Reckless jungle, moon hanging in the treetops. A group of four adventurous people braved the odds and took advantage of the moonlight to navigate the forest.

In charge of clearing the way was a burly barbarian in chain leaf armor, surrounded by high-speed air currents at all times, and the double-edged battle axe, which drove the blade to oscillate at high frequency, would open a straight and wide avenue with every slash. The deep-rooted trees and tenacious vines were more vulnerable to his strength and axe blade than the weeds under the sickle.

"Damn, are you sure you're not going down the wrong path?" complained one of the thieves who followed him, usually with a chain dart in his hand, nailing to death one poisonous snake after another poisonous spider along the way.

Including the new enchanted battle axes in the hands of barbarians, and chain darts, which wear elastic thin chains or steel wires, which can be instantly retracted by the mechanism in the sleeve after being issued, or use thin chains and steel wires to kill opponents and set traps, but they have only begun to become popular among adventurers in recent years. Ever since a miraculous team of brave men wiped out Andalia entrenched in Canduras, caught up with and successfully killed the Dreadlord Diablo in the Mogauin Desert with lightning speed, and then organized a luxurious alliance of Eastern and Western Continents in less than a month to completely raze the Supreme Council of Sakaram, which was controlled by the hated demon god Mephisto, many new equipment, weapons, and martial arts began to spread from them.

"Be patient, it should be around here......" Following the two of them, a magician wearing a piece of armor that was not metallic, but looked like a combination of many small inflatable air bags, was carefully looking at a magic map, and as the magic power entered, the map was constantly "refreshing". Clearly display everything within a radius of miles. A few hundred meters above their heads, followed by a Kongming lantern-like flying object with hot steam burning at the bottom. From time to time, a dazzling bright light flashes away, instantly "taking pictures" of the surrounding terrain.

New Alchemy Artifacts with New Combat Concepts. As a result, there are countless new and useful magic, and the magic flying objects and accompanying magic maps hanging above their heads are also such a new detection method.

"Please, can you change the new word, you've been repeating this for almost a day!" At the back of the line, an archer grumbled as he watched the sky warily, ready to intercept any threat to the flying object.

"In the bushes one hundred and seventy feet in that direction, there are more than a dozen 'white bone dwarves' and two 'bush monsters'. The magician's face flushed. Changing the subject, he pointed in the direction with his staff, and a feathered arrow immediately shot over, bringing out a series of bursting sparks.

The barbarian warrior stepped out of the mud and rushed silently with his double-edged tomahawk, followed by the crackling of bones and wood.

"There are already 'white bone dwarves' infested, and there should be the 'skinning cellar' we are looking for nearby!" everyone perked up and immediately hurried to follow.

Soon, the entrance to a pitch-black tomb strewn with broken bones and black-brown putrefaction was revealed. The broken and rude stone carvings reveal wildness and mystery.

The dwarven natives who have lived in the primeval jungles and swamps of the Eastern Continent for many years have the custom of mass burial, and their short lifespans are often less than twenty years, when a medium-sized tribe has lived in a certain area for more than a hundred years. There is always a catacombs left with tens of thousands of dwarf bones. Because this kind of tomb is also a temple for them to worship their ancestral spirits, and their way of worship is often to capture prey, including hostile tribes and humans, and to skin and sprinkle blood alive in the tomb. Such indigenous burial mounds are also often referred to as skinning cellars.

It is worth mentioning. Due to their almost paranoid desire for the integrity of their prey's skin, they are accustomed to raising some kind of giant spider. Set traps by wrapping spider silk around your prey, or blow out small stingers with blow arrows to ensure that your prey has no visible external injuries. After that, they will have the spider inject digestive juice to soften the bones of the prey, and then drive the bush monster to crush the bones and internal organs of the prey before pulling them out of their mouths. After obtaining the intact skin, they will use special gums, mineral salts, herbal medicines and other means to repeatedly soak the prey skin sac to make it full of elasticity and toughness, and keep it intact permanently. It is only because they believe that by doing so, the soul of their prey will be imprisoned and enslaved forever. With their small stature, they burrow into the skin of their prey, and with their unique sorcery, they can be transformed into such prey temporarily.

