The Rise of the Cemetery

In the world of the undead, in a desolate place 3000 miles away from Stratholme, a brand new mysterious altar stands silently on the cold and frozen soil.

Wandering around the altar are elite patrols of cemetery lickers, and in the distance, you can even see the circling bat demon skyriders. Four tall and mighty semi-illusory undead held a huge death scythe and occupied the four corners, silently guarding the thin figure standing on the altar.

This is a mysterious guy with a black cloak.

He lowered his head, letting the shadow of the hood cover him tightly. Even the icy cold wind of the undead world couldn't move the cloth cloak at all, as if what existed there was just a phantom.

Suddenly, the mysterious figure moved.

He turned his head, as if he was listening to something. Immediately, two inexplicable will-o'-the-wisps lit up under the shadow of the deep hood.

When he reached out and brushed off the hood above his head, a gleaming white skull was revealed in this gloomy and cold world.

As the honorable Lord of the Cemetery, the Holy Light Skeleton, Syberrill, no longer needs to perform those extremely dangerous merit point missions. But as a member of the Great Cemetery, under the personal arrangement of the cemetery owner, he deliberately turned from the Undercity to this remote corner of the undead world today, just as a special trump card in the defense of Stratholme, here Play your part.

Everything is ready, everything is ready, just waiting for orders from afar.

As a veteran cemetery city lord, he has his own eyes and ears at the forefront of the war, and he knows everything that happened there. However, when and how to reveal his hole card still has to be arranged by the master of the cemetery, so he can only wait, wait...

But he didn't have to wait too long. The appearance of the legendary lich and the massive pressure of the undead army undoubtedly touched the critical point of the necropolis, and a clear soul command poured into Syberrill's soul node.

Commands are sent directly from the Lord of the Graveyard.

After the Holy Light Skull verified the breath of the soul, he waved his hand and ordered the surrounding guards to enter the highest state, and then he knelt down on one leg in front of the altar without any haste, and began to mutter prayers in a strange tone. And in front of him, on the top of the altar, was enshrined the emblem of Tire, the God of Justice in Klein Continent.

It didn't need much power, the Holy Light Skull was successfully connected to the vast and deep belief network in the endless distance. The innate instinct of the blasphemy priest allowed him to disguise himself as a devout believer in Tyr in an instant, avoiding the majestic ripples of consciousness that constantly scanned the entire belief network over and over again, and remained motionless in the system of the belief network Sensually raising one's own level, bit by bit approaching the sacred brilliance at the core of the belief network.

Walking in the network system composed of criss-crossing divine power channels, you can hear countless overlapping murmurs of prayers at every moment, like magic sounds filling your brain, but it is difficult to specifically distinguish the identity of the praying object and the content of the prayer. And in the center of the entire belief system, a source of pure divine power that exists brilliantly like the sun is exuding endless majesty and power.

Sybril didn't dare to look directly at this source of divine power, but only walked slowly around the periphery of the belief network. If it were changed to a normal day-to-day, he would hide in the fringe area of ​​the network and pretend to be an ordinary teacher to steal some divine magic power. But not today, he will have more important things to do today.

To achieve this, he needs to be closer to the source of divine power than before!

The closer one got to that piece of holy radiance, the more severe the holy burning that Syberil suffered. Although he can disguise the state of his soul, he can't change the nature of his undead creature, and the damage he should receive will not be less. Even in many cases, his soul was in such a strong atmosphere of justice and divine power that his consciousness was a little bit erratic and wandering.

This is a manifestation of his body consciousness not being able to withstand the attack of divine power. If he stays longer, I am afraid that even his body consciousness far away in the undead world will be completely melted in this piece of divine light.

As a blasphemy priest, entering and exiting the belief system of each god and secretly stealing some divine power from it, this can be said to be his best daily activity. But never once had he dared to elevate himself so close to the original power of the God of Justice. It is no exaggeration to say that in front of him, maybe he only needs to go up three to four levels before he can touch the body of a god like never before.

But it is these three or four steps that he will never be able to cross in his eternal life!

Among the nodes of the belief system, there are not many points of light that can be at the level of Hiberia. In the secular world, they are still at the level of a diocesan bishop. Therefore, his arrival undoubtedly aroused the attention of the entire belief system.

When the sacred and magnificent consciousness extended towards the light spot where he was, the camouflage of Sybril's projected consciousness was instantly reduced to ashes under the burning of the sacred brilliance.

"Undead!"

"Undead creature!"

"..."

"..."

