Chapter 1 Sullen's Misjudgment

Sullen admitted that he had previously underestimated the strength of this "Curator" Heidmann.

He had thought that if the Giant Hermit Society wanted to lure him into a trap, they would have to send a group of people or a Seventh-Order professional.

But now, watching these dozens of terrifying wax figures of various shapes appear, Sullen realized that this woman in front of him was worth dozens of Sixth-Orders alone!

Moreover, judging from the current situation, not only did he find it tricky, but even if a Seventh-Order came to this "Horror Wax Museum," they would probably end up lying down.

Sullen was stared at by thirty-six wax figures, as if they were looking at their future "companions."

This feeling of being stared at by the dead was very unsettling.

The pressure was even greater than in any previous battle.

Sullen felt that the aura of death in this wax museum seemed to exert an invisible pressure on him.

This was quite interesting.

Other suppressions were understandable, but how could the Law of Death possibly have a higher level of comprehension than his own?

Obviously, the source of this Law pressure was not Heidmann in front of him.

But rather in this space... there was an advanced treasure!

...

While shocked by the enemy's wax figure collection, Sullen didn't stand idle, drawing out the Black Scythe and charging towards Heidmann.

He intended to test the waters first.

While charging, he pulled out a spatial scroll with one hand.

After it shattered, not only were gargoyles guarding him, but dozens of combat mechs and puppets also appeared.

Led by the Lieutenant-General-level Magic Blade X1 Mechanical Armor, armed with a flame whip, there were also various Colonel-level and Major-level officer armors manufactured recently.

The number of these mechanical armors had already reached a small scale, at least enough to form a small legion battle formation.

The enemy's elemental puppets were indeed very troublesome, as they possessed the abilities of the corpses when they were alive, and their combat power would definitely be extremely exaggerated.

But coincidentally, Marfa's mechanical armors emphasized defense, which perfectly countered various elemental spells.

If it really came to a head-on confrontation, Sullen wasn't sure he would lose.

Seeing the mechanical puppet legion appear, Heidmann's expression changed slightly. This woman didn't seem to expect Sullen to have so many advanced armors in his possession.

But she seemed to see through some of the tricks, and muttered to herself in surprise, "So, they're mechanical armors controlled by corpse manipulation techniques..."

...

Sullen charged forward.

The dozens of combat mechs around him formed a wedge-shaped battle formation like a boar's snout. This was the charge formation of the Golden Heavy Armor Knights that he had previously stripped, and it worked very well when used on mechanical armors.

Before the two sides even made contact, dozens of mechanical armors simultaneously raised their mechanical arms equipped with various guns and cannons.

As soon as the triggering devices were activated, the gun and cannon mouths spat out tongues of fire.

In an instant, muffled thunder rumbled throughout the wax museum space, and the sounds of "boom," "crackling," and "rat-a-tat-tat" blended together.

When poor, aim precisely; when rich, saturate with firepower.

The tactics of mechanical armors were usually simple and brutal, using firepower to overwhelm any mysterious means.

Facing a strong enemy, Sullen wouldn't be stingy with ammunition.

Various alchemical bullets poured out, converging into the first wave of firepower, covering the group of alchemical wax figures on the opposite side.

Heidmann looked at the fireworks-like explosions of the guns and cannons, and only a hint of contempt flashed in her eyes.

In the realm of low-level professionals, the advantages of mechanical armors were indeed great.

But in the realm of high-level professionals... they were much inferior!

As the alchemical bullets approached, the earthy-yellow ancient corpse wax figure raised one hand, and the phantom of the Mountain Servant Ureah's Will blocked in front of the wax figures.

The alchemical bullets struck the phantom, as if hitting highly dense mud.

After a sound like rain pattering on banana leaves, the bullets were seen "floating" in the air. But upon closer inspection, they were embedded in the earth element wall.

Sullen's gaze narrowed slightly at this sight.

Although it was the first time he had seen this secret technique, it wasn't too surprising.

