186 The Evil God Extends His Tentacles (Please Monthly Pass)
The main material world, Noah's continent, and the Wasteland of Bones.
The gray-white breath lingered in the air, and there were thick layers of gray lead clouds in the sky.
It is now noon time in Noah's continent. The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, releasing endless light and heat, projecting onto the earth below. However, this dead and gray wasteland still does not have a trace of sunlight.
The wind was strong in the sky, but it was unable to do anything about the thick lead clouds that blocked the sun.
These are no ordinary clouds.
They are the condensation of all kinds of negative emotions emitted by countless dead people at the moment before death, and they are the terrible aura of death and darkness.
If some ordinary birds that fly quickly but have slow reactions do not pay attention and plunge into these gray clouds, they will fall from them in the blink of an eye... In the form of skeleton birds or rotten birds,
Become a part of the Bone Wastes.
The legendary powerhouse, the Pope of Light, exhausted all his energy in order to dispel these heavy negative auras.
That day, the gray clouds in the sky became much thinner, but soon returned to their original state.
The pope's divine magic of light is not enough to erase the hatred of the dead.
Under the gray clouds.
Countless undead creatures roam here.
Skeleton Warrior, Necromancer, Undead Knight, Wraith, Ghost, Corpse Witch......................
This is the paradise of the dead, the paradise of the dead.
Once the special place of Bone Wasteland was formed, it was like a gray scar on the earth, and it was still spreading slowly and evilly towards the surrounding areas. The undead, with their hatred of the living and disgust for living creatures before death,
I want to destroy all the beauty and turn this place into a dead world.
Around the Wasteland of Bones, there are now many fortifications built by the alliance of human principalities and the Holy See of Light.
The only purpose of those continuous city walls is to prevent sudden attacks from the undead.
Fortunately, there is no undead monarch with the status of ruler in the Bone Wasteland yet, and those fortifications have only encountered sporadic attacks since their construction.
But even so, no one takes any chances with the dangers of the Bone Wasteland.
The undead and the living are two life forms that cannot coexist peacefully.
Too many humans who set foot in the Wasteland of Bones have died in the gray and gloomy air, and were later transformed into a part of the undead by the aura of death.
However, in such a forbidden area where strangers are not allowed to enter, there are still brave and fearless human paladins.
The death aura is too strong and has a tendency to expand outward.
If left alone, the Wasteland of Bones will get out of control and swallow up lives at a rapid rate.
The power of the blood sacrifice circle, which is enough to confer godhood, has been integrated with this desolate land with the death of Harris.
In order to curb this process and control the concentration of death aura within an acceptable range, the Holy See of Light has been deploying paladins and priests to continuously kill the more advanced undead in the realm of the undead.
Then cooperate with some human soldiers to clear out the ordinary stupid skeletons.
In this way, although the Bone Wasteland could not be eradicated, it was finally able to control its spread and even shrink it bit by bit.
According to this process, if no accidents happen in the middle, given time, many years later, this dead wasteland of bones may turn into the pleasant and fertile Bakki Plain, and once again become the granary of the principality of mankind.
But if nothing unexpected happens.
An accident is about to happen.
A small group of paladins rode tall war horses, leading a priest in a white robe, and charged among the ferocious pale skeletons, rushing towards the depths of the Bone Wasteland.
They had just returned from the Far North Icefield.
After investigating there, we found no trace of the evil god sculpture, so we left the barren and harsh Far North.
Nowadays, all the major countries have been severely weakened by the destruction of the Alliance Army. Their national strength has not been restored for a long time, and traces of the war still remain on the devastated southern land.
Famine, plague, bandits, monsters, dragons... all kinds of events make people anxious.
The Holy See of Light does not intervene in the war, but for the recovery of such post-war trauma, they do not hesitate to choose to help human countries, but there is always not enough manpower.
Searching for the Evil God Sculpture, controlling the Wasteland of Bones, and stabilizing the post-war situation... The Holy See of Light is very busy during this time.
