Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 479 Seems to be an old friend

The Death Church that the wandering mage of Lianhua Ridge discovered before was actually not difficult to find.

Since the entire area around the Hesse Mire was filled with a very high concentration of ghostly magic, Master Laurie and Master Moliere just closed their eyes and meditated for a moment before finding the source of this ghostly magic based on the magic rhythm in the air. :

The direction was impartial, pointing right up the hillside on the east side of the swamp.

So a group of six people immediately followed the instructions of the magic rhythm through the thick fog and around the swamp, and sure enough, they found the final destination of the trip in front of them:

It was a dark old church built on the hillside.

The entire church presents a gloomy and towering Gothic appearance, which is very characteristic of the early empire. However, unlike the remaining ancient imperial churches in the Imperial Capital and Rock Creek City, this building built by the ancient Bodhisattva Cultists uses pure black strange stones throughout the body. In addition, there are no painted windows on the church walls, so From the outside, the entire building looks more like a dark and gloomy mountain tower than a church.

"The entire Hesse quagmire's ghostly magic comes from this church!" Master Molière exclaimed, "Look, the bricks that make up the walls of this church must have been affected by the ghostly magic for a long time. Dip dyeing, and then it becomes pure black!"

Xia Houyan couldn't help but glance at Clement behind him:

The ghostly magic power in this area seems to have a bad taste in dyeing things black...

"The church door seems to be, ah, blocked." Eldridge pointed to the wooden door on the front of the church:

The towering oak door has grown dark and twisted lines due to the influence of the ghostly magic, which is terrifying. In front of the oak door, tangled thorns completely blocked everyone's way in. These thorns were as half-dead as the local plants, but they looked quite tough.

Eldridge grumbled and drew out the Dark Sword, intending to split the thorns, but was stopped by Master Molière with a smile.

I saw the leader of the Lianhualing mage standing in front of the thorn bush, calmly opening his hands, and chanting a few simple and profound syllables of the ancient Aeolian magic text.

Suddenly, a blazing fire suddenly emerged from mid-air, and then suddenly rushed towards the bushes blocking the door of the church.

Almost instantly, large groups of thorns turned into ashes in the fire, revealing the blocked entrance to the church.

Master Laurie and Xia Houyan immediately recognized that this was clearly the famous professional-level magic spell "Miami Heat Bombing" in fire magic! However, to control the effectiveness of the flames so perfectly, and to burn away the thorns without destroying the church door at all, perhaps only Master Molière, a genuine mid-level magician, can do it!

While Xia Houyan applauded Master Molière's performance, his gaze towards Master Laurie also turned into a look reserved for trash:

Fire magic is indeed the king sitting at the forefront of all elemental magics. This extremely powerful destructive power can not only kill enemies on the battlefield, but is also useful in life. It is a good hand in smelting metals and clearing obstacles;

On the other hand, Victor Lowry, a junior wind magician, has no use other than being a human air conditioner.

Being despised for no reason by the lord, Master Laurie looked aggrieved.

Seeing that the obstacle had been cleared, Eldridge cheered, shouted "OPEN THE GATE" and kicked open the door.

After the loud noise, the door opened, revealing the dark interior of the church.

Master Molière cautiously stood in front of the Lord and summoned a lighting fireball. Everyone used the light of the flames to carefully look into the church:

Different from the reverse church built by Isa Sandria in the imperial capital, this stronghold of the Burial Cult in the Hesse Mire looks no different from an ordinary church at first glance: rows of wooden chairs for believers to sit on during worship. , most of them are in decay, but you can still see a little bit of what they were like back then; the podium at the end of the church hall is entirely made of stone, but it still remains intact.

Since this church has no windows, there are blocks of lighting crystals embedded on the four walls inside: However, probably due to the limited funds of the Bo Burial Sect at that time, these lighting crystals should not be good goods. Most of them have exhausted their magic power, leaving only There are a limited number of them below, emitting a shimmering light like stars.

Just like the situation in the quagmire, the entire church was quiet and lifeless, and it was obvious that no one was active here.

There was only an extremely strong ghostly magic power flowing out from inside the church.

Eldridge, the only ordinary person present who was not blessed by elemental power, almost suffocated under the impact of this ghostly magic. Fortunately, Master Lowry put a magic shield on him in time.

"There should be no one here." Master Laurie looked into the church mischievously, "Go in and see if there are any good treasures?"

——Xiahou Daguan came here for archeology to study the problem of the God of Death in Haiwen Continent, and the two magicians obviously had an occupational disease and wanted to see if there were any ancient magic props or items left in these ancient magic relics. It's the notes of predecessors.

After everyone waited for a while and confirmed that there was no movement in the church, they entered the church under the leadership of Master Molière.