The Four Servants Mystic Technique was known as the strongest elemental spell, and only after mastering it to a high degree could one condense the Ureah Phantom. Moreover, this was being used by a wax figure that possessed the strongest defensive talent, A-002 Earthshaker, when it was alive. This power was expected.

Sullen used the Black Scythe to test its strength with a swing.

Unsurprisingly, a spatial crack created by a normal attack only opened a small gap in the huge Mountain Servant phantom. Moreover, it was instantly healed by the elements.

With this nearly absolute defense wax figure, Sixth-Order professionals shouldn't even think about breaking through it.

Even Seventh-Orders would have to see how skillful they were.

Sullen felt like he didn't have many means to break through the defense, but he didn't want to use the Thirty-Six Barrel Storm Warhammer again.

The last time he used it, he suffered an economic loss of over a billion, and his heartache hadn't subsided yet.

He would never do this losing business unless absolutely necessary.

Moreover, the last time he used it on the Golden Heavy Armor Knights, he at least reaped a lot of experience. But these wax figures in front of him were undead, so even if they were killed, they probably wouldn't recover any economic losses.

Furthermore, Sullen never intended to waste time with these wax figures from the beginning.

Taking advantage of the momentary chaos of the mechanical legion's charge, he repeated his old trick.

With a flash of light and shadow, Sullen teleported into the midst of the wax figure group, right behind Heidmann.

Without any hesitation, he swung the Black Scythe, imbued with domineering power, in a single strike.

He was eager to find out why the gargoyles had been hammering for so long, yet the Curator Heidmann hadn't suffered any injuries.

He knew that without figuring out this problem, there was no chance of victory!

...

This strike was more swift than the previous probing attack, but the resistance was even more obvious.

This time, the water element shield was even stronger, directly causing the sharp Black Scythe to stick to the glue-like water element. Even with domineering power, it was difficult to cut through.

The elemental Law of the wax figure identified as the Horror Wax Figure Golden River God was much higher than that of the Ghost Bride.

Although Heidmann hadn't had time to turn around, a mocking arc could already be seen on the corner of her face, as if saying, "Is that all?"

Seeing the Black Scythe blocked, Sullen's expression became stern.

Suddenly, he flicked his other hand like a magician, and a dagger with an eerie red glow appeared in his hand.

The news that the Rodriguez family possessed the Ziegurd Dragon Slayer Dagger was top secret, and few living people knew about it.

Heidmann obviously sensed the danger, but it was too late to dodge.

Sullen slashed down, and the crimson dagger cut into the water element magic shield as smoothly as cutting through soft mud. Then, the blade easily cut through Heidmann's protective armor, directly leaving a fatal gash.

"I broke through!"

Sullen was overjoyed.

He completed this strike with lightning speed, but at the same time, his body suddenly stiffened, and gusts of violent wind blades swept in.

Under the joint attack of the Earth and Wind Horror Wax Figures, he didn't dare to be careless, but he also wanted to forcibly cut the woman in front of him in two in one breath.

But just then, the black crow on his shoulder gave a soft cry, and Su Jun immediately became alert.

There was danger?

Heidmann's waist was cut open by the Dragon Slayer Dagger, but she still had a mocking expression on her face, as if nothing had happened. Suddenly, she conjured a black staff in her hand and swung it behind her.

Looking at the woman's composure, Sullen immediately understood, "No! This woman was deliberately waiting for me to sneak attack?"

At this moment, after two consecutive strikes, Sullen's body was still in the inertia of the swing. The black staff slammed down, hitting the hilt of the Black Scythe used for blocking.

Originally, this reaction perfectly blocked the enemy's attack.

But at the moment of contact, Sullen's expression changed drastically.

A strange tremor was transmitted from the Black Scythe, directly bypassing the flesh and blood defense, making him feel like his soul had been hit with a club.

This mysterious force almost caused his entire soul to leave his body!

In that moment of "confusion," several Horror Wax Figures had already approached.

With almost no reaction time, Sullen's body was directly cut into pieces.

With a "bang," a broken rune puppet fell to the ground, and the substitute puppet died on the spot.

