Ghost Knight King's Dungeon Project

Boom——

With the sound of falling dust and the friction of rusty hinges, the heavy stone door of the underground ruins was pushed open.

The dim light of the gray flame illuminated the dusty hall, illuminated the murals and columns on the walls of the circular hall, illuminated the ancient magic circle in the center of the hall, and also illuminated the surrounding armor guarding the hall.

The ancient bronze armors were silent, covered with bluish patina and crazy patterns.

Click, click, click.

With the collision of metal armor, the dark armor-covered boots stepped into the dark ancient palace step by step.

The person who came was a tall and thin figure covered in ferocious black armor, wearing a king-like scarlet cloak, dragging a bloody long-handled hammer spear with one hand, and holding a ball of pale flames in the other hand. He wore a devil's horn-covered war helmet, like a fallen demon falling from the sky.

The black-armored figure dragged a long-handled hammer spear in one hand and held a pale fireball in the other, stepping into the door step by step.

After looking around for a moment, the black-armored figure let out a long sigh, put down the hammer and spear, threw down the pale fireball for illumination, grabbed the ferocious devil-horned helmet on his head with both hands, tugged twice, suddenly screamed softly, pulled away the steel-gray hair that was caught in the seam of the helmet, and finally took off the helmet.

Under the helmet, a delicate and haggard girl's face was revealed, with steel-gray hair, steel-gray eyes, and dark circles on her pale face, glaring with dead fish eyes, expressing how exhausted the long-term lack of sleep and the high-intensity trek comparable to a world expedition are for a mixed-blood demon.

This is the sixth underground ruins. Thalia Ronoway held the heavy hammer and spear, tucked the blackened devil horn helmet under her arm, and stared at the magic circle in the hall in front of her in a daze.

Three years have passed since the death of my father and mother.

It has been two years since my father’s Rondolan underground city business went bankrupt.

The demons are a cruel race that preys on the weak. Thalia's mother is human. As a mixed-blood demon, her power is simply not enough to protect everything her father left behind.

Thalia Ronoway sat down on the ground, leaving her helmet and the pale flame of the light in her hand beside her.

She hugged her knees, curled up, wrapped herself in a scarlet cloak, and looked at the flames on the floor in front of her in a daze.

Although she is tall and thin, and her armored body is comparable to a human berserker, but sitting in the hall of this underground ruins temple, under the high dome that cannot be illuminated, she and the pale flame in front of her are so insignificant that they are not worth mentioning.

Thalia hugged her knees and sat on the ground, rocking back and forth slightly, her armor making a soft clang sound.

She reached out and grabbed the thin iron chain hanging around her neck. Following the chain of the necklace, she pulled out a faintly glowing light blue crystal from her neck armor ring and breastplate.

The crystal lay quietly in the palm covered with burnt black gloves. The fingertips of the claw-shaped nails gently moved the crystal, making a slight metallic collision sound.

This is an artifact left by my father.

A piece of... [Ether Crystal] can power certain temples.

In the ancient age of gods, powerful gods once developed great and brilliant technologies. Although the gods later left this world, some of their technological products were still left here, known as "artifacts" or "relics of the gods." Some are enshrined by human temples, and some are fought over by demons.

Of course, much of it remains buried deep underground, in the remains of ancient gods embedded deep in the earth, in those strange formations that blend into veins of rock.

The [Ether Crystal] left behind by my father is a special artifact. It cannot be used alone, cannot store magic power or release magic power. Its only use is as an energy source to activate certain underground ruins.

Based on the brightness reduction of the Aether Crystal after each use, it can be used up to thirteen times.

Of course, the gods have left, and no one knows what the principles and functions of these underground ruins are.

Activating unknown ruins is like a big gamble. Maybe you will get nothing, maybe the ruins will explode, maybe you will open a treasure house door that has been closed for a long time, maybe you will spit out a powerful artifact, maybe you will spit out a lot of ancient wealth.

My father made seven big bets with this ether crystal, three times he gained nothing, two times he fled in panic from ruins that were about to explode or collapse, and the remaining two times he obtained ancient wealth and an undecipherable code book. With this wealth, he built his own underground city of Rondolan and became the famous king of the demon kingdom.

