The Rise of the Cemetery

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"Curiosity killed the cat" is an old saying that we cannot verify.

But old drunk John's curiosity was enough to kill himself!

Although all kinds of ominous omens and premonitions welled up in his heart, and the intuition of death piercing deep in his heart made his hair stand on end, that strong curiosity still lured him to move in the shadows bit by bit. Steps, quietly came to the end of the alley.

This is already the edge of the town, and due to the proximity to the cemetery, there are not many residents here. So standing in the shadow at the end of the alley, with the help of the bright and bright moonlight, John could see the cemetery half a mile away at a glance.

The small town cemetery that was supposed to be dead and gloomy is now crowded with people. Countless shriveled corpses or skeletons in ragged clothes are shaking their bodies, and they are marching towards the small town with difficulty. And behind them, there are more dead who are breaking through the ground, struggling to get out of the tomb.

Old John's heart seemed to be trapped by an invisible demon, and his heartbeat stopped suddenly. He raised his hands hastily, and tightly blocked his mouth, so as not to let the terrified scream burst out. But he was busy gagging, but forgot the wine bottle in his hand.

The empty wine bottle, which had lost its owner's restraint, fell to the ground with a bang, and then rolled and hit the feet of a mummy under the desperate gaze of Old John.

This is a horrible mummy that has been sleeping underground for many years. The originally plump and plump body was completely shriveled at this moment, the abdomen was deeply sunken, and the sparse hair on the head was completely withered and yellow. Countless corpse insects writhed and crawled in and out of its empty eye sockets, nose holes and big mouth.

Its movements were slow and stiff, even if it was just staggering three steps, one could still see all kinds of black slag of inexplicable material falling from its body.

But all that changed the moment the bottle dropped.

The wine bottle knocked lightly at its feet made the mummy stunned for a moment, and it slowly raised its head. This seemingly innocuous action caused more dust and debris to fall on its cervical spine.

The empty and incomplete nostrils only took a few sniffs, and from the silent night sky, they detected the aroma of flesh and blood belonging to living creatures and the warm smell that drove the dead crazy.

The next moment, everything changed!

The mummy suddenly raised its head to the sky and howled dryly, and a stale, foul-smelling dark breath spewed out from its mouth. It bent down suddenly, and rushed towards Old John's position with an agility no less than that of a hound. The whole movement was lightning fast, and before Old John came to his senses, it rushed towards him with a gust of terror.

Aww...

The mummy, which was not a living thing, looked more like a monster resurrected from hell at this moment. The empty eye sockets suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light, and the crooked mouth opened to the extreme made its entire face distorted and deformed.

The bloody mouth ruthlessly bit Old John's neck, and with just one blow, half of his neck was missing.

The extreme fear has made Old John lose his ability to resist, and the exposed trachea and throat are constantly spraying blood. His throat squirmed helplessly, and he wanted to say something, but a series of bloody bubbles bulged from the end of his nose and mouth.

The mummy was biting excitedly, letting the blood with body temperature sprinkle all over his body, and feeling the "warmth" that he hadn't experienced for a long time.

The bloody smell suddenly appeared, like a scoop of cold water poured into a tumbling oil pan, and the entire cemetery exploded instantly.

Countless mummies and skeletons screamed in unison, announcing their rebirth to the world.

And in the depths of the cemetery, a hunchbacked figure who was working hard stopped his work in astonishment, and looked in the direction of the bloody smell in doubt.

Has it been discovered?

impossible?

In order to prevent being discovered by the townspeople prematurely, he set up slightly fluctuating fear barriers at several intersections near the cemetery. Any ordinary person with a normal mind would involuntarily want to stay away from there when they perceive the fluctuation of the enchantment.

It stands to reason that with such an arrangement, there shouldn't be living people who broke through the blockade and came here to disturb my work?

It's a pity that Karthus, who can't figure it out after all the calculations, knows that sometimes a whole bottle of extremely cheap gin can invalidate the weak fear barrier he has set up.

Damn it, now that the action has been exposed, the subsequent plans must be accelerated!

Originally, I thought about using the undead circle to select a few potential undead creatures to strengthen it, but now it seems that it can only be scrapped.

Karthus stood up, his short and thin body was so inconspicuous in the shadow of ghosts, but he was the real master of hundreds of dead and resurrected undead around him.

"Wake up, sleeping undead!

The power of the dead, the will of the soul, wanders on the black earth and in the blood-colored sky.

I hereby command as a mourner,

Hear my call, I command you to be my servants,

Gather in my hand, become my spear, and send all living things to the world of the dead.

