Boom!

The seemingly solid gate instantly collapsed, dust rolling past Leoz's feet as the cold, damp air from the depths of the tomb surged forth like a tide. For a moment, his hair stood on end as a needle-like chill seeped through every pore, as if intent on stirring and tearing apart the very marrow.

There's an old saying on Earth: as a person departs, the tea stays warm; as a tiger dies, its power remains.

The first part hardly applied, but the latter was vividly demonstrated at this moment.

One could say, this was worthy of being the mausoleum of the legendary Demigod, Mysterious Rock Lord; hundreds of years after death, the air was still filled with a terrifying sense of oppression, like the despair of ants gazing up at giants. Even taking one more breath could incite a heart-pounding fear of disrespect.

If there was a system, his body would certainly be laden with various negative debuffs right now. Even the resolute Leoz felt an eerie melancholy facing the Demigod's tomb.

Perhaps it was because the figure had almost stepped into the ranks of the Divine Clan, almost a compatriot, yet fell before victory.

In the past, he was a hero of resistance, an Ascender of Starry Abyss, a valiant of Feng Qing, and ended in such a manner, the empty altar piled with dust. Never had anyone kept vigil in his honor; the Demigod seemed to use his fate to warn later generations against coveting power and path, and instead cherish those before them...

Thinking of this, Leoz felt quite moved.

Thus, he drew out a shovel and pickaxe, forcefully digging at the weakened entrance to the tomb chamber.

People die, so what use are so many relics? Let them bring blessings to future generations.

As for whether this is ethical——what does it matter?

Look, even Mysterious Rock Lord didn't object, surely he's quite agreeable.

The excavation wasn't difficult, entirely because the tomb chamber had never been maintained. What seemed to be formidable trap arrays had long since become hollow shells from years of neglect and energy seepage.

Several hours later, with a stroke of his spade, the soil heap before him collapsed, a piercing cold light illuminated the path ahead as he cleared the way into the main burial chamber.

Clang.

Leoz dropped his tools, wiped his sweat, and strode inside.

There were no traps in the main chamber; murals covered depicting the tales of this legendary Demigod, with four unique statues inscribed with seemingly regular symbols, indicating that the visitor must rearrange them according to the mural content to proceed to the next layer.

Clearly, seasoned tomb raiders know this as the classic puzzle-solving segment.

Some tomb owners feared that their legacy might be lost, so they deliberately set challenges for those capable of solving them, to offer the inheritance and form a bond.

Normally, these puzzles are solved through intricate spatial geometry, cultural knowledge, and thorough observation working in tandem—

Pop.

Leoz approached the southern wall, raised a brick slab, tapped twice, and spoke:

"(Kezite Bug Language) I want to mate with you."

Boom!

In the next moment, the door to the lower tomb chamber crashed open, a creature resembling a scorpion burst through the dust, opened its terrifying jaws, breathed heavily, scanned around, locked onto the petit Leoz.

"Kzz kzz kzz..."

The sharp insect hum sounded, the gigantic Scorpion Beast raised its pincers, its chest armor heaved intensely, spewing fiery dense pheromones, it danced around Leoz, not with malice but rather... passion.

Leoz smiled faintly, gently loosened the scarf from his neck, revealing his delicate collarbones. He raised his hand, beckoning to the Scorpion Beast, softly saying:

"(Kezite Bug Language) Come here."

"Kzz kzz kzz!"

The Scorpion Beast planted its claws on the ground, swiftly moved its form as if a mountain was collapsing, lunging at Leoz; just as its mating hormones sprayed, presenting intense affection, about to pounce on him—Leoz suddenly drew the Rock Ghost Phalanx from his pocket and rammed it into the Scorpion Beast's jaw!

Shh—

Like a hot knife slicing through butter, the Rock Ghost Phalanx effortlessly melted, pierced, passed through the creature's body, penetrating from head to toe, the central nervous system utterly collapsing.

In less than a second, the entire Scorpion Beast swelled up like a balloon, the surging heat swiftly filling its frame.

Afterward, Leoz simply turned, raised his hand, catching the returning Rock Ghost Phalanx midair.

Boom———!

An explosive detonation swiftly spread toxic gas throughout the chamber, yet Leoz was unconcerned, lightly wrapped his cape, leisurely stepped into the shattered door advancing to the next layer.

It's not that puzzles are unplayable, but violent clearance is more cost-effective.

According to 'past life's' intel, the Rock Ghost Phalanx not only being key to obtaining the Holy Beast, also acts as a special attack against the Border Abyss's Zerg Race, causing true damage and purification effect.

The tomb builder had good intentions, but probably didn't expect Mysterious Rock Lord's descendants to decline to such an extent.

One could easily imagine: years of unmaintained tomb, the coffin inside, rotten wood, dankness; slightly decomposing producing gas and warmth, a perfect nursery for Zerg Race reproduction.

Just alluring their most desired reproductive instinct, leveraging the creature's immense strength to smash doors, only to be slain by the Rock Ghost Phalanx, never touching a single hair of the 'reproductive target.'

See, this is the fate of being a sycophant.

As Leoz stepped into the second layer, the surrounding light dimmed instantly, the powerful magic power surged like the center of a whirlpool, solidifying heaps of rock and sand rapidly forming an imposing Samurai figure.

"Ah, truly magnificent."

The shadow of the mountain Samurai completely enveloped Leoz, compared to its grandiose body, he was merely an ant.

Moreover, alongside the Samurai's gradual formation, its aura continued rising.

Kappa (10), Lambda (11), Mu (12), Niu (13), Cauchy (14)——Mystic Kolon (15)!

By this point, the Samurai's strength had totally transcended his 'past life' level, capable of commanding the might of the seas, an elite in Border Abyss or even Layer Abyss.

"Level 300 Tomb Rock Guard, Frost+Aether+Dimension, threefold attributes, health points of five billion, armor of two quintillion, immune to true damage, possessing full Dominator Body, part destruction immunity, 33% spell immunity, forced skill knockback, highly aggressive——for players proceeding with normal quest flow to this point, it's utterly unbeatable, it's the worst of the worst, even my little alligator Nephis can't match its disgusting mechanics."

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