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Towering above the silver dome, the pupil-like glow of the holy light was even more magnificent and divine in the sunlight. On a balcony of the Dome Convent, a middle-aged nun in a purple monastic robe looked up into the sun, a look of surprise and confusion.

"The Evil Cave has been ruined, and it has been ruined completely, otherwise the hellish aura of this land could not have decayed so quickly!" muttered the nun, and although her countenance was of only the upper middle, and not stunning, the sun shining on her unpaved face glowed with a warm and holy radiance. However, her eyes were a little dull in the sunlight, and she was obviously blind.

A crystal ball the size of a human head suddenly floated into the air from the nun's hand, and as the crystal ball began to fill with white light, her eyes also glowed with a divine brilliance without any variegation, making her look more like a blind person born with white eyes.

This is the most striking feature of the "Blind Eye", the Blind Sisters and the leader of the Rog camp, Akara.

As a church founded under the guidance of Itherae1, the Angel of Destiny, the Sisters of the Blind are best at not fighting, but discerning, perceiving, and prophesiing (although the former two can also be used in a bow and arrow to form a powerful fighting force). Now Akara is about to use this power to gain insight into the truth about the destruction of the evil cave.

Countless images flickered inside the crystal ball, but no one but Akara himself could know what was reflected in the crystal ball.

Cheers and chatters continued to hear from outside the convent, and after months of being shrouded in the horrors of hell, there was a rare dawn for the people who had been in fear for a long time. Although the dawn of the sky was soon dimmed by the resurgence of the breath of hell, the pervasive haze and oppressive dead air were noticeably lighter than before. This qiē really lifted the spirits of the ordinary people of Rog's camp, because it meant that the savior who could fight and even defeat the forces of hell had begun to come to this troubled land.

However, the noise was only heard from afar, and it was still quite a distance away from the convent, and the solemn religious atmosphere here made everyone consciously remain silent, and did not dare to make the slightest noise within a hundred meters of the convent.

Akara remained calm until the crystal ball and the light in his eyes faded. Slowly raising his head, he projected the crystal ball in the air to create a small map of the wasteland, and in the corner of the map, he could clearly see a blood-colored fog accompanied by countless red dots the size of ants surging in.

This is a natural replenishment from other contaminated areas after the extreme depletion of the infernal power in this area, as well as a group of wandering monsters that follow the flow of the infernal aura. However, in a short period of time, it has been difficult for the hellish power in this area to recover to its original form. And that's just the surface. And the hellish dead air underground, the loss of Cheng dù is even more amazing.

Pointing to a location on the map, Akara instructed a female archer with a ponytail, a one-piece chain mail, and a long fiery red cloak waiting for her, "Kasha, you immediately lead your team to the Blood Wasteland, and prepare to meet and escort the heroes who destroyed the evil caves. ”

Kashya's style is crisp and neat. After bowing down and answering the order, he immediately turned around, but Akara immediately added: "By the way, by the way, I would like to inform the mercenary group and adventurers in the Rog camp: due to the large depletion of the infernal aura, within half a day, the level of the monsters in the Blood Wasteland will generally drop by about one order (level twenty), so if you want to kill the monsters, go as soon as possible!"

At this time, the rough and loud shouts of the barbarians gathering their comrades began to be heard outside the convent. Like a flash in the pan, the morning light is slight and soft. But when it falls on the bodies of some adventurers, it seems to have become needles one after another, stabbing people painfully and stabbing people to their senses. It makes people want to fight, they want to vent, they want to live.

In a humble tavern in Camp Rog, a pair of dexterous hands pluck beautiful, spiritual notes on a harp. But as the sunlight began to shine through the tavern windows on the ground, the rallying cry of Rog's archers sounded outside the tavern. The black girl who played the harp also stopped playing and put down the harp. A longbow and a staff were taken from under the wine table.

Whether it is to use a bow or cast spells, it is inseparable from ten dexterous fingers, and this girl seems to be a magic archer who combines spells and bows.

"Uncle Kane, I'm going!"

The old man, whom she called Uncle Kane, was thin, dark-skinned, white, and wrinkled. The clothes are sloppy and sloppy, and there are a lot of ink stains, which looks quite obscene. But he has a broad and full forehead that symbolizes "extreme intelligence", and his eyes are exceptionally clear. It is not the innocent and flawless clarity of a child, but the kind of clarification that contains endless wisdom and insight into the world.

