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The next moment, the golden light on the sword disappeared, but a drop of blood remained, and the tip of the sword quickly became dull and rusted.

Mu Xingzi's pupils contracted slightly, and she immediately used her sword to break off the tip of the sword from the ground, thus stopping the corrosion from spreading in other directions.

She sheathed her short sword, took a few steps forward, snatched the Dragon Battle in the Wild from Kuanglong's hand, and said, "You guard the teacher and don't let anyone get close to her!"

Kuanglong agreed, watching helplessly as her took his exclusive weapon.

Mu Xingzi flashed to the spatial rift, raised her sword and thrust. The golden dragon, gleaming in the wild, pierced through the blood and shattered the invisible sound waves. Then, Mu Xingzi flipped the sword, and a phantom of a dragon tail formed from golden light entered the spatial rift, violently shaking the earth and sky.

Seeing how skillfully she used the Dragon Battle in the Wilds, Nie Wan raised an eyebrow slightly, then looked up at Yan Zheng and He Zhu, who had silently appeared in the corner, before withdrawing her gaze and continuing to manipulate the blood flow to engulf the spatial rift.

As soon as the blood flowed inside, Nie Wan "saw" what was happening inside.

There were indeed only two creatures inside, but not two players as Nie Wan had just thought. Instead, it was one player and the same strange creature.

Although the player's ID was in a foreign language, Nie Wan could understand it; it meant iris. He wore a plaid skirt and a cloak embroidered with swords and cross shields on a rubber base. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and was a very handsome knight.

Opposite him was a dog-headed man.

Nie Wan initially thought it was just a dog, but as the blood drew closer, she could see it more clearly.

Although it lies on all fours with its forelimbs and hind limbs covered in a mixture of black and brown fur, the difference between its hands and feet is clearly visible, and its overall shape is somewhere between a dog and a human.

The font above his head is also different from the player's ID; it's a white font that's closer to that of an NPC.

A drop of blood flew between the kobold's broad eyes, and Nie Wan could clearly see the blurry words on its head.

She didn't recognize the last few characters, but Nie Wan happened to know the word at the beginning.

Anubis.

Just in case, Nie Wan asked Lin Jianlu to organize professors who studied mythology and history from different countries to list the mythological or historical figures they thought might appear in the game.

Anubis, the dog-headed god who controls death, is quite high on the list.

A British-style paladin, a dog-headed god from the desert, and the strangely powerful assassin from earlier—according to Lin Jianlu, he was an assassin from the Levant ID—this group resembled a streamlined version of the Valley Assassins.

There aren't that many redundant staff, but every single one of them is a force to be reckoned with.

Moreover, it is estimated that they deliberately chose this vulnerable time to assassinate her, sneaking in silently and aiming to kill her as soon as they made their move.

Once Nie Wan clearly saw their appearance, she solidified all the blood into ice blades and stabbed them at the two men. Then, regardless of whether the attack would succeed, she withdrew her consciousness from the blood.

The kobold whose name was related to Anubis let out another shriek, the sound waves shattering countless ice blades, but before the shriek could completely dissipate in the air, the sound of the dragon's tail cutting through the wind overwhelmed it.

Mu Xingzi gripped Long Zhanyu tightly, swallowing more than ten Solidifying Pills one by one with her mouth. As soon as her vital energy was replenished, it was immediately absorbed by Long Zhanyu and turned into dazzling golden light on the blade.

Yan Zheng continuously struck out bamboo slips, and the golden seal script stretched and moved like small golden dragons, constantly rushing towards the dragon battle in the wild, making the golden light more and more continuous and integrated.

The dragon's tail swung more violently through the spatial rift, causing ripples and fluctuations to appear even within the space of the secret chamber.

A faint smell of blood emanated from the crack.

The kobold began to howl again, but this time it was no longer a structured shriek; instead, it was a pitiful wail.

As for the paladin, he remained silent throughout, and there was no sound from him at the moment. All that could be seen was the bronze warhammer that had been smashed into the ground, now humming again.

But it just wouldn't spin.

After regaining consciousness from the flow of blood, Nie Wan grabbed the warhammer and tried to stuff it into the Dance of Ten Thousand Souls.

The warhammer had its own consciousness and had not completely severed its connection with its master. Even with the handles held by Nie Wan, it was not obedient and struggled violently to break free.

The familiar feeling was like that divine oracle on the Isle of Ice and Fire, where the palms of my hands were almost cracked by the violent movements of the warhammer.

But it's only almost.

Things are different now. Even though Nie Wan is cursed, her extremely high attributes mean that she won't be easily injured by such physical actions.

Cultural relics and props are indeed not so easy to subdue, but Nie Wan had only recently managed to create a half-finished cultural relic or prop, so he had some understanding of their nature.

They still fear the oracle, and although they are not as invincible as other objects in the game, the powerful oracle can still suppress them.

Gongwu Crossing the River, Divine Transformation in Harmony, Wandering Freely, Reflecting in the Mirrors... Nie Wan not only activated all of her own divine pronouncements, but also activated all the divine pronouncements of all the divine pronouncement items she carried, and even transferred a portion of the divine pronouncement power carried by Ying Yuehan.

When an oracle is activated, the Warhammer's resistance is greatly reduced.

Nie Wan seemed to be deep in thought.

That oracle was the shadow of the cave.

There is a certain natural restraint between these two...

Nie Wan remembered this and recorded it in her chat with Lin Jianlu, then gradually sent the warhammer into the Dance of Ten Thousand Souls.

Soon, most of the hammerhead had been inserted.

After that, Nie Wan no longer needed to do anything herself.

Although there is no distinction between grades among cultural relics and props, the nourishment and profound foundation that the Dance of Ten Thousand Souls received far exceeded that of this warhammer.

Now that it has its prey in its jaws, it will never let it escape again.

At the same time, the space inside the study finally began to crackle and pop, as if it were about to be swallowed up by the expanding spatial crack.

The stench of blood within the spatial rift grew stronger, and the wails of the Anubis kobold became increasingly mournful, but the breaths were still relatively long, suggesting that there was no immediate danger to his life.

However, those crevices in the space were beginning to spread throughout the entire study.

The protective array for the study had already been shattered by the impact of Nie Nie Wan's crafting of artifacts and props. Now, it was powerless to resist these spatial turbulences. Wherever they passed, many books began to turn to dust and disappear along with the space.

Mu Xingzi noticed the situation and immediately became anxious. While yelling for the Mad Dragon to protect the teacher and quickly put away all the books, she shouted to Nie Wan, "Give me a divine decree! Otherwise, I can't suppress them!"