...

Dozens of meters away, Sullen reappeared after teleporting.

He looked at Heidmann, who was holding the black staff and was unscathed, with unprecedented solemnity.

Heidmann was sure of her previous combo, but she was also surprised to see Sullen escape after being hit by the black staff. "Oh... your soul is actually so strong?"

Hearing this, Sullen's left eye flashed, and he cried out in his heart, "There's something strange about this staff!"

That moment was indeed extremely dangerous.

If his own soul strength wasn't far beyond anyone else, he would have suffered a great loss from that staff!

If he had really been "soul stunned," that moment would have been enough for most Sixth-Order professionals to lose their lives.

After identification, the staff indeed had a big problem.

A Mysterious Umbrella Rib Handle

Quality: Dark Gold

Description: Want to taste the feeling of your soul being permanently enslaved?

Curse Characteristics: Holding this item greatly strengthens soul-based spells and enhances affinity with the undead; using this staff to touch living targets can cause their souls to tremble, and targets in a state of shock can have their souls separated from their bodies; the umbrella rib has thirty-six points, sharp as needles, piercing the soul, and can enslave and control spirits no stronger than the main body's soul; long-term use, or failure to master a certain level of the Law of Death, will result in a curse backlash, forever suffering the whispers of vengeful spirits and mental distortions;

Detailed Explanation: This is a broken legendary cursed object, the umbrella surface is lost, and only the umbrella ribs remain. The umbrella ribs, forged from Nightmare Beast bones, have extremely strong soul corrosive properties; it is synonymous with nightmare, depravity, torture, and pain...

........

"As expected!"

After identification, Sullen finally knew why the style of the runes on the black staff felt somewhat familiar.

He didn't expect that the black staff in this woman's hand was actually a broken part of his own rune umbrella handle.

Moreover, looking at the identified attributes, Sullen also knew that Heidmann controlled these thirty-six giant wax figures with this staff.

"The umbrella surface can nurture evil spirits, the umbrella ribs can control souls, and the umbrella handle can knock out souls... tsk tsk, this cursed object is truly a divine artifact that highly fits the Death-type professional!"

Sullen sighed in his heart.

What a treasure!

But before he could think more, he looked at Heidmann's completely restored wound, and had a guess in his heart, "The damage should have been transferred by a mysterious technique... but where was it transferred to?"

Seeing this, he immediately understood that the situation he encountered was almost exactly the same as what he had encountered at the 1911 Restaurant.

It wasn't that the opponent couldn't be killed,

But that she transferred the damage elsewhere.

Was the transfer carrier one of the thirty-six wax figures?

Sullen didn't know much about this technique.

He estimated that it would take him quite a long time to find the flaw.

But obviously, the other party would not give him this opportunity to slowly search.

This was an enemy whose treasure, mind, and strength were no weaker than his own, and Sullen no longer underestimated her.

Heidmann didn't guess his current situation, but couldn't help but say one last thing, "If Your Excellency Death has no other means, you may die here today. To be able to see me use the top treasures of the wax museum, even a Seventh-Order professional is nothing more than this, and you can be proud of yourself."

"Is that so?"

Sullen shook his head and didn't want to waste time.

He formed a mage seal with both hands and instantly cast a spell.

Seeing this start, Heidmann asked in confusion, "Summoning technique?"

Obviously not.

After a space black hole appeared in Sullen's hand, a person wearing a golden纹斗篷appeared out of thin air.

The newcomer was naturally Black.

Originally, he didn't want to trouble others, but now that it was the enemy's home field, Sullen was really not confident that he could win.

To be on the safe side, summoning a helper would be good.

Sullen spread his hands and said, "Mr. Black, the situation is what I told you earlier, and what you see now. This woman's methods are quite evil, so I'll have to trouble you."

"Mm."

Hearing this, Mr. Black nodded and looked at the woman in the distance.

Earlier in the small void realm, Sullen had shared the battle report in real time, so he had a general understanding of the situation.

