Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

The mining area was not peaceful after nightfall. Many believers still sat in the open space outdoors and used iron chisels and stone hammers to knock on the mined stones under the weak light of candles, breaking up the irregular boulders into pieces of stone for construction.

Led by the knights, the warriors of the Judgment Army continued to patrol key locations in the mining area. Only the cathedral construction site near the gentle slope had a moment of peace, after all, no one would stay here at night.

"Stop! Who are you? Why are you here?" On the muddy construction road leading to the cathedral, two soldiers of the Judgment Army who had just changed guards shouted at a group of believers who were walking up.

This group of believers seemed to be carrying something on their shoulders, and everyone was carrying a worn-out linen bag.

"Sir, we are the believers responsible for drawing prayers and prayer flags..." A gray-haired old man who was the leader of the group took the initiative to stand up and bowed humbly to the patrolling soldiers of the Judgment Army.

The soldiers looked at each other and asked in confusion, "Drawing prayers? Why don't you stay in your tent to rest? Why go to the church construction site in the middle of the night?" The old man quickly took off the bag on his back, revealing the scattered sacrificial supplies and offerings inside. "The construction period is urgent. The priest ordered us to engrave the prayers of the holy book on the pillars of the foundation in advance, so that we have more time to help the priests do other things during the day..." The soldiers of the Judgment Army nodded, quite moved, "Then there is no need to work overnight. Forget it, it's great that you have this intention. Bring more torches and candles. May the glory always shine on you pious people." The old man bowed repeatedly and watched the two soldiers who were changing guards slowly walk towards the camp. His dark eyes looked weird under the torchlight. The group of people put on their backpacks again and walked towards the church construction site on the hillside in unusual silence. …

"Father, will this really attract the attention of that... that existence?" The scarred middle-aged man asked anxiously, "We have tried countless ways in the past, but it seems difficult to please Him, let alone summon Him to the real world..."

The old man glanced at his son and said in a low voice: "What do you know? This time I really got His revelation from my dream prayer. Otherwise, why do you think we took such a big risk to come here?"

After he finished speaking, he looked around at the others and ordered decisively: "Time is running out. We may be discovered at any time. Start preparing for the ceremony now."

"You three are responsible for handling the sacrificial offerings. You and you, the two of you will help me draw the ritual array. The rest of you will be divided into two groups, responsible for observing the situation outside and reporting to us in time."

Without wasting any more time, everyone immediately opened their backpacks and began to act separately in silence.

Someone took out a number of sacrificial items from his backpack that looked extremely evil - a shrunken fetus wrapped in beeswax, a strange insect soaked in a sticky liquid and still trembling slightly, a group of terrible tumors that were bright red but had no bloody smell...

The old man held a pen made of black swan feathers in one hand and a delicate silver bowl in the other, constantly dipping the red and black liquid in it, and quickly drawing a large number of strange and evil symbols and inscriptions on the floor of the church hall that had not yet been capped.

He had repeated these ritual processes countless times, and even if he was blindfolded, he would not make any mistakes. However, no matter how he tried in the past, he never succeeded.

As the preparations for the ceremony were completely completed, the old man's originally calm eyes gradually turned into fanaticism. He called the other family members who were still in the hall, took the offerings they handed to him, and carefully placed them in the predetermined magic array position in turn, and began to recite the familiar ritual prayers.

"A great existence wandering in endless vanity."

"The superior in the shadows, the silent demon of the heart, the controller of mortal desires."

"I beg for a response, beg for attention."

"I beg for a response, beg for attention."

"I beg for a response, beg for attention..."

The old man kept muttering, and his body was completely lying on the ground, with his forehead pressed tightly against the ground. Others followed suit, muttering the ritual spell with the old man.

In the quiet air, invisible weak cyclones seemed to suddenly appear, circling around the ritual array.

In the distant darkness, there came a heavy sigh that seemed to be emitted by countless people at the same time.

...

High Judge Zack Hyde had just completed the daily nightly prayer ceremony. With the help of the assistant priest, he cleaned his face and hands with clean warm water, put on a light priest's white robe, and prepared to go to bed.

His residence is a marching tent that is exactly the same as other Judgment Army, and it is stationed in the Judgment Army’s camp in the center of the valley. It looks inconspicuous.

Except for the assistant priest who is responsible for his daily life and the subordinate knights who are close to him, no one else knows which of the hundreds of tents he will rest in after nightfall.

This is also an effective strategy for him to avoid being attacked by high-level spellcasters at night. After all, although the blood knights are numerous, they cannot withstand the high-level spellcasters who can fly with the wind and are too mobile, which can easily catch them off guard.

