Not long after, the vines that had just been advancing courageously withered in an instant, revealing a path leading directly to the National Museum on the ground.
After opening the passage leading directly to the National Museum for Mozzo, the Count made a inviting gesture towards the passage.
Mozo did not waste any time and went in immediately. When Mozo left the room, he saw that the Count had summoned more vines to cover the entire room.
The next moment, the room containing Sealed Objects 1-100 was taken deeper underground by the Count using countless plants.
It seems that the Count has learned the lesson from his last fight with the Green Angel and plans to use his sequence expertise to delay time as much as possible.
Anyway, this time he only has to take care of himself, unlike last time in Cromwell City when he had to take care of the extraordinary people in the Inspectorate.
And this is what Mozo hopes for.
Following the path opened by the Count, he walked to the back of the National Museum. Looking at the empty huge venue in front of him, Mozo smiled meaningfully.
At the same time, Mozo heard the melodious sound of bells ringing in the palace.
Mozo walked to the French window. He knew that this meant the coronation ceremony of Emperor Andal had begun.
In the National Museum, Mozo could not see the royal palace at all, but it didn't matter. He knew where Emperor Andal would be at this moment and what he had prepared.
What Mozo needs to do is actually very simple.
Mozo lowered his head and walked to a corner of the central hall, where an ancient orc relief was displayed.
Mozo took a look at the pattern of the relief, and after confirming that it was the one he had put in there, he directly used his elbow to smash the glass display case outside the relief.
Mozo gently brushed away the broken glass and picked up the relief.
Mozo, holding the relief, looked towards the direction of the palace and said silently:
"The next step is to see who of us has better skills!"
Ever since he found out that he lived in Cromwell City of the Loran Empire, Mozo, as Cromwell, had made many preparations just in case.
The Fog City, the capital of Loran, is naturally one of the places that Mozo pays the most attention to!
Cromwell was the Duke of the North, and he could freely go to many parts of the country. But Mozzo could not, at least not Mozzo who was still living on a scholarship at the time.
Therefore, Mozo needed a place that was safe enough and could allow civilians and even the poor to enter and exit.
After much thought, Mozzo only thought of one place - the National Museum!
Of course, as a supernatural world, this world would inevitably conduct security checks again and again on the exhibits in the museum that needed to be open to the public, so as to prevent those strange and extraordinary items from being inadvertently displayed in front of ignorant people.
However, precisely because this is a world full of all kinds of strange and extraordinary objects, as long as they dare to set up something like a museum, there will naturally be countless fish that slip through the net!
What's more, in the foggy city during Cromwell's time, Cromwell was the one who had the final say!
Even the emergence and renovation of the National Museum is closely related to Cromwell!
With these connections, Mozzo, as Cromwell, could easily prepare some interesting and practical things in the National Museum.
Mozo has experienced almost all of the history of this world, so he also has countless extraordinary knowledge. And this knowledge is undoubtedly power!
Now is the time to turn this knowledge into power!
Thinking of this, Mozo bit his fingertips with a cold look in his eyes.
Then he used his own blood to carve the rough runes full of spirituality of the shamans of the Age of Gods on the relief from the orcs.
The professors and scholars in the museum, and even the extraordinary people in Loran, must have thought that this was just an ordinary artifact from a lost tribe.
Because no supernatural power or great spirituality can be found on it, but how could they know that this relief is a product of the gods that even Mozo finds rare
In that era when gods walked the earth, how many incredible creations were produced was something that even the original gods could not have explained.
Even a freak like Mozo couldn't say that he knew that era in detail. So Mozo basically stayed away from ancient items whose origins he couldn't tell.
But the humans in this world won’t do that, they are used to being arrogant!
But it doesn’t matter, if humans are not arrogant, they are not human.
Mozo did not intend to deny the contributions of those scholars and extraordinary people to ancient knowledge and extraordinary knowledge, but it was obviously a very funny and arrogant act to rely on these people to exhaust all the secrets of this world.