Heidmann looked at the suddenly appearing Mr. Black and seemed to use some method to confirm that he was not a Seventh-Order professional. There was no trace of fear on her face, and she even took the initiative to say, "Oh, another one who has come to die?"

In her opinion, as long as they were in her wax museum, one Sixth-Order and ten Sixth-Orders were no different.

As she spoke, she muttered the undead incantation to control the wax figures, seemingly preparing to attack.

But unexpectedly, Mr. Black suddenly opened his mouth and couldn't help but praise, "Very exquisite wax figures, Your Excellency's undead technique cultivation is truly not low. Oh... you're chanting an undead incantation?"

His tone was very relaxed, as if he was earnestly asking for advice.

After a pause, he seemed to have thought of something and suddenly said, "So, it's the second solution of the C-022 Corpse Speaker talent. It really suits your Gravedigger professional."

Hearing Mr. Black's words, Sullen's eyes lit up.

He knew that the show was about to begin.

Mr. Black's Mind Reading talent was not directly strong in combat, but it was definitely an ability that would give the enemy a headache.

Moreover, what was even more interesting was that, in some respects, the three of them could be called invincible at the same level in their respective fields.

Now, in this situation, it depended on who was the real invincible below the Seventh-Order.

...

Heidmann frowned upon hearing this. This person actually knew her talent ability?

The Corpse Speaker talent was rare, even though it was C-level.

Especially the second solution; it was unlikely to find a second person in Luen.

She had never revealed this talent in front of outsiders. How could this person reveal it in one word?

However, what shocked her even more was yet to come.

Mr. Black carefully looked at the thirty-six wax figures and praised, "Damage Transfer and Four Elements Sacrifice Spirit are both very high-level undead spells. If I remember correctly, you should have a fragment of the Yakesas Dark Civilization, the undead occult technique of the Corpse Demon faction, Corpse Ghost Reincarnation? Tsk tsk, it's really rare. Not to mention that it's extremely difficult to learn this secret technique, but there shouldn't be more than five people in all of Luen who have heard of this spell..."

"..."

The corner of Heidmann's eye twitched inexplicably at these words.

What the person in front of her said was indeed correct. It was an undead spell that no outsider should have ever heard of.

But that handful of people just happened to include you?

She was somewhat curious about who this person in front of her was.

Anyone who knew these secrets must be a knowledgeable person.

But in her impression, there was no such person among the experts in Luen. "Who is Your Excellency?"

Mr. Black did not respond to her and said, "Although the spell you use is powerful, its shortcomings are also obvious. Undead mages need to sacrifice their own blood essence and soul elsewhere to use this kind of spell to transfer damage, in order to obtain undying power. Let me guess, where would you put such an important altar?"

"You...!"

Hearing this, although Heidmann tried her best to suppress the shock in her heart, she could not escape the observation of that pair of wise eyes.

As he spoke, Mr. Black continued to ask questions.

"In the mansion in the back?"

"Oh, so it's not there. Is it just another smokescreen you've set up?"

"East, West, South, North, which direction?"

"East!"

"Very far?"

"Not far!"

"..."

It sounded like a conversation between two people, but in fact, it was Mr. Black's rambling self-answering.

He was the questioner, and he was the answerer!

Mr. Black seemed to replace the other party, answering the questions that the other party wanted to say.

In just a few questions, he had determined important information: not far to the east, there was an altar!

Sullen watched this scene, praising it as wonderful in his heart.

The old man's Mind Reading was getting better and better.

Mr. Black used his extensive knowledge to learn about the undead mage's roots and also determined the flaw that Sullen had not found before.

In the distance, how could Heidmann dare to delay any longer?

She had originally wanted to show off her collection before killing this outsider, but she never thought that she would almost have her pants color identified after one meeting.

So it was Mind Reading?

If she continued to be questioned, she was afraid that her bottom would be revealed!

Humph!

So what if you discovered it?

It's just a profession that relies on smooth-talking; just kill him!

She waved the black staff in her hand, and the thirty-six wax figures attacked at the same time.