The dense and condensed grand will almost discerned the origin of the soul of the Holy Light Skull at the moment when the disguise disappeared, and he was at a loss for this unexpected situation, and all kinds of surprised calls kept coming and going. Of course, many of them responded quickly. Almost at the same time as they recognized the origin of the Holy Light Skull, streams of holy light rushed to the soul node where he was.

Incredible!

An undead creature was actually mixed into the belief system of a real god.

If such paradoxical things spread, it would be enough to make all the clerics laugh. Of course, the premise is that the cleric is not a follower of the god of justice, Tyr.

There is no need to advocate mobilization at all. Under the leadership of three or two high-level officials, the continuous divine power of justice swept towards Syberrill like a stormy sea. In the face of such a terrifying and magnificent divine power of pure justice, even a legendary lich would be "purified" in an instant!

It's a pity that the Holy Light Skeleton Syberil, who had been prepared for a long time, is worthy of the title of blasphemy priest, and the skill of oiling the soles of his feet is amazing. The main body remained motionless in the distant undead world, but the projected consciousness began to jump wires quickly and frequently. The entire belief system is like an undefended city under its feet, allowing it to shuttle back and forth, leading the tide of holy light around.

However, the belief system is, after all, a channel network built purely by the followers of Tyr, the god of justice. When all soul nodes realize the invasion of the cultists and start to resonate with the central source of divine power, the space that Syberrill can jump is shrink quickly.

Seeing that the opportunity was not good, Syberrill didn't dare to delay any longer, and the projection of consciousness shouted "Down with all false gods!" After that, he quickly returned to the main body following the vague connection with the flesh. At the same time, driven by the consciousness of several red-clothed archbishops, the thoroughly enraged holy radiance chased across thousands of endless voids, vowing to purify this hateful undead. .

At the same time, the scene of the blasphemy ceremony in the undead world, thousands of miles away, is already full of turmoil and illusions.

Although the power of divine brilliance has not yet crossed the border, the leading tentacles of that huge power have already followed the clear imprint left by Sybriel and probed into the realm of the undead.

For tens of thousands of years, the decline of vitality caused by the loss of the original plane has already made the undead world never return to its original appearance, and the original power of high-level rules such as pure divine power has disappeared. Therefore, when that ray of pure holy power appeared in the undead world, the space where the profane ritual was located boiled.

The eternal leaden-gray thick clouds above the sky seem to have encountered some kind of repulsive force, and are drifting away from this place at an extremely fast speed. The clear sky that is rarely revealed is almost translucent, and countless strands of surging power of plane rules have a tendency to materialize under the guidance of pure divine power.

If this is a normal and perfect plane world, the power of these intertwined and interconnected plane rules should appear in the form of a long river of origin, flowing and flowing endlessly. But judging from the power of plane rules displayed in the undead world at this time, the original long river has long been fragmented, like a gurgling stream, and many rules have been missing, making people suddenly look at it with a sense of loss of soul loss .

At this time, if someone is willing to calm down and comprehend, they will definitely be able to experience a deeper level of power from the power of the original rules of these stupid planes. It's a pity that at the scene of the blasphemy ceremony, there are already wild animals running around, and there are panicked and fleeing undead figures everywhere.

The only Holy Light Skeleton with the ability to comprehend the power of rules, Syberrill, was also like a civet cat with its tail on fire. As soon as the projection of consciousness returned to the main body, he hurriedly took out a hearthstone and disappeared in place in an instant.

As soon as his figure disappeared, that mighty sacred power broke through the shackles of the plane barrier and broke out in the undead world.

Holy Light Invasion.

For ordinary planes, this may be just a trivial matter like sesame mung beans, but for the undead world that has been infected by strong negative energy, it is not hesitating to pour a scoop of cold water into the tumbling oil pan.

Almost at the same time as the holy light poured in, half of the undead world boiled.

The world of the undead is a large plane that far surpasses the continent of Klein in terms of the volume of the plane. The small half of the world of the undead infected by the holy light this time already has a plane space no less than that of the continent of Klein. All the undead within the scope of this holy light's infection will have a surge of disgust and disgust from the instinct of the soul, and then evolve into unforgettable hatred and tyranny.

No matter what these undead were doing in the last moment, they must turn around and run wildly towards the place where the holy light erupted in the next moment.

One is like this, the other is like this... When all the undead rushed out of their lairs and ran towards the distance, a wave that swept across the entire area appeared.

As a result, the undead riot that Li Xun had been able to see happened again.