The Rise of the Cemetery

In the dead of night, the processed corpses of demons were placed on this small altar that was so simple and outrageous. After everything was ready, the "blasphemy priest" Hiberil began to pray devoutly, and the object of his prayer was Tyr, the God of Justice.

All the creatures in the cemetery quietly avoided, leaving only Sybril who presided over the ceremony, and the puppet Issa who did not have the power of darkness, even Li Xun hid in the arcane tower early with his two daughters Watch the fun.

As Sybril, who was standing on the altar, began to sway his body crazily, the high-pitched and sharp prayer sound was like a magic voice penetrating the brain, whirling and agitating between the heaven and the earth, spreading farther and farther...

"All the unfortunate creatures of the world,

All wicked and fallen souls,

Follow the light of purification,

unite the world with the world,

Go back to where you belong! ! ! ! !

..."

When the prayer ceremony began, the multiple blockades on Sardo Island were broken a little. Both the fog of war and the water cloud shield of the Arcane Tower were under the control of Issa, opening a gap, allowing the "devoted" prayers of the "blasphemy priest" Sybril to be transmitted through a special channel.

Maybe it was Syberil's devout prayers that played a role, and it was more likely that the holy soul on the altar was also the object of the other party's attention. Soon, when the ancient and desolate breath passed around the altar, a grand and heavy Condensed will came along the channel formed by devout prayers.

At this time, the three of Li Xun who were hiding in the multiple protections also changed their faces greatly, and looked up at the empty sky where the small altar was located behind the island. Right there, an indescribably huge will is slowly descending!

Due to the serious interference around the altar, and the fact that the altar is too simple, the coming will is confined to a small area, and it cannot reach far at all, so it is impossible to fully understand the surrounding situation.

And the small altar, which is the carrier of the will of the gods, has been shaking slightly, trembling from time to time, making creaking sounds from the inside to the outside, from top to bottom, obviously unable to carry such a huge will.

With a simple sweep of this ancient will, the situation on the scene was cleared up in the shortest possible time. The huge and indescribable power of Peiran was just a wave, flowing over the simple altar like a tide. Almost in an instant, the altar, which was still simple and abnormal just now, burst out with golden multicolored glare, and under the blessing of divine power, it became as strong as iron, unshakable, and there was a faint sense of sacredness in it.

The region where the ancient will exists is the residence of the gods. In this sacred place, there is no room for filth and evil.

At this time, Sybriel had already channeled the special divine power hidden in his body to wrap his whole body, coupled with the thick hood and robe outside his body, when he bowed and knelt in front of the altar, praying hoarsely and devoutly, shaking his head and pretending to be The appearance of a fanatic did not arouse the suspicion of the descending consciousness. The descending will can't achieve the point of insight. Its most primitive way to distinguish believers is the power of faith imbued in the opponent's body, which is an imprint of the soul that cannot be forged.

And Syberil, as a rare special profession in Klein Continent - "blasphemy priest", despises the gods from the bottom of his heart. They usually do not need to pray or please the gods to obtain divine spells, able to steal the divine power that the gods bestow only on devout priests.

But profane priests are not unrefined thieves, and to avoid trouble, they steal the spells they need and stop immediately, never stealing too much power from the same deity. Priests of the profane are taught to use these misguided powers in the most sensible way, so while spells do not have as many spells as powerful clerics, the most powerful priests of the profane possess equal power.

The ancient classics preached that the gods are omniscient and omnipotent, but that is in the realm of the gods. But at this moment, due to Sybril's cunning and cunning, the altar he built under his guidance was just right, and it could carry a certain scale of the will of the gods, but it could not form a complete field of insight. possible. Otherwise, anyone who sees a skeleton wearing a sacrificial robe shaking his head there will naturally be very vigilant.

"My believer, I sense the wailing of the people of God here, what's going on?"

"Great God of Justice, I am your devout believer. We have just experienced a bloody battle and defeated the enemy's attack. But you... your most loyal servant, the powerful descendant angel, was imprisoned in the body of a demon. Therefore, I sincerely pray to you here, and hope that you will come down with divine power to save him, and continue to sweep away evil spirits for you!"

"oh?……"

With some doubts, the tentacles of the huge will rolled over the hideous and ugly huge demon body on the altar again. Suddenly, an angry roar shook the world.

"Blasphemy... This is blasphemy!... Someone is blaspheming the people of God. This evil must be purified..."

With a burst of golden light shining, a large amount of holy light flooded into the demon's body, first passing through the circulation system created by the soul crystal, and then madly rushing into the holy soul in the soul box as if it had found its final goal.

Ever since his physical body was damaged, the holy soul whose mind has been suppressed by the plane has been in a daze. Suddenly, a large amount of holy light of the same quality and the same source is poured in. Immediately, like the land that has been drought for a long time, it has recovered its vitality in a very short time. with vitality.