The temple is empty, and knights and priests have devoted themselves to various places in the disaster area.
The team that had just returned to the mainland from the far north icefield had not had much rest when they received a new mission to eliminate the undead.
As brave and passionate paladins, they came to the Wasteland of Bones without any complaints and fought against the endless undead.
However, as the backbone of the Paladin, every dispatch is not random.
There is intelligence that recently, in the depths of the Bone Wasteland, some undead creatures that were originally wandering around unconsciously have a tendency to converge towards a certain center.
What this situation represents is very clear to the Holy See of Light, which has been dealing with evil creatures all year round.
A high-level undead was born.
The main task of the Paladins stationed in the Bone Wasteland is to purify and remove the newly born high-level undead.
As long as there is no existence and command and control of high-level undead, the terrifying sea of the undead will not be formed.
As a believer in the God of Light, whether it is the holy oath spell of the Paladin or the light spell of the priest, it has a very strong killing effect on undead creatures.
This small but elite team is enough to nip the newly born high-level undead in the bud.
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Amidst the endless low roars and beast-like roars, countless undead surrounded the surroundings.
A huge skeletal lion sat in the center of these undead souls, with soul fire burning in its eye sockets. The other undead souls seemed to respect it, standing orderly and silently beside it.
But if you look closely, you can see that the skeleton lion is just an illusion.
On its huge hut-like skull, as the howling wind blows, a translucent illusory ghost can be vaguely seen.
A female ghost with a slender figure.
The female ghost swayed her transparent calves, and her back seemed a little lonely under the dark sky.
If there were any survivors of the Golden Alliance Army here that day, they would be shocked to find that the face of this female ghost is exactly the same as the Nine-ring Archmage who died tragically in the Harris raid that day.
Thanks to Future Galleons' reversal of time, the soul devoured by Harris was spat out again.
Isaiah's soul did not enter the River Styx, but stopped in the Wasteland of Bones with strong unwillingness. It was changed by the pollution and erosion of the death aura, and a new life was born from it.
"Isaiah... my name when I was alive..."
The female ghost looked up at the sky. In her field of vision were endless gray clouds, and in her ears could be heard the uncontrollable low roar of the undead.
A few months ago, she appeared in the Wasteland of Bones.
Ignorant and ignorant, he hates all living creatures.
Then as time goes by, the fragmented memories begin to flash back and emerge in the soul, quickly becoming complete.
That picture, the complete memory from birth to growth to final death, were all displayed in the eyes of the female ghost.
The memory image finally settled on a lich with a skeleton-like appearance.
Through these precious memories from the Nine-ring Illusion Archmage, the female ghost gained the light of wisdom and inherited part of her original body's powerful illusion abilities.
But, she is not Isaiah.
To be precise, she is a new life born from Isiah's unwillingness and resentment.
She hates the Golden Alliance Army, hates Haris, hates the Kingdom of Timo... and hates all living creatures.
The female ghost doesn't feel like she is Isaiah either. Those memories are more like a movie watched from the eyes of an outsider.
She gave herself a brand new name.
Elena.
The Ghost Queen of the Bone Wasteland, Elena.
In the nature of undead creatures, there is hatred for the living and the desire to destroy the beautiful world.
Elena is no exception.
She is currently integrating the Wasteland of Bones, while coveting the bright and magnificent world of the living in the distance, with cruel thoughts swirling in her mind.
The other high-level undead in the Bone Wasteland are no match for Elena.
With just a look and a gesture, the soul of the other person, who was just born, was immersed in the ghost queen's illusion. From the inside out, from the bottom of his heart, he regarded Elena as his master and regarded her as the emperor.
"Soon, the undead will eventually break free from this place, and the wave of the undead will spread in all directions."
Elena murmured softly.
Suddenly, her eyes paused slightly and looked forward.
In the white light, there was a force that disgusted her approaching.