The old man put down the pen he was writing and sighed, "It's best to be careful, although the hellish aura of the Scarlet Wasteland has dropped significantly, but just like when the tide recedes, there will be waves that wash down the scavengers from time to time. ”

As he spoke, the old man handed over a blue scroll, "If it's not right, move the teleportation scroll immediately, don't hesitate to go, you must know that many high-level demons have the magic of imprisoning teleportation." ”

"Thank you, uncle, I'll be careful. The black-eyed and yellow-skinned girl nodded, took the teleportation scroll, and then turned and walked out of the tavern.

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In one corner of the camp of Rog, there is a tall tower of about four or five stories made of gray rock, whose gray and dull appearance contrasts with the glorious convent of the Holy Light. Black smoke suddenly billowed from the top of the tower, and it looked like a large crematorium.

As in the convent, the tower remained silent, but it was clearly not because of religious solemnity, but because of a daunting death.

A group of poor people in ragged clothes pushed a small wooden cart and struggled their way down the potholed muddy path to the tower, their legs splashed with mud. Although the goods on the car were covered with burlap, as the bumps still hung down from time to time one or two pale arms or legs, attracting more and more flies to follow all the way, and it was obvious that the car was full of corpses.

The tower had a blue-black gate, but it had no brilliance or any artistic decoration, just a rough and monotonous combination of simple magic arrays. In the center of the magic array, a faint cyan flame flickered, like a silent epitaph.

The grunt, heavy door opened. Two pale young men dressed in black robes walked out of it with a pungent smell of potion. Even the flies that had always adorned the corpses were smoked away, but the two seemed to be accustomed to it.

Seeing the people coming out of the tower, the poor people's faces began to show a hint of cringe, and they retreated from the carts, waiting for the two to begin to examine the corpses on the cart like cargo.

"Nineteen bodies, six of them adults. One of them had a fractured right arm, five were children, eight were elderly, and three of them died within two days, with a total price of ...... Sixty-three copper coins!"

The currency of this world is basically based on the algorithm of one gold, ten silver, and one thousand copper. In normal times, when it comes to purchasing power, a copper coin would buy enough black bread to fill a family's stomach, but in the years of this demonic sadism, the price of food has doubled or tripled.

Several of the poor people in the cart were clearly not satisfied with the price, but they did not dare to bargain. After one of the black-robed men paid them, the other black-robed man waved a bone staff. Under the command of the staff. The corpses on the cart staggered out of each of them, and walked into the tower with a sluggish movement.

The poor people who got the money counted the money and walked back, while also whispering, "With so little money, it is better to eat it yourself." And so on. These people's complaints are not just words, and with the continued scarcity of food, cannibalism is not common, but it is not impossible, if it were not for the strong binding force of religious beliefs. It may already be a common phenomenon.

"Wait a minute!" the black-robed man with the bone staff suddenly shouted, and several paups trembled and turned around.

"He's not dead, he's just fainted, get him away!" said the black-robed man, pointing to the only "corpse" still lying still in the car, although this person's face was as pale as a dead corpse, but after all, there was still a gossamer-like breath. Naturally, the living will not respond to the call of undead magic.

The black-robed man then beckoned again: "If you want to treat him well, the treatment fee is ......."

The poor man who pushed the cart didn't say a word, turned around and pushed the cart and left, lest the other party ask him to return the money because he was missing a corpse, and it was naturally not in their consideration what to treat. Although this world has all kinds of abnormal and powerful healing magic or potions. But the poor undoubtedly cannot afford it.

And on their way back, three or four carts full of corpses came bumpy along the way.

The space inside the tower is much larger than it looks from the outside, and it seems that it is the result of using some kind of spell to expand the space. Corpses of various types are displayed throughout it, as well as countless organs soaked in glass bottles. Parchments, crucibles, test tubes, and various magical instruments were piled up on the table in different categories.

