Throne of Magical Arcana

Further north along the northern coastal corridor is a barren land. The hardy forests and strange terrains have turned this place into a paradise for creatures such as werewolves and ice bears. There are even more powerful magical creatures wandering in this vast land. In the depths, such as silver dragons, white dragons, frost giant lords, etc.

Therefore, although the roads leading to the Eastern exile are the result of successive generations of adventurers, avoiding the most dangerous areas, caravans and pedestrians walking on these roads still encounter various attacks from time to time. , Covering the Northland with a layer of blood-like chaos, known as the paradise of outlaws.

In the icy moon, this area has long been covered with white snow. Even the perennial dark green trees are covered with pure white gauze. At a glance, there is no trace of color at all. If you stare at them for a long time, you may even Can't keep my eyes open.

But on the road where the car marks were not yet covered by the snowflakes all over the sky, groups of shocking blood were smudged, and weapons such as long swords, spears, and giant hammers that were discarded at random showed that what happened here fought fiercely.

Follow the footprints on the ground to leave the avenue, go straight to the north, and you will see an endless primeval forest. Deep in the forest, there is a hidden gap leading to the ground. At the end of it is a rather wide Underground cave.

In the underground cave, one after another torches were inserted on the stone wall, making the whole place brightly lit. However, the flames burning on these torches were extremely strangely pale, as if they had no warmth, no soul of their own, and a dead silence!

Pale light poured down from the torches and shone on the men in black robes prostrating on the ground in the cave, setting them off as eerie.

The foreheads of these black-robed people are close to the ground. From the characteristics of their bodies and faces, it can be clearly judged that they are not all human races. There are werewolves with long hair on their cheeks, orcs with obvious signs of various beasts, and there are also frosts that occupy a large area. giant……

They were motionless, like dead bodies, and in the center of their worship was an altar made of white bones. A man in black robes seemed to have pale flames jumping in his eyes standing in front of the altar, quietly watching all the people exuding a strong breath of death. Mysterious patterns, looking at the giant scythe symbolizing the harvest of life placed on the altar.

"Birth is the beginning of death, an end we can never escape..."

The man in black suddenly raised his hands, chanting an inexplicable prayer aloud, and a pale flame that burned silently rose from the altar.

"Birth is the beginning of death..."

Those black-robed men who looked like corpses finally moved, and their bodies trembled slightly due to the hoarse humming sound.

The voice of the high priest at the front is very mysterious, and the extreme fanaticism is expressed as extreme coldness: "Compared with the long period after death, life is short and meaningless. Only darkness, coldness and death are the eternal themes..."

"We will eventually return to decay, and our souls can only avoid dying slowly if we enter the country where death sleeps peacefully..."

The high priest's gaze gradually became hollow: "Today we will offer sacrifices to our lord, as well as our own lives, so that the soul can be supported and it will truly last forever!"

"I am willing to dedicate my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul..." Those black robes seemed to be hypnotized, and their voices were numb and did not fluctuate.

Hearing their answers, the high priest heaved a sigh of relief, and he sent another group of pious believers to the Lord to reveal the true meaning of death. According to the "Soul Sacrifice" given to him by the Lord, such a self It is getting closer and closer to the Lord, and it will also get rid of the body and soul of mortals more and more, and transform into a real messenger of death.

At that time, I will get the dual sublimation of life and soul, and become a powerful existence comparable to legendary magicians and epic knights!

Thinking of this, he felt that the pale flame of death in his heart "burned" more violently and strangely, faintly "burning" in his mind and surroundings a world of death that seemed to exist, a world of extreme tranquility full of undead creatures.

"This is indeed a sign that I am getting closer and closer to the Lord. I can already vaguely sense the great and sacred paradise of death. When my perception of it becomes very clear, it will be my chance to gain the essence of detachment!"

At this time, the sleeping human beings around the altar woke up. Some of them were dressed in gorgeous clothes, some of them were wearing leather armor, and they were no different from the caravans walking on the commercial roads of the Northland.

"You, what are you going to do?" Some people accused in panic.

"Damn robber, you will pay for attacking us?" Some people were still in a state of anger.

"Please, let us go, all the goods and money belong to you, and killing us is of no use to you." Some people sensed the abnormality from the weirdness around them, and their whole bodies trembled.

The high priest raised his head, pale flames danced out of those deep and dark eyes, and when he saw these two flames, the human beings were completely paralyzed and could no longer make a sound.

"Go to the middle of the altar and offer your life to the Lord." The high priest made a flat, unwavering voice.

The faces of these merchants and mercenaries were extremely pale and full of fear, but they couldn't resist the high priest's order at all. They stood up as if possessed, and walked towards the center of the altar involuntarily.