The surrounding undead people looked over at the same time, roars of disgust and hatred one after another.
Under Elena's will, the rugged and terrifying giant skeletal lion slowly stood up.
The predecessors of the giant skeleton lions were celestial lions summoned by high-ranking spell casters of the eighth ring. After being killed in battle, these huge beasts from the beast land turned into undead creature giant skeleton lions. Among them, the most majestic skeleton lion king is Ai
Lina's mount.
Boom boom boom... The Skeleton Lion King takes a step forward.
It is thirty-five meters long and can span hundreds of meters with each leap. It is wrapped in the aura of death and is extremely fast.
In the blink of an eye, Elena drove the Skeleton Lion King to the place where the white light occurred.
The burly paladins shrank their defenses to resist undead attacks from all directions. The priests in the middle continued to apply healing magic to heal the wounds of the scarred paladins.
They didn't expect that there were not only many undead gathered here, but also all of them were powerful.
Even the most common skeleton warriors have strong bones, as hard as steel, powerful and heavy attacks, and strong and fast speeds. They are completely incomparable to the previous skeletons that can be broken at a touch.
The skeleton warriors here were all powerful extraordinary warriors during their lifetimes, not ordinary soldiers.
The Holy See team was in trouble.
"Hmm...it's a good material. If you throw it into the shadow pool, I can have more high-level undead."
Elena smiled happily.
Through the corpse of the Paladin, a high-level Death Knight can be transformed, and the Priest can become a Dark Corpse Witch, adding even more power to her power.
This is why the undead are feared.
They can turn the dead into one of their own.
A dead skeleton still has a high chance of standing up again under the nourishment of negative aura.
If it breaks out into a protracted and continuous undead war, and the undead army cannot be eradicated in a short period of time, they will become stronger and stronger, and will eventually engulf the world of the living.
Fighting and retreating, resisting the attack of the undead, the Holy See team that was retreating saw the huge skeletal lion.
The female ghost sitting on the skeletal lion's head and shaking her calves also caught their eyes.
At this moment, the brows on the resolute knight's face could not help but frown deeply.
"Retreat immediately. No matter what, we must spread the news here."
A paladin said in a deep voice.
"That's not okay. I've already fallen in love with you. How can I let you leave?"
"Be good and become my pet."
Elena had deep hatred buried in her heart, but her face was filled with a bright and joyful smile.
The translucent ghost stretched out its long fingers and aimed at the prey.
"Stop resisting and sink into the beautiful world."
Silent ripples emanated from Elena's fingers, hitting everyone surrounded by the undead in the next second.
All those who were hit were stunned.
His steely eyes became blank and hollow after a slight struggle, and his body remained motionless, as if he had lost control and was frozen in place.
Chi chi chi......
The burly skeleton holding a sharp blade stabbed the weapon into the flesh and blood, drawing a flood of hot blood.
The warm blood fell to the ground and bloomed into bright flowers of blood, which were incompatible with the deathly grayness of the Bone Wasteland.
"Drag these guys into the Shadow Pool."
Elena ordered casually.
There were undead knights with certain intelligence around them who lowered their heads and responded: "As you command."
The paladins were not dead yet. They regained consciousness under the severe pain, praying in low voices while barely holding on amid the surging attacks.
The Paladin in this state is no match for the Undead Knight.
However, when several undead knights stepped forward, a sudden change occurred.
Streams of black mist burst out from the wounds of the Paladin and Priest, and instantly condensed into black tentacles, squeezing out of the wounds like living creatures.
The black tentacles are dotted with densely overlapping eyeballs, making people shudder.
This scene made the undead pause slightly, and Elena looked confused.
Likewise, this sudden scene caught the believers of the God of Light by surprise.
"What's this?"
They looked horrified.
The black tentacles growing from his own body carry a strong aura of evil and ominousness, and are extremely chaotic.
"interesting."
Elena came back to her senses, looked at the Paladins with interest, and at the same time waved to pause the undead's offensive.