And it is this arrogance that ensures that Mozo can do something big today.
As one rough rune after another in Mozo's hand was carved with blood.
This seemingly ordinary ancient relief began to tremble violently in Mozo's hands.
And as the amplitude of the trembling increased, wisps of golden lines quietly emerged on it, and even continued to render the mighty monsters depicted on the relief vividly.
When the trembling stopped, Mozo immediately threw the relief out, and it exploded in mid-air before it even hit the ground. The mighty monster with countless golden runes also appeared in the smoke!
Looking at the nameless monster that was growing bigger and bigger, Mozo said to it in ancient orc language:
"The Harvest Festival has arrived! This city is the hunting ground prepared for you. Please destroy, destroy, and hunt as you like!"
After hearing this, the nameless monster immediately used its six arms to beat its chest frantically.
That's not anger, that's excitement.
After a brief venting, the monster said to Mozo:
"You are good, I am very happy!"
After saying this, without waiting for Mozo to react, the monster suddenly jumped up, broke through the dome of the museum, and then rushed towards the direction of the imperial capital.
This relief was created by the Hada tribe of the orcs in the Age of Gods. The craftsmanship behind it had long been lost, but Mozo knew that in order to create it, the blood and souls of at least three demigod-level creatures would be needed.
At the same time, a Great Shaman equivalent to Sequence Two is required to continuously participate in the long and complicated manufacturing cycle.
The product of such tedious and difficult forging was the monster just now.
That thing was developed for only one purpose - to kill! Efficiently kill!
The Age of Gods was a mad melee between the major races. Each race was frantically killing other creatures in order to ensure that their main god could take the final step.
It’s a pity that the so-called last step was a conspiracy and a joke from the very beginning.
Many people understand this, but no one is willing to believe it.
After shaking his head, Mozo moved on to the next exhibit.
Outside the Fog City Palace, Emperor Andal, who was defending there, naturally saw the monster that was madly making its way towards this side at first sight.
And every time the monster destroyed a building, its destructive desire would be satisfied and its body would become taller.
By the time it approached the palace, it had already smashed through more than a dozen blocks and had risen to nearly a hundred meters!
Looking at the monster in front of him, even the knowledgeable Emperor Andal showed a puzzled expression.
This cannot be blamed on him; the Age of Gods is simply too far away from his time.
No one has ever required an emperor to be as knowledgeable as Mozo.
But even though he doesn't know, since it involves becoming a god, Emperor Andal will not show any mercy.
He focused and shouted:
"This is my country, soldiers, stand up!"
The essence of an emperor is to rule, and the Eternal Monarch can rule over everything he sees in his kingdom. Even if Emperor Andal has become a god, he can almost directly take away the control of all dead things!
As Emperor Andal's voice fell, the soldiers made of houses, soil, and even clean water climbed up one after another.
Then these soulless soldiers quickly rushed in one direction, and soon they gathered into a giant sand puppet that was powerful enough to rival the monster.
After pulling out a long sword made of mud and bricks from its body, the huge sand puppet soldier swung the sword directly and collided with the six-handed monster.
With a loud bang, the entire fog shook for a moment due to the collision of the two monsters.
But inside the Fog City Palace, the coronation ceremony of Emperor Andal was still proceeding in an orderly manner, as if the earth-shaking events outside had nothing to do with them at all.
The Emperor simplified and quickly skipped over the long speeches that were customary in the coronation ceremony. He did not intend to waste his precious time on those red tapes. Now the ceremony had reached the most critical stage—the bishops gave blessings on behalf of the gods!
However, it was also here that something happened that made many messengers raise their eyebrows slightly.
Of course, it was not that someone broke in, nor was it that the bishop suddenly changed his mind and decided not to crown him.
But there is another intriguing thing—the first person to come up was the bishop of the Victory Church.
The bishop who served the goddess of victory bowed slowly to the emperor Andal who was sitting on the throne. Andal naturally returned the greeting with a smile.
