Righteous Angry Hunting Demon

By the time Lin Yun and the others returned to Juanze City, it was already after the third day.

Except for those who didn't drink, the rest of the people were basically too drunk, and they all needed to slow down. After the slow down, it was already the next night.

Although the route from Heaven's Fate to Juanze City is generally safe, it's not enough to rush back at night.

In addition, Lin Yun only wanted to catch fish, cough cough cough.

In short, when Lin Yun returned to Juanze City, it can only be said that another pile of things was placed in front of Lin Yun.

Reinforcements like the Blackstone Alliance mercenary regiment, other regiments, and knight regiments seemed to arrive one after another.

Although the military strength of Juanze City is not large, it can be regarded as more than enough to protect itself, and besides that, Zecarius's psychic tower, with the help of his skeleton army, was also built. up.

It looks a bit like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. The whole body looks like a circle, the whole body is black, only some gaps reveal green light, which looks eerie.

For the sake of safety, Lin Yun also placed a sign at the door, "Dangerous place, do not enter, some people are alive, but he is dead, some people are dead, but he is still alive."

In fact, the translation is, if you go in, whether you are dead or alive is up to you. If you die, you will become a dead spirit. If you are still alive, then life is probably better than death.

Standing in front of the Spirit Tower, Zecarius, who seemed to be reviewing and waiting to show off, looked at the Spirit Tower with an arrogant attitude.

After seeing Lin Yun and the others approaching, he tilted his head.

"It's not bad, apprentice, and the slippery boy. It's much more spacious than my private room in the fallen church. However, you don't expect me to supervise the operation of this palace, do you? I'm busy enough now, I Constant spiritual creation was necessary to grant eternal life to my apprentice. Without my efforts, the power of death would consume my apprentice in an instant. So I created a new creature, The Skull Pillar. It will be responsible for assisting my apprentice with... mundane matters."

"Skull pillar? What is that? A golem?" Lin Yun frowned slightly and asked.

"For this kind of thing, you can ask him yourself." Zecarius pointed inside and said directly.

"Pretending to be mysterious." Lin Yun muttered, but followed him in.

Lin Yun and his group walked into this psychic tower, and they could clearly feel the panic around them, and then the surrounding rocks, floors, walls, and ceilings seemed to be not ordinary rocks, and the material looked a bit like obsidian a feeling of.

The moment they entered, they could clearly feel a distinctly cold feeling coming from them.

Obviously, if this normal person came in, he might catch a cold by accident.

Lin Yun and the others walked up a flight of stairs, and then came to what looked like a hall, and they could see a bone pillar standing in the center of the hall, with activated heads strung on it.

"Look at my creation, apprentice! I have made this skull column out of the heads of bright, wise men, who can once again contribute. Now freed from the shackles of their flesh, they can devote themselves to the You work. They will give wise and helpful advice, and this bone pillar can ensure the order of the Tower of Spirituality." Zecarius, who had been pretending to be mysterious just now, now showed off to Lin Yun Showcase his work. . . . .

The eyes of these skulls glowed green, and all but one belonged to a grey-bearded old man, all of which had been stripped bare. The skulls salute you in unison, their whispers mingling in a chorus, "Hello, lord, mistress. We are the Skull Pillars. We are at your service and at your command."

"Did the master call me?" Lin Yun frowned slightly.

"After all, you are the city lord here. Is there a problem? If you don't want this authority, I will cancel it now." Zecarius said directly.

"You are...Telton, the administrator of the Istrode Tower Museum?" At this moment, Dylan, who came to visit with him and said that he had never seen the Spiritual Tower, frowned slightly and said.

It can be seen that it is the head of the gray-bearded old man, even at this time his lips are covered with dried blood scabs, and a huge black fly is crawling around on his face.

"Wow, it's so disgusting, can you at least clean his head? Will he not itch? If there is a fly here, I will definitely catch it with one claw." Little Aiwu shrank his head, Said with a grin.

"Indeed, it affects viewing a bit." The sedum on this side is also directly a cleaning technique.

At least remove those bloodstains and carrion.

And in the process of cleaning.

"Our heads and our thoughts are a gift to you from the great Xecarius. Everything contained in these heads is yours. If you ask, we will provide the answer."

"We are the apprentices of the great Zecarius. He called us, and we crawled out of the grave, and it was a duty we had to do. The great Zecarius bound us together, and now We are complete. We are the pillars of the skull, your servants."