Dozens of zombies are fixed to a large wheel, constantly striding forward, driving a wooden conveyor belt full of corpses forward. Hundreds of black-robed people were busy around the conveyor belt, dissecting and dividing the corpses on the conveyor belt, and soaking various organs and tissues into different potions for further processing. The waste residue, which has been screened once, is finally transferred to an incinerator for incineration. The whole process is like a modern assembly line.

Although there were corpses everywhere, the environment was not dirty, and the air did not appear to be muddy, and several transparent wind elements with a hazy appearance walked around the house, constantly sucking in all kinds of dust and dirt, and then sending them out of the window in turn, like automatic air cleaners.

On the upper floor of the "corpse disposal workshop", there is suddenly a "warehouse", in which nearly 1,000 unique corpses are stored. The corpses stood silently in a neat line like a group of soldiers waiting to be reviewed. They resemble skeletons with unusually thick bones and a rather stocky skeleton, but their local joint structure is very different from that of ordinary skeletons, appearing more solid and flexible, and can perform various anti-joint movements. The bones were unusually dense, solid, and even iron-blue, as if they were not bones, but some kind of humanoid machine. And those bones are wrapped in an unusually strong layer of muscle. It's like a strong, burly Hercules who has been stripped naked, eviscerated, and then created a terrifying corpse with a muscular skeleton!

The corpses appeared unusually "clean". The structure is well-proportioned and rigorous, not only does it not emit any ** or bloody smell, but also thirty percent of the corpses have been wrapped and protected by a pair of bone armor, which no longer looks like corpses, but more like the kind of exoskeleton machine like "Robocop".

An old man in a gray-and-white robe carefully examined the corpses in a neat line one by one, his expression serious, rigorous and meticulous, and finally nodded with satisfaction. He sighed again: "I didn't expect the 'Evil Cave' to be destroyed so quickly, but it made these 'Bone Golems' and 'Bone Battle Armor' that were finally completed lose an excellent opportunity to display." ”

The old man who spoke only made people feel "old" in temperament, in fact, although he had to be completely white, he was not gray, but shiny silver-white, and there were hardly any wrinkles on his face. It's just that the skin is a little too white, giving people a cold and alien texture that is not like that of mortals. He wore a bundle of bones carved from ivory on his head, and many of the ornaments on his robes had the appearance of a skeletal body, filled with obscure, cold magical fluctuations.

Although the "Cave of Evil" has devoured thousands of stragglers, it is only a nuisance for characters of the level of the elderly, a kind of trouble that can only be solved by making sufficient preparations. In addition, he had only just obtained the "Bone Golem" and "Bone Battle Armor" production method, even though there was a sufficient supply of "materials". It's not so easy to put together a golem corps that can wipe out the "Evil Cave" right away.

I have to say that the "Bone Golem" and the "Bone Armor" are indeed two sets of magic techniques that he admires and wields the art of the undead to the fullest. Different from the ordinary corpse consumables that are randomly resurrected on the battlefield, it has far more combat power than ordinary zombie skeletons, which is difficult to destroy, never tired and never betrays. They can continuously absorb the energy of the ghosts of death on the battlefield to gain long-lasting combat continuation ability and spell casting ability, and can also continue to devour other bones to repair and strengthen themselves, which is definitely the nemesis of the undead in the traditional sense. And this is because he has a lot of confusion about the two sets of magic crafts. The inferior imitation that can only be made up for with rich experience is a finished product in the true sense, and the power and function are far more than that.

He was originally planning to use this batch of "Bone Golems" to destroy the "Evil Crypt" before the arrival of the Paladins in Canduras, and in one fell swoop to reverse the negative impression that the world lacks the ability to attack undead magic head-on, and is only suitable for assistance and plotting. But the "Evil Cave" was destroyed ahead of schedule without warning, which has to be said to be a small pity.

"Master Otava, I would like to request a small group of 'Bone Golems' to go to the Scarlet Wilderness to welcome a group of guests. ”

That's when it happened. After a burst of blue light flashed from a short-distance teleportation magic array in the corner of the wall, a sturdy young man wearing bone heavy armor appeared in the teleportation array and made a request to the old man.

"You're welcome, in return for providing drawings and designing the 'assembly line production method'. There is one-fifth of the 'Bone Golem' at your disposal. Otava nodded, and then it dawned on him, "So your people did this. ”

"I just knew that 'they' would arrive at Camp Rog today. The young man replied cautiously, saying that he did not know the details either.