After a long period of worship, the ancestral spirits in the tombs will naturally give birth to spirits, which can awaken the bones of the dwarves and allow them to capture their prey for skin and blood sacrifices—if the offerings of the living dwarves are not satisfied, they may even become the target of hunting. Therefore, when the scale of the skinning cellars in an area has grown to a certain extent, these indigenous tribes often have to move to other places, which is equivalent to making way for the living for the dead. During the period when Mephisto's power corroded and ravaged the Eastern Continent, the demonized ancestral spirits and bone dwarves were even ten times larger than the living indigenous dwarves, becoming the right-hand men of the demon gods.

Due to the vast primeval jungle and swamp area of the Eastern Continent, the terrain is so complex that it is daunting, even after the fall of Mephisto, few adventurers are willing to go deep into the jungle to eradicate these demonized dwarf tribes and demonized skinning cellars one by one. Of course, the key is also because these tribes and cellars really don't have anything worth fighting for, except for a batch of beast skins that may be more valuable, and there is a big gap between risk and benefit. If it is a human aristocratic tomb with abundant funerary goods, even if it is remote and dangerous, there are many adventurers who covet it.

However, during this time, hundreds of teams of adventurers roamed the jungle like locusts, frantically searching for hidden skinning cellars based on some information, whether true or false. Now this adventure team is also part of it.

Before entering the pitch-black tomb in front of him, there was an incomparably corrupt and evil aura rushing to his face, choking people who couldn't breathe.

"Put on a breathing mask. The magician quickly said after retracting the flying machine in the sky.

"Do you really want to go deep into the cellar?

The magician shook his head in denial: "No, according to the group of people who play with bones, this level of undead death. The 'Nether Scroll' is difficult to activate smoothly, and the closer it is to the 'Ancestral Spirit'. The better!"

"It's rare to find such one, try to make a big vote!" the barbarian shouted in a rough voice, already wearing a special metal mask. Relying on a metal pipe to connect the fresh air stored in the storage bag to breathe, another horse took the lead into the tomb, and the figure was immediately swallowed by the darkness.

The four of them cooperated tacitly and moved forward, and the rough native traps and scattered bone dwarves along the way were all solved by them cleanly, and soon they had reached the core of the cave.

"Oh, that's a really big vote...... As big as ...... We may not be able to eat ......."

The first to notice that it was the archer with the best eyesight, saw a spacious cave in front of him, and his head was covered with spider silk. Countless birds, beasts, and human skins hang on it, fluttering in the wind, and the lifelike and hollow and distorted faces are particularly permeating. At the bottom of the cave, there is a hundred-foot-square earth and stone altar, dozens of steps, each step is full of dense caves, and there is a dwarf skeleton in none of the caves.

At the top of the stairs lay a dwarven skeleton, draped in an ornate and grotesque witch robes stitched together with the skins of many different species. On the top of his head, he wears a crown made of antlers and eagle feathers, which is taller than his stature, and on his neck hangs at least a dozen necklaces made of colorful insect shells and agate materials, which makes people worry about whether they will crush the dry cervical vertebrae. In his hand he held a wooden staff with strings of animal teeth and snake bones.

"It's the 'Ancestral Spirit'!"

This kind of formation is definitely a tomb that can only be left by a large dwarven tribe with nearly 10,000 people who have lived in this place for more than two hundred years, and it is definitely not something that an adventure team that has barely passed the elite level can eat. However, realizing that the situation was not good, the adventuring team had no time to quit. It was only because the ancestral spirits had turned the skull to where they were, and the wooden staff was pointing at them. There was also a sharp roar that penetrated deep into the soul.

