Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

"All these corpses are from the Heavenly Prison!?"

Kane's divine sense swept across the corpses in front of him. He could clearly perceive that the physical strength of these corpses had been tempered to a terrifying level.

As ordinary intelligent creatures, they actually possess strong bodies close to those of low-level orc warriors.

According to the general laws of the undead black magic, the undead knights created can have power dozens of times stronger than their predecessors. The undead created from these corpses,

It can be compared with intermediate to advanced orc warriors or vampire warriors above the earl level.

What is particularly valuable is that the Undead Knights have no fear, no hesitation, never flinch, and never know pain. The lethality they exert far exceeds that of orcs or vampires of the same level.

Kane looked at the corpses on the plain and looked at the warden questioningly.

The plain beneath their feet alone was hundreds of kilometers in size, and was covered with dozens of layers of corpses.

Judging from the density of the corpses before us, there are probably billions of dead bodies buried in this plain alone.

On the Punishment Star, bone plains like this are everywhere.

If the entire Punishment Star is like this...

There are more than trillions of undead creatures being bred on this planet...

Well, according to what the warden said, every few years, people from the Samsara Hall, the Heavenly Works Hall, and the Dark Council would come to purchase large quantities of undead creatures and materials.

This trade, according to the prison, has been going on for hundreds of years.

Even if all the prisoners who died in the Heavenly Prison died suddenly, they would probably not make up even one-third of the corpse plain.

"You slaughtered the natives of this world!"

Kane looked at the warden with a bad expression.

Indeed, his boss is not a kind-hearted person. On the contrary, having been with his boss for many years, Kane knows his boss very well.

The boss will do anything to kill his enemies, even destroying the universe.

But sometimes my boss has a bit of a moral obsession.
Therefore, things like slaughtering innocent people to refine undead creatures are strictly prohibited in the Heavenly Court.

Thinking that the warden in front of him might have violated his boss's orders, Kane's face immediately turned gloomy.

The warden quickly leaned over and gave Kane a respectful smile:

"Your Majesty, I dare not do anything that violates the laws of heaven!

All the corpses you see are sent by the Samsara Palace. Every year, two thousand transport ships are sent by the Samsara Palace, and they are filled with these corpses!
Just two days before you came, more than a hundred transport ships came, loaded with large numbers of dead bodies.

Um, total, what's the total?"

The warden turned around and asked a prison guard.

"Well, after a quick count, the last batch of corpses totaled 270 million."

The tall Transformer had a very respectful smile on his face.

"Why is the Samsara Palace transporting corpses to the Heavenly Prison?"

Kane looked at the warden in surprise.

If these corpses were all sent by the Hall of Reincarnation, Kane would not be surprised even if there were a hundred or a thousand times more.

The Hall of Samsara is connected to hundreds of worlds, and you can collect enough corpses in any one of them.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just in the world of StarCraft, the fighting between the Zerg, Terrans, and Protoss is so exciting.

Among them was the most serious three-party conflict Kane was aware of.

Dozens of planets were massacred, and more than a dozen human fleets were wiped out.

The death toll of the Zerg, Terrans, and Protoss exceeded 100 billion.

If any part of these corpses were transported out, they could be used to flatten a plain.

But why would the Hall of Samsara go to so much trouble to send these corpses here, and then go through so much trouble to "buy" them back?

"This is a great place to raise corpses!"

At this time, Hela said in her somewhat cold and hoarse voice.

Hela waved her hand, and a spell of undead resurrection penetrated into the corpse of a four-armed alien creature.

"Corpse raising ground!"

Kane watched the newly-awakened undead warrior that Hela had awakened demonstrate its power slightly.
With one punch, a crater with a diameter of more than ten meters was created in the ground, which was a bit surprising.

An undead creature that has just been awakened, even if it is awakened by Hela, the Lord of the Underworld herself.

But the power shouldn't be so strong. When Hela cast the Undead Resurrection, he saw clearly that it was just a simple black magic.

Hela was also shocked by the fighting power displayed by this undead creature.
Hela looked at the warden beside her, a smile on her lips.

"These undead look great, I want them all!"

The warden's expression froze when he heard this: "Sir! These undead creatures are stored here by the Hall of Samsara. Without the order of the Hall of Samsara, we have no right to deal with them!"

“I’ll tell the Red Queen,” Hela looked around the endless plain of bones.