...

Seeing the other party angrily wanting to attack, Mr. Black slightly shook his head, without any panic.

He formed mage seals while unhurriedly asking Sullen next to him, "Can you hold them off for a moment? I need to confirm some more information to break the situation."

Sullen shrugged and said, "I'll be fine for a while. What about you?"

He had Teleport, a Black Crow, and a Puppet Legion. Even if he couldn't win, it was impossible to be killed in a short time.

Mr. Black's tone was calm as he faintly said, "You don't need to worry about me. Although this old bone is not good at fighting, it knows some rough spells."

"..."

Hearing this familiar rhetoric, Sullen rolled his eyes.

The old man was good at everything, but he was too humble, making people think he was pretending.

Those who didn't know him would think he was really bad and was only being so humble.

But Sullen knew that this old man was clearly very strong!

"Okay."

Sullen was also a little curious about how strong he had become, since he hadn't seen Mr. Black fight in a long time.

While chatting, Mr. Black's mage seals had already been completed. He softly chanted, "Mind Alchemy Divine Illumination!"

In the dim Horror Wax Museum, a strange situation suddenly arose.

Looking up again, there were also eyes that strangely appeared in the sky other than Sullen's crucifix.

Those emotionless gazes descended from the sky.

At this moment, no secrets could be hidden.

Looking again, Mr. Black's aura suddenly changed, suddenly becoming like a sage who indifferently watched everything.

Seeing this familiar spell, Sullen was no longer worried about the old man.

At the same time, he sensed that something was coming from behind him and teleported away from the spot.

Almost at the same time, with a loud "boom," Sullen looked at the place where he had just stood, as if it had been heavily pressed by an invisible force field, and a huge pit appeared.

Since Mr. Black said he was confident, Sullen didn't hold back and prepared to fight with all his strength.

He pulled out a few more space scrolls. When he pulled them out, hundreds of puppets appeared in the space.

Golems against Wax figures,

Horror against horror.

The quality of the Curator's wax figures was indeed high, so he would use quantity to contain them.

If you want to kill the puppets, you have to do it, right?

Kill a hundred, and there are still a thousand more.

Now that the War Workshop had a production line for Runic Golems, Sullen's efficiency in producing low-level puppets was countless times higher than before.

He didn't feel any heartache even if there were some battle losses.

The Mechanical Legion was the main force, followed by hundreds of Golem Legions, a large group rushing towards the Wax Figure Legion.

While controlling the battle, Sullen glanced back at Mr. Black.

Then, he was immediately dumbfounded.

Because this look was just in time to see the old man standing in place catch a beam of fire dragon falling from the sky with his bare hands!

...

The Empress Fire Dragon Flora, who had been refined into a wax figure, had the phantom of a Fire Dragon Emperor rising from her body, raising her hand to cast a Sixth-Order top-level fire spell.

Even Sullen, who was far away, felt a faint palpitation from the fatal heat.

But facing this fire dragon spell that could easily turn steel into molten iron, Mr. Black seemed extremely calm.

He first stomped his foot lightly, and the ground under his feet rippled like water waves, easily breaking free from the earth element's force field control.

Then, his hands formed mage seals at a rapid speed, and a black octagram alchemical array condensed in his hand.

Sullen watched the fire dragon come fiercely, its ferocity seeming to burn everything.

However, an unbelievable scene appeared.

Mr. Black lightly raised his hand and caught the elemental fire dragon with his bare hands!

He caught a Sixth-Order arcane spell with his bare hands?

Sullen's eyelids twitched.

He had Rune Adamantite to protect him and should barely be able to withstand this spell.

But being able to withstand and being able to catch were completely different things.

This move by the old man contained extreme skill and difficulty!

However, it wasn't over yet!

Mr. Black caught the fire dragon, and after only a moment of stalemate, he suddenly pushed it towards another direction.

The fire dragon actually changed direction and rushed towards the wax figure that had condensed the Rain Servant Tearful Witch. The latter was unable to avoid it and withstood the companion's spell.

