Dejia, Naluo Mountain, the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Temple.

It's a place where there is no sunlight, and even more so than the demonic plane, which is known as the "Source of Darkness", rejects all light sources. In the air, dense floating gray particles are like curtains, connecting heaven and earth. Starting from the pitch-black humus and going straight to the leaden clouds in the sky, they permeate and envelop everything, forming a polar night that seems to be eternal and unchanging, like the underworld of the present world.

Even the most vicious undead, the most irrational ghost, the most unruly dragon lich, when they set foot in this world, they will become trembling, like the most humble dust, and dare not have any noise and disrespect. Because whoever dares to offend the divine power will end up being bound to the crystal pillar in front of the Holy Spirit Temple, which is 100 meters high, and suffering the scorching fire from the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring day and night, although it will not be liberated for thousands of years.

And apart from the Patriarch of Death, who is the spokesman of the Grim Reaper on Earth, there is no being who has the power to fly over Narakuyama. The Holy Spirit calls this "the humility that must be maintained in the face of holy death" and is strictly observed to this day. Therefore, even the Death Preacher, the head priest of the Holy Spirit Temple, every time he enters and exits Naraku, unless he uses the portal in an emergency, everything else can only go out on foot.

Although such time-consuming, and even seemingly ridiculous rules were repeatedly ridiculed by the Necromancer Alliance, the Holy Spirit Temple still adhered to the most important commandments.

The main hall of the Holy Spirit Temple is located on the highest peak of Mount Naraku, but it is only opened on rare occasions. And every time the hall is opened, there will be a heavy thunderous bell ringing ten times in the sky, resounding throughout the four fields. It can even be heard in the whole of Dejia.

Underneath the main hall is the prayer room of the Patriarch of Death, an ordinary stone house that looks small and cramped, and does not match the identity of its owner.

The stone house is always open.

It can be seen directly from the outside. An old figure bowed with his back to the door and silently prayed to the black reverse cross held aloft on the wall of the room.

All the time, day by day, month by month, year by year...

No one dared to disturb the seemingly untouched back.

Even Jayhuy, or the more mysterious "Holy Son", whenever they came here, they all knelt down outside the stone house and prayed in a low voice.

Of course, every time they respond to them is only dead silence and silence. But each time, the two giants of the Holy Spirit Temple were able to derive some kind of indescribable revelation from this silence.

And that was the answer of the Patriarch of Death.

Today, the Death Preacher is once again outside the stone house, shedding the noble priestly robes he once wore. Instead, he was dressed in a straw coat made of withered rose vines, bare-backed, and looked ashamed.

"Holy Patriarch of Death, though ashamed. But I must give you the deepest repentance. Just the day before yesterday. Our mission to the 'Forest of Embers' to adjudicate the dark heretic Davidson has failed. The fourteenth priest Lloyd, the devout Bloodline believer Marquis Santan, and the executioners of the Inquisition were all destroyed. And the target Davidson not only retreated, but later killed the fleeing Dark Monarch in the ancient elven ruins, and in doing so, he was completely trusted and accepted by the Necromancer Alliance..."

Kneeling on the hard, rough rock, hands prostrate and forehead touching the rock, the Death Preacher spoke in a deep voice.

Because he does not carry any death power to cover his body, when the wind blows with a strong smell of decay between the mountain peaks. Jay Hugh couldn't even stop trembling slightly. It didn't take long for the death preacher to have a dense black spot on his skin. It is gradually spreading and growing, like a rapidly decaying peel.

That is the terrible erosion of the winds of death in the Naraku Mountains.

"In addition, according to the secret information within the Alliance, recently, the necromancers have once again desecrated the majesty of our god and put their dirty hands into the sacred realm of death, deciphering the third-level divine art 'Holy Spirit Aria' of my Holy Spirit Temple. Later, the necromancer copied the shoddy third-level magic and named it 'Davidson's Death Care'. It can be seen that the dark heretic Davidson also played a crucial, even decisive role in this event..."