"Obviously, if you want to show strength and goodwill to the people of a strange land, taking out the 'Evil Caves' that pose the most immediate threat here is a fitting way. Otava's tone sounded a little expectant, "Then go ahead, I hope that there are also masters of the undead craft among 'them' who can point out the flaws in my 'work' and answer my questions." ”

"Thank you for your continued care and support, and I will definitely try my best to create an opportunity for you to exchange knowledge with 'them'!" replied the young man sincerely.

Soon, the young man left the tower with a hundred "bone golems" that moved in an unusually uniform manner, like robots, and left the Rog camp and the sanctuary of the Holy Light into the bloody wilderness under the envious and fearful eyes of countless people. His gaze was calm and confident, although he knew that with the strength of a veteran, only a hundred "Bone Golems" might not be taken into the eyes of the other party, but it was undoubtedly enough to initially show his value as a newcomer. In addition, it is also very necessary to take the opportunity to kill a batch of monsters and get some more rewards.

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Shortly after the morning sun rose over the distant horizon, golden light sprinkled the wasteland. But a large mountain range in front of him was always shrouded in an incomparably deep darkness, black sky, black mountains. It makes people unable to distinguish where the sky is and where the clouds are, where the mountains are and where the earth are.

"The whole army is lined up, ready to go!"

Tens of thousands of heavy infantry and knights, armed to the teeth and looking like metal fortresses all over their bodies, converged into a sea of spears and began to march in line on the dark area ahead.

The tens of thousands of troops did not make a sound, only occasionally the sonorous sound of fate sounded in all directions. and the neat steps that shook the earth, like rows of copper walls and iron walls, advancing forward with a crushing momentum, and the whole army converged into a suffocating invisible coercion, which actually caused the darkness ahead to turbulent and retreat.

The army is advancing faster and faster, and it has gradually changed from strides to small steps. Immediately after that, hundreds of round halos bloomed evenly from all corners of the army, emitting a strange light like a bright sea wave, as if layers of sparkling water ripples shrouded the entire army.

This is the "Endurance Aura", which can greatly strengthen everyone's stamina, allowing them to march rapidly for a long time while wearing heavy armor!

If they encounter an opponent, they will also be able to stir up "Fever Aura", "Strength Aura", "Blessing Aura", "Prayer Aura", "Contemplation Aura", "Purification Aura", "Thorn Aura", and "Elemental Resistance Aura" at any time...... The stronger the paladin's aura blessing, the stronger the increase and the wider the coverage. More than a dozen aura effects are stacked and amplified. Enough for a weak rabbit to bite a ferocious wolf, let alone an extremely powerful "elite", "master" or even "legendary" rank professional in his own right?

They are the mainstay of humanity's ability to fight against the forces of hell - the Holy Knights, the Holy Knights of Westmar of the Northern Empire! They had just fought a brutal battle with the invading army of Canduras half a year ago, and they suffered a lot of losses themselves, but now in the face of the fall of Canduras, they still sent reinforcements.

However, after all, the other party is an enemy country that has just met not long ago, so it is appropriate to slow down and let Canduras's strength be consumed more. It's reasonable to buy yourself some more time to prepare. Ordinary paladins may simply fight for justice, for faith, and for blood, but their top brass has to consider some of the dark sides of politics.

If it weren't for the abnormal turmoil and subsidence of the hellish aura in front of them, it showed that the hellish forces had just suffered a heavy blow, and the human side would have paid a lot of price accordingly, it was a good opportunity to send troops, and they might have to delay sending troops for a few more days.

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The blood-colored wasteland suddenly sank into a huge crater with a radius of nearly 100 meters. The area around the crater was full of ditches and craters like rifts, and the ground seemed to be completely turned over. And inside the crater. A qiē hills, trees, rocks, flowers and plants all crushed and collapsed, turning into black-brown quicksand stone powder, the closer to the center, the more obvious the black, and finally because of the high temperature, some obsidian-like things were formed, and there was also a choking black smoke, some of which could also be seen a little bit of the outline of the hands, feet and skull, as if it was a part of the human body.

