Chapter 1516: Chapter 1516

Chapter 1516: Chapter 663: Acquiring the Ghost King’s Sword! Devour!

Note: The plot about the Ghost King’s tomb in the is very important. Don’t skip it.

At this moment, Lanling truly felt like he had seen a ghost.

This Ghost King, in such a bizarre way, not only tormented but also selected those who sought him.

He actually created a false Netherworld Rift that led directly to his tomb.

What kind of person, how bold and insane, could truly enter the Ghost King’s tomb?

From the Sea of Misfortune, to the Ruins of Doom Magic Capital, and then to the false Netherworld Rift, finally leading to the Ghost King’s tomb.

And Lanling had to first destroy his body, then feign death to become a false ghost, and finally, risk obliteration by jumping into this fake Netherworld Rift.

Now, the stone door was right in front of him.

The Ghost King said that inside was his tomb, and anyone daring to enter would surely die.

Without any hesitation, Lanling pushed open the door and walked straight in.

Indeed, inside was truly a tomb, a very ordinary yet gigantic tomb.

The tombstone read: Tomb of the Ghost King.

What’s inside this tomb?

The living Ghost King? The Ghost King’s sword? The Armor of the Ghost King?

How to open the Ghost King’s tomb, simply move the tombstone away.

If this was tomb robbing, Lanling must be extremely cautious, careful not to trigger any traps.

Yet, this was the Ghost King’s tomb.

Lanling stepped forward, fiercely intending to yank out the tombstone.

His hand had just touched the tombstone.

“Rumble…” A loud noise, the ground beside him cracked open, and a stone giant emerged, a towering stone giant over ten meters tall.

A powerful surge of energy burst forth from it.

This was the stone puppet left by the Ghost King, its eyes flickering with green firelight, gazing intently at Lanling.

“Stranger, I have three questions. If you answer them correctly, I will help you open the Ghost King’s tomb. If you get one wrong, I will send you away. If you get two wrong, I will kill you!” the stone giant said slowly.

Lanling said, “Please!”

“The first question, have you ever killed anyone from the Ghost King Empire?” the stone giant said.

Obviously, its questions were subjective, fundamentally without right or wrong, not an intellectual quiz at all.

Lanling said, “I have killed.”

“The second question, who is the Ghost King? How did it come to be?”

This question was difficult, extremely difficult.

Lanling was silent for a long time, then said, “It is a defector. It came from hell.”

“The third question, is the Ghost King dead?”

This question was even harder!

Is the Ghost King truly dead?

Judging by its relentless efforts, it doesn’t seem like it’s dead.

As long as it doesn’t want to die, it might truly be hard to kill.

Lanling thought for a while and said, “The Ghost King is already dead!”

After answering, Lanling stared at the stone giant.

The stone giant also stared at him, silently without speaking.

The moment of destiny had arrived.

Did these three questions get answered correctly? Or how many were correct?

“You answered all correctly.” the stone giant said slowly.

Then, it stepped forward and punched the tombstone fiercely.

“Boom…” A loud explosion.

Immediately, the tombstone shattered into pieces, revealing a dark tomb path about four or five meters long, at the end of which seemed to be a coffin, resembling the coffin of the Heaven Tomb.

Were all these three questions guessed by Lanling?

No, these three questions were answered by his heart.

The first question was the simplest, merely testing sincerity — if you killed people from the Ghost King Empire, then you did; if not, then not — it didn’t matter.

The second question was the hardest because who knows who the Ghost King is? And where did it come from?

Perhaps, except for the upper echelons of the Dragon Temple, no one knows this question.

However, Lanling vaguely felt he had an answer.

Perhaps by answering that the Ghost King came from hell and is a defector.

Why a defector and not a betrayer?

Because the Ghost King liked gazing at the stars and even spent the latter half of his life pouring all his blood into the universe’s cosmos.

Such a person would be a defector but not easily a betrayer.

The third question, is the Ghost King dead?

It seems like a fifty percent probability, yet it’s filled with traps!

Entering the passage.

This was a pitch-black tomb path, only wide enough for one person to pass through, walking four or five meters to the end, where there was a coffin.

As Lanling approached, the coffin slowly began to glow.

This was a dazzling Energy Crystal Coffin, inside which lay a person.

Or rather, it was not a person, but merely a suit of armor.

Contrary to Lanling’s imagination, this suit of armor was quite ordinary. It was not Dragon Gold Armor nor Gold Armor, but merely Black Iron Armor. From head to toe, it was tightly wrapped.

The eye positions were completely hollow, empty of anything.

In its hands, it grasped a sword.

Also unlike imagined, this was just a rust-covered iron sword.

At this moment, Lanling couldn’t help but doubt if this truly was the Ghost King’s tomb?

The mighty Ghost King, who established an empire covering thousands of miles, wore Black Iron Armor and wielded a worn iron sword?

However, this clearly aligned with the Ghost King’s characteristics.

Lanling stepped forward and reached out to touch the Ghost King’s coffin.

A green light appeared, and a wraith emerged.

An eerie yet powerful energy instantly enveloped the entire crypt.

