Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 138
Accompanied by intermittent grunts and groans in the darkness, figures with stumped legs, swollen arms and broken palms staggered into everyone's sight.

"Get ready to fight!" Archbishop Rickard said in a solemn voice.

The priests who followed the archbishop took out their holy emblems and began to prepare divine spells. The knights held their weapons and shields tightly and spread out to block the undead creatures.

These well-trained temple knights did not flinch from the terrifying faces of the undead creatures. With strong willpower, they endured the disgusting smell and waved their weapons to meet them, fighting for the magic spells for the priests behind them. The time to cast.

The long sword of Strickland, the paladin, shone brightly in an instant, so radiant that even the knight beside him squinted his eyes subconsciously.

I saw him lift the long sword, take the lead, and take the lead in killing the leading ogre skeleton running in the front.

Afterwards, his vigorous figure rushed into the enemy's formation like a tornado exuding sacred aura, slashing left and right, chopping melons and vegetables and slaughtering all the zombies and skeletons around him.

The Karnas prince Tien on the side also found his opponent, his eyes fixed on a pair of haggard eye sockets.

In his opinion, the owner of those eye sockets is simply a walking nightmare for a paladin like him who is going out to practice for the first time.

Wearing a rough shirt and trousers and wielding a pitchfork, the zombie must have been a farmer, but Tien now believes he's dead.

Gray-green rotting flesh hung from his skeleton, rotten fingers left succulent fingerprints on the pitchfork handle, and viscous black liquid oozed from the many pustules on his body.

With the roar of the zombie full of phlegm, dots of disgusting thick juice splashed on Tien's face without a helmet, which made him unable to hold back and turned around to vomit.

When the monster stabbed Tin with a pitchfork, he was so horrified that he barely had time to block anything.

Fortunately, this stiff pitchfork was not as powerful as imagined. It pierced his armor, and it only made him stagger back two steps, and then he raised the long sword exuding sacred energy in time, Knock the pitchfork out of the zombie's hand.

Immediately afterwards, Tien swung the long sword again, and the shining sword pierced the zombie's chest, like a red-hot branding iron imprinted on the fresh flesh. Amid the sizzling sound, it gave off a stench mixed with scorching.

The zombie fell to the ground and never stood up again. The pale prince took a deep breath, resisting the urge to spit out the contents of his stomach, summoned up his courage, and faced another enemy.

In the silent ruins, the sound of many weapons colliding, mixed with the knight's battle cry, resounded through the night sky.

As the undead creatures fell one by one, and more undead creatures took their place, these undead from the darkness kept rushing towards the group of priests.

- "Supernatural Ability: Turn Undead!"

At this moment, several priests headed by the archbishop raised the holy emblem in their hands accompanied by high-spirited divine spells.

A series of pale golden light arrays reflected the deep black night like day, and spread towards the undead creatures at an extremely fast speed.

In an instant.

All the nearby undead creatures were ruthlessly crushed by the holy radiance, and turned into piles of black ashes with scorching smoke, almost clearing a vacuum in the chaotic battle field.

For them, however, the battle is far from over.

What made people look slightly changed was that the priests' strongest ultimate move against undead creatures did not give them much time to breathe and rest.

Just for a moment.

In the cemetery around the ruins and in the deep darkness, as if they heard the call of some kind of evil force, countless corpses that had been buried for a long time poked out the rotten hand bones from the mound, bit by bit the dirt, and crawled out of the tomb. Come out, light up a pair of flickering soul fires, and walk towards the group of priests with staggering and stiff steps.

"Don't love to fight, everyone gather here, immediately!"

Archbishop Rickard frowned. He first prevented the paladin Strickland from purifying the undead creatures, and then shouted.

These temple knights are all well-trained warriors. Although they have not learned how to deal with such enemies, panic and confusion will not spread among the crowd.

When they heard the archbishop's order, they all turned around and gathered around Rickard in an orderly manner.

Strickland also put away the holy emblem and did as he asked.

In fact, if he didn't see too many undead creatures around him, he wouldn't even think about using his dispelling ability.

Because he is extremely sensitive to evil aura, he can clearly feel a danger from the depths of the ground, which makes him instinctively want to preserve his own strength in order to deal with unknown emergencies.

Archbishop Rickard looked at the undead creatures that surrounded them in the night and kept approaching.

He unhurriedly took out a bottle of holy water from his pocket, unscrewed the cork, swished it lightly, and sprinkled it all into the dark sky.

——"Three-ring Divine Art: Holy Storm!"

Immediately afterwards, the archbishop held the silver-white holy emblem on his chest, and the sunrise composed of roses, red and yellow gemstones radiated divine brilliance.

