The Rise of the Cemetery

(I am a little ashamed of the red envelope rewarded by Yixian Everbright, my old wolf can only work hard to make up for it)

A dark corner in the Wizard Tower.

Younu was wrapped in the thick black crystal armor, silently sensing the movement of the mirror image in the distance.

Before the clone maintained by the mirror scroll was completely destroyed, some subtle and mysterious elemental information had already been sent back through the air. However, at this moment, it is not just a mirror image clone that maintains the soul-soul connection with You Nu. Death Prophet Farina in an underground cave tens of thousands of miles away, and Karthus in a hidden forest deep in the middle of the Wizarding Continent, are all conducting crazy blood sacrifices.

Farina is currently in an abandoned mine excavated by subterranean gnomes. The dwarfs' deformed bodies can be seen everywhere on the bloody and terrifying altar of bones, and the thick blood plasma has almost completely smeared the altar. The strong ghastly air extracted from the ground permeated every tunnel around the mine, and there were sharp chirp ghost whistles everywhere.

For more than ten days, it was precisely because of Farina's continuous chanting and casting of spells that the Yinhun Dafa was able to perfectly shield all of Younu's whereabouts. Otherwise, how could it be possible for the intruders to rampage on the territory of the Northland Witch with the prophecy priesthood of the Witch God and the great divination of the Eye of the Northland.

And in the depths of another dense forest thousands of miles away, a eerie cauldron of plague was boiling over the fire in the glade. The soup was a stew of muddy and filthy flesh and blood. From human skulls to demon eyes to the sharp fangs of monsters, almost every living thing that could be found within a hundred miles could be found in the pot.

Thick yellow-green smoke continuously evaporated from the cauldron of plague, and when it reached the height of the treetops, it stopped spreading and gathered there to form a large group of colorful and terrifying poisonous clouds. All the ancient trees shrouded in poisonous clouds, the green color began to fade, and the branches and leaves began to wither and wither, leaving only the bony branches exposed there, looking like demons constantly dancing with the wind.

The information of the elements collected by Younu's mirror image before its demise was transmitted to Karthus in time through Younu's relay. Relying on his sensitivity to the soul, Karthus successfully stripped out part of the soul breath of the witch god's avatar.

So the next moment, the cauldron of plague was fully activated. Karthus, who has been successfully promoted to level 20, has maximized his talent in soul curse, frantically using the power of rules to send a vicious curse to that "target" deep in the dark.

Vicious and evil blasphemous words murmured from Karthus's mouth, mixed into the filthy stew of flesh and blood, and through the curse of the plague cauldron, it turned into a terrible curse power, far away to an illusory place in the distance The soul of the target is swept away.

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An exquisite secret room on the seventh floor of the Wizard Tower.

An old man with a thin face and white hair was sitting alone at the desk and flipping through the books. His every move in leisurely silence carried a kind of indescribable rhythmic beauty.

But when his mind was immersed in the precious knowledge of the ancient fragments, an inexplicable palpitation touched his soul.

"Huh? A major event involving me is about to happen in the Wizarding Continent! But why can't I get further fate information from this induction? Is there another person in this world who can interfere with fate?"

With strong unease, the witch god avatar suddenly stood up, and quickly paced in front of the desk.

Since I have such a strong induction, it means that something unfavorable to me must be happening. However, the priesthood of prophecy only issued a dangerous warning to himself from the dark side, but there were no images of fate or scene clips for reference, which made it impossible for him to predict the source and method of danger in advance.

Where does the danger come from?

I am in the most heavily protected wizard tower in the wizard continent, who else can run here and bring danger to myself? With 5 legendary guardians of the Northland Witches, will it still be possible for people to break in?

Wait... In the past two days, the Eye of the North had asked her to assist her in making a few witch simulacra that could hide the perception of all mortals, saying that they were used to lure intruders into taking the bait. Is the danger I perceive related to this matter?

Just when he was in doubt, the wizard tower suddenly rang the alarm, and the legendary witch Shajia, who was sitting in the central control hall, even sent a warning of the danger of enemy invasion from across the air.

Is there an enemy invasion? It's the alien invader! Queen of Shadows!

As soon as his mind turned to this place, the witch god's avatar suddenly let out a muffled snort, and a feeling of boredom and irritability far surpassed that of the past surged into his heart, making him wish he could tear off his clothes and yell loudly.

Although the comfortable life for thousands of years has made him almost forget how to fight people, his strong mental toughness is enough for him to wake up in time. I was attacked by someone!

This is an ultra-long-range magic attack that spans a distant space, and the attack method is mainly a curse transmitted through the rule level. After figuring this out, the witch god avatar was even more at a loss.

Such a weird way of attack simply overturned his understanding of the rules in the past thousands of years. Is it possible to transmit attacks at the rule level? So how did the enemy get hold of his soul breath?

