head quickly, Dean pressed the inappropriate memory to the bottom of his heart for a while, and began to focus all his attention on the things in front of him-

At this moment, Dean was already standing at the end of the corridor.

It was a stone door, three people tall—much higher than the corridor, so that, walking near the stone door, an upward arc appeared on the ceiling.

This arc not only did not make the stone gate appear abrupt, but on the contrary, it made the entire stone gate open higher and higher.

After carefully checking it and making sure that there were no traps, Dean chose to approach the half-stone door in front of him and pushed it open.

Squeak......

With the slight tooth acid of the door shaft turning, the half-stone door was completely opened under the push of Dean's palm.

A layer of golden light replaced the original, slightly blue magical light, and Dean's eyes were completely filled with gold—a tall twenty-foot-tall golden throne, where a burly man was sitting.

His countenance was razor-sharp, with an infinite majesty.

The crown was placed on it, and after the hands were folded in front of the chest, it was supported by a long sword, the blade of which was seven feet long, and the width of the blade was longer than the palm of an adult's hand.

Undoubtedly, this is a long sword for thousands of people to donate blood if they eat too long.

Conquer the King's Sabre!

Naturally, the one who sits on the throne with his hands supported is naturally the king of conquest.

Dean stood under the throne and watched the other side silently - although the emperor had been dead for many years, the other party's power was still there.

Even if Dean was dozens of feet away from the other party, he still felt a pressure.

There is not only the coercion of the strong, but also the coercion of the king.

Dean temporarily put aside his identity and position, looking at the man who had almost dominated Goldez, and after a moment, there was a strange look in his gaze.

That lifelike corpse is enough to show the strength of the other party's body, even hundreds of years after death, it is enough to make his corpse immortal.

So...... is the Demon Blood Dagger useful?

Such thoughts, once they rise from the bottom of his heart, Dean can no longer suppress them.

Suddenly, Dean took a deep breath, trying to ease the tension in his heart.

However, this kind of breathing did not have the slightest effect at all, on the contrary, it made his mouth even more dry.

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