A bright light enveloped his whole body as he raised his eyes and recited the prayer, and formed a beam of light, rushed to the night sky, exploded like fireworks, and turned into a little light curtain, disappearing without a trace.

"Tick!"

A moist breeze blows towards the face, and with the soft sound of water droplets falling on the armor, a drizzle suddenly fell in the starless black night sky

The warm, soft rain fell more and more heavily, like hail, and fell on the faces and armors of the people, washing away the filth and blood they had stained in the battle.

"Zizzizi..."

On the contrary, the moment the dense undead creatures around came into contact with the rain, it was like piles of raw meat being thrown into a boiling oil pan, quickly emitting scorched smoke, and then spreading and spreading to other parts.

As the rain relentlessly washed away, a large number of staggering skeletons, zombies, and ghouls fell to the ground like harvesting wheat, unable to get up again.

Through the hazy rain, Archbishop Rickard looked thoughtfully at a zombie whose body and clothes were emitting thick smoke and disappeared into the darkness. He looked around at the scattered undead creatures and immediately gave instructions to everyone:

"The rain will continue for a while. When it is over, you must purify all the undead in the cemetery and ruins before dawn."

"Strickland, come with me to the underground chamber."

Rickard looked at the paladin, and prayed secretly in his heart: Gods bless, this place must not be a secret society of an evil organization.

To be able to awaken all the sleeping undead in the entire cemetery, Rickard instinctively believed that it was absolutely impossible for only one necromancer to do it, unless he used some kind of power, this was what really worried him.

The paladin Strickland shook the rain on his armor, explained a few words to his student Tien, and then followed Rickard's footsteps to the deep dark tunnel.

According to the instructions of the little devil, the two walked silently along a broken stone pillar and arcade in the ruins, and then confidently drilled into a black tunnel that gradually descended and had no end in sight.

During this period, although scattered undead creatures continued to appear, they could not stop their progress at all.

Before long, ahead of them, the end of the tunnel.

A straight vertical line shone with scarlet light, and as it approached, it became taller and wider, and finally turned into a gate.

Through the tiny cracks in the door, countless mournful wailings could be heard vaguely.

Strickland and Rickard looked at each other, raised their vigilance, and pushed the door open.

The moment the door was easily pushed open, a farmer lying on the door with a terrified face and blood stains all over his body fell right in front of the two of them.

Thick blood spread on the ground, twitched a few times, and died.

Immediately afterwards, a strong smell of blood came to the nostrils, even the two determined priests couldn't help frowning.

They looked at the tragic scene of corpses in the secret room, and angry flames jumped out of their majestic eyes.

"This is the temple of Odyssey, the undead lord!"

"Priests of the Lord of Dawn, you are provoking the great Lord of Undead!"

There was a furious roar from the obsidian altar. A priest holding a skeleton scepter and covered in black robe stood on the altar, coldly looking down at the intruder.

As soon as the words fell, the black-robed priest who had been prepared for a long time quickly took out a black agate stone that looked like a casting material, and held up his skeleton scepter.

The cold negative energy breath gushes out from the scepter, quickly seeps into the ground, and spreads around.

Accompanied by the red light in the eye sockets of the skull on the top of the scepter.

All of a sudden, under the erosion of negative energy, all the corpses in the secret room stood up strangely, picked up their weapons, and rushed up with stiff steps, the pilgrims and priests.

The paladin Strickland snorted coldly, raised his hand to disperse it, and a pale golden light array instantly swept across the entire underground secret room. Amidst a hollow roar, all the awakened undead creatures were crushed to ashes in an instant.

Archbishop Rickard on the side frowned, looking warily at the obsidian altar where the black-robed priest stood.

Vaguely, he sensed that a wave of evil energy was about to spew out. This palpitating sense of crisis made him dare not make any rash moves.

At the same time, the moment the undead creatures were dispelled, the black-robed priest jumped off the altar, and said in a cold tone: "Come out, let you taste the wrath from the abyss!"

As the black-robed priest's scepter pointed at the obsidian altar, a hexagram circle appeared on the altar, emitting a dazzling red light.

"boom!"

The turbulent evil energy rushed straight to the ceiling, reflecting a hideous projection, and a bloated demon phantom carved on the stone wall also became solidified, as if it would break free at any time.

A suffocating evil atmosphere quickly filled the entire underground chamber.

"This wizard is summoning demons, Rickard, hurry up and stop him!" Paladin Strickland's expression changed drastically, and he roared out in a hurry.

"It can't be stopped. Prepare to deal with it. Leave that necromancer alone for the time being. You must not let this demon appear on the surface, or it will bring countless fear and chaos to the city."

Archbishop Rickard witnessed the scene in front of him, sighed secretly, shook his head slightly, and then held the holy emblem tightly, ready to fight.