But then, everyone realized something was wrong.
Because the Bishop of the Victory Church actually took out a speech scroll from behind him that was neither long nor short.
At this point in time when everyone understands that things need to be brief and as quick as possible, this thing was taken out. The attitude of this bishop, no, it should be said that the attitude of the Victory Church became very interesting.
After taking out the scroll, the archbishop opened it with a bit of surprise and said:
"Oh my, look at this, why is it so long? I have clearly told my subordinates that the prayer needs to be short and clear. This is really true!"
The young Emperor Andal did not feel any shame or annoyance at all. On the contrary, he sat on the throne and laughed:
"You are joking, Your Excellency the Archbishop. This is not a problem. This is a sign of your love and concern for me. Please start with this!"
The gods would not like someone to take away their cake. If this was the only difficulty they had, then Emperor Andal would be so happy that he would not be able to contain himself!
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Seeing that Emperor Andal was so open-minded, the bishop from the Victory Church immediately bowed with a smile and began his long speech.
In response, the others just stood there quietly waiting.
At the same time, everyone here noticed that the vibration outside the palace wall was becoming more and more obvious.
The extraordinary people in front of the palace gate were looking at the two giant monsters fighting not far away in awe. Every confrontation between the six-armed monster and the giant sand doll would not only cause the earth to shake.
It would also destroy a large area of houses and buildings. Fortunately, they were all pulled into the mirror world. Otherwise, if the other side took them down like this, God knows how many people would die and what a huge price would be paid.
In terms of not wanting to damage the Fog City too much, Mozo shares the same demands as them.
The mirror world gave both sides the confidence to fight without holding back.
Now it depends on who will have the last laugh.
As the battle between the two giant monsters became increasingly intense, several extraordinary people also walked up to the middle-aged emperor and asked:
"Your Majesty, how about we take some people and search the city?"
Emperor Andal could not help but glance back at him. This was a Sequence 6 Transcendent.
In the eyes of ordinary people, let alone a Sequence 6, even a Sequence 10 is an extraordinary figure. But here, a Sequence 6 is really nothing.
But what makes Emperor Andal very helpless is that he only has such people under his command...
Those who surrendered to him were the remnants of the nobles of the old seven kingdoms. Not only had these people been killed by the butchers, leaving only two or three cats and kittens, but even Isabel later on had continuously weakened their strength.
So even though they surrendered to Emperor Andal and briefly gained control of the entire Fog City, they were unable to attract many extraordinary people.
It's not that Emperor Andal hadn't thought about developing his own power, but he basically gave up because it would easily expose his existence. After all, for him, as long as he succeeded, he would instantly gain a huge empire.
Therefore, Emperor Andal needed secrecy more than power. And the disadvantage of this was also very obvious at the moment - he had no one under him. At least no one who could be of great use.
But having said that, no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat, right
After a brief thought, Emperor Andal said to them:
"Take all the people and the three seals I gave you, and search in a fan shape along the direction that the six-armed monster came from!"
"If you find the real culprit, then kill him if you can. If not, hold him back for me! At least wait until I get here."
"Can you do this?"
The three first-level seals were the best cards that Emperor Andal had at the moment. As for the powerful seals that the Loran royal family had collected in the Fog City, it wasn't that he didn't want to use them, it was that he really couldn't use them.
Because when he was planning to detain the three queens, due to a small mistake, the Queen of Dawn forcibly locked the treasure house of the Fog City.
If they want to open it again, either the three queens will give the nod, or a new emperor will appear. It is not impossible to force it open, but how much will be left inside after doing so, God knows.
Upon hearing this, these extraordinary people nodded and said:
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty!"
Emperor Andal nodded immediately and said:
"Then let's go!"
Soon, under the watchful eyes of Emperor Andal, these extraordinary people who had surrendered to him set off in a mighty force.
But honestly speaking, even if he gave them three first-level seals, Emperor Andal felt that he couldn't count on them.
But mosquito legs have their own uses.