Almost at the same moment when the starlight sank into the soul fire of Osares!
“Sizzle——!!!”
The twisted holy light shackles that extended from the crown of Osares's head trembled violently!
It was not because of violent impact, but because the core will it maintained was resisted from within!
The bond that Mark's team's attack could not reach at all suddenly broke into a tiny but fatal crack without any warning!
A trace of pure ice-blue soul power belonging to the origin of Osares, like a candle that has been imprisoned for a thousand years, quietly escaped from the crack for the first time, faintly but truly!
This silent shaking at the soul level was an opportunity that could change the situation of the battle, created by Mark at a huge mental cost by forcibly launching "Starlight Dreaming"!
Osares's huge body suddenly froze!
The raised broken sword froze in mid-air!
Its ice-blue soul fire was like the sea surface encountered by a level 12 storm, swaying and flickering wildly!
Pain, confusion, and struggle.
The sad memories that had been buried deep in the soul for thousands of years broke through the distorted blockade like a flood!
“Ugh…Aa ...
A silent spiritual scream exploded in the minds of everyone in the Hall of Darkness, filled with soul-tearing pain and the tide of awakening!
The outer periphery of the altar is blocked by the holy light.
The Orc Warlord forced the Death Knight Commander back with another axe. His expression changed drastically as he watched the changes on the altar: "Old Bones! What are you doing? Quickly break this damn holy light! That crown belongs to me!"
"Right away! I'm trying to implore the Blood God's blessing!" The orc shaman quickly drew runes around the altar. He actually drew a temporary magic circle while being besieged by numerous undead and mechanical puppets.
When the starlight of the Forbidden Scripture successfully stimulated the ice-blue soul fire, after a painful soul roar, Osares's huge body began to tremble violently.
It slowly, slowly lowered its head.
Looking at his illusory palm made of ice, shadows and bones, it was as if he truly "saw" himself clearly for the first time.
In the ice-blue soul fire, the raging rage and hatred receded like a tide.
Instead, there is a kind of sadness and dawn of relief that seems quite gentle and pure.
It leaned on the broken rune sword and slowly knelt on one knee like a traveler who had been tired for ten thousand years.
The giant sword pierced the obsidian ground, making a heavy muffled sound.
To escape slavery and awaken from a confused consciousness.
Osares chose to shatter his own soul from within.
He had indeed escaped the slavery of the Pale Crown, but he was also about to say goodbye to this world completely!
Having betrayed the contract, he naturally could not continue to be blessed by the eternal life clause in the contract.
He raised his head, and his icy blue soul fire-condensed gaze passed through the turbulent energy turbulence and locked firmly on Mark.
His eyes were full of gratitude.
then.
A fragmented and intermittent spiritual message, filled with endless complex emotions, was directly transmitted to the depths of Mark and all the team members' consciousness:
"Outsider...you...possess...the...key...and...the...power...to...break...the...curse..." Its "gaze" swept over the black box, cross necklace and forbidden scripture in Mark's hand with a hint of awe.
As a legendary figure from the last great unified kingdom of the previous generation, Osares knew a lot.
He could feel a familiar aura from Mark.
In addition, Mark was the one who woke him up, so he felt that he might be able to entrust his last wish to the person in front of him.
"The skull crown... must... be destroyed..." Its mental fluctuations were filled with deep hatred and determination. "It... draws upon... the resentment... of the king and... his subjects... distorts... the oath... of protection... and maintains... a false... holy light..."
Osares's illusory finger trembled as it pointed at the secret compartment behind the throne that Enzo had knocked open.
"There... there is... the truth... a record... of the other side of the Holy Light... take it... leave... this place... is about to... collapse..."
Finally, it delivered a groundbreaking message:
"This... crown... is... a mirror... projection... of the real... skull crown... in... the Hall of Rebirth..."
After the information was transmitted, Osares's huge spiritual body composed of resentment, ice and twisted contracts began to become extremely unstable.
The energy that constitutes the body is like a weathered sand castle, transforming into bits of deep and pure ice-blue light dust, slowly rising and dispersing.
The twisted contract that bound its soul for thousands of years finally collapsed completely as the shackles loosened and its own will was finally freed.
The suffocating and terrifying pressure in the throne area quickly dissipated like the receding tide.
Only a few specks of ice-blue light remained floating at the junction of the holy light column and the swirling black fog, as if telling the story of a guardian's sad wish spanning thousands of years and the freedom he finally gained.
Deep in the Hall of Darkness, due to the disappearance of Osares and the complete activation of the throne mechanism, there was a sound of collapse as if the entire mountain was groaning!
The unwilling roars of the orc warlords and the hollow roars of the death knights clashed in a mess in the distance.
"Hurry!" Monica's voice lashed out like a whip, her sharp eyes instantly locked onto the secret compartment behind the stone pillar, "The shaman's magic circle is almost complete!"
Without any extra words, the team members immediately rushed to the secret compartment.
Monica was the fastest and she slid to the front of the secret compartment.
Without hesitation, she reached in with a layer of protective shadow energy on her fingertips and took out something like lightning.
A silver scroll that feels cool to the touch.
The cover of the scroll was written in an ancient sacred language: "The Descent of Holy Light".
Etched at the bottom of the cover is a primitive, vast light-shaped mark, which is different from the current Holy Light emblem and exudes an ancient and vast aura.
Monica cast the identification spell the moment she got the scroll, but the moment the information flooded into her mind, she groaned and her face turned pale.
"No!" She immediately interrupted the spell and spoke rapidly, "There's a powerful spiritual seal on it. Forcibly identifying it will backfire! The material is very strange, with an ancient and pure aura of holy light, but..."
Her tone sank, carrying an unprecedented solemnity. "Intertwined within it is something extremely dangerous. It's cold and void, entangled with the Holy Light on the surface. That is definitely not a characteristic of Holy Light."
As if echoing her judgment, the cross necklace on Mark's chest warmed up slightly, and the little Mu in Anna's arms also made a puzzled "Mum?" sound, and the holy light on his body became brighter.
Just then, boom!
A dull roar came from the depths of the Hall of Darkness, and the entire space shook violently!
Stones from the ceiling fell down.
"The cave is collapsing!" Monica screamed. "Go! Retreat!"
The team members immediately turned around and followed Monica to the exit, leaving behind the roar of the orc commander and the loud noise of the collapse.
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