With powerful foreign aid, although the holy soul itself is still locked in the small soul box, his consciousness and the tentacles formed by his spirit have been able to diffuse out of the soul box and perceive his own situation.

The weird situation in front of him made him feel at a loss, and the filthy and extremely evil aura in his current body made him suffocate even more. As soon as the two extreme opposing sources came into contact, the body of the demon immediately erupted with a series of abnormal sounds of "呵呵". Not only the surface of the body, but also every piece of flesh and veins inside the body has become a battleground for two forces.

Some parts are obviously dominated by the Holy Light of the God of Justice, so this part of the demon's body was swept away by the Holy Light, and a homogenization trend began to appear. The most obvious of these is the internal organs made of soul crystals, which have melted from the original crystals to a viscous semi-liquid state, and then, under the urging of divine power, light organs have appeared.

However, some parts are still occupied by demon power. Although they retreat step by step under the purification of massive holy light, they appear extremely tough. Among them, the huge and ferocious demon head is the most obvious. It's as if there is some kind of evil core inside the devil's head, which is still releasing evil power in an endless stream, stubbornly resisting the erosion of the holy light.

It was for this reason that the holy soul had clearly purified 60% of the demon's body, but was unable to gain control of the entire body due to the resistance of the demon's head.

As the two extreme forces advance and retreat, every part of the demon body becomes a battleground for them. The two opposing forces intertwined and dissolved, and it was obvious that the power of the Holy Light, which had endless power, had the upper hand.

Such a consumption scene is not what Advent Will wants to see. Seeing that it couldn't purify the evil and twisted magic creation in one fell swoop, and rescue the trapped angel soul, it also became anxious. After a little thought, a grand will suddenly sounded in Syberrill's mind.

"My believer, let go of your mind, I will use your body to complete this purification!"

Immediately, a light group condensed and appeared in the midair, rushing into Syberil's body covered by the thick sacrificial robe.

It's a pity, as soon as you go in, you come out quickly!

At almost the same moment, the light group screamed like a little girl bitten by a snake and escaped from the body of "Holy Light Skull" Syberrill.

"Skeleton? Why are you a body of undead? You...you are a blasphemy priest?" The will hidden deep in the light group understood everything at this moment: "Purify...you must be purified!..."

With its frantic shouts, the sacred power transmitted through the altar suddenly increased. The sacred power overflowing in the arena also began to condense towards the light cluster, and a large-scale magic "purifying light" was obviously about to be completed.

Seeing that it had been revealed, the Holy Light Skeleton, who had been kneeling in front of the altar, stood up, completely ignoring the "light of purification" that was about to be completed and was about to fall on his head, but "quack" smiled slyly and pouted at the altar .

"Idiot, if you want to purify my old man, why don't you look behind you first?"

Under his instructions, Issa's puppet, which had been standing quietly on the side of the altar, finally moved. And the first thing it moved was kicked on the base of the altar.

I have to say that this altar is still too simple. Seriously speaking, this is a pile of rotten stones piled up indiscriminately. Even if it has been blessed with divine power by the descending will, and its strength has been increased by a hundred times, it still cannot withstand the "random" kick of the arcane puppet.

"Hula la!" There was a thrilling sound, and the temporary Zhangjiu's altar resolutely came to the end of his life, and collapsed into scattered broken stones all over the ground again.

"No……"

As the altar collapsed, the grand will transmitted through the channel was like a faucet whose valve was turned off, and the thread was instantly disconnected, leaving only the lingering lingering sound of panic in the air. Due to the disappearance of the core, the sacred power condensed in mid-air also began to toss and sway, showing a tendency to collapse soon.

Such a delicious cake without an owner, how could the blasphemy priest Syberil let it crumble in vain. Amidst the strange laughter, his disguised will immediately became a new core, guiding this sacred power to pour into his soul, and his level began to rise in a straight line.

Before the ceremony started, he was just a level 7 priest of blasphemy, but now...

Level 8...

Level 9...

Level 10...

...

The pure sacred power is like Shiquan Dabuwan, pushing him to run wildly on the road of evolution.

But he couldn't help doing such mischievous things, Li Xun's furious roar suddenly came from the arcane puppet possessed by Issa.

"Damn it, dead skeleton, if you dare to use up your divine power, I will never end with you. Hurry up and finish the work that needs to be done!"

"Got it, got it! Really, I have been hungry and thirsty for such a long time, and I have never seen you care about it. Why don't you just withhold some divine power now? It's up to you!..."

The Holy Light Skeleton Syberil opened and closed his clean jaws, complaining in a low voice about his master's eccentricity, and while the holy power around him was still strong enough, he chanted ancient spells sternly.

"...

In the name of my great old man,

Give the creature in front of you the perfect balance! "