The collision of water and fire elements instantly caused white steam to rise, and the entire space became lively.

The sound of "sizzling" boiling was heard in his ears.

...

"Elemental Theft and Spell Reversal? Holy crap, to what extent has the old man studied this spell?!"

In the distance, Sullen understood Mr. Black's method of borrowing strength, and was instantly amazed.

Both of these responses required extremely high understanding.

Sullen felt that if he were to perform such a move now, he would only be able to catch a Fourth-Order spell at most.

But Mr. Black easily caught a Sixth-Order arcane spell?

The casual look on his face was not the old man's own modest words of 'knowing some rough spells', but a constant and invisible boast: At this level, I am invincible, you can do whatever you want.

Moreover, the ingenuity of this move was that 99% of the elements were not condensed by Mr. Black himself, but by borrowing strength!

He used a flick of the finger's energy consumption and dealt tons of damage.

Seeing this move, Sullen knew where Mr. Black's confidence came from.

This old man's understanding of elemental spells had now reached an unfathomable degree for ordinary Sixth-Order professionals.

Oh,

I almost forgot!

This old man was his senior sister's personal disciple!

Sullen had a realization after he thought about this.

Only the Master of Mirrors, who had seen the peak scenery, could cultivate a disciple with such a 'transcendent understanding' of alchemy.

Moreover, the Horror Wax Figures were all undead sealed inside and had a low level of intelligence. They only knew how to fight, so how could they have the complex thoughts of humans?

For Mr. Black's Mind Reading, these simple intentions could be easily predicted.

If he could predict and catch the spells, what danger was there?

Sullen also felt that this situation had changed a bit suddenly.

Wasn't this the Horror Wax Museum that could kill Seventh-Order professionals? Was the deadly crisis gone in an instant?

.......

Seeing this scene, the Curator Heidmann, who was controlling the wax figures, was greatly shocked.

Only she knew that in the short confrontation just now, the person in the golden-patterned robe had not broken two Sixth-Order spells, but four!

To resolve the crisis so lightly, how terrifying was his understanding of the Laws?

If she hadn't seen the Domain, she would have thought that he was a Seventh-Order professional.

"Damn it, when did Leiden have such a strong person?!"

Heidmann was shocked and greatly puzzled.

The eyes in the sky made her feel very uneasy, as if the secrets in her heart had been completely spied on.

If she delayed any longer, there would be big problems sooner or later.

Heidmann wanted to mobilize more wax figures to strangle the person in the robe, but the other guy in front of her simply didn't give her a chance.

This hateful guy created hundreds of puppets again!

The Puppet Legion, which she had previously scorned, had brought her great trouble at this moment.

Although the Wax Figure Legion's combat power was obviously several levels higher than the other side's Puppet Legion, she discovered a problem as she fought.

After several cluster charges, the Wax Figure Legion killed countless Runic Golem limbs and fragments with an almost crushing force.

But...

After a few hundred of the guys were smashed to pieces, he took out a few hundred more!

After a few hundred,

There were a few hundred more,

Endless!

This guy was determined to use the tactic of numbers against her head-on!

When the first wax figure was smashed, Heidmann began to feel heartache.

The Four Elements wax did not fear the Mechanical Armor, but most of her thirty-six collections did not have the ability to elementalize.

Those rotten pieces of wood were shattered,

But the damage to her own collection was permanent damage!

These were all the corpses of various strong people. After so many years of accumulation, she had finally managed to collect these thirty-six.

Being consumed in the hands of such low-level puppets made Heidmann angry and heartbroken at the same time, but there was nothing she could do.

The more she wanted to kill the two people in front of her, the less she could do it.

One was slippery and teleported everywhere, with many life-saving methods;

The other was calculating and almost completely predicted all of her actions, always able to avoid and resolve them in advance. She could not see any hope of killing them in a short period of time.

Gradually, Heidmann fell into a strange feeling: how did she go from having a great advantage to turning into this in the blink of an eye?

On the other hand, Mr. Black suddenly shouted, "Found it!"