And Thalia... has already bet five times.

Nothing was found four times, and the ruins collapsed once.

This is the last chance. She stared at the dim light blue crystal in her palm in a daze.

This is just like the fairy tale "The Little Match Girl". She is the little girl looking at the matchbox in a daze on a snowy night in winter.

For two years, I wandered around the deserted land, looking for ancient ruins, going deep underground through thorns and thorns, dreaming of living a good life by lighting a match in the ruins of the temple.

Thalia held the crystal tightly and buried her face in her arms.

But metal armor does not absorb water and cannot wipe away tears. Two drops of water slowly flowed along the cold metal arc of the arm armor, leaving two water marks, and finally fell to the ground with two loud plops, which were shockingly loud.

Let’s do it one last time. She sniffed, maybe the ruins would explode. But now she thinks it's not bad to explode.

In the underground ruins, under the high dome, Thalia's little figure held up the light blue crystal, like a girl on the street in winter holding up the last match.

The moment blue light flashed from her palm, countless dark blue lines gathered on the walls of the temple ruins, like water flowing, illuminating the temple as bright as day and as brilliant as the age of the gods tens of thousands of years ago!

The guard armor surrounding the temple suddenly made a clicking sound and twitched in the blue light!

The blue arc of light jumped and converged on the magic circle in the center of the hall. The complex runes were connected to each other. Finally, a translucent and ethereal figure flashed in the magic circle -

Crack.

The magic circle suddenly shattered.

The light also receded, and the temple returned to silence.

The day-like glory disappeared, and even the pale fireball used for lighting was extinguished.

There is only deathly darkness left in the ruins of the temple, and a weak sob...

And, a confused young man’s voice:

"Where is this? Why is it so dark?"

The sobs disappeared, and a pale bright fireball ignited again. Thalia in black armor stood up from the ground, carrying a heavy long-handled hammer spear, holding the fireball high, with a hopeful look on her face.

"Who?" she asked softly.

The temple was empty, and there was nothing in the illuminated space. The circular array on the ground has been penetrated straight by a crack, like a cruel vertical pupil.

"What...classmate?" Thalia hesitated, "What is comics and cosplay...dark soul?"

This is a dark soul from another world! She felt a little nervous.

"You...so you're not a college student? You look like a college student..." The young voice asked, "I'm a junior, what about you? A senior or a junior?"

"What university? Me, I am a half-demon, and I have never studied in the human Lunos Academy..." Thalia was confused.

She had envisioned countless scenarios, but never one so puzzling.

"Where are you? Come into the light and speak!" she snapped, gripping the mace as tightly as she could.

"Oh, it's coming, it's coming! I'm sorry, the environment changed too fast, I didn't react." said the young voice.

With a soft clicking sound, in the corner of the temple, a piece of incomplete ancient armor closest to the magic circle walked step by step to the place illuminated by the pale flames. He stood upright with one foot and stretched the other foot diagonally forward, standing upright in the firelight with a very *** posture.

"Hello, hello, I am Xia Moan, a college student." The incomplete ancient armor rubbed his hands enthusiastically, as if a giant fly was courting, "Classmate, do you know what happened? I stayed up late playing games, why did I come to the Comic Exhibition?"

After his gauntlets made a clicking sound, he lowered his head and suddenly exclaimed: "Hey! Why am I wearing a Dark Souls-style armor? I'm so handsome!"

"Wait a minute... don't come over yet! Are you a human or a demon? Why are you hiding in the armor of ancient ruins?" Thalia carefully stretched out her hammer spear and opened the helmet visor of the incomplete armor.

There is nothing under the mask.

It is a ghost.

A ghost was summoned by the magic circle and possessed this incomplete ancient armor.

The cursed armor attached to the ghost was stunned for a moment. He poked the tip of the hammer and spear, then poked his own gauntlet, and finally noticed that the armor was empty and there was no body at all.

The next second, he screamed:

"I'm going! Where is my person?!"