The man who walked to the side of the pale flame first picked up the black scythe with trembling hands, his eyes were full of fear, dread, despair and madness, but his hand still cut open with the seemingly weightless scythe own throat.

There was a hideous wound on his throat, but not a single drop of blood spewed out. His whole body withered quickly, his skin wrinkled, and he turned into a mummy in a short moment, and there seemed to be something transparent floating out of his body. Into that "pale flame".

The pale flame suddenly became a little higher, and there was a deep red and almost black mark on the edge of the black sickle.

The high priest felt a kind of joy from the heart, which surpassed any enjoyment experience. Even without the improvement of strength and the reward of the Lord, this kind of joy can make him long for the ceremony.

The world of death looming in his mind and in the surrounding space became a little clearer.

"My sublimation has gone one step further, and I am closer to the Lord..." the high priest murmured to himself, but no one in the entire underground cave paid attention to his gaffe.

The sacrifices harvested their own lives by themselves, making the pale flames more vigorous, as if they were about to jump out of the altar.

"Come on, show your piety, life is short, death is eternal!" The high priest turned around abruptly, solemnly worshiping authentically.

The voices of the men in black robes changed, and they said enthusiastically: "I am willing to dedicate my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul..."

This fanatical atmosphere made the Death Scythe seem to sense it, making a buzzing sound, flying up from the altar, and hovering over the ceiling of the underground cave.

"I am willing to dedicate my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul!"

The people in black robes once again prayed in unison, but it was no longer an answer, but a request from the bottom of their hearts.

The crimson scythe on the blade seemed to absorb all the light, making the entire underground cavern dark. Only the pale flame in the center was not affected.

The giant scythe fell suddenly, and just fell into the pale flames. At this moment, the bodies of those people in black robes all shook, and their eyes lost all brilliance, as if something important had been sucked into the flames.

The pale flames suddenly expanded, submerging the entire underground cave, and the skins of those in black robes began to rot, and dark red flames jumped out of their eyes, transforming into undead creatures in an instant!

The high priest was even more joyful, he could no longer tell what was the material world and what was the paradise of death, he only felt that his soul had been greatly sublimated.

"Great Lord of Death, please enjoy your sacrifice!" He called out loudly, and the undead creatures in the cave also raised their arms, like a lush forest.

The pale flames gathered at once, condensed and condensed, leaving only the size of a person, but an illusory door appeared in the center.

The gate opened, and a monster in a black cloak appeared in the flames. Behind it was a plain where countless undead creatures wandered, and at its feet were palaces made of bones.

This monster is like the incarnation of death, and people can't look directly at it, because once they see it, they will lose all life immediately. Fortunately, it can't step out of this pale flame, and it can't let death cover the world.

The high priest only felt that his soul was floating, as if he had improved in essence, so he couldn't extricate himself even more.

"My strength has increased again! My soul has been sublimated again!"

The monster wearing a black cloak looked outside, suddenly there was a trace of abnormal fluctuation in its pale and empty eyes, and then, its body separated into another self like a mirror, but both of them only had half the breath of the past up.

The separated death monster suddenly ignited pale flames, swallowed itself in, and then connected with the surrounding flames and the altar.

Following the weird incantation sound from the rest of the monster's body, the flames rolled violently, condensing towards a substantial door, and gradually stained with a rich blood color.

boom!

When the gate appeared blurry, an unimaginable atmosphere of chaotic killing radiated out. Then, a rare winter thunder sounded in the sky outside, and the entire cave began to vibrate violently, causing the whole vast land to shake.

The high priest suddenly found that his soul had been sublimated to the extreme, and the world of death around him and in his mind was completely clear.

"I succeeded?"

Ecstasy emerged in his heart, so he was about to fuse himself with the world of death and obtain the power of the legend, but at this moment, the world of death disappeared suddenly, and it was a ball of meat made up of an unknown number of eyes, heads, and hands and feet. appeared in front of him.

After seeing this ball of meat, the high priest felt that his soul had completely changed, and his ability to think quickly disappeared.

"No!"

In the end, he uttered a wail of fright and fear, and his body became strangely shaped, with thick black tentacles growing out.

In Keswick, the capital of the northern coastal corridor, "Lady Burning" stood up and looked into the distance. She felt that there was extreme evil and chaos emerging there!

"Herculi, what happened?" She hurriedly contacted "Lord of Qi" Herculi.

Hercule, who was floating on the top of the magic tower, held the crystal ball and said solemnly: "The will of the abyss is trying to descend, we must stop it immediately, I have notified the council."

This kind of thing needs at least one great arcanist to handle it, and Helen in the Palmela hut is guarding Allinger——if the will of the abyss really comes, even if his injuries are not healed, it will be an extremely terrifying thing , this time there is no god descending technique to beat him back! And who knows if He will blow himself up on a whim and destroy the entire Northland.