Undead in the depths of hell! In the name of Karthus, I call you to come!

Be my strength, crush all enemies that stand in the way, bones chopped to flying chips,

everything turns to dust,

...

..."

The continuous call of the undead with a strong evil aura made the entire cemetery boil again.

Waves of dead crawled out of the ground, gathering into a dense army of undead, staggering and staggering towards the small town of Paran not far away.

The moonlight, which was still bright and flawless just now, was covered by thick and gloomy dark clouds in an instant, and the whole world seemed to be suddenly plunged into some kind of inexplicable darkness, and boundless doom was deeply covering the sky above the town.

A large skin zombie is approaching!

...

That medium-sized rock battle castle, a secret room.

Halfus, the great wizard with 8 rings whose body has been completely transformed by astral construction materials, is carefully preparing a tube of mysterious reagents. The tumbling black viscous liquid continuously changed into various small and delicate monsters in the strong and transparent test tube, and screamed piercingly in the sky. However, with the continuous dripping of another strange smelly yellow juice, the two liquids with different natures began to clash violently in the test tube, which forced Halfus to continue to add the third neutralizer .

It can be seen that the value of this neutralizing agent must be extremely expensive, otherwise Halfus would not have a strange hideous expression on his face that was about to become rigid.

But at this extremely critical moment, an inexplicable shock surged through his heart.

With just a moment's delay, the witchcraft potion being prepared had an irreversible backlash.

Halfus panicked and threw the potion in his hand far away, only to avoid the subsequent terrorist explosion. Immediately, thick and strange clouds of colorful smoke filled the entire secret room.

Escaped from the secret room in a hurry, and closed the room casually. It's a pity that no matter how fast he moved, wisps of smoke drifted out from inside, and stained the two wizard guards guarding the door of the secret room.

Before the two wizard guards howled in pain to complete the mutation, two huge fireballs completely engulfed them.

"Damn it, what is that strong negative energy atmosphere in the distance? How could it be so thick and dense? These damned bastards, come sooner or later, just in time for the most critical time for the blood giant potion I prepared Appear. If you let me know who made all this, I will definitely take your skin and bones, refine your corpse oil, make it into a human spirit lamp wick, and cry in pain for ten thousand years in the cold underground tomb..."

Angrily roaring and cursing for half an hour, Halfus finally vented the anger in his heart. After a slight shock in his mind, he contacted another 8-ring wizard, Yosashi, who was in the same place.

This is another mysterious chamber of the Rock Fortress.

In the almost pitch-dark room, a charming and seductive horror of spring love is being staged.

5 beautiful women who were almost completely bare-bones writhed their sweaty bodies frantically, screaming ecstasy and crazily, looking like they were having sex and carnival to the extreme. But what makes people shudder is that it is not a normal man who is wrapping around their delicate bodies and is lingering with them to death, but a sticky tentacles that range from weird and terrifying to the extreme.

A male wizard with a fairly normal body was lying between them, but his limbs and the fifth limb had completely evolved into long, sticky purple-black tentacles, which kept rolling on their white and delicate bodies. Wriggling and wriggling, the tip has sunk deeply into their bodies, and it is still trembling and rolling.

A seemingly obscene and frenzied atmosphere stirred in the secret room, accompanied by the young girl's moaning hoarsely...

"Yosahi, did you feel that negative energy breath just now?" A mental wave suddenly appeared in the void.

"Of course I sensed it. Such a strong negative energy atmosphere, only a stone man who has no sense of elements can't detect it! Why, do you want to go there and have a look?"

"Hmph, this breath has ruined an extremely important experiment of mine. I must go and see it. What about you? Are you going with me, or staying here?"

"Haha, Halves, you are afraid of that mysterious visitor and want to take me with you, right? Don't you see that I am busy?"

Following Yosashi's vigorous wriggles, the coquettish moans of the beauties became louder and louder.

"Hmph, then you can stay here and guard the entrance! I'll go alone."

Halfers, who was slammed at the door, cut off the spiritual connection in an instant. The next moment, his aura disappeared from the rock battle fort. According to Yosashi's telepathy, his companion was rushing to the place where the mysterious aura erupted at a fast speed.

"Hmph, you dare to stand up without knowing anything! Halves, I think your celestial transformation has burned your mind! Since the other party dared to expose yourself so arrogantly, he must have a lot of background, you just wait. Eat hard!"

Yosashi's eerie sneer could be heard vaguely from the dark and secret room.