"So, despite the great failure of losing three important believers, I still think that the previous decision to target Davidson, the dark heresy, was not wrong. Considering the Lotrigo and the Ghost Dragon Messenger who were slain in the Colosseum, just one Davidson has already caused my Holy Spirit Temple to lose five powerhouses. This number is even more than the sum of the last hundred years. Therefore, I still solemnly request that we continue to increase our forces and intelligence investment, and we must eradicate this heresy as soon as possible..."

The mountain wind roared, and the prayers of the death preacher were like ghosts whimpering, intermittent and looming.

But as always, the Patriarch of Death did not give any response to Jahu's confession and prayers, but only looked at the reverse cross in the stone house and prayed his own prayers.

After a long time, as if to get some kind of metaphor, Jayhue slowly got up, bowed deeply to the back of the patriarch, and then retreated silently.

And it wasn't until the Death Preacher walked away that another figure shrouded in a misty gray slowly climbed up the mountain where the stone house was located from the other direction, came to the back of the Death Patriarch, and fell silently...

… A month later, the headquarters of the Necromancer Alliance, the mountainside experimental site of the "Bottomless Deep".

Mrs. Dorothy had just completed her preliminary qualitative and quantitative analysis of the new third-level necromancy "Davidson's Death Care", and was about to submit a magical report detailing the plan to be vigorously promoted within the Alliance's high-ranking mages, when she saw Negusta and Hyjal hurriedly join forces.

"Your Excellency, what's the matter...?" Rarely, the faces of the two poles were full of excitement and excitement, and Dorothy couldn't help but wonder.

"Don't ask. Take me to Davidson. Hyjal shook his hand and interrupted his right-hand man's question.

"Yes!" Not daring to say more, Dorothy immediately took the two to Davidson's laboratory.

"Please come in."

As if waiting, seeing Negusta and Hyjal arrive at the door at the same time, Moriarty smiled and invited them in. Seeing that Hyjal did not object, he let the curious Lady Dorothy stay.

"You said it in your arraignment. Is it true? Before he could sit down, Hyjal asked hurriedly.

"Yes." Without selling it, Moriarty took out a scroll. It was placed on the table.

I saw that the scroll was based on the gradually progressing tricolor of white, gray and black, forming a spiral upward circle on the surface of the scroll. Looking at it for a long time, people unconsciously have the illusion of dizziness. It was as if there was some special power in the spiral coil that could draw people's hearts and minds into it.

And from inside the scroll, a complex energy fluctuation slowly came out.

The people around him were all senior lawyers, and they immediately discerned from them the three powers with completely different attributes, including darkness, necromancy, and elementals, but they were all staggered and formed into a whole. It shows a different kind of magical order of beauty.

But there is no doubt that such a complex structure of the magic scroll should already be a fourth-level category.

"That's it!?"

See the scrolls. Negusta, who has always been calm on weekdays, no longer has the reserve and demeanor of a super strong, so he grabbed it before Hyjal, and immediately leaned out his spiritual power to perceive it carefully.

"Please sit down first."

Glancing at Hyjal, who was a little embarrassed by his slow movements, Moriarty said with a smile. At the same time, a report dozens of pages thick was handed to the other party.

And Dorothy, who was standing next to her, glanced at her covertly. However, I saw that the title of the report was written in bold font:

"On the Analysis of "The Dead Are Speechless" and the Possibility of Large-scale Divine Art Banning

"What!?"

As if struck by lightning in an instant, Dorothy was stunned on the spot, not even hearing Hyjal's soft cough in her ear.

How is it possible, it was only a month, just borrowing the "Dead Without Words" scroll to interpret it once, this Davidson actually created a miracle again, not only deciphering a fourth-level divine art, but also successfully reversely deducing a fourth-level spell that can ban divine magic on a large scale!? Could it be that it is the beloved son of magic and luck together? To be able to do such an incredible thing!?

For a long time, Mrs. Dorothy was immersed in a sense of absurd unreality. It wasn't until Hyjal and Negusta exchanged scrolls and magic reports, respectively. And ask a series of questions to the creator of the new spell.

"According to your theory, 'Silence of the Dead' relies on the combined effect of 'air blockade' in a large area, plus 'infrasonic interference', and 'the power of death to repel the six great forces of nature' to greatly increase the probability of failure of magic summoning, so as to achieve the effect of sealing demons? Can you elaborate on your thinking? After a hurried glance at the report, Negusta summed it up.

