The Rise of the Cemetery

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When the soul fires stimulated by the alchemy potion turned from dark green to blood red, and each of the Kern fanatics present were writhing crazily and hissing and roaring, Syberil waved his hand, and two rows of evil gods in black robes outside the temple Only then did the believers file in, standing around the Kern fanatics.

The next moment, the ear-piercing evil prayer rang out in the hall like a magic voice pouring into the brain.

Fifty believers of evil gods who had prosecuted the deceased and advanced to rank ignored their external affairs, and chanted Li Xun's holy name—Natier fanatically and piously, and continued to worship.

There is no way, the power of faith of the believers of the evil god is too strong. If Li Xun allowed them to worship his name every day, his camp would be pulled into the depths of evil within half a year. Therefore, whichever is the lesser of two evils, Li Xun can only temporarily accept their beliefs under Natil's family title.

Of course, this is all foreign language. Today, in the Temple of the God of Death in Misty Valley, Kern fanatics were chaotic and tyrannical by Sybril's violent alchemy potion. At this time, coupled with a specious belief, they also subconsciously followed the followers of the evil god. We recite the evil prayer together.

Sybril couldn't help but sneered.

Now that the other party has taken the bait, the next step is to close the line.

Under Sybril's command, the evil prayers murmured by the kneeling evil god believers changed silently, and there were many cryptic vicious curses cursing the god of death.

Kern's will in the hall became more and more violent and angry.

A mournful and formless wind of death began to howl in the hall, followed by the cries of countless ghosts and spirits, and terrifying crying faces flickered in the void.

At this moment, if the Kern fanatics saw the wrath of the god of death, they would have been terrified, bowed down and begged the god for forgiveness. But they have already been confused by the alchemy potion, they have no fear, they only know to recite these familiar but specious evil prayers with the believers of the evil god in the chaos and confusion.

When the prayer came to the end, the evil god believers also tore off their gentle faces, and began to curse Kern's name of death loudly, one by one, stamping their feet and beating their chests. This undoubtedly triggered imitation by many fanatics.

To Kern, the curse of the followers of the evil god may be nothing more than hateful mosquitoes buzzing in his ears, but the vicious curse of its fanatics is enough to trigger the reaction of the remaining rules of the undead world.

The fire of death on the brazier enshrined at the front of the Death God Temple suddenly burst into a huge flame that rushed straight to the top of the temple, and a tall and hideous distorted face suddenly appeared in the flames.

"Profanity! ... This is a huge blasphemy! ..."

"Damn ants, you are cursing a great god..."

"You lowly maggots, your actions have offended the gods...you will perish forever in the bottomless abyss of pain and become evil spirits who will forever bear your sins..."

"My wrath falls on you, you must bear your own evil..."

"Eternal suffering..."

What appeared in the flames of death was only a subsidiary consciousness of Kern differentiated in this main temple, and it was not as clear as the main body. Therefore, after sensing the "degeneration" and "betrayal" of its own believers, it also instinctively descended. Terrible divine punishment.

The bodies of the 137 Kern fanatics present trembled violently, and they suddenly raised their heads to the sky and screamed in extreme pain. A pale fire spread from the depths of their souls until it spread to every part of their bodies. The extreme torment of God's punishment made them writhe in pain and rolled all over the ground. In the pale and rotten body, souls struggling to get out of pain one by one, but they were bound by the fire of punishment of the gods and tortured in the original body.

The struggle and wailing of all the fanatics in the abyss of pain was also transmitted bit by bit through the channel of the fire of death to Kern, the lord of death far away in the battlefield.

And when Kern was furious and furious to the extreme, and wanted to open a channel across the air to send back a ray of spirit to find out what happened, the blasphemous priest Syberil, who had been squatting beside the necromancer brazier, smashed a piece in his hand with a grinning face. A crystal of divine power.

Originally, there were 2 such crystals of divine power condensed by the divine power of the morning light, and the Great Cemetery had two of them in reserve. It's a pity that Li Xun traded it away to impress the flame tyrant of the Mage Guild the day before yesterday, so this is the only one in the Great Cemetery.

Just as a distorted void channel slowly opened in the fire of death in the necromantic brazier, Sybril used the blasphemy priest's job ability to pretend to be a devout follower of the God of Morning Light, and immediately guided the pure morning light divine power in the crystallization of divine power rushed into the channel.

What would happen if a spark was suddenly thrown into a fully loaded oil drum? As a blasphemy priest, Syberil knew this clearly. So after finishing the action just now, his next action is to kick over the Necromancer Brazier cleanly and beautifully.

Everything he can do has been done, and the next thing is to look at the performance of His Excellency Skeleton King on the main battlefield.

...