"I don't want many of these undead souls, just one third!"

Upon hearing this, the warden forced a wry smile onto his metal face:
"If the Samsara Palace agrees, I naturally have no objection!"

As a lower-level institution of the Heavenly Court, the Tianyu Department naturally cannot be compared with departments such as the Tiangong Department, Tianyi Department, Dou Department, Lei Department, Huo Department, Shui Department, and Cai Department, let alone the core departments such as the Samsara Palace.

Even though Tianyu seems to have a lot of income, it sells steel soldiers, various minerals, and surrogate undead creatures.

But in fact, all these revenues were taken directly by the Finance Department of Heaven.

As for what they received, they received salary from the Heavenly Court plus performance bonus.

Of course, the salary in heaven is good, and the bonuses are also high enough.

Apart from being a bit boring, the Heavenly Prison is a pretty good job.

For the Cybertronians, boring is only relative to prosperous places like the Hall of Samsara.

After all, after hundreds of years of operation, the universe where the Celestial Prison is located has become another home for Cybertron.

Hela's identity is no secret in the Heavenly Palace. As for the Palace of Samsara, it is not something that their Cybertron clan can afford to provoke.

Seeing that it was a fight between gods, the warden stood aside obediently, shut his mouth, and looked at Emperor Kane beside him as if asking for help.

Kane narrowed his eyes and his nose twitched slightly. At this moment, the wind of the entire planet seemed to have turned into his wind-mediated sentinel.

Kane stretched out his hand and caught a wisp of wind in his hand.

He twisted it gently.
"Such a strong evil spirit. I see. The evil spirit from the backlash of the blood sacrifice curse is used to raise corpses. The function of these forty-nine planets is not to face the outside world, but to seal the evil spirit that escapes from the punishment planet to prevent it from spreading and affecting the surrounding star fields..."

Kane glanced at the warden and the Transformers behind him with understanding.

“No wonder these mechanical life forms are in charge of the Heavenly Prison. The evil spirit of this punishment planet is so heavy that even ordinary True Immortals cannot withstand the erosion of the evil spirit. Even with the help of spirit stones, practicing here will be twice the result with half the effort!”

…………In the next few days, all the jailers and iron soldiers in the Heavenly Prison were extremely busy.

In order to save time, the warden even transferred millions of Cybertronians from other planets to help.

Hundreds of millions of prisoners were packed into standard containers on spacecraft, released by the warships, and then gathered on mushroom-shaped stone pillar altars.

Then one after another, the iron soldiers stepped forward, grabbed the prisoners one by one, and cut their throats like killing chickens.

Blood gushed out, splashing onto the ground above the altar, which was covered with curses.

Those curses were like a long-dried desert that devoured the prisoners' blood and souls.

All that was left on the altar were mummies that would crumble to pieces if squeezed.

As these spell runes absorbed enough blood and souls, they lit up one by one, and dark red magic lights began to shoot out from the altar...

In a short while, the entire Punishment Star was enveloped by dark red magic light.
Forty-nine satellites projected down their star power that had been accumulated for hundreds of years without any cost.

The entire Punishment Star's magic array was also operating at full capacity at this time.

The altar, carved with countless ancient witchcraft characters, is one hundred miles in radius, twelve miles high, and has a total of nine floors.

As these offerings arrived, green magic flames began to burn everywhere on the altar.

These green and blue devil flames were formed from the resentment of the prisoners who died tragically on the altar.

The overwhelming heat waves of demonic flames spread everywhere, and even those Transformers with iron bodies did not dare to approach the demonic flames.

An iron soldier just accidentally got a little closer to a ball of magic flame.

One of his little fingers slightly touched a wisp of demonic flame, and a large ball of flame immediately swept over his whole body, burning him like a piece of firewood.
In a moment, this steel soldier made of a special alloy was burned into a puff of green smoke.

The devilish flames burned, and the flames transformed from resentment and hatred began to attract the rolling negative energy and gather on the altar under the operation of the altar's formation.

Just as the universe has both positive and negative sides, so does aura.

In the center of the altar, in a huge dark hall, a ball of blood light was suspended.

The bloody light flickered and flickered with faces.

Zhu Jiuyin, Dijiang, Gonggong, Zhurong, Houtu, Shebishi...

Flashing in the blood were the true faces of the twelve ancient witches of Tang and Song.