In the center of the pit, Wang Zong stood silently. The bottomless black aura poured out from all over his body, completely covering up the original texture, brilliance, color, and even vitality of his body...... And then it seems that something unimaginably ugly and vicious will be born out of death and ruin.

Maybe it was a second, maybe it was a snap of a finger, maybe it was a moment, and it was only a very brief moment in the real material world, but he felt as if he had been ossified, corrupted, and assimilated by the ancient chaos darkness for thousands of years. ** Growing old alone in a long time, the spirit is hopeless and withered in the boundless darkness, and the soul is twisted and degraded in the indescribable chaos!

But after all, he still forcibly survived with the incomparable will of Zhenru decisive victory, and the black aura on his whole body began to slowly fade, showing his original momentum and perception.

"Lao Wang, wouldn't it be more dangerous to forcibly absorb this negative energy that contains darkness and evil?"

Qi Tengyi's voice seemed to come from another unfathomable time and space, and the "Xudu" city formed by the combination of countless souls was as if it were nothing, invisibly enveloping and protecting the entire giant pit.

He knew very well that Wang Zong was not dispersing this dark energy that was full of powerful and pure evil aura, but forcibly condensed and suppressed it. Temporarily locked in the body.

"It's really dangerous, but it's still very necessary, as long as I get used to this energy, even if I go to hell, my strength won't be limited in any way!" Wang Zong smiled indifferently, he was also taking precautions. The "Evil Crypt" has made him fully aware of the great bonus to the strength of the demon in the realm of the Hell Lord and the strong environment of hell. If he can't adapt to the power of hell, the "unity of heaven and man" will be subject to a lot of restrictions. But as long as this energy is fully analyzed, adapted, and tamed, it will no longer constitute a limitation.

It is dangerous to forcibly absorb and transform this force full of malice and chaos, but without danger, there is no chance to break through, just like the corpse qi of the zombie king, the corpse blood of Xuan Kui, and the hellfire of the abyss lord. Every time he turned harm into benefit, his strength made a big leap forward.

"Whether you are in the Netherworld, the Shura Demon Domain, or the Heavenly Court Spirit Mountain, the Immeasurable Void, you are all unhindered by yourself, this is the realm of the Great Luo Golden Immortal!" Qi Teng said with a sigh. "Da Luo" means all-encompassing, and the name can be added to the immortal "Da Luo", which means that you can freely travel and store in any corner of the world, without being restricted and affected by any environmental factors.

From a certain Cheng dù to speak. "The unity of heaven and man", which depends on the ability of the environment, is not very suitable for reincarnators who frequently change their own environment and even the world. Perhaps in a world where you are fully familiar with the environment and laws, and the heaven and earth are full of vitality, you can wield the incomparable power of mountains and seas, but in a world where the vitality is poor or even full of harmful energy, and the rules are strange and unfamiliar, it is often difficult to show your strengths. Of course, other systems such as Taoism, magic, and technology also have more or less environmental constraints. In contrast, it is based on itself, and can adjust and evolve at any time to adapt to the new environment, and the "gene lock" is more suitable for reincarnations, enough to become the mainstream system pursued by reincarnations.

However, Wang Zong obviously made full use of this originally unfavorable factor. Promote the transformation and improvement of his own realm, and continue to march to the invincible "Daluo" extreme realm in the heavens and the earth. When Wang Zong was able to come and go freely in the hell of the dark world, it was estimated that Anubis's divine domain would not be able to restrain him either.

"However, I was surprised that a Hell Lord of the 'Corpse Fire' was able to launch such a powerful and pure attack that was so close to the origin of Hell. Recalling the previous devastating blow of the pitch-black giant sword, Wang Zong frowned. If it weren't for the fact that this destructive aura was so close to the source, it wouldn't be of much point in subduing this force, at least not to the point where he could be free from the constraints of the hellish environment.

"Perhaps, this is where this power comes from......"

Suddenly, it appeared. Wang Zong made a move, and a dark red altar carved with a complex magic array was forcibly pulled out of the ground with countless bone residues, breaking through the surface and appearing in front of him.

The altar is non-iron and non-stone, in the shape of a regular pentagonal, nearly a foot in circumference, about a man tall, and its center is concave inward, and there is a certain indescribable color of fire burning in it, but it gives people an incomparably dark and chaotic feeling, which makes this small altar look like a large furnace. A dull sound as far away as if it were near and far echoed in the altar, as terrifying as thousands of slugs crawling.

