The Hungry King followed Hawkins' feet. It looked up at Hawkins and asked, "Master, you said we'll see Sotune, is He here?"

"Yes, when Sothun was dying, he fled back to his main temple, trying to recover from his injuries through faith, but unfortunately his opponent was crueler than him." Hawkins replied with a smile.

The Hungry King said curiously: "What did His opponent do?"

"Introducing the nameless mist, killing the creatures in the entire sea area, so Sothun died." Hawkins replied.

The Hungry King suddenly felt chills. This was really too cruel.

It looked up at Hawkins and asked, "Who is His opponent?"

"The other party is still alive, we won't mention His name." Hawkins replied faintly.

The cute king nodded suddenly and stopped asking.

The more they walked inside, the more complete the gold statues around them became. After passing through a corridor, the gold around them remained basically intact and was not harmed by the golden retriever four-fingered ape.

In fact, when he walked through the corridor, there was another building on the inner floor. Hawkins stepped forward and pushed open a golden gate, and a terrifying aura suddenly surged out like the wind.

The wind carried high temperatures, and the Hawkins electromagnetic field formed a vaguely visible shield in the wind, resisting all forces outside.

When the wind blew, Hawkins chuckled and said, "Let's go in."

Indoors, countless golds are constructed into extremely complex interiors. In the middle of the ceiling, a huge golden sphere hangs down, and golden pillars are inserted into the corners of the four walls through the golden sphere.

And in the center of the room, an irregular sphere lies quietly on the ground, like a cooked egg illuminated by a flashlight.

Hawkins walked forward slowly, and the cute king followed in surprise, looking at the "egg" on the ground with guilt.

The sphere is not big, and may be only about one meter in diameter. There are countless small words and carvings on it, which looks a bit like a trophy.

"Blasphemy, leave here!" Suddenly, a loud and thick voice came from behind the sphere.

The cute king of hungry was startled and hurriedly hid behind Hawkins' feet, looking at the sphere with a look of surprise and suspicion.

Marnie looked at the sphere curiously, with only gold in her eyes and no fear at all.

"It's a pity that it's just a divine thought, not a real god." Hawkins smiled.

The God of Time transformed by Arkham is not a complete god, and the other half of the glass man who occupies the hourglass of Time is also not a complete god.

Hawkins himself was still a little short of becoming a god, so Hawkins had never seen a real god before.

"presumptuous!"

Suddenly, a roar came from behind the sphere.

However, Hawkins didn't care about the threat of this bluff and walked directly to the other side of the sphere. The cute king and Marnie both opened their eyes wide and exclaimed.

On the other side of the golden sphere, there is actually a golden skeleton connected.

The spine of the skeleton is connected to the golden sphere, and it looks like an ordinary person carrying a huge baggage.

"Master, is he Sotune?" The Hungry King asked in a low voice.

Hawkins nodded and said, "Yes, He is Sotune."

The sphere itself is a magical artifact, which has become one with Sotune himself, so Sotune looks so weird.

In fact, anyone who wants to become a god will have to pay a price. Sotun is a relatively good situation to become like this. Arkham's glass man's state is really uncomfortable.

Of course, this kind of small problem is not a problem for Hawkins. After all, the mother itself is weird enough, and adding a little something else is not harmful.

While Hawkins and the Cute King faced Sotune's corpse, subtle golden particles gradually condensed in the fog around him, gradually forming a pair of resentful eyes.

Sothun's spirit had long collapsed, but His thoughts were preserved through the remaining divine power, just like residual data, executing incomplete instructions.

"Hawkins, is he full of gold?" Marnie asked on Hawkins' shoulder.

Hawkins glanced around and nodded and smiled, "Yes, it's all gold."

Before Marnie could speak, Hawkins suddenly turned around and avoided it. Thin golden needles shot out from the fog and landed on the golden pillar not far away.

"The blasphemer must die!"

In the darkness and mist, a leisurely sound came.

Marnie looked at Hawkins, and Hawkins smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just a little trouble, a very little trouble."

He originally held Marnie with his right hand, but then he switched Marnie to his left hand, and his right hand was slightly opened, and black thin lines suddenly dispersed, directly stabbing into the fog.

These thin lines turn from soft to hard in a blink of an eye, and countless golden liquids flow out along the thin lines.

Hawkins waved his hand, and the thin thread quickly returned to his hand, and in a blink of an eye, he contracted into the bracelet, and he smiled and said, "It's solved."

"What is that?" The cute king couldn't help asking.

Hawkins looked at Sotun on the ground and replied: "A remnant thought, the weakness is fear pulse energy, which is actually easy to deal with."

"What is pulse energy?" Marnie asked.

Hawkins smiled and replied, "You can understand it as a shock wave!"

He walked up to Sothun and was about to send Sothun into eternal space, but just as he was about to take action, the space around him suddenly twisted and one hand blocked him.