"The Holy Knight of Light, is there something dark and evil hidden in his body?"
"It seems that the Holy See of Light has also fallen. It's really interesting."
The paladins clenched their teeth and recited the doctrine of the God of Light loudly, their bodies glowing with a white light that flickered on and off.
Immediately, the black mist surged, quickly swallowing up all the light, and grew stronger.
On the square face, pairs of eyes began to darken.
The whites of his eyes were quickly covered with black, with scarlet blood streaks crawling inside them, making them look ferocious and terrifying.
Soon, the holy knights with the aura of light on their bodies ceased to exist.
The feeling that disgusted Elena and made the undead around her crazy disappeared.
The black mist was like a living thing, rolling endlessly on the spot. The figures of all the Paladins were all in the diffuse black mist, which blocked their vision and made it difficult to see clearly. Some struggling and desperate gasps sounded in the black mist, accompanied by
There was a heart-wrenching sound of bones being crushed and flesh and blood crawling.
Elena's eyes, which were playful before, turned into serious and solemn.
Even she, in this black mist that expanded and contracted, churning like boiling water, felt an unusual and extraordinary power, which made people fascinated, yearned for, and indulged in it.
"What's this?"
Elena whispered to herself, looking at the black mist without blinking.
A moment later, blown by a gust of wind, the black mist seemed to be affected. It no longer rolled endlessly and began to gradually shrink.
When the last trace of black mist disappeared under the dark sky, the thing inside revealed its true face.
It was a completely black sculpture.
It looks like the sun, but its tentacles are its burning flames. The surface of the sun is covered with eyeballs. No matter which direction you look at it, countless eyes seem to be staring at it.
Flesh, bones, and the armor worn by the knights together constitute this horrific sculpture.
Elena stared at the Black Sun sculpture steadily, her eyes becoming more and more fascinated.
In her eyes, the entire world disappeared at this time, leaving only the black sun sculpture in her eyes.
The image of this sculpture became infinitely taller in her eyes, exuding supreme power. It looked hideous and terrifying, but it also had a strange, bizarre and evil beauty that made Elena unable to feel disgusted.
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All eyes were looking at her, and Elena's appearance was reflected in every eyeball. She saw countless versions of herself.
At the same time, a low murmur sounded in Elena's ears.
"He was born in the black mist, and he is the creator of the black mist."
"He brings darkness, He brings light."
"He writes life, He rewrites death."
"............."
"He is the Creator of all, He is the supreme sun."
The murmur was not in any language that Elena was familiar with, but the moment she heard it, she understood the meaning contained in it.
"The supreme sun............"
Elena murmured in a low voice, repeating the low murmur she heard over and over again.
Under the gaze of many undead, Elena floated down from the skull of the skeletal lion, stepped on her smooth and transparent jade feet, and came step by step to the Black Sun sculpture.
The Ghost Queen stretched out her hand and stroked the black sun sculpture very gently.
The fingers circled and passed over each eyeball, the movements were gentle like a caress between lovers.
At the same time, under the increasingly gloomy sky, strands of black mist emerged, as if they had found their final destination, scrambling to get into Elena's body, filled with the translucent ghost body, and intertwined into a
Flesh and bones.
Not long after, a woman with no hair and a complete body of flesh and blood appeared in the realm of the undead. Her body was spotless, smooth and flawless, and was incompatible with the surrounding environment.
Judging from his appearance, there is no difference from the nine-ring illusion master in his lifetime.
There is twisted hatred and resentment deep in Elena's eyes, which is completely different from the respected Isaiah.
"The original supreme sun, your favored one, will spread the radiance of the true sun throughout the Noahic continent, dispelling the darkness and bringing light."
The black mist intertwined and turned into a black robe with a gauze texture, covering the bumpy body.
Elena raised her head and looked up at the sky again.
Her eyes filled with hatred seemed to have passed through the thick clouds, and she saw the golden sun burning silently in the sky.