Even with the targeted defensive equipment, the four of them were still stunned and distracted. When he came back to his senses, he found that his eyes were full of white forests. The earth and stone altar was already like an ant's nest in a fryer, and tens of thousands of white-boned dwarves swarmed out, with the high-pitched screams of the undead to the flesh and blood, or rushed towards them like a tide, or climbed along the stone wall, and jumped into the hanging skins through their mouths, and then these skins regained their vitality and turned into birds, beasts, and humans who were alive and bone-covered again. The raging undead, the terrifying screams, set off a cold and evil howling ice wind in the deep cavern!

The barbarians let out a fierce and fearless battle cry to suppress the screams of the undead, and slashed their double-edged battle axes like windmills, smashing and parrying the overwhelming blow-gun arrows while slicing through the walls of the surrounding caves, throwing falling boulders at each other. Each boulder rolls and crushes many bone dwarves while creating roadblocks for each other. The archers shot a series of arrows with a new explosive potion, each of which blew up at least a dozen bone dwarves and resurrection skins, but could only slightly curb the opponent's momentum.

"Use magic quickly, quickly!" The thief also immediately activated the enchantment effect on the tight leather armor, only to see that the leather armor quickly shrank, making his torso and limbs thin and long like a snake, but because of the ample storage space reserved inside, it did not cause pressure on his body, so as to greatly reduce the attack area and air resistance when moving, so that he could brave the rain of arrows, come and go freely to cut off the cervical vertebrae of the white bone dwarves who broke through the defense line one by one, and ensure that the magicians at the back can use magic smoothly without interference. In the current situation, the magician's magic has become their only chance to escape.

"Dead or alive, it's all counting on this......" The magician was also pale, knowing very well in his heart that in this situation, even if he had infinite magic power, it would be useless, and he was about to put his hand into the storage bag, grabbed the life-saving straw of hope in his hand, and quickly injected the activation magic power, and threw it at the ancestral spirit with all his strength!

It was a scroll.

It's not the red identification scroll that adventurers always have, or the blue teleportation scroll that is expensive but allows people to escape in a crisis, but a dark green scroll.

A dark green scroll, pushed by the mage's weak arm, drew a brief arc in the air with the last ray of hope for the four people. Fall into the midst of the raging tide of bone dwarves.

The reel unfolds, and a suspended aperture is immediately raised. Similar in appearance to the Spatial Door after the Teleportation Scroll is activated, but not blue. Rather, it presents a deep, serene darkness. When the four adventurers set their eyes on the aperture, they were all in a trance, only to feel that there was infinite attraction magic in the black aperture, and they faintly felt the urge to plunge into it and obtain eternal peace.

If the four adventurers were only slightly impulsive, then for the bone dwarves around them, it was an irresistible temptation. I saw that the white-boned dwarves who were originally fierce and always wailed against the flesh and blood of the living, also cast their dull gazes on the pitch-black aperture at this moment. The movement slowed down, uncontrollably and slowly toward the aperture. The nearly 100 white-bone dwarves closest to the aperture had already fallen, and wisps of faint green light floated up from their bones and fell into the aperture.

The ancestral spirit once again let out a high-pitched, sharp, lifeless and ominous hiss, and many white bone dwarves seemed to have been awakened, and launched a new attack on the four adventurers, but their movements were extremely slow, and their eyes couldn't help but look at the pitch-black aperture. Once you look at it, you don't get carried away without being deeply immersed in it, as if the undead's natural thirst for fresh flesh is far from being comparable.

"Good chance, let's fight!" the four adventurers who had survived the desperate situation were greatly refreshed. Taking advantage of the fact that a group of white-bone dwarves did not pay attention to them at all, and the combat strength was not one in ten, they counterattacked in a big way. For a while, the ground was full of bone ballast, the sky was full of bone powder, and countless faint green light spots were like hundreds of birds returning to their nests. Thrown into the pitch-black aperture, it is gone.