Perhaps due to the humid air in the swamp, there is also a shallow layer of water on the marble tile floor in the church. As the members of the archaeological team stepped on the ground, the sound of wet footsteps echoed between the high walls of the church.

To Xia Houyan's surprise, there were no ominous objects such as skeletons and corpses as expected in the church. There were only utensils, utensils and books scattered on the floor. The paper and wooden parts were rotten, and the metal parts were rotten. Some were lying quietly on the floor in pools of water.

"It looks like this church has been abandoned. These are the chaos left behind when the people in the church evacuated." Master Molière smacked his lips, squatted down, and picked up the cowhide cover of a certain book, " Well, the publication date written on this book is December of the 600th year of the imperial calendar."

"That was four hundred years ago!" Alice said in surprise.

Xia Houyan said dullly:

"That was the time during the first war between humans and orcs, when the City of Thorns fell and was incorporated into the federal territory. This church is located just north of the City of Thorns. It must have been when the war was intense. The Bo Burial believers here saw that the situation was not good, and with a soft heart Withdrawn."

"Maybe the Bo Burial Sect in our imperial capital moved here!" Master Laurie laughed.

Master Molière said somewhat confusingly:

"But what's going on with the ghostly magic in the air here? It must have been after the Bo Burial Cultists escaped that this ghost place became like this..."

Xia Houyan knew what Master Molière meant:

With the current concentration of ghost magic power in the Hesse Mire, even lower-level magicians cannot bear it, let alone the group of Bodhisattva believers who are mostly composed of ordinary people!

In any case, when the Death Church was still operating normally, there was absolutely no way there would be such a lethal amount of ghostly magic around the Hesse Mire. All the strange phenomena nearby probably only appeared in the four hundred years after the Bo Burial Cultists left.

"Boss, look what good stuff I found!" Eldridge shouted while standing in front of the podium.

Xia Houyan heard the sound and walked quickly.

In front of Eldridge, there was no holy book placed on the marble podium with a skull and sickle pattern carved out of it, but a rectangular white stone slab.

On the stone slab, there is a short line of ancient imperial inscriptions clearly etched with magical power:

"I am the main priest. I cannot protect the body of the main god, and I cannot protect the lives of the followers. I can only die in front of the main god. September 2nd, 600th year of the Imperial Calendar."

Beneath the stone slab, the minaret was splashed with dark red spots, and at the foot of the minaret lay a dagger and the only dead person in the whole church: a pile of people wrapped in black robes. Bones.

Master Laurie and others finished reading the inscriptions on the stone slab and sighed:

"It seems that the person who died was the leader of the Bo Burial Sect who led this church back then! It should be that after the other believers withdrew, this guy was unwilling to leave, so he took his own life here."

While the others were filled with emotion, Xia Houyan was chewing on the words on the stone slab:

"The superiors cannot protect the remnant body of the main god, and the subordinates cannot protect the lives of the followers... The superiors cannot protect the remnant body of the main god..."

Broken body? What remains?

Xia Houyan suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Under the stars and moon of Rock Creek City, a dark dead man's leg appeared in his mind.

"I feel like I know where the ghostly magic power here comes from..." He took a deep breath, calmed down and asked Master Molière:

"Master, can you find the source of the magic in the air?"

Master Molière nodded, recited an ancient magic incantation in his mouth, walked in four directions, walked around for a few times under the stupid gazes of Master Lowry and Eldridge, and finally stopped behind the church's podium. of a location. “The magic power comes from here, from the ground through the stone tiles.” Master Molière said proudly.

Xia Houyan glanced at Master Molière gratefully, then gave his useless chief mage a sharp look, and then walked up to Master Molière.

The place where the master stood was an ordinary-looking marble floor tile.

"Is the magic power coming from here?" Xia Houyan asked, "Are you sure?"

"I confirm..." Master Molière knelt down and looked at the floor tile carefully, frowning, "However, there is no sign of any magic mechanism here. Even if there is space under the floor tile, there is currently no sign of it. See what opens the way to enter..."

As Master Molière spoke, he recited several more magic spells used to detect the mechanism, but the magic glow disappeared in a flash and had no effect.

Xia Houyan could only look at Master Molière helplessly and think of a way:

Although he has a large amount of magic power and the ability to release undead curses at a super level due to the gift of the Lord of Hell, his own magic level is actually still an intermediate magician. Fine tasks such as detecting magic power and cracking mechanisms are considered a level one. Neither.

However, Master Molière seemed to have no clue.

The mid-level magister squatted on the marble tiles and studied for half an hour. He even recited "There is one thing to say, Simon Adrian is a handsome guy" several times as suggested by the lord, but he still couldn't let this man do it. Any changes to the stone bricks.