It was too late to resolve all the doubts, and a new attack came immediately.

The witch god's avatar let out a roar, stretched out his empty hands slightly, and the projections of two artifacts simulated purely by divine power began to manifest in his hands. A witchcraft staff and an ancient scroll respectively symbolize wizards and knowledge, which are also the main priesthoods he obtained when he became a god.

The projections of these two artifacts were also projected together when the God of Shaman lowered his avatar. They can display nearly 30% of the original artifact's strength, which is also a great boost to the avatar of the Shaman God.

The witch god avatar had just finished arming himself, and an inexplicable palpitation made him stop the long staff in his left hand, and an instant divine power shield firmly protected him inside. And at the same time as the shield appeared, a lightless dagger without any elemental fluctuations flashed in front of his eyes, sparks flying around the shield.

The witch god's avatar gasped.

If he hadn't absolutely trusted his intuition, he would have started to defend as soon as he sensed something was wrong, otherwise, if he hesitated for a moment, he would no longer be able to avoid the wipe of his throat just now. Although as a body of divine power, the so-called vital points of mortals have no meaning to him. But the opponent's attack is so weird, it's hard to guarantee that it doesn't contain any disgusting attributes, so the witch god avatar really doesn't want to be contaminated by that dagger.

"Mortal, you want to hurt the body of great divine power with your inferior weapon? Don't think about it. Only with this divine power shield, you, an undead, can't break it. Just capture it! As long as you can help destroy the other An intruder, I can promise to help you rebuild a body and make you my Holy Spirit warrior..."

The witch god's avatar quickly looked around, while persuading in a deep voice.

To be honest, these few undead who invaded his plane are really elite and difficult to deal with. Each one has a good magical ability, far more brave and good at fighting than the holy spirits he gathered in the Kingdom of God. So what he said was not all falsehood, it also contained a lot of sincerity.

But after the words were finished, there was no movement in the secret room, and even the dagger that appeared suddenly disappeared again, and there was no trace of it.

"Detection", "Magic Power Sensing", and "True Vision" witchcraft took turns. Even the witchcraft to detect invisible creatures and undead creatures was used several times, but there was still no trace of the enemy. It wasn't until he used "divine power vision" at the expense of his divine power that a fuzzy and illusory figure was captured by him.

It was a human-shaped phantom covered in mysterious black spar, standing pretty in a corner of the secret room, with one finger pointing up at him, obviously casting a spell silently.

This shadow creature can still cast spells?

Although I don't believe it, but in such a weird and dangerous battlefield of life and death, the witch god clone does not dare to be careless. The ancient scroll in his right hand was raised in front of his eyes, and the pages of the book flipped automatically, directly locating the page where the witchcraft he wanted to perform was located.

The divine power surged and was injected into the ancient scroll. There was no need to hold a spell to cast a spell, and there was no need to prepare spell-casting materials. A powerful witchcraft of up to level 9 was launched at the same time, and it was shot at the mysterious opponent.

"Scorching Flame Waterfall".

The ninth-level witchcraft of the fire system, using pure fire elements to cause the most primitive magic energy damage to the target. Unless the target has fire immunity, it must be severely damaged by fire.

The mysterious woman in black armor saw that the situation was not good, and she didn't care to complete the spell in her hand, so she escaped from the attack range of the burning waterfall with a single leap. And the scorching flame waterfall that fell into the sky hit the wall of the secret room, and quickly eroded a huge hole there, directly revealing the corridor outside.

Regarding the failure of the attack, the witch god avatar did not have any regrets, but was quite happy.

For some reason, his spiritual connection with the legendary witches in this wizard's tower was inexplicably disturbed, and the outside world knew nothing about his attack. Otherwise, it is impossible for the legendary witch guarding nearby to remain silent until now.

And the "accidentally missed" witchcraft directly poked a big hole in the secret room. Now, no matter how late those legendary witches are, they should know that the situation here is not right.

Strange howling ghosts suddenly rang out in the secret room. Thousands of noisy and chaotic chirping and sly laughter came one after another, as if countless invisible ghosts were circling around in the secret room, and the sharp and piercing sound waves made the witch god's avatar frown.

Just when he was stunned, he barked... More than a dozen sparks splashed scratches suddenly appeared on the divine power shield. However, the divine power shield returned to its original shape with only a slight ripple, and it was as smooth as a mirror, leaving no damage or traces at all.

The mysterious black-armored woman coiled around the witch god's clone at high speed with extraordinary agility, and the moon wheel and lightless dagger in her hands kept attacking this seemingly thin divine power shield.

It's a pity that the divine shield is indeed the most practical protective spell for gods. As long as one's own divine power is not lacking, and the opponent's attack cannot reach a certain threshold, this divine power shield is almost indestructible. Without high-level disintegration or high-level dispersal, only relying on the accumulation of low attack power, it is simply delusional to break through the divine power shield.