There is no need to worry about this problem during the day. The Judgment Army's demon-breaking crossbow is not a vegetarian. In the past few hundred years, these evil wizards who flies around the sky have suffered a lot.

Not long after he lay down, he suddenly felt a irritable feeling and could not fall asleep peacefully through meditation.

After the bloodline awakened, the extremely powerful heart beat hard in his chest a few times, which made him suddenly feel an inexplicable terror, and a layer of fine cold sweat arose behind him.

not good! Something unusual happened!

The senior presiding judge turned over and sat up without hesitation. Before he could even put his armor, he pulled out his glorious sword from the weapon stand, opened the curtain of the camp and rushed out.

The white-robed priest Raphael ran quickly from a distance, shouting a warning to him while running.

"Sir Zach! Not good! Something happened in the church...there was something happening in the church!"

Zach Hyde's eyes shrank, turned the hilt of the sword to press against the priest who almost crashed into his arms due to anxiety, and shouted loudly, "Calm down! What happened? What happened to the church?"

The priest looked frightened, still in an incredible fear, and repeated murmured: "Cultists! Some cultists were infiltrated among the believers, and they were actually conducting...blasphemy to summon the devil in the church. "" ""

What a blasphemy this is! Absolutely unforgivable!

When Zach Hyde was young, he followed the Judge Knights and traveled to the southern countries for several years. He experienced countless battles to eliminate heretics and demon believers, so he naturally knew what these fallen people had.

They wanted to contaminate and blaspheme the new parish that had just been in its prototype through sacrifices and summoning rituals, spread fear and depravity among the believers, and shake their pious faith.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Call the blood knights immediately and go to the church with me." Zach Hyde roared with gritted teeth, "I want them to pay a heavy price. When the dawn rises tomorrow, I will watch them on the stolen rack with my own eyes Crying and wailing!”

The high-level presiding judge led dozens of intermediate blood knights to the church construction site at an extremely fast speed and found that several ordinary judge soldiers outside the church hall were fighting fiercely with swords against several believers.

He snorted coldly, waved the sword in his hand with one hand, and his whole body turned into a blazing light and crashed into the crowd. In the blink of an eye, he saw the cultists who were fighting stubbornly, covering up and being killed. Broken hands and feet lie on the ground and struggle in pain.

"Don't kill them directly for now. Use divine techniques to slow down their injuries. When I finish cleaning up the cult leaders inside, let them accept my Lord's divine punishment together!"

After saying that, he rushed into the church without looking back.

The summoning ceremony did cause some evil and abnormal energy fluctuations, but fortunately he arrived in time and did not have the most terrible result.

The demon came as promised without being attracted by the ritual.

The group of cultists led by a gray-haired old man were now holding simple weapons, huddling in a corner of the hall, staring at Zach Hyde, who rushed in with extreme hatred.

"You group of filthy mice in the sewer!" The senior presiding judge smiled grimly and slowly approached with his long sword.

The old man spat a big mouthful of bloody saliva on the ground hatefully, and mocked with a fanatical expression: "You damn charlatans! One day, they will pay the price for your evil deeds!"

Zach Hyde laughed to the sky, "Hahaha! I want to see who will give first..."

He suddenly stuck halfway through his words, and his throat seemed to be sputtering. The white-robed priest rushed in wanted to step forward to support him, but he waved his hand away.

"Ho ho~uh...uh..." Zach Hyde suddenly spitted out a large mouthful of black and red pus and blood into the sky, mixed with a large amount of flesh and blood material suspected to be fragments of internal organs.

He staggered twice, and suddenly heard several strange noises behind him.

Alas! Alas! Alas!

Something exploded behind me?

Zach Hyde struggled to turn his veins bulging neck and slowly looked back.

But he was frightened to find that, including the white-robed priest Raphael, several judges who had awakened their blood talent, suddenly exploded strangely, leaving only the blood-storming neck cavity, and slowly kneeled to the ground. The body.

"Why...is this happening? Demon...you guys succeed?"

The senior presiding judge turned his head again, looked at the cultists who were also extremely frightened, and asked with difficulty.

Before the other party could answer, a strange flush suddenly appeared on his face, causing Zhu Jian, who was extremely painful, to kneel to the ground.

After a thud, Zach Hyde's pair of eyeballs were squeezed out of his eye sockets and fell to the ground with a click.

Then his head finally made a terrifying sound of Titicacia, and then slowly cracked open. His blood mixed with scarlet brains, dyeing his pure white robe with endless crimson red along his neck...