The ancestral spirit standing at the top of the altar saw that the situation was not good, and immediately jumped off the altar. Several bone dwarves had already caught it, lifted it up and rushed towards the four adventurers. At the same time that the distance between the two sides is rapidly decreasing. The ancestral spirit skeleton opened its mouth, and a pale undead flame as thick as a dragon rushed straight towards the four adventurers with an incomparably cold and mighty force, burning the four of them for a while. In the face of the High Undead Flame with the effect of "Magic Drain", the lightning shield held up by the mage disintegrated in less than five seconds.

The larger the tribe, the stronger the ancestral spirit that has been sacrificed for a long time, and the ancestral spirit of this level, the adventurer team that lacks a master to sit in the first place cannot be provoked. In desperation, the magician could only pin his hopes on the pitch-black aperture again, and shouted: "Hide behind the aperture!"

Sure enough, as soon as the flame of the undead burned to the pitch-black aperture, it disappeared, as if it had been swallowed all at once, and triggered another effect.

In front of the eyes of the four of them, they saw a long river rushing out of the dark aperture, the river was illusory and cold, clear and deep, exuding eternal purity, carefree and joyless, and death is eternal sleep.

The flame of the undead burning in the mouth and eye sockets of the ancestral spirit that bore the brunt of the brunt was extinguished on the spot under the washing of the river, and the whole body was completely stunned and frozen, and on its side, a large group of white bone dwarves scattered into a pile of white bones like a pile of sand washed by the sea.

The magician hiding behind the pitch-black aperture took advantage of the momentum to send out a thunderbolt that completely exploded the ancestral spirit that was temporarily incapacitated. A pale ancestral spirit phantom then appeared, letting out an unwilling roar, but it was pulled into the pitch-black circle by several illusory chains.

As soon as the ancestral spirit is gone, the remaining white bone dwarves who have been lured under the pitch-black aperture are no longer a problem, and all the four adventurers need to do is to lure the distant white-bone dwarves to the vicinity of the pitch-black aperture, and then the barbarians will smash the skeletons of some diehards who can still resist, and wait for their souls to be automatically sucked into the aperture. There are also dozens of large spiders that are not affected by the aperture, but this group of archers and thieves is enough to deal with easily.

Half an hour later, as the pitch-black aperture slowly faded, leaving only a completely lifeless mountain of bones in its place. In addition to the rotten and damp smell that the tomb should have, all the cold and evil necromantic aura has been swept away.

"Win!" the barbarian sat down on the pile of bones, stared blankly at the thousands of intact skins hanging above his head, and let out a smirk: "And he has made a fortune!"

After all, there are a lot of them, whether they are used to make leather products or animal specimens, some of the skins of magical beasts may also be used to make enchanted leather armor, and the funeral goods of the ancestors are also valuable items containing magical powers, for a small adventuring team, this is already a big pie falling from the sky.

"This group of bones players really didn't lie to me, this 'Nether Scroll' can really kill the undead below the legendary level......" muttered to the magician, picking up scrapped scroll fragments from the pile of bones. After just one glance, he shouted excitedly. Hands and dances.

"What's wrong with you?" asked the thief curiously.

"This stall is definitely a big deal!" the magician, who suppressed his excitement, declared loudly, "The more undead the 'Nether Scroll' will destroy." The higher the level, the more points will be displayed! The points on this are fifty-three points, and according to the fifteen points exchanged for one 'Nether Scroll', we can use this to exchange three 'Nether Scrolls' for free to the Necromantic Guild, or other magic items of equivalent value!"

"This deal deserves a few more votes!" the thief jumped up, "There must still be a 'skinning cellar' in this area, wait to exchange the scrolls and find it again!"

The archer poured cold water and said: "It's just 'Legendary Kill', be careful when you encounter a legendary-level ancestral spirit!"

The thief immediately sneered: "What are you kidding, unless the dwarven tribe of more than 100,000 people has been sacrificing for thousands of years. Otherwise, how could a legendary-level ancestral spirit be born so easily?"