“Huh?”

Hawkins and the hand were stunned at the same time, and then Hawkins retreated, and the hand also retreated.

Then, the twist continued to grow, and a man who looked very similar to Anubis's original spirit body bounced out of the twist and walked forward several steps before stopping.

"So that's it, we're meeting again." The man raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile when he saw Hawkins.

Hawkins guessed with his voice: "Arkham?"

"Yes, it's me." Arkham nodded and smiled.

Hawkins frowned and said, "Are you... following me?"

"No, no, no, there is no such thing, it's just that we have a causal relationship, and you happened to meet something I was interested in, so I happened to appear in front of you, that's all." Arkham quickly shook his head and explained.

Hawkins looked at him not speaking, and continued to explain: "Okay, let me tell you a little bit of my trump card, otherwise you will definitely not believe what I said. One of my abilities is called "The Breath of Cause and Effect". Whenever people who are related to me are in some special situations, I can vaguely detect the "Breath". I just discovered the breath of the medium, so I appeared here, not to track you or monitor you."

"It's very interesting ability." Hawkins commented lightly, the discomfort in his tone was very obvious.

Arkham said helplessly: "Okay, I know this ability is a bit rogue, so I don't know how to use it in general. The problem is... you are so lucky that you can still encounter such a high-level medium. Tell me... what do you need to give me the medium?"

"First of all, what is the medium?" Hawkins asked after a moment of silence.

In fact, he has heard of the word "media" countless times. For example, creatures in the false world need media to survive in the real world. Once the media is destroyed, creatures in the false world will be driven back to the false world.

But this medium does not seem to be the same thing as what Arkham said.

"Actually, the media is just a curse relic. It's not right to say that, it's probably a special curse relic." Arkham couldn't explain it clearly.

He walked back and forth in front of Hawkins, touching his chin and thinking, "What should I say, the mantra is only a stage, waiting for you... in fact, you don't need to become a ninth-level mantra. Everyone's path of cultivation is actually different, and the media is probably equivalent to the college's graduation certificate. You should know the graduation certificate, right?"

"I know." Hawkins nodded.

Arkham clapped his hands and smiled, "That's great. Let's put it this way, everyone's curse relics are actually different. Some curse relics have powerful power, and naturally there are weak curse relics. It is equivalent to a transit station. In fact, we can absorb the power of the false world and rely entirely on it.

But in this process, the curse relics themselves are actually strengthened. The saturation speed of the curse relics with a high upper limit and the lower upper limit is not the same. Unless you evolve the curse relics into secret treasures, once they are saturated, there will be a qualitative change, which is the so-called medium."

"After qualitative change, it's the medium?" Hawkins asked.

Arkham nodded and said, "Yes, the curse relics after qualitative transformation are media. Its biggest function is to connect the curse master and the false realm. From then on, the mantra's mantra's power will not increase at all, but the recovery speed will be increased to infinite."

Simply put, if a mantra's mantra's power is 1,000, then he will not increase his mantra's power anymore and will only maintain 1,000 mantra's power forever. However, his mantra's power recovery speed is infinite. No matter how much mantra's power is used, he can be replenished instantly and there will be no situation where the mantra's power is exhausted again.

It sounds like this is a little bit of the power of the mantra, and it has no effect on the mantra master. After all, there is no exhaustion.

But this is not the case. On the contrary, the larger the difference in the power of the curse, the greater the difference in strength between each other.

The infinite bullet pistol will definitely not hit the infinite shell cannon. The caliber and range of the two sides will be different, and the destructive power will be even more disparate.

For example, the curse relics of Hawkins and Mark have become mediums, and Hawkins outputs 300,000 spell power per second, while Mark can only output 1,000 spell power per second, and the strength is still very different.

Moreover, because there is no need to worry about the recovery of mantra power, if there is less mantra power, you will lose faster.

Hawkins realized this in an instant, he pondered for a moment and asked, "Can the curse relics after becoming a medium evolve into secret treasures?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of such things. Maybe... it won't work?" Arkham shrugged and uncertain.

Hawkins frowned and said, "What about the conditions for becoming a medium? How to judge whether the curse relics are close to saturation?"

He also wanted to evolve the Eternal Chart into a magical artifact. If he didn't pay attention one day, the Eternal Chart suddenly became a medium, then he wouldn't cry to death!

"There is no way to judge. This kind of thing depends on luck. Some people hope that their curse relics will change qualitatively as soon as possible, while others do not want their curse relics to change qualitatively too quickly, but that is all fate." Arkham squatted next to Sothun and replied with a smile.

Hawkins sighed slightly, then his eyes also fell on Sotune, and asked, "What do you want His medium to do? Can others use it?"

“Not.”

Arkham shook his head and replied.
Chapter completed!