His worst fears had happened, and it wasn't a wandering evil wizard at all, but an evil society hiding here.

This also means that there are likely to be many such secret associations in the entire Asno continent.

In an instant, the obsidian altar was covered with a large mass of scarlet magic circle light, and a strong abyssal breath erupted.

"Welcome to the feast of death!" The black-robed priest cautiously opened his hands and sneered.

The aura from the abyss danced on the six-pointed star circle, rising continuously, getting higher and higher, and taking shape rapidly.

With a strong and primitive roar, an image began to envelope the audience, and tightly grasped everyone's sights.

The light of the summoning circle quickly dissipated, and a demon creature covered in scales, with spikes on its back and several rows of powerful teeth growing in its wide mouth, walked on all fours like a huge and strong humanoid toad. out.

The breath from the bottomless abyss entangled the monster, and a sickening stench instantly filled the entire underground chamber.

The abyss demon looked coldly at the black-robed priest who dared to summon him.

Immediately afterwards, the abyssal demon opened its bloody mouth, kicked its two strong and powerful hind legs, and rushed towards the black-robed priest with a pungent stench.

Facing the counterattack of the summoned creature, the summoner was clearly prepared.

He immediately propped up a barrier, and at the moment when he was about to be shattered by the devil, he took the opportunity to open the distance between the two, and raised the skeleton scepter to activate a mechanism, a secret door appeared on the stone wall, and then he quickly drilled went in.

A look of disappointment flashed in Archbishop Rickard's eyes.

Obviously, it was a pity that the demon didn't kill its summoner.

He and the paladin exchanged glances, looking at the abyssal demon in a serious manner.

Accompanied by the devil's roar, the secret door closed with a bang.

The black-robed priest who got into the secret passage relaxed, and hurriedly fled toward the end of the passage, ignoring the feeling of powerlessness all over his body.

Because he knew that this abyssal demon could not stop the paladins and priests of the Lord of Dawn for too long, and he needed to use this opportunity to leave the secret room and go to the means of escape he had prepared for himself in advance.

In this way, he can leave the Kingdom of West at an extremely fast speed and return to Niluskan.

Under the bleak moonlight, the black-robed priest ran panting in the dense forest.

He came to a creek that he had expected, and swept quickly over the thick canopy that hid it.

The bed of the river, which is approaching winter, has long since dried up, scattered with thorns and rotting trees.

He crossed the river bed easily, and came to a barren glade, where the roots and branches of the plants were scattered like the tentacles of the devil in the abyss.

When holding the secret activities of the undead lord Odyssey, in order to prevent accidents from happening, he had already placed manpower and horse-drawn carriages here in advance.

As long as he joins his subordinates here, he can leave the Kingdom of West overnight and get rid of the pursuit of those priests.

At this moment, a flock of crows on the treetops was startled by the uninvited guest and flew away, leaving only a hoarse cry of grief.

The black-robed priest was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw a dead body, which made his expression change drastically.

Realizing that something was wrong, he was about to turn around and leave when a black shadow appeared behind him without warning, making him tense up, not daring to move an inch.

"Yo! It's finally here, but it's been a long wait."

Hei Ying looked at the back of the black-robed priest with great interest, and joked: "It's a pity, if you were later, I might have left early."

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow appeared in all directions of the black-robed priest at the same time, surrounding him.

"Brian of Tegrila!"

Hearing the familiar voice, the black-robed priest gritted his teeth in hatred.

Looking at the figure intercepting here, he suddenly fell into despair.

Because at this time, when he summoned the demon, he had already exhausted his spells, which was at the end of his strength.

From the corpses on the ground, he knew that the subordinates he arranged here had been slaughtered long ago, and it was naturally impossible for him to escape successfully.

He really couldn't figure out who leaked the news, not only discovered the secret base in the cemetery, but also blocked his escape route.

——"Third Ring Spell: Flame of Darkness!"

The black-robed priest turned around suddenly, exhausted the last bit of strength in his body, raised the skeleton scepter in his hand, and pointed at Brian's figure.

In an instant, a strange black flame condensed on the skull at the top of the scepter and shot out.

Facing the sneak attack of the black-robed priest, Brian turned a blind eye to it. Having been prepared, he raised his finger and pointed at the priest, quickly murmured a spell, and returned the favor.

——"One-ring spell: Arcane Missile!"

A missile made of magical energy shot out from the fingertips and flew towards the black-robed priest, instantly leaving a gurgling blood hole in his throat.

The moment the fireball was about to hit Brian, a diamond-shaped gemstone shining with deep purple light floated in front of him.

Ripples of purple light curtains radiated in the air, completely dispelling the fireball.

The black-robed priest looked at the safe and sound Brian in disbelief, fell on his back to the ground, lifeless.

(End of this chapter)