Dancing is not allowed on the grave

When the ghost carriage sped past the small town of Karami, when Syl saw the familiar white halo covering the streets and alleys, he knew that this was destined to be an extraordinary night.

The search of the Holy See of the Holy Light has been fully launched in the three empires, and even a remote town like Karami will inevitably be affected.

The ghost carriage flits from the shadows and enters the misty cemetery on the outskirts.

The plants in the cemetery are growing rapidly. Apart from the dead bellflowers that bloomed and bear fruit overnight, there are also a few huge plants that have just been pulled out of the ground and stand in the night.

"That's—" Syl frowned, "The piranha??"

With a heavy head and sharp fangs in a bloody mouth, he couldn't think of any other species except piranhas.

Lancelot also frowned slightly, picked out the book, flipped through a few pages with his slender fingers, and stopped on the side where the plants were painted with fangs and claws, "It's a mutation of the Venus flytrap."

Searle: "???"

Dogtails, Venus flytrap, is it time for morning glories to emerge next?

What is that book again?

Curious, he leaned over and glanced at it.

The corners of the pages are yellow and brittle, and they are all curled to varying degrees. If they were not deliberately damaged, they should have experienced a long period of time.

The picture on the paper is drawn with a pen, and the ink is smooth, but it seems to have been drawn casually, with rough lines and many traces of alteration.

"Click."

Lancelot closed the book and handed it to him.

"Your Highness, if you want to see it, take it."

Seale: "Huh?"

He blinked, and reached out to take the book uncertainly. The movement was very light, and he didn't dare to open it immediately to read it.

The ghost horse's hooves rested on the pitch-black soil, digging out loose mud particles.

Syl jumped out of the carriage and asked as he walked towards the cemetery, "Is the Vatican of the Holy Light so powerful?"

Lancelot nodded: "They are not only a religious organization that believes in the Goddess of Light, but also a concentration of holy light mages, and their influence spreads across every town in Losra."

Whenever a child is born, the parents will go to the local church for baptism to test whether the newborn has the talent to learn the magic of the Holy Light.

The mentality is comparable to buying a lottery ticket - if you can enter the Holy See of the Holy Light, even the most ordinary priest, the status is far higher than that of ordinary people, not to mention the senior Holy Light magician and cardinal, even the imperial family has to be courteous when they see them three points.

Searle asked again, "Are there any other religious groups in Rossla?"

"No, except for some folk cult organizations." Lancelot thought for a while and said, "In ancient times, the gods were not only the God of Light, but she was the only one who was recorded in the annals of history and believed in."

"why?"

"Because in ancient times, Isabella has been sheltering human beings until she exhausted her divine power to drive away the plague. However, it is said that the goddess of light did not disappear. every piece of land."

Lancelot paused, and added: "This is what it says in the manual of the Holy See of Light."

After Isabella emerged, the Pope, in commemoration of her establishment of the Holy See of Light, recruited light elemental magicians scattered throughout the Losra continent to jointly protect the belief of the Holy Light.

In the misty night, the piranha swayed in the wind, and its steel-like fangs shone coldly.

The undead walked slowly past Syl, and he soon realized that the strange phenomenon of plant mutation and resurrection of corpses, the power buried under the cemetery he inherited might be inseparable from the magic of necromancers. But he has no choice now.

Necromancer magic and the Holy See of the Holy Light are bound to be opposites, and the Holy See's power in Losra is so huge, which means that he will have to hide in the shadows for a long time after that.

Syl couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He opened the book in his hand and saw a row of familiar and unfamiliar strange words on the title page.

Death is not the end, but a new beginning. - Necronomicon

[Congratulations on obtaining an epic prop: Necronomicon]

[Unlocked Illustration: Dead Bell Grass]

[Unlocked Illustration: Piranha]

[Piranha experience value: 0/10]

Searle: "???"

What's the matter with this pop-up window?Suddenly bound to the system?

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