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In an empty, secluded, and unreal and hazy space, Saito stood with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at a pitch-black space door that opened in front of him, and countless points of light representing the soul fire were swarming in from outside the door, and they were all thrown into the six roulette wheels behind Saito's body, and every moment, there were countless soul imprints that had faded away the acquired impurities and returned to the Heavenly Dao cycle.

Among the many soul fires, there is also a particularly strong soul that is bound by illusory chains. Although he continued to struggle and scream, he was still pulled over involuntarily.

Looking at this soul carefully, Saito nodded and said, "It turned out to be a spirit of faith that could not ignite the divine fire, and even the most superficial godhead was not condensed and formed. After losing the sacrifices of mortals, he can only barely continue his immortality by constantly taking the life and soul power of living beings. ”

"For the sake of their own survival, they do not hesitate to enslave the undead, hunt the living and even their own kind. This kind of filthy immortality is a blasphemy and sin against the living and the undead!" answered the black-robed Necromantic Guild Master Otava. The illusory chains that bound the ancestral spirit were held in his hand, and his other hand. But he held a pitch-black scythe.

"In the name of Otawa, I use the authority of the judgment of life and death to cleanse you of your sins, cut off the source of your decay and depravity, and restore you to your original colors and return to the natural cycle. After saying this, Otava's scythe slashed out, and countless images escaped from the ancestral spirits along the trajectory of the scythe—from birth, growth, coming-of-age rituals, inheriting the shamanic position of the tribe under the favor of the ancestors, the bones being worshipped as ancestral spirits after death, the terrible howls of countless blood sacrifices and prey, the emptiness and decay after the loss of faith, and the call and resonance from hell...... It was a mass of spirits mixed with the power of faith and blood sacrifices, and some of the spirits that had been corrupted by the source energy of hell, and there was a little soul fire that was no different from ordinary indigenous dwarves, and it fell into the six roulette wheels behind Saito.

As for the part of the spirits that were cut down, they fell directly into the endless Santu River beneath the six roulettes, and the blood sacrifice resentment and chaotic hellish evil energy washed away in the river, merging into a tributary filled with sulfur, blood, and the stench of decay. Immediately afterward, a short samurai with pale features burning with pale flames walked out of Santu Hanoi, but he was a ghost pawn controlled by the rules of Hades.

Relying on the Shinto knowledge and route guidance provided by Saitoichi, Otava has condensed his own divinity and authority, and the chain and scythe are the embodiment of authority. For this reason, he has even given up his life to assume the priesthood of Hades in the state of his soul.

In front of the two of them, one by one, large or small pitch-black auras opened from time to time, and each time they opened, it meant that there were new undead on the opposite side who were led to this undead space with the cooperation of adventurers, making this newly born underworld grow and expand at a rapid speed.

In the past, due to the lack of a reincarnation mechanism that helped many undead spirits quickly return to the Heavenly Dao cycle, coupled with the widespread sacrifice and burial customs between indigenous tribes and nations, there were many undead souls hidden underground and in various dark corners throughout the dark world. Except for some of these necromancers, who automatically disappeared and returned to nature over a long period of time, and a very small number of them were sublimated into the Holy Spirit by the Holy Light and returned to heaven, more than half of them were polluted by the power of darkness during every hell invasion, thus becoming accomplices of demon gods and demon kings, and finally falling into hell. So in the consistent concept of sanctuary humans, the undead are evil and terrifying. It's completely the same as the hellish monsters. Even the group of necromancers who communicate and summon the undead have to endure the suspicion, rejection and even hatred of the world.

But for now. There is already an opportunity to reverse the situation. The prototype of the sanctuary world Hades, when the Middle-earth team first entered the dark world. The Necromantic Guild led by Otava was initially established under the guidance of Saitoichi, and spent a lot of effort and resources to further improve it in a few years. And when Saitoichi, who comprehended the deeper and more complete rules of the underworld and carried a model of the underworld, entered the dark world again, the construction and operation of this underworld finally got on the fast track, and the scope of influence became more and more huge, and it showed an incomparable attraction and deterrent power to the undead.

