The Rise of the Cemetery

Pelor, the Lord of Radiance, Carrigos, the Lord of War, Savras, the God of Prophecy...the once glorious names disappeared without a trace and disappeared into the long river of history, replaced by the morning light Lathander, the god of justice, Tyr, the god of justice, and Tempus, the god of war.

They either used to be the gods of a powerful god, or they came from behind and occupied the broken priesthood left over from the fall of the powerful god, thus leaping to become a new god.

The twists and turns in it are inevitably full of calculations, intrigues and betrayals.

Many scholars who have intensively studied history have asserted that the fall of the great Lord of Radiance was absolutely inseparable from the credit of Lathander, who belonged to his god at that time. Losander was originally only the God of Dawn, but after absorbing part of the clergy left over from the fall of the Lord of Radiance, he became the current God of Morning Light, and at the same time became the head of the three most powerful churches in the Klein Continent.

The Temple of Justice, which deals with young mages today, is an ancient church handed down from ancient times. Tyr, the god of justice, is also the only ancient god among the three churches.

Li Xun has always held a certain admiration for this ancient church that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

"People are old, spirits and ghosts are old spirits", a god that has survived for tens of thousands of years, no matter how important it is, it is not an exaggeration.

Looking at the generous and tragic scenes that took place on Half Moon Island, the young mage couldn't help but sigh at the insignificance and greatness of human beings. A person may be small and can be easily obliterated by a powerful being, but he is also great at the same time. Because he can use his actions to influence a large number of people, bring together the same insignificant people, and exaggerate the brilliance that belongs to human beings with a sad and sad heroism.

Time passed slowly in Li Xun's leisurely meditation, and the distant sky finally revealed a glimmer of light.

Dawn has come!

Even though it was only a glimmer of light, in this completely chaotic fighting battlefield, it was like a peerless magic weapon, splitting the pitch-black battlefield with a single sword. Both sides of the war paused for a moment, and then they re-entered the life-and-death fight.

kill... kill... kill...

Endless kills, endless enemies.

The arm has long been numb to the point where there is no feeling, only mechanical blocking, slashing, and smashing, and the undead in front of him have changed batch after batch, seemingly endless. The body was splattered with foul-smelling sticky black blood, which had also solidified and hardened into thick scabs, which would slump down with every vigorous movement until a new layer of blood stuck to it again.

The brilliance of divine magic on his body has long since disappeared, even the chain armor carefully crafted by the church has been broken into half, and wounds are scattered all over his body, and it is impossible to find out one by one. Most of these wounds have turned black and blue, and the corpse poison and insidious poison attached to them made their bodies no longer able to move as flexibly as before. But this still couldn't stop them from slamming the weapons in their hands at the damned undead.

The edge of the long sword has curled and collapsed, and it can no longer cut through the tough skin of zombies and lickers, so it can be swung as an iron bar. The heavy mace was covered with sticky and foul-smelling black blood, and it slipped when swung. He simply tore off the cloth strip from his body and tied it firmly with his big hand.

Without the sense of justice to eradicate evil spirits, without the thought of honor to eradicate the undead, what stays in their hearts is only endless killing. Kill the enemies and they will live. Even if they were about to die in battle the next moment, they would swing their weapons at the enemy in front of them at this moment.

They would rather die in battle than become ugly guys like those zombies!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, leaving behind all kinds of terrifying sounds in this world that people just want to ignore.

Although time passes slowly, what should come will always come.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning pierces the thick cloud and the hazy sea fog, and projects its own warmth into this ugly world, everything is over.

The undead have finally retreated!

When the warm sun shines on the cusp of the crescent moon, the last shambling figure has just disappeared in the depths of the dense forest in the distance.

The human camp strewn with corpses is like a forgotten land frozen in amber. Even after the war has passed, there is no trace of popularity, let alone a living person.

Looking down from a high altitude, the corpses of undead creatures were piled up particularly densely in several places. One is the barracks area that is blocking the entrance of the camp, where corpses are piled one upon another, almost becoming a disgusting mountain of corpses. The other is located at the tent in the center of the camp. There, a wall of corpses was densely covered in a ring, most of them belonged to zombies and lickers, and occasionally some humans could be seen.

However, the area where each human remains is located is a small battlefield. All kinds of miserable undead creatures that fell around him formed a static picture scroll that made people's eyes freeze.

Among the fallen humans, there were mercenaries, church knights, and priests in soft robes, but the most impressive ones were those high-ranking knights and priests. They were almost overwhelmed by the corpses of the undead, and the undead who fell beside them were particularly ugly and fierce.

But all this has become a thing of the past.

No matter how fierce and ugly the undead was, once its head was smashed and its soul fire dispelled, it could only turn into an ignorant, rancid remains.

Probably the only person in the entire human camp who was a little angry was the High Priest Heyman who sat quietly in front of the tent.

