Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 137 The Immortal Lord Odyssey

Under the bleak moonlight, the strong wind raged, causing ripples on the grass in the random graveyards and rustling of the tall maple trees.

Clouds passed over the surface of the moon, and the moonlight fell on the raised cemeteries from time to time, dipping pale light and casting undulating shadows on the decayed coffins and the few tombstones.

The moonlight also illuminated the piles of skulls, their broken teeth bared, their black eye sockets peering into nothingness.

The breath of fear brewed in the night, and this pale, dead monster made the desolate and deserted cemetery look eerie.

Deep in the ground of the cemetery, there is a secret basement.

A priest exuding an evil aura stood on the altar. He was wearing a black robe, holding a skeleton scepter with a skull at the top, and a demon mask with a fearful expression on his face.

On the stone wall behind him, there are many strange pictures carved, including a throne made of countless bones, a demon with bat wings and horns, a blazing flame, and a bloated phantom shrouded in darkness.

The pale will-o'-the-wisp kept jumping and trembling in the darkness, reflecting the surroundings in an eerie, daunting way.

Below the altar is a large group of kneeling believers, including nobles, adventurers, and commoners.

The black-robed priest held up the skeleton scepter in his hand, and on the skull at the top of the scepter, in the two hollow eye sockets, a terrifying bloody light emanated instantly.

Under the veil of blood, the priest exuded suffocating fear, and he chanted the blasphemous midnight prayer, his tone full of fanaticism:

"Believers, do you have many doubts about the meaning of your life?
Are you confused about the meaning of your day-to-day, never-ending existence?
Have you given up on childhood dreams that have long since shrunk before reality and can never be recovered?

Are you all a group of people trying to find the value of life, trying to make your life dignified and meaningful, but you are still the most ordinary people in the world?

Are you willing to take the initiative to break out of your own intolerable, passionless life?

Are you already full of despair in life?
If this is the case, then please come and respond to me, the great undead lord Otis will give you a satisfactory answer.

The Lord of Immortality has returned, and all who dare to stand up against Oros will eventually be silenced in eternal immortality.

Only by serving the Lord of Immortality can one obtain real eternal life and strength!
just now!

Believers who are willing to follow the undead lord, shout the name of the undead lord with me: Otis..."

"Odyssey!"

"Otis!!"

"Otis!!!"

All the believers raised their voices, hysterically chanting the name of the demon lord.

Waves of fanatical shouts echoed in the secret, twisted, and weird underground chamber.

When chanting the name of Odyssey, all the believers lowered their heads deeply and knelt on the ground, expressing their absolute obedience to the undead lord.

……

Odyssey, Lord of Immortality.

A strong and vigorous Demon Lord—His evil heart, bad intentions, and unruly vigor can be compared with his body.

Due to a carelessness, he was murdered at the end of the war with two other demon lords, Demogorgon and Grazt, and his throne was taken away.

However, Orcas climbed out of death again, and now he has recovered his former status and strength.

As the undead lord who created the first undead creature, although Otis is not a real god, he is worshiped as a god by countless demons, necromancers and undead creatures.

His hidden orders are widely distributed in every world and every race.

Especially the evil humanoid races, of which orcs, half-orcs, ogres, and depraved evil humans are the most numerous.

His temples are spread all over the multiverse, and the creatures who serve him will also gain magic just like serving the true god.

Of course, this kind of 'magic' obviously comes from some kind of wide-area energy (maybe it is the negative energy plane).

His temple is hidden, and his followers form secret societies that blend in with normal society.

Other temples are mostly gathered in barren places full of negative energy, usually some powerful organizations that gather a large number of undead creatures.

There, evil lords plot and wage war in the name of the Demon Lord.

There may even be a terrifying situation in which an entire tribe or kingdom surrenders to the undead lord.

Odyssey, the undead lord, is one of the most powerful demon lords of the Abyss.

What he desires most is to make the entire multiverse a dark world that is dead and suitable for undead creatures to live in, so that all existence is subject to his will.

"Odys, Lord of the Immortals! Give me strength and immortality, I swear by the land and the harvest, I dedicate my hearth, heart and harvest to you, so that the fear of the Lord of the Immortals may spread to the world Every corner of the world...or else! Let Odyss kill me and take my soul!"

A slob holding a pitchfork and wearing a tattered straw hat was the first to stand up, shouting piously and fanatically.

"Odyss, Lord of Immortality! Please grant me strength and an immortal soul. In the name of bronze and steel, I swear that I will dedicate all my wealth and territory, so that the eternal silence of immortality will spread to every part of the world. A corner... Otherwise! Let Otis kill me and take my soul!" A pale and weak nobleman in luxurious clothes threw out a handful of gold coins, followed by a loud echo.

"Odys, Lord of Immortality! Please grant me strength and immortality, I swear by sword, spear and bow, I will give my strength and loyalty, so that the fear of killing and death will spread Go to every corner of the world... Otherwise! Let Orcus kill me and take my soul!" A physically disabled mercenary stood up with a cane, raised his weapon, and swore.

A sinister ritual full of depravity takes place in this hidden subterranean chamber...

The black-robed priest held the skeleton scepter tightly in his skinny palms, and kept chanting the ancient devil language in his mouth.

The evil believers kneeling on the ground were praying and swearing fervently one after another, and waves of evil energy gathered on the stone carvings on the wall of this secret room like gossamer.

The bloated demon phantom gradually became clear.

At this moment, the black-robed priest standing on the obsidian altar suddenly opened his scarlet eyes, showing a look of shock and disbelief.

"stop!"

The black-robed priest suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, tightened the skeleton scepter in his hand, and let out a loud roar, all the believers fell silent.