This otherworldly underworld is based on the rules of the underworld that Saito Ichito comprehended, but many of the details of its operation are the magic system of the dark world, among which the "Netherworld Scroll" is a modified "Teleportation Scroll" Hades Gate Opening Item.

Driven by the lucrative rewards and potentially lucrative benefits released by the Necronomicon Guild, many teams of adventurers carry the "Netherworld Scrolls" purchased from the Necronomic Guild. Like a hound with a keen sense of smell, it searches for one undead colony. And when they activate the scroll, a spatial door that leads to the new Hades will open. The fragrance of a large number of flowers in the underworld and the water of Lethe condensed by the pure netherworld qi are extremely tempting for the undead, enough to make ordinary undead who have no independent intelligence to speak of take the initiative to vote for it, and it can also have a great charm effect on elite-level undead with a certain amount of intelligence.

In order to reduce the difficulty of crafting and the consumption of resources, this kind of space gate can only accommodate the shuttle of spirits and cannot allow entities to pass through, so skeletons and zombies often need to let adventurers use their hands to defeat the body to release the soul. As for the powerful undead of the master level or even the legend level, if necessary, neither Saito nor Otava would mind directly moving through the space gate.

Just as when the road of heaven is not endless, the disciples of the Taoist sect walk among the people. Even if you encounter a powerful ghost zombie, as long as you have a talisman, you can invite the impermanence projection, and easily clean up the opponent whose strength was enough to kill you in seconds. Adventurers who now hold the "Nether Scroll". Undoubtedly, this treatment is also enjoyed.

Although this can also be said to be a frenzy of crazy tomb robbery and destruction of historical sites, it will inevitably attract criticism and criticism from countless historians in the future. However, compared to the great cause of building a place where the undead belong to the shelter and the place where the cycle of life and death are reincarnated, it is necessary to prevent the undead in the shelter from being used by the demon gods and demon kings again. These costs are completely negligible. Just as in the era of the mighty Great Revolution, how many people will pay attention to the personal and property rights and interests of those nobles, slave owners, and landlords who have been swept into the dustbin of history?

"The next hell invasion. The undead will no longer be vassals of hell, but will be a reliable army against evil! The attitude towards the undead and death is no longer merely fear and rejection. It's about respect and understanding. Looking at the countless soul fires in front of him like a shower of stars, and countless ghosts of the underworld condensed by stripped soul impurities were born from the Santu River, Otava was relieved and full of emotion.

"The next invasion, but only knowing how to be beaten passively is not what we should advocate!" Saito shook his head with a smile when he heard this, and set his eyes on the most filthy and turbulent tributary of the Santu River, "When the Hades are completely stabilized, we will start preparing for a counterattack and lay a solid base in hell!"

"What?" Although he had enough confidence in the Hades he had created, when he suddenly heard this, Otava still had the illusion of being in a trance.

"Counterattack Hell ...... This is feasible and necessary!" A voice suddenly came from the sky, "The long river of evil traits that you have peeled off from above your souls will naturally be attracted to hell, and when the strength is accumulated to a certain extent, it will break through the spatial barrier between the shelter and hell!

The eternal sound of vicissitudes of life is like the sound of heaven, like the song of all things, indifferent, cold, and with an incomparably grand and mysterious information that ordinary people's divine consciousness cannot bear or understand.

The sky of Hades is an endless starry sky, and every bit of stars contains all kinds of flowing scenes. The imprints left by billions of living beings in the long river of time and space reflect an infinite number of stars, either too brilliant to be seen directly, or so dim that they are almost annihilated!

The life trajectory and the line of fate of these hundreds of millions of living beings together form a line that runs through the infinite void, and it is so long that you can't see the beginning and the end. A huge dragon made up of billions of stars!