Only an endless stream of ghostly magic power continued to pour out from under the stone bricks.

After seeing what happened, even Master Lowry couldn't bear it and joined Master Molière's research team. However, as soon as Master Lowry released two magics, he was dismissed by Master Molière as "too poor and interfering with thinking." ” was kicked aside.

Master Lowry cursed and stepped away.

Xia Houyan watched Master Moliere working hard, but he was bored and could only look around in the church.

However, as time went by, he suddenly had a little...

...a strange feeling.

Ever since this group of people entered the door, the flow of magic in the air of the entire church seemed to have undergone some subtle changes. At first, this change was extremely subtle and almost undetectable, but now, Xia Houyan can clearly feel that the ghostly magic in the air seems to be gathering in a specific direction...

Almost at the same time that Xia Houyan noticed something strange, Master Laurie and Master Molière also raised their heads at the same time.

The three magicians, two old and one young, almost unanimously followed the direction where the magic power was gathered and looked towards——

The skeletal corpse at the foot of the mule.

No, at this moment it is difficult to tell whether it is a corpse or a pile of bones...

Under the influence of the netherworld's magic power, the robe on the ground had floated up without anyone noticing. Under the robe, countless bones were rubbing and assembling together, emitting a harsh creaking sound. ,

"Boss! Danger!" Eldridge shouted, but his words were instantly drowned out by a sharp explosion.

The hood of the black robe floating in the air fell down, revealing a skull covered with plaque and corrosion marks on the head; and below the skull, other white bones had completely formed the shape of the human body, supporting the black body. The robe stood on the ground.

The leader of the Bo Burial Sect who died four hundred years ago "stands" in front of everyone again - but in the form of a skeleton.

Two gray ghost fires suddenly rose from the empty eye sockets of the skeleton.

"Be careful!" Master Molière and Alice took a step forward at the same time, standing between the Lord and the skeleton.

Master Molière secretly complained in his heart, blaming himself for being too careless: The Netherworld magic here is so strong that it is more than enough to resurrect ten giant dragons, let alone a skeleton! After arriving in such a dangerous place of the dead, the first thing that should be done is to destroy all the bones and corpses, all the dead objects that may be controlled by the magic of the netherworld!

The only thing that made Master Molière feel at ease was that the skeleton just stood there quietly and did not attack anyone in Frost Maple Ridge.

If the Lord is really injured here, or even burps here, Master Molière doesn't know how he can go back and explain to his brothers!

However, Xia Houyan, who was facing the skeleton, was not as nervous as Master Molière.

The long-term experience of dealing with necromancy has allowed this guy to develop a spirit of revolutionary optimism that is not afraid of anything. No matter what ghosts, skeletons or zombies he sees, he will treat them as if he were choosing a concubine in heaven and earth.

Therefore, the Xiahou official just looked at the skeleton in front of him with great interest.

After the body was assembled, the whole body of the skeleton was filled with gray, almost solid ghost magic. The skeleton was silent for a moment, his empty eyes scanning the faces of everyone in the church, and finally resting on Xia Houyan's face again.

——Even a skeleton that has been dead for four hundred years can easily recognize the leadership temperament in the Duke of Frost Maple Ridge.

"I am... the Bodhisattva Cult... the Lord of the Death Council... the King of the Mourners... Endric Thanatos..." The skeleton opened its mouth and made an ethereal voice relying on the stimulation of the netherworld's magic power, " What is the purpose of this person... disturbing my sleep..."

"Fuck you!" The impatient Master Molière obviously had no fondness for a skeleton. As soon as he raised his hand, he hit the skeleton with a mentor-level magic "Mayday Magic Fire Sonic Boom".

Then, a scene that stunned everyone happened.

With just a slight lift of his arm under the skull robe, the magic halo thrown by Master Molière was instantly lost in the roaring wave of Netherworld magic. The Master himself was even affected by Netherworld magic and fell to the ground with a plop.

Alice Comstock whipped out "Light of the Sky" in an instant.

How pitiful it is that Master Molière was a dignified mid-level magician, but he was easily defeated by this skeleton with just one move! How strong will this thing be?

Senior mage? Archmage? ……even?

Alice no longer dared to guess.

The palm of her hand holding the hilt of the "Light of the Sky" trembled slightly for the first time.

However, the skeleton did not continue the pursuit.

While Master Molière climbed up from the ground in great embarrassment, the skeleton had turned its head, stared at Xia Houyan again, and repeated in the same tone:

"I am...Endric Thanatus...Why is this person...disturbing my sleep..."

Xia Houyan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Coming to see the God of Death...no, coming to find...the remains of 'me'."

The will-o'-the-wisps in the skull's eyes flickered.

(End of this chapter)