Old days in the box

Chapter 367 Unknown Visitor from Another World

"Are these realm cracks again?" Zhou Xiao made a confused voice in front of the screen, looking at another crack appearing in the window.

This crack in the realm is almost identical to the one that appeared in the desert of the Nile Continent. Both were caused by unknown black flames that penetrated the barrier between the realms, eroded into reality like cancer, and opened a tunnel in space.

Previously, I thought that the one that appeared in the desert was the first invasion from Jotunheim, but now it seems that the invasion of the atrium has already begun.

Taiyin walked into it and stared at the crack that was constantly exuding erosion and death, his face becoming more solemn.

"What is this?" The death knights stopped.

"What the benefactor warned me about came from the rift in the kingdom of giants."

Taiyin raised his hand, summoning the soul of the ruler who had just died, and stood in front of his loyal Blood Emperor again in the form of a ghost.

"As you will, my king." The ghost spoke, a toneless and honest answer coming from his empty features.

"When did this crack start to appear?"

But now he couldn't get a specific and effective answer from this dead soul.

"As ordered."

This time the ghost didn't blurt out his answer. Instead, he hovered in place for a long time, fear reflected in his empty eyes.

The ghost's answer did not mention the emergence of the cold wave or the brutal invasion of the Frost Giants. Instead, it mentioned the ambiguous word "visitor", which made Zhou Xiao even more confused.

"So what do they look like?"

"...That face cannot be described in words."

The souls of the dead cannot lie, which means that these so-called "visitors from another world" have extraordinary abilities that can blind them to the truth they see.

The ghost's voice fell silent again, and Taiyin loosened the shackles of the dead soul with doubts on his face, and turned to face the stagnant crack in the realm.

"After the cold wave ends and the new blazing sun rises again."

His sword edge is a combination of part of the power of death and various powers of death given by the sons of the past. Those who die under his sword should be permanently transformed by the frozen black mist and become his most loyal undead vampires. That's right.

"Where are these visitors now?" Tain continued to ask.

"What impact did it have after it appeared? Did any enemies infiltrate into the atrium?"

It seems that although these cracks appear in various parts of the atrium at the same time, their respective operating mechanisms are obviously not exactly the same.

“Who are these visitors and where do they come from?”

"I do not know."

"So an enemy from outside the territory secretly invaded here, and deliberately spread doctrines that blasphemed our faith, trying to secretly control the atrium?" the death knight asked.

"Visitors from other worlds spread here with their pseudo-Japanese beliefs, and no one can refuse them."

"Leave and continue to bring their pseudo-Sunday teachings to the Nibelung tribe and the River Witch tribe."

"Who are these visitors and where do they come from?" Tain repeated his question.

"There is no better explanation at the moment. Send people to track down the whereabouts of these visitors from outside the territory. Don't miss any route." Taiyin turned to wave his hand, and the black mist rose with his will. "Also, expand the search area. Look for any cracks like this to exist."

And this further proves that these cracks are not randomly generated, but are manipulated by someone behind the scenes.

The frozen black mist spread out, bringing with it the death knights and a group of new second- and third-generation undead vampires, following their king's orders, they began to search the area that had been reduced to black mist.

Taiyin continued to stay in place, freezing the area with the icy black mist he controlled, and keeping the crack as cold as possible.

Based on previous experience, as long as these cracks are not stimulated, theoretically they should not trigger any particularly serious reactions.

Ice gradually covered this simple castle until everything here was frozen and submerged in the frozen black mist.

Taiyin walked out of the castle and looked towards the horizon where the sun had completely set. Night is coming, but for them, the battle has just begun.

The endless black mist is spreading from here, until it swallows everything in the Black Tide tribe, turning them all into more loyal members of the vampire clan.

For the indigenous people here, this black mist is a ruthless disaster and a curse that can transform life and death.

But in fact, it is not just erosion that spreads mindlessly, it is an extension of Taiyin's will. As his doubtful emotions continue to surge to further areas, he is searching for traces of those so-called "visitors from another world" .

He felt something was wrong, especially after seeing this crack in the realm.

When he first set foot on this continent, he had already felt that there was more than one complex force entrenched here, and he also heard the mocking voice coming from the depths of the continent.

But now, after seeing this crack in the realm, he was even more sure that something else existed here.

"Send an ultimatum to the next tribe and tell them that they have one hour to decide how to accept the gift of the past - whether in their original form or as a vampire."

Countless vampires spread out from here, and while opening up the horizons of the entire Black Tide Tribe, they also began to move towards the neighboring River Witch Tribe.

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At the same time, within the River Witch tribe on the other side.

The terrifying icy black mist surged on the other side of the river bend, never crossing the river to this side.

However, several warriors from the Black Tide Tribe ran out of the fog one after another. They crossed the river with scars all over their bodies and stumbled to the border of the River Witch Tribe.

The young shamans on this side of the river bend are all helpless. They are just believers in Hela, the goddess of death. They spend their whole lives preparing for death and have no way to deal with this situation that requires healing.

"Your great shaman needs to know what's going on here... hurry up, there's no time..."

The Kuroshio tribe warriors lying in their arms died one by one. They were all wearing neat armor, and no wear and tear could be seen from beginning to end. However, their bodies under the armor were riddled with holes, making the young shamans unable to Imagine what could have caused the damage.

But the other side of the river bend has been completely shrouded in thick ice-covered black fog. The faint sounds of fighting and screaming lasted for about several hours. They all knew in their hearts that the old faith, which had been waiting at sea for three days, had landed ashore. .

At this moment, a passage was opened in the bone-chilling black fog, and a cavalry stepped on the ground and galloped out of the thick fog, stopping on the other side of the river across from the River Witch Tribe.

This is a royal cavalry that seems to be fully prepared for war, and also like an elite hunter accompanying the king, full of high fighting spirit and unyielding loyalty.

But the young shamans on the river bend side couldn't cheer for them, because this was not a normal cavalry, but a group of skeleton knights burning with blue will-o'-wisps.

Their leader, a death knight riding a huge dragon-shaped skeleton, was opening his blood-red eyes and looking across, until he landed on one of the young shamans.

These aborigines who were born and raised in the River Witch Tribe didn't know what dinosaurs were, but the bones of these ancient beasts with blue flames burning all over their bodies were enough to make them feel the trembling from their souls.

The death knight showed a terrifying smile, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through his soul:
"According to the order of Tai Yin, the divinely chosen champion of the old Holy See, the Blood Emperor, I have come here specifically to announce an ultimatum to your tribe: you have one hour to decide whether to leave the city and accept surrender, and accept the embrace of the old faith, or , and are our enemies.”

The frozen black mist was just like what these death knights said. It was all stagnant on the other side of the river bend and had not yet crossed the river to rush towards them.

But now they know it's only a matter of time.

The young river witch shamans were so frightened that their legs weakened and they slumped on the ground and became weak. One of the young men reluctantly got up and tried several times before he stood up again. He immediately ran back.

The old beliefs have really gone to war here. They have brought an army of undead and have destroyed the existence of the entire Kuroshio tribe.

But now there is only one hour left for them.

He was eager to bring this news to their chiefs and great shamans, hoping that they would make a decision that would be beneficial to all his people.

Although they also believe in the doctrine about hypocrisy, but now that the army is approaching the city, many things should have room for discussion.

He ran through the jungle on the side of the river bend and ran towards the walled city with deep fear.

But just as he was about to run back to the walled city, a woman's shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

(End of this chapter)