"These! They are all sinners who dare to raise weapons to my soldiers!" The lich waved his arm violently, and the projection in the sky instantly switched to the hill-like corpse. "Even if they had not known my god before, as the king, I dared to raise weapons to my soldiers, which was still a serious crime of rebellion. The consequences of resisting the king were death, so what would the consequences of resisting the god of death?"

Countless purple flames flew out of the hand of the lich who claimed to be the god of death, and slowly fell like petals. The scene seemed extremely dreamy for a moment, but when the flames fell on the pile of corpses, the situation was no longer romantic at all. The dead bodies stood up one after another, with their cut-out stomachs, their slit heads, and their cut-out necks.

It is obviously not a large-scale resurrection technique, because the resurrection technique can only be used on intact corpses, otherwise it will fail automatically. Therefore, advanced resurrection techniques often come with therapeutic effects. For example, the resurrection of the deceased in the 5th ring can cure all fatal injuries on the corpse, while the resurrection technique of the 7th ring can even allow the corpse to grow defective limbs and parts.

Alamil also introduced to Lancelo that the legendary 9-ring magic technique, the complete resurrection technique, can not only be used on the corpses of undead creatures, but also restore it to the state of non-undead creatures before their lifetime, but can even be used when there is no body at all. Just shout out the name of the person you wish to be resurrected, and the person you call out the name will appear intact. Of course, he is willing to come back when the premise is prerequisite.

But Payton Derek did not transform the corpses into ordinary undead creatures, because ordinary undeads were unconscious, and the group of people who stood up were covering their wounds and wailing, obviously suffering great pain.

"They will be locked in their broken bodies, and experience the pain of the wounds all the time, and will never be able to get the peace of death." The seemingly calm voice of the lich had a kind of malice and madness that made people's backs chill. "Not only that, they will also become my eternal slaves and must unconditionally execute every command of my order, and now I order you to attack each other, and no one can stop until I allow it..."

As soon as the lich's words fell, the battle broke out immediately. The living dead, who were already with fatal injuries, were attacking each other wildly, but no one could kill each other, and could only separate more limbs and bodies. In less than a quarter of an hour, only a pile of heads could move in place, but they were still biting each other fiercely. The scene was so disgusting that people could spit out their intestines.

"This is the consequence of daring to resist me, people, have you all seen it clearly?" Peyton Derek's voice sounded again, "Okay, sinners, you can stop now..."

The mouths that bit their ears, cheeks, nose and hair were loosened one after another, and the head dispersed like a pile of collapsed stones, but it did not calm down, but made painful sobs there - Lancelo was judged by their mouth shape. At this moment, he had already flown dozens of miles away, and of course it was impossible to hear the sounds there again.

"As for you..." The projection in the sky changed to the living captives, "You are lucky, because you obeyed my soldiers, that is, obeyed my will, and deserved to be rewarded. I will give you eternal life, truly and forever, not to experience the pain of death again and again as before. But before that, you must complete the final salvation, which is to test whether your faith is pious. My soldiers will come to kill you next, but if you remain firm in my faith at death, you will be truly reborn, and those who are not pious enough..."

The pictures in the sky switched again, allowing the "sinners" who had only one head left and an extremely painful expression on their faces could be clearly seen in every corner of the kingdom. Immediately afterwards, the projected gaze was once again on the alive. As the Lich King announced, the army of undead who were only standing aside had launched an attack. They waved their swords, guns, swords and halberds and attacked those living people who were at a loss.

Faced with the weapons that were about to come, some were waiting to kill, some fought back, and some shouted the name of Peyton Derek. But no matter what they did, they would not slow down the weapons of the undead. In just a moment, the undead retreated like a tide, leaving behind a fallen corpse and a land stained with blood.

Lancelow did not slow down his flight speed at all, but he kept paying attention to the scene in the sky, and the more he looked, the more uneasiness he felt. Payton Derek was definitely lying. It was not a true god at all, at least not yet. But with such a large formation, the Lich's intention was definitely not just to establish his authority.

Lancelo had a faint intuition that what the lich was doing was a ritual to turn itself into a true god. It wanted people on this land to believe that they were really a god and had the power to control death.

It is said that faith is the most common source of divine power. So the question is, what level of faith can produce divine power? How many believers can produce divine power? If a mortal is still desperately calling a name in his spirit under the stimulation of death, will this level of faith be stronger? Is it more conducive to the birth of a new god?

"Now, it's time for my true believers to be blessed..." Peyton Derek's voice rang through the sky again, "Get up, my loyal followers!"

Another large piece of purple flame fell from the air and sprinkled on the corpse that had just been slaughtered. About a quarter of them stood up again, and unlike the previous time, all the wounds on their bodies were healed, and it looked like someone had performed a real resurrection technique on them.

These resurrected men looked at their bodies in disbelief and confirmed that they were indeed as intact as before, even better than before. Under the leadership of some of them, they all fell to their knees, calling and praising Payton's name deeply, and the lichs sent those calls out this time to ensure that everyone in the kingdom could feel their fanaticism.

"Congratulations, my loyal believers, you are fortunate. As my first electorate, you are destined to receive my extra favor..." said the Lich in a proud tone. "As for those who are unlucky to be elected, if they can worship me and praise me, they will have the opportunity to receive my favor and eternal life..."
Chapter completed!