Lanling’s body was also instantly suppressed, completely unable to move.

Another puppet — before it was a stone giant, this time it’s a wraith specter.

The shadow of this wraith twisted, trembled, shuddered, and emitted a series of sharp screeches.

“I will ask you three questions. If you answer one wrong, you must leave immediately, gaining nothing. If you answer two wrong, you will surely die, hehehe…” The wraith stretched out its sharp claws, brushing against Lanling’s neck.

At once, a piercing, cold pain.

With the wraith’s laughter, a putrid stench pierced the nostrils, nearly causing one to retch.

“You’re such a pretty boy, completely my favorite, hehehe…” The wraith extended its long tongue toward Lanling, and the overpowering foul smell almost caused one to faint.

Strangely, though it was merely a phantom, Lanling could still sense the nausea and smell the stench.

“The first question!” the wraith asked, “Who are you?”

“My name is Lanling!”

“The second question,” the wraith said, “What do you intend to do with the powerful energy of the Ghost King, Your Majesty?”

Lanling replied, “End the world, destroy the Dragon Temple.”

“Hehehe, I like you more and more,” the wraith said. “The third question, have you been to the subterranean Dark Night Ancient City in the desert?”

Lanling was silent for a long while.

Why ask this question? This question is really very strange.

The Dark Night Ancient City in the desert?

Is it the ruins of the underground city to the west of Tianye City?

Correct, it does seem to be called the Dark Night Ancient City, as mentioned by Nai’er once.

Why did this wraith ask this question? Lanling vaguely had an answer in mind.

“Yes, I have been,” Lanling said.

He ultimately chose this answer.

Another dead silence, another moment of destiny.

Suddenly, this wraith smiled evilly and said, “Sorry, you got two wrong, you must die!”

Lanling’s eyes turned cold as he said, “Where exactly did I go wrong?”

The wraith replied, “You got the second and third wrong.”

Lanling questioned, “I plan to end the world and destroy the Dragon Temple, is that wrong? I have indeed been to the subterranean Dark Night Ancient City in the desert, is that also wrong?”

The wraith said, “No one can destroy the Dragon Temple, do not be foolishly fearless. Also, you have never been to any underground Dark Night Ancient City, as you lack that special mark, hence you must die.”

Looking at it, Lanling coldly laughed, “Then I really damn you.”

“Hehe…” The wraith chuckled coldly, and said slowly, “Now, you can rest assured and die.”

Instantly, the wraith released incredibly powerful energy, completely locking Lanling in place, unable to move.

“You truly taste exquisite, I will savor you thoroughly,” the wraith smirked, then suddenly stretched out its long tongue, coiling around Lanling’s neck.

Lanling didn’t need to breathe, but still felt a sense of suffocation.

Then, the wraith began to devour, frantically devouring!

It wanted to completely absorb Lanling’s soul and spirit, leaving him utterly obliterated, nothing but ashes.

At this moment, there was no one to step in and halt it at the crucial moment, nor would the wraith show any mercy mid-process.

Just at this moment, Lanling suddenly smiled coldly and said, “Ghost King, I don’t know your name, but I know… you are the traitor among the Thirteen Hell Knights, you coward, you betrayed the World-Ending Demon Emperor!”

Immediately, a deadly silence.

The wraith’s tongue still tightly wrapped around Lanling, but its devouring had stopped, as if it were completely frozen there.

A sigh echoed from within the coffin…

Then, from the armor inside the coffin, a blurry shadow sat up, flew out of the coffin, and coiled around Lanling.

As if smelling his essence, feeling his soul.

Once outside the coffin, this shadow grew increasingly faint, hardly resembling any human outline.

Upon sensing Lanling’s soul.

This shadow abruptly trembled, almost vanishing as if turning to ash.

Only after a long moment did it reassemble.

No words could seem to express its current excitement, thrill, and tremors.

Just a shadow, yet it panted heavily.

Even after several minutes, it seemed unable to produce any sound.

“My… my almighty master, my eternal belief, my everlasting ruler, my majesty… to encounter you here.”

“Master, they call me Fourth… I am not a traitor, I was simply unwilling to settle, I just wanted to try myself…”

“This Ghost King’s tomb, I prepared for my successor, because someone always discovers my remains in the desert’s Dark Night Ancient City and gains my lineage to become my successor. I thought it was the successor coming, or maybe my Hell Knight brothers returning, but never did I expect… the master himself…”

“Sorry, I am just a phantom, unable to express emotions.”

“Master, I haven’t given up the fight. I have reincarnated and reborn. I will appear within the enemy, hoping that one day, you will awaken me…”

“The energy from the armor and the sword within this coffin is not much, but for you now, it should still be of great use.”

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Then, the shadow dissipated.

The wraith bound around Lanling also turned to ash.

The Energy Crystal Coffin opened by itself, revealing the armor and sword inside.

Moreover, the armor had already opened automatically, as if waiting for Lanling to wear it.

At the same time, an incredibly strong, profound, and ancient energy surged forth

engulfed it, and Lanling was already halfway to victory in the upcoming duel!

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