Nightmare Card House

Shadow Realm.

While Fang Tian was concentrating on carving his own spiritual imprint on the blood altar, Bishop Noelt of the Holy Church and the Templars had already rushed to the swamp area as soon as they received the letter from the headquarters.

"Bishop Noelt."

Outside the desolate land in the swamp area, a Templar knight put his hands on his chest respectfully, performed standard Templar etiquette, and said, "We have made a plan for the periphery of the desolate land. After a simple inspection, this area is filled with the aura of the undead. The space area is much larger than the ordinary desolate land, and there are a large number of undead creatures inside. The only strange thing is that these undead creatures seem to have been affected by something. Inspired by these special forces, they did not spread outwards, but just wandered inside the desolate land, and did not cause harm to the surrounding civilians. "

Bishop Noelt stared at the desolate land shrouded in clouds before him and asked: "It is impossible that such a large desolate land could be gathered in a short time. What's going on?"

"I don't know. We have inquired from people around us before. This area used to be a swamp area. We don't know when we heard about undead creatures. In fact, few people come close to this area. There are similar rumors. After it spreads, fewer people will come close.”

Bishop Noelt nodded, thinking about something in his mind. He slowly said, "MacArthur, you have participated in holy wars and even fought against the undead. From what you have seen, is this desolate land man-made?" Produced?”

Man-made? How is this possible? Templar MacArthur shook his head in his heart. With such a large area of ​​undead desolate land, unless the Lich King was alive, there would be no way to reach this level. But if the Lich King was really alive, those in the Holy Court would have long ago Just feel it.

"No, no one will have this ability." MacArthur assured.

"Well, you are right. If I guessed correctly, there should be some powerful source of power supporting it in the center of this desolate land of the undead."

"Are you saying that there are undead artifacts in this desolate land?" MacArthur's expression changed slightly.

"That's right." The bishop nodded and then sighed, "But judging from the current situation, this desolate land is gradually shrinking. I'm afraid the power of the artifact is about to be dissipated."

"Is it about to dissipate? This should be a good thing for us." The Templar Knights felt relieved. Such a large area of ​​desolate land is really rare. The dissipation of the central energy power is a big problem for them. A good piece of good news. The risk of handling it will be greatly reduced. He continued to ask, "Then Bishop, can we start to purify this area? The area of ​​this desolate land is huge, and it will take more than 100,000 square meters to purify it." It took a lot of time.”

"Purification?"

Bishop Noelt raised his brows subtly, shook his head and said, "No, Arthur, we are not in a hurry."

"Aren't you in a hurry?" The Templar Knight was a little confused, and he continued to ask, "Bishop Noelt, do you mean to let us investigate more to make sure there is no danger in this area before we start purifying the desolate land? ?”

"No, MacArthur, you completely misunderstood me." Bishop Noelt moved his eyes to the two paladins behind MacArthur and asked: "Are the two boxes I asked you to carry with you still there? Bring them here."

"Yes, Bishop."

Soon, several paladins from behind brought two large boxes over.

"Bishop Noelt, what's in the box?" MacArthur was very confused. He rushed here non-stop after returning from the Holy City. The bishop seemed to pay special attention to these two boxes.

Bishop Noelt did not answer immediately. He waved to the surrounding paladins to retreat, and then said: "Do you really want to know? You can open him now."

Bishop Noelt's tone made MacArthur feel that something was wrong. He stepped forward and opened the box.

Seeing the things stored in the box, MacArthur's expression suddenly changed. He immediately closed the box and turned back to look at the bishop in great surprise.

Bishop Noelt already knew what was stored inside, and looked indifferent.

"Master Bishop? Did you make a mistake? Why...shouldn't these sealed bone golems be sealed in the Holy Court?"

Bone Golem!

The origin of these things can be traced back to the last century, which was the product of the war between the Holy Court and the undead in the last century.

Even in a sealed state, they are still filled with a strong undead aura.

"Yes, these sealed bone golems are just worthless dead objects kept in the Holy Court. They have to be taken care of with great effort. Taking them out can bring out their remaining value." Bishop Noelt Expressionless, he continued, "Now, send a few paladins to put these bone golems into the depths of this desolate land, and then unlock their seals. You should know how to do it."

"What? Unlock the seal?"

Templar MacArthur looked shocked. After hearing this, he asked in disbelief: "Master Bishop, why are you doing this? The desolate land in this area has begun to shrink. That is precisely because of the lack of central undead energy support. , now we put the Bone Golem into it, wouldn’t it be..."

"Yes, you are right. In this way, this barren land will be replenished with the source of power again. Under the influence of the bone golem, it will not be long before this undead land will be reborn, or even mutate, and spread to the outside world at a faster speed."

The Templar's heart trembled, and his face was full of doubts. He even suspected that Bishop Noelt in front of him was occupied by the undead.

Bishop Noelt turned his back, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "MacArthur, it's been so long, you still don't understand people's hearts. This world has been peaceful for too long. The glory of the Holy See in the past has been gradually forgotten by people. They have forgotten who dispelled the black who and who gave life to this continent. If it weren't for us, this continent would have been swallowed by evil. Now, they have lost their awe. Now, we need to reawaken the fear in their hearts and let them accept our faith again."

The Templar frowned. He probably understood what the bishop was thinking.

These thoughts, everything that the Holy See encountered, he saw in his eyes, but he had no power to change them.