"Knowledge, magic, wisdom. We are the heart of this ziggurat, its consciousness, and its magic shield. We used to be mages who followed Zecarius. As long as we have the power of magic, we will There is no need for a body. The loyalty of the stewards and advisors is short-lived. They covet the power of their masters and plot tricks. We have no bodies and no ambitions, and we will serve you faithfully."

The three heads were like a cross talk, speaking separately, and introducing themselves to Lin Yun and Saya.

However, Lin Yun looked at Dai Lan.

"Do you still remember that Saya said before that Xecarius' wand was given to an apprentice, and then asked him to take it to Cannabury? That apprentice was Terton, and he was Xecarius' apprentice, but it might be because Old, or because the disappearance of Zecarius hit him too hard, so this old man got mentally ill, although he is said to be an administrator, he is actually just giving him a pension." Dylan said casually.

"Ah, the great Zecarius, we are still needed, so we are here." At this moment, the three heads said in unison.

"By the way, we didn't seem to be able to see him when we went to Istrode Tower." Nero said at this time.

"I think you should keep Iraqis safe." Lin Yun had a strange expression on his face.

Irras was the cultist in Istrold Tower at that time, that is, the leader of the cult who is now defecting to the Devil May Cry Army.

"Well, no wonder it is said to have crawled out of the grave." Hun Yuan also spread his hands.

"I probably understand." Lin Yun frowned, probably understanding.

Since these guys are also voluntary, there is nothing to say.

I'm afraid these guys are not fanatics of that guy Zecarius. For apprentices like them, Zecarius feels like a god.

"Then what if Dante's or Saya's orders conflicted, or their orders conflicted with Zecarius's?" Dai Lan asked with great interest, full of trouble-making ideas.

"The great Zecarius has commanded us to serve you, he has not commanded us to serve him. We are his gift to you, and you are our master and mistress. Though we are full of love for our creator and teacher Respect, but we belong to you. If the orders of the master and the mistress conflict, we will listen to the orders of the mistress first."

"Our purpose is to provide you with advice, help you control the Spirit Tower, guide the undead, and protect your safety. Of course, we can also help you form the Gravekeeper Army. We are at your disposal."

The three heads replied indifferently.

"Gravekeeper Legion? Is it like Arles and Staunton?" Lin Yun subconsciously froze for a moment, then said.

"Yes, we sense a powerful soul, the soul of a great leader, who will be a valuable servant. That soul is trapped in the temple of Delamer to the west. Find it." Three The head continued.

"The temple on the west side?" Lin Yun was taken aback.

Because among the previous reports, Lin Yun remembered that there was a report submitted by Elsa.

As the high-ranking priest of Juanze City, whether it is an issue of the Iomedae Church or not, anyway, it is a matter of belief, which is under her management.

Before the Worldwound, a sub-cult of Erastir was housed in a series of cathedrals in a complex of crypts. To this day, the rift of the Wound of the World has destroyed much of the structure, leaving only a relatively small cavern.

In short, here Erastir's faith can be considered to have a long history.

Erastir, who can be called the **** of archers, also has the gods of family, agriculture, hunting and trade.

Because of this, some farmers and hunters will become its followers.

Born when the world was still in its infancy, when humans were still ignorant of farming, it is said that Erastir gave mortals the first bow to help them hunt and survive.

He is a deity of nature. The deer-headed deity is both small town and untamed wilderness, between the verdant oath and the modern religion of the city.

He was a strict father, but also willing to reach out to those in need. He is not a **** for honor-seekers, but protects those who seek stability and cooperation.

He's a traditionalist, and has never had a good look at guys who break tradition without thinking.

Because of Lin Yun's capture of Juanze City, some of the surrounding population re-inflowed.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and whenever he met familiar people, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.

To this.

Shen Changqing is already used to it.

Because this is Zhenmagic Division~www.readwn.com~, which is an organization to maintain the stability of Daqin. Its main duty is to kill monsters and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In Zhenmensi, everyone's hands were stained with a lot of blood.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it as time went by.

Zhenmus is huge.

Those who can stay in Zhenmusi are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Zhenmagic Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy, and the other is the Exorcist.

Anyone who enters the Town of Magic Division starts from the lowest level of Demon Slayers,

Then he was promoted step by step, and eventually he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the town of magic division, and he was also the lowest-ranked demon slayer.

Possess the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with Zhenmusi's environment.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in Zhenmagus, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd. In the **** Zhenmagus, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped in.

Enter the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood hit his face, making his brows furrowed instinctively, but then relaxed quickly.

There is almost no way to clean off the **** smell on everyone in Zhenmusi.

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