"Yes."

Moriarty nodded, but without immediately explaining further, he began to cast a spell in front of the three of them in the most orthodox way to summon the first-level necromancy "Negative Energy Guardian".

Half a minute later, as Moriarty finished holding the spell, a protective ring of negative energy was summoned, encircling the caster.

"As you can see, if you exclude supermagic techniques or other 'spell-casting levers', all magic will involve several basic key elements in the summoning process, including spell holding, mental power to form a spell structure, and connect the source of energy to manifest magic." Moriarty pointed to the gray aperture on his body and said slowly.

"Not bad."

This is the basic theory of all magic, regardless of whether it is necromantic or elemental. All three nodded at the same time in agreement.

"Therefore, the best way to interfere with spellcasting and reduce the success rate of magic is to start from these three aspects."

"Therefore, 'Silence of the Dead' is based on this theory, using the divine power of death to lock the air flow within the range, so that the caster cannot breathe smoothly and hold the spell, at the same time use infrasound waves to interfere with the mage's mental power concentration, and finally use the divine power to disturb and indiscriminately repel and dispel the great power of nature... So that's it..."

The other party's example is very simple, it is only a first-level necromancy, but it touches the crux of the problem at once, and clarifies the core that no one has ever thought of or has not yet thought through.

It turns out that everything is so simple, and if you work together for the three major links of spellcasting, you can naturally achieve the miraculous effect of sealing demons.

"So, do you think that Beamon's 'anti-magic force field' is also the same principle?"

At this time, Dorothy couldn't help but ask. And unconsciously, the high-level necromancer has put himself in a lower position, and it is completely in a tone of asking for advice.

"It's different." Moriarty thought for a moment and shook his head: "Beamon's 'Anti-Magic Force Field' was born from the 'Weak Demon Enchantment', and it was derived from the power of Beamon's War Song. If I were to compare, I would prefer to group this power with the innate anti-demonic attributes of dragons. Even if the former claims to be a charisma bestowed by the god of war, it is actually more of a collective collective wish effect of the race. ”

In the duel with the priestess Catherine Bessa, Moriarty had personally experienced the power of the "Weak Demon Enchantment", and then he also studied a lot, so he naturally analyzed it very clearly.

"I see."

Hearing this explanation, not only Dorothy, but also Negusta and Hyjal nodded repeatedly.

"So, how did you achieve a reverse ban on the arts? And what is the secret of this spell scroll? ”

The question of the magic cracking can be brought up first, and what the two undead are most concerned about is the new magic that has been copied from it. Because a spell that can ban divine magic on a large scale is too important for the Alliance, and can even become a great killer weapon to change the original strategic balance between the Necromancer Alliance and the Holy Spirit Temple. And if the Holy Spirit Temple learns that the Alliance has such a magic that can restrain the use of divine magic, I am afraid that the undead of the Church of the Death will go crazy on the spot, and it is quite possible that even a civil war will break out directly.

Therefore, Negusta has made up his mind that as soon as the new magic is confirmed, he will immediately report it to his teacher, the Lord of Amun, and immediately seal off the entire headquarters of the "Bottomless Spring". If necessary, amnestics are to be administered to all personnel, including Dorothy, to keep this secret to a minimum.

"The ideas are similar."

However, as the initiator, Moriarty seemed to be completely unaware of the growing oppressive force from the Undead Extreme Dao, and instead took the scroll back from Hyjal, and then triggered it virtually.

Immediately, the white, gray and black spirals on the surface of the scroll began to rotate slowly, and at the same time, a special light of three colors shone out from the scroll, intertwining into a strange light and shadow in the laboratory.

"Strictly speaking, this magic has quite a 'limit to use', and I'll explain it one by one."

Against the backdrop of the tricolored light, Moriarty looked unusually serious, as if he was standing on a solemn podium, giving a formal magical report to his colleagues.

Seeing this, the three necromancers also held their breath and listened attentively to each other's explanations.

"In the final analysis, this magic can be divided into three parts: first, the arcane air; second, necromancy; Third, the Dark Enchantment..."

When Moriarty heard the first words, Negusta and the others were already shocked. (To be continued......)