The once exquisite and gorgeous robes of priests have been infected by thick blood scabs so that the original color cannot be seen clearly. The scepter held tightly in the hand has been bent due to excessive ramming, and even the white crystal on the head of the scepter has melted. For a powder. The holy tome of justice held in his arms was also stained with large swaths of stains, and the place where the corners were inlaid with copper edges still had the dried up flesh of the licker.

Priest Heyman sat quietly on the wicker chair, with his body bent and his head bowed down. Even when the warm sun shone on him, he didn't move at all.

A violent dry cough suddenly sounded in the desolate arena, breaking the deathly silence just now.

A pile of corpses squirmed slightly, and as the high piles of corpses continued to roll down, a bloody man who couldn't tell the age or occupation struggled to crawl out of it.

When he stumbled out of the pile of corpses and tried his best to stand upright in the arena, all he could see was the mess and strangely shaped corpses all over the arena.

"It's done! Lord Heyman, it's finished..."

The two grey-haired scholars threw aside the tent door and rushed out of the tent with shouts of excitement. But before they told everyone the good news, they were completely shocked by the desolate and tragic scene before them.

Priest Bowen, who was completely covered in stinky blood stains, dragged his tired and limp body to the Great Priest Heyman. He called a few times in a low voice, but there was no response for a long time. After careful inspection, it was confirmed that Priest Heyman had returned to the kingdom of God.

Priest Hayman died of severe mental exhaustion. At the last juncture of the battle, if it weren't for the great priest Heyman who desperately squeezed the divine magic power in his body, several large-scale auras of blessing and protection from evil erupted, the few remaining priests and knights who were exhausted could not sustain it at all. to the last moment.

"Lord Bowen, the space beacon has been completed. Look..." the two scholars asked hesitantly.

"Activate immediately. The undead are only retreating temporarily, and the teleportation must be completed before they pounce again!" Priest Bowen swept across the audience with a dejected expression, and ordered decisively.

Half a quarter of an hour later, with the continuous turbulence of a huge space ripple, a dazzling teleportation light flashed in the small tent.

As soon as the tent door was opened, tall and generous figures walked out of the tent with firm and powerful steps, followed by a tall and strong cloth-robed elder with short brown hair and a simple and tough face .

Even though he had been mentally prepared, Archbishop Fan Keris still felt his heart sink when he saw the fierce and brutal scene outside the tent. In his vast and incomparable perception of mental power, the fire of life that can be detected in such a large camp is only a small amount.

"There...there...and there!"

Following several pointers from Archbishop Fan Kerris, several great knights who followed quickly rushed out, and soon three survivors who still had a trace of life were picked out from the messy pile of corpses. , two priests and an intermediate knight.

The bishop who came with the team submerged a series of proficient divine arts into the bodies of the three of them, and quickly stabilized their injuries, and even the weak breath that was dying became a little thicker.

In addition to Archbishop Fankris, there were two bishops, two great knights and four high-ranking knights who came through the teleportation. With such a huge lineup, as long as they don't encounter legendary characters, they can completely crush all treacherous and evil people.

So the team did not stop at the camp. A high-ranking knight was left behind to take care of the wounded in the arena and collect the corpses of the dead. The rest jumped up straight and followed the strong breath of the undead to the center of Banyue Island.

Since the early advance team paid such a huge price, these casualties can only be recovered from the enemy.

A quarter of an hour later, a group of eight people reached the edge of the illusion barrier.

The same illusion barrier can fool a mid-level knight, but it cannot fool a 20th-level archbishop. Looking at the illusion enchantment with an evil red light in front of him, a nameless anger surged into Fan Keris' heart.

It was just a spear of light transformed by the extremely simple holy power, which easily broke the illusion barrier that only had a concealing effect. As a result, a castle of the undead with turbulent corpses was once again presented in front of everyone.

Slightly different from the undead castle seen through alchemy props last time, the undead castle at this moment is worthy of its name.

Hordes of rotting zombies filled the dark swamp. Together with a large number of skeleton soldiers, they floated up and down in the smelly and filthy mud. Only their ugly twisted heads and jungle-like black arms were exposed, waiting for the enemy to break through. into their territory.

Countless ghosts and resentful souls are circling and flying above the castle of the undead in the distance, sending out eerie howls that shook the sky. Their shapes are inherently illusory, and under the low and gloomy dark clouds, it is difficult for ordinary people to avoid their swooping and sneak attacks.

On the low walls of the castle of the undead, there are a large group of vampires and liches entrenched. It looks like they are planning to defend the city.

But these are not the focus of Archbishop Van Kriss's concern. Having experienced the last war against the undead, and witnessed the tide of millions or even tens of millions of undead, this small fight in front of him can no longer shake his heart.

At this moment, what he really cared about was the evil aura in the castle of the undead.