Void Poison Dragon Tagio - a mysterious guardian spirit born with the birth of the Sanctuary World - the projection incarnation of the time of the Sanctuary World - the embodiment of the rules of time and space in the Sanctuary. Now that the great being has finally officially responded to Saito and Otava, this also represents what they have done. It has initially attracted the attention and recognition of the Heavenly Dao rules of this world.

In the face of the dragon of hundreds of millions of stars, Saito is right. He solemnly bowed: "I am willing to open up eternal peace for this realm, set up reincarnation to ferry all the dead in the shelter to return to natural reincarnation, and may the fate of all beings in the shelter be in the hands of all beings in this realm forever, no matter heaven or hell, they cannot be committed!

After a moment of silence, the Void Poison Dragon Tagao asked in a loud voice, "What is your position and plan in the face of heaven and hell?"

on this. Otawofo replied heartily: "I wish the spirits of Heaven to be free, and I am willing to set rules for the demons of Hell!

All along, hell is chaos, and heaven is order, yet it is a sanctuary created by a group of mutineers from hell and heaven. It is the first split between heaven and hell. What Saito and Otava are saying now is that they have strengthened their line and determination to continue to divide Heaven and Hell, which is also the intention and purpose of the original establishment of the Sanctuary.

After hearing the response of the two, he saw that the form of the Void Poison Dragon Tagio immediately disappeared among the billions of stars. Only a starry sky was left illuminating a piece of underworld. Countless soul imprints in reincarnation are illuminated and guarded by a starlight that belongs to them, and the soul is immortal, immortal, and immortal!

At the same time, both Saito and Otava could instinctively feel it. The space of the underworld in front of me is spreading and expanding endlessly in all directions, and the sky is widening. The ground is thickening, and its influence has reached the point where it covers almost the entire sanctuary world. This also means that the Netherworld Scroll can be opened anywhere in the Sanctuary. are able to work normally.

Saito smiled happily, all this showed that the Hades Mansion, which he and the Necromantic Guild had painstakingly managed, had obtained the initial approval and cooperation of the Origin of the Sanctuary World, but all this was still just the beginning, and there were still many things he needed to do.

"It's a pity that there is still a shortage of manpower, and the various powers of the underworld still need more gods of the underworld to maintain ......" Thinking about various follow-up plans in his heart, Saito said to himself unconsciously.

"It's a pity that the Necronomicon Guild lacks legendary mages......" In this regard, Otava also has some regrets, although there are many ghosts in the underworld today, but they are actually just puppets, and those who really hold the power of the underworld still have to be strong, conscious, and intelligent souls. He is the only legendary mage in the Necromancer Guild, and as for the legendary ranks of other professions, he may not be able to fully accept the concept of Hades, and even give up his life to take charge of Hades.

"There should be a group of people who should be very suitable!" Saito suddenly reminded: "For example, the group of Herandi mages led by Tarasya, who sealed Bal! Legend has it that in addition to Talasha's own body as a container for sealing Bal's soul stone, there are six other legendary mages who did not hesitate to transform themselves into undead corpse witches, and together they established seven mage tombs to protect the seal forever. With their powerful souls and self-sacrificing consciousness, they are undoubtedly very suitable for being named the gods of the underworld!"

"What?" Otava was taken aback when he heard this, "Not to mention that the Warlock Canyon, where the seven ancient tombs are located, has been stripped from the sanctuary world by the Heramdi mages and the Herasen of the Fisgeri sect, and has become a plane independent of the sanctuary and cannot be entered. Even if they can enter, what will happen to Baal's seal without those Heramdi mages?"

"Don't worry, like Diablo and Mephisto, we have a better plan to dispose of Baal's soul stone!" Saito smiled indifferently at this, compared to the incomparable headache of humans in the dark world to dispose of soul stones, the reincarnation seems to be extremely relaxed, as long as it is brought to the main god space, let the main god automatically erase the will of the demon god, and then vacate a room for the reincarnation team, throw the soul stone into the room, and then close the door to perfectly prevent the demon god's energy from eroding the soul, and concretize problems such as fear and hatred. Each room in the main god space is an independent world after the door is closed, and it has nothing to do with the outside world, whether it is doing nuclear explosion experiments or imprisoning and training demon gods.