It was just a flash of blood-red light, and it didn't seem like a physical entity.

Kane and Hela stood silently in the darkness, watching the 49 Taoist masters dressed in black robes standing neatly around the altar.

These old Taoists were holding strange-shaped long swords made of bones, with wisps of black smoke curling around them.

Forty-nine white bone swords were swung, and forty-nine black air was projected from the surrounding altars.

Falling into the blood light, the blood light suddenly became brighter.

These old Taoists were muttering to themselves, but what they were reciting were not Taoist mantras or Buddhist scriptures, but low and obscure witchcraft spells.

These black lights are also formed by the resentment and hatred of the prisoners...

Hatred is sometimes a force, and an extremely powerful force.

Circles of black light wrapped around countless complicated spells, enveloping the entire ball of blood light.
The entire Punishment Star was suddenly covered with dark clouds.
A lot of negative energy was attracted to the altar.
The whole sky was filled with gloomy winds and dark clouds.

These negative energies do not only come from this universe, but also from the surrounding universes, and even the negative energies in the chaotic sea are drawn here.

Powerful negative spiritual energy rolled in from all directions in the sky, mixed with rolling evil spirits, and rushed into the ball of blood.

Kane seized the opportunity and took out the high-necked jade bottle made of white jade in his hand.

When the talisman paper pasted on the high-necked jade bottle was torn open, countless evil ghosts, fierce ghosts, vicious ghosts, black-hearted ghosts, unjustly dead ghosts, etc., which gathered all the evil and fierce spirits in the world, jumped out from it.

Before these evil spirits and ghosts could wake up from the joy of regaining their freedom,

Gray-white soul-guiding banners appeared around the altar, waving up and down.

All of a sudden, all the evil spirits and ghosts were sucked into the center of the altar, and for a moment, the murderous aura filled the sky.

These evil spirits and ghosts, along with the black light and devilish flames, were swallowed up by the blood light.

In the blood light was a huge vortex with a diameter of hundreds of miles.

Twelve tall illusory figures stood in the vortex.

As the powerful and pure negative energy mixed with countless evil spirits and resentments poured into the vortex.

The rotating vortex is like a huge centrifuge, separating certain substances.

Part of it was the pure energy drawn by the resentment and evil spirits of hundreds of billions of dead souls and was swallowed up by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

After devouring these sacrifices, the power of the twelve ancestor witches' shadows surged at the same time.

The power enhanced by each ancestor witch is roughly equivalent to the magic power obtained by a golden immortal after ten thousand years of hard practice.

Blood sacrifice, a word that sounds extremely barbaric and bloody.

But it was because of the blood sacrifice that those "witches" dominated the world of Jambu for an entire kalpa.

This is the confidence that allowed the ancient witch clan to run rampant and even dominate the earth and compete with the heaven.

The stronger the sacrifice, the more power feedback you will get, which was originally done in pursuit of even more powerful power.

The witches traveled through the land and mountains of the Yama world, hunting powerful "demons" and even ancient gods, using them as sacrifices to complete blood sacrifices.

While gaining great power, this behavior of making too many enemies also laid the groundwork for the witch's decline.

After absorbing the benefits brought by the blood sacrifice, the next step is naturally to eliminate the negative consequences.

For the twelve ancient witch ancestors who are well versed in the ancient witchcraft, this kind of thing is already a piece of cake and they are already familiar with it.

The phantoms of the twelve ancient witches chanted the difficult-to-pronounce ancient witch spell at the same time.

It was a spell from the ancient witch lineage, passed down deep in their blood.

The witch spell sounded, and the vortex at this moment was like a furnace.

Mix and stir all the remaining resentment, evil, hatred, and curses...
And he began to use some vicious spells from ancient witchcraft to transform the nature of these low-level resentments and evil curses.

These things, along with the spells of the twelve witch ancestors, solidified into ancient and mysterious runes...

…………

In the center of the altar, there is a fist-sized umbrella-shaped mushroom that looks like it was carved from ruby.

As the blood-colored light ball opened up, a number of ancient dark blue witch characters flew out from the blood-colored vortex. After spinning around, they landed on the mushroom and sank into its cap and handle...

One, two, three, four, five, six... a total of forty-nine ancient witch characters.
All of them were submerged in the ruby ​​mushroom.

(End of this chapter)