Once this mysterious altar that was originally buried deep in the ground appeared, the black qi on Wang Zong's body, which had been gradually suppressed, seemed to sense some kind of mysterious will, and immediately roared and stirred, and countless ferocious monster phantoms rushed to emerge, stirring the vortex of the void, and constantly annihilating and regenerating in the chaos, and finally gradually condensed into a pitch-black sword shape.

Even the deep haze and turbidity that surrounded the city of the capital also stirred up a monstrous wave, which shook the city for a while, and the turbidity waves that rushed into the sky turned into a corrosive and decorative rainstorm, causing the appearance of the city to decay and fade.

These negative feelings of resentment, fear, pain, greed, and all kinds of negative emotions and sinful karma that have been filtered and stripped from countless souls are not like industrial wastewater, which can be discharged in a random river. Before communicating with the Santu River to obtain a catharsis channel or completely refining it with the Red Lotus Karma Fire, Qi Tengyi could only forcibly suppress it, and now it was forcibly intensified by an ancient and mysterious will, which was not a big trouble.

The earth, which had just been calm for a short time, shook and roared again, and the morning light in the sky began to appear black stains, and then these stains expanded with an unbelievable degree, and in a short time the morning light was swallowed up. An oppressive and heavy black aura rose overwhelmingly from the northeast direction, and rushed towards it with an unprecedented fierce momentum.

"With such a hasty counter-attack, it seems that this altar is really more important. Wang Zong said indifferently. He was well aware of the fact that the infernal aura of this generation would never recover from the damage and exhaustion in the short term, just as at low tide, even if there were occasional huge waves that would flood the beach, they would come and go as fast as they came, and after all, they could only be used for a while. The rest of the Zhongzhou team is only a few dozen miles away from here, and it doesn't take much effort to rush to help.

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Piles of burning hellfire caused a huge pool of blood to boil, steaming with a rich blood mist full of decay and depravity, and countless twisted souls struggled between the pool of blood and the flames, sighing and "shenyin" one after another. Countless Styx Banshees, with a pair of colorful wings and dressed in bewitching and revealing clothes, flitted up and down with their debauchery and cruelty, whipping and teasing one unfortunate soul after another with their claws and whips in their hands, causing them to cry out a strange mixture of confusion, pain, and pleasure. These evil and beautiful monsters bring eternal abuse and torment, and they are as dark as dark poppies.

Indulgence in suffering, depravity in indulgence, distortion in depravity, and eternal torment and entanglement in distortion form the theme of this scene in front of us.

Above the pool of fire and blood, surrounded by countless Styx Banshees and fallen souls, a giant female demon with bronzed skin and a bewitching body sat on a hideous throne of white bones and let out a high-pitched howl of rage!

"Corpse fire, this waste, the 'hell refining furnace' must not fall into the hands of humans!"

The Banshee of Styx screamed and scattered in a roar like a flock of frightened birds. The fallen souls had a twisted expression of intoxication and pain. Even if it is roaring, the voice of the female demon still has a thrilling, soul-shaking incomparable magic, which is both seductive and torturous!

With a roar, the female demon's head was eerily fiery red, as if a burning flame rose to the sky. Four terrifying poisonous scorpion tails drilled out from her back like pit vipers, connected to the sharp stinging poison sacs, and lit up with a miserable green fluorescent light!

A golden belt inlaid with more than a dozen blue diamonds is tied around the slender neck and delicate collarbone of the female demon, and two nipple nails on top of the two huge fat balls on her chest, which makes people can't help but see a dangerous and forbidden secret from their hearts**.

As if to catharsis, the female demon pulled one of the scorpion tails violently, snapping it off and tearing it off, and then the other hand tore off a prismatic crystal with a pale blue luster from the golden leather chain between the two huge fat balls on her chest.

Two blood-colored teleportation arrays immediately appeared in the void, and the female demon immediately threw the two objects in her hand into a teleportation array.

"Bloodbird, Gracewald, give me any means to kill all the humans who destroyed the evil cave, and recapture the hell furnace!"