After receiving the message from Sybril's soul, Li Xun slowly opened his eyes in Stratholme Magic Tower.

"Go and inform Karthus that he can start!"

Kern, the master of death at this moment, must be in the most miserable and depressed state in tens of thousands of years. This is the most suitable time to "take advantage of his illness to kill him"!

Therefore, with Stratholme as the main venue, and the four cemetery cities of Solma, Chaos, Sleep, and Shadowwind City as the sub-venues, the Dark Blood Sacrifice Ceremony officially began.

Numerous undead spellcasters knelt and prayed around these dark rituals, and demons danced wildly... Bit by bit of curse power was collected by the dark rituals and transmitted across the air to the ritual home where Stratholme was.

Karthus opened his eyes, joyfully sensing the terrifying power of the curse gradually filling up in the ritual circle, and finally nodded in satisfaction. He began to focus on the fragments of Kern's armored stomach floating there in the center of the magic circle, let the viscous curse power that was about to overflow flow through his heart, and then turned it into the most vicious curse, pouring all of it into the ghost line. The threads of fate pulling each other in the dark...

...

Perhaps today is destined to be a catastrophic day for Death Lord Kern.

On February 17, the third year of the Kaiyuan calendar, in front of all the undead kings in the undead world, Kern revealed his true face that he had hidden for nearly 30,000 years. It also warned the undead king of an iron-clad fact, how miserable a "dead king" would be after being targeted by the large cemetery and being used by the heroes of the cemetery to their heart's content!

Behind his back, he thought of how insidious the blasphemous priest Syberil, who used the channel to transmit the power of the morning light, was obvious to all the undead kings. It's so insidious!

In the midst of the battle, Kern, the master of death, can be said to have completely dominated the battlefield, exhausted his combat skills, and the Skeleton King, whose magic equipment was close to being damaged, lost his armor and disarmed him. The latter is now completely resisting Kern's magical attacks with his body and equipment.

No kidding, if it weren't for the unusually strong equipment of the Skeleton King, the legendary body would be genuine. With Kern's unimaginable swift spellcasting and the seemingly inexhaustible reserve of magical power alone, he would be able to grind his means to death. The best Skeleton King.

There is no way, if a fighter professional with great strength in close range faces a high-level spellcaster of the same level, if he does not have the means to stick to the opponent in close range, the usual result is the same. This is the most basic reason why the plane of Klein respects mages and ignores legendary fighters at all.

Cruel but true!

However, when Kern completely dominated the battlefield, at the moment when the undead kings thought the outcome was decided, Kern, the master of death, suddenly froze in the sky.

Judging by its behavior, it seems to be staying there to cast some spell.

This can't help but make all the undead kings full of awe, waiting attentively.

Since the start of the war, even those legendary super spells Kern only need 3-5 knuckles to activate. But this time it was frozen for such a long time, it must be to cast some more powerful spells to draw a successful conclusion to this king's decisive battle.

Just when everyone was full of expectations, Kern, who was already invincible, suddenly roared violently, and his body hidden in the colorful mist lit up for no reason.

Yes, a bright and unconcealable milky white pure holy light lit up in Kern's multicolored enigmatic body.

Kern's hidden identity is a god of death, an out-and-out god of death.

This makes it condense every joint from the source of the soul to the external body with the purest death energy, which is the negative energy commonly used in the high magic world. At the very core of the pure dead energy that has been refined and refined, and purified again, a burst of morning light divine power condensed with pure holy light from another world suddenly emerges, and the consequences...

From a quantitative point of view, this matter should not be considered serious. Although the morning light divine power is completely opposite to its own power, but after all, the amount is too small, and it is an unguided power without an owner. Under normal circumstances, Kern only needs a wave of death energy to completely wipe him out in his boundless wave of death energy.

pity……

It's a pity that this divine power of morning light suddenly appeared in its soul core, a place where it is most vulnerable.

It's like the commander-in-chief of the kingdom who commanded thousands of troops was assassinated on his bed by an insidious assassin, like an ambitious emperor died aggrieved on the poisoned wine handed by a peerless beauty... …Kern was directly detonated by this sudden blow to the immortal body he depended on for living.

An immortal body, an undead body that can only be possessed by demigod-level powerhouses.

As long as one has an immortal body, the frightening means of rebirth from a drop of blood, flesh and bones will become reality one by one, freeing the owner from the troubles of the mundane. Only with an immortal body can an individual living being breathe and share fate with the entire multiverse from now on until the end of the universe's life.

But today, Kern, the saint who has been hiding among the undead kings as a demigod for a long time, finally tore off the disguise of his appearance, and presented himself completely and naked in front of the kings.

A demigod-level saint with the status of a god!