"As for the method of entering the Warlock's Canyon and the Ancient Tomb, I think it's almost cracked by now......"

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"The principle of the Heradic cube was originally based on the parallel space superposition technology!"

Chu Xuan's hand flipped over a metal cube the size of a human head, and there were countless intricate and mysterious runes on the surface of the cube, among which three vertical faces could be opened, that is, there were three openings.

And the magic is that when you open one side and stuff it with objects, you open the other side and you will find that all the things you have stuffed in before are gone, and you can put another batch of objects in it. In other words, each of the three sides of a block corresponds to a separate space inside the block. However, this block can do much more than just place things three times the size of a cube!

"Three blocks of internal space, corresponding to three parallel spaces!"

"After putting the objects into a parallel space, close the block, and then start its function, three parallel spaces will drive the objects in the space to be superimposed together, and the 'merger' will be realized from the higher dimension!"

While Chu Xuan spoke, he took out three red gems and put them into the block from three different sides, and then turned the magic pattern mechanism on the block, and after a strange spatial ripple emanated from the block, he opened the block again, and saw that the three red gems had disappeared, replaced by a larger and more brilliant ruby.

"This is the principle of merging low-level magic gems into high-level magic gems, and only this high-dimensional merger can achieve the perfect fusion of the material structure of magic gems, as well as the upgrading and qualitative change of energy density...... However, due to technical limitations, only magic gems of the same attribute and quality can be perfectly merged. Otherwise, it is likely to cause the material structure of the merged object to collapse or even explode! However, in some cases, the merger of three heterogeneous materials may make it possible to synthesize some valuable materials with unique functions. The Hlamanti School of Magic, which produced the Heradic Block, should have a series of item merge test data and the resulting merge formula......"

Previously, in the Dark Mission, the Middle-earth team was unable to obtain the Heradic Cube before the end of the mission due to time constraints and the collapse of the Temple of Death that stored the Heradic Cube. However, Chu Xuan's series of arrangements in the dark world still played their due role, and as the Temple of Death was excavated and cleaned up in a controlled and orderly manner, this supreme alchemical work of the former Hradim School finally fell into Chu Xuan's hands. As soon as the cube arrived, he immediately carried out research and experiments around the cube.

At that time, under the unprecedented pressure of the three major demon gods personally entering the battle and invading the shelter and the imminent fall of the shelter, the Hradim School can be said to be the convergence of most mage schools and wizard clans on the entire continent. If the Fessgeri faction, led by the Herathon brothers, is the highest-end representative of the magic school under the support of hell, the Hradim school is another glory under the support of heaven. It's a pity that both of them have been wiped out in the long river of history due to the respective ambitions and struggles of hell and heaven, and their various works have become superb artifacts that the world cannot copy, or even understand.

"Whether it's the Heradim faction or the Fessgeri faction, their magical knowledge must be obtained!" After completing a series of experiments, Chu Xuan reluctantly put down the Heradic cube, the cold light of the glasses reflecting the cube on the bridge of his nose, and said categorically!

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In a remote church, Zheng Zha and Zhan Lan stood side by side, quietly looking out of the church. A burly figure in a thick linen hood, hiding his face in the shadows, was slowly approaching from outside the church.

"Long time no see, Lord Tyrrell. Facing the comer, Zheng Zhe took the initiative to step forward and beckon, "As agreed before, we have completely eliminated the soul stones of Diablo and Mephisto, please also keep your promise and hand over Baal's soul stones to us as well, so that the Hradim mages who sacrificed their lives to seal Baal can be freed!"

Hearing this, the visitor suddenly raised his head, revealing a regular plane composed of light and harmonics under the hood, and the majestic and square holy light overflowed. (To be continued.) )