"The most devout believers of the Undead Lord, my lord told me that a group of priests from the Kingdom of Karnas discovered our hidden secret society and tried to purify us all."

The cunning eyes of the black-robed priest flickered for a moment, and the light of the skeleton scepter in his hand was faintly visible, "It's time for us to fight back. I hope this feast of killing can please our Lord."

The clergyman of the Karnas Kingdom?
There was a commotion among the believers, and angry shouts, accompanied by curses, spread through the crowd.

Obviously, no one thought about how this group of priests found this place, and how they knew that they would gather here tonight.

"Your Excellency, the believers of Otis never care about the kingdom and the law. For the glory of our lord, what should be done, you can directly order, let us kill this group of seemingly godly sticks together."

A mercenary with scars all over the place showed a ferocious smile and asked frantically.

The cold eyes of the black-robed priest flickered like a will-o'-the-wisp, and said in a deep voice:
"For the glory of my Lord, the army of the dead of the Immortal Lord will overwhelm this group of overestimating priests. However, we still need a key to open this door of fear and chaos."

"key?"

The believers began to whisper and make a mess.

"quiet!"

The black-robed priest gave a low snort, turned to stare at the mercenary who had just spoken, and said coldly: "This key is the death and killing in the 'Challenge Code'!"

"Understood!" The mercenary smiled ferociously again.

Immediately afterwards, he drew out the two scimitars at his waist, and like a storm, he rushed towards the unsuspecting crowd without warning.

"Pfft!"

A flickering scimitar pierced through the back of a lazy man, almost coming out through his body, and then another scimitar swung at the noble young man next to him, cutting off the neck bone in an instant, and a bloody head rolled away. landed.

Large swathes of blood gushed out...

Cold fear climbed up the faces of the believers, spread to the limbs, and strangled them toward their throats.

"what!!!"

The thick blood and twitching corpses finally brought all the believers back to reality, and they instinctively let out shrill wails.

The secret chamber suddenly exploded, and these devout and fanatical believers began to flee crazily and crawl.

It is a pity that the door of the secret room has long been sealed, and only killing and death greet them.

The black-robed priest standing on the altar looked at the purgatory-like tragedy with indifferent eyes, and immediately raised the bone scepter in his hand, chanting obscure and incomprehensible curses.

Although he didn't know how this secret society, which had been working hard for many years, was discovered by this group of priests.

But he is very aware of the strength of this group of priests from Karnas.

And he has no power to compete with it, so if he wants to escape, he must wake up all the sleeping undead in the entire cemetery, and use bloody sacrificial rituals to summon powerful abyss demons.

The vast number of undead creatures and demons summoned here will make these priests have no time to care.

Only by dragging all these priests here, can he find a chance to escape back to Niluskan.

The only pity is that this secret base will be completely pulled out by the priests, and all the undead troops accumulated outside the Golden Feather City in the Kingdom of West will also be purified by those damned priests.

At this moment, as the threat of death continued to come, this group of believers who realized that they could not escape finally realized what to do.

They took up weapons one after another, and those without weapons punched, kicked, tore and dragged, and began to kill each other.

Accompanied by streams of blood splashing, the scarlet blood flowed along the strange formation on the ground, and gathered bit by bit on the obsidian altar at the feet of the black-robed priest.

The fluctuations of negative energy began to spread, and the destructive aura from the abyss enveloped the surroundings.

At the same time, in the ruins above the underground chamber, a group of knights in silver-white armor and several priests in white robes appeared.

The two leaders are the paladin Strickland and the 'judge' Archbishop Rickard.

They walked solemnly along the grass-covered cemeteries to the deepest part of the cemetery.

Carefully stepping over the messy stones, passing through a dilapidated and desolate ruin, steel boots rattled on the stone slabs, and strange echoes sounded between the walls, but they were overwhelmed by the whistling wind.

"Old God Stick, go through the columns and arcades in front, and walk straight along a black tunnel with no end in sight, and you will be able to find the hiding place of the necromancer. Believe me, you will definitely gain something unexpected."

A crow standing on a dead branch combed its feathers, and said to the people below in a hoarse and piercing voice: "There is nothing to be afraid of. This is the Dreadfort. It used to be a hiding place for an evil wizard. Castles used to be great, too, but that was a long, long time ago...."

After the crow finished speaking, he kicked his legs, flapped his wings and disappeared into the pitch black night.

"Devil?" Paladin Strickland whispered to Archbishop Rickard beside him.

"That's right, that crow was transformed by a little devil." The archbishop clasped a sacred emblem of sunrise composed of rose, yellow and red gemstones in his hand, and said solemnly.

"I feel a faint breath of the abyss." Strickland frowned, looking at the path guided by the crow, "it emanates from the depths of the tunnel ahead, it seems that this devil is not lying."

"Devils and demons are natural enemies, and they are extremely sensitive to the breath of both parties. It is not surprising that this cunning little devil can find demon followers in the ruins behind the cemetery."

Archbishop Rickard sighed and nodded again: "Let's go, I hope this is just an evil wizard."

The only thing that puzzled him was who secretly instructed this devil to take them to the hiding place of the necromancer from Niluskan.

When the group was about to walk into the dark tunnel, the wind direction suddenly changed.

The horrible stench came to his face, and the Karnas prince Tien who was following behind subconsciously covered his mouth and nose, and the other knights and priests also began to work hard to stabilize their breathing so as not to suffocate themselves.

"Everyone be on alert, there are undead creatures ahead." The Holy Emblem in Archbishop Rickard's hand bloomed with bright, soft sacred light, and then he reminded everyone with a solemn expression.

The voice just fell.

A series of terrifying, mucus-like roars, together with the stench of death, came out of the deep tunnel.

(End of this chapter)