In the dark underground "gladiatorial arena" with ethereal ballads faintly flowing, a murmur suddenly sounded,

The voice was low and obscure, like a cold wind echoing in the abyss, sounding not only dull, but also macably.

As a result, the slowly swaying "wind chimes" of the rock dome swayed violently, and the originally ethereal singing in the air became solemn and even high-pitched.

As if ordering Bernie, who was standing on the side of the white sarcophagus, to stop this behavior.

It worked, because immediately after Bernie closed his mouth, not just his mouth, but he closed his eyes as well.

As a result, the fluttering of the "wind chimes" returned to their previous rhythm, and the surrounding singing became peaceful and clear.

It's just that this lull is very short-lived.

When Bernie, who was standing on the side of the sarcophagus, opened his eyes again, and when a large amount of thick black mist suddenly appeared in the simple ritual under his feet, the golden gems like wind chimes in the dome not only shook violently again, but also suddenly bloomed with a large amount of dazzling light!

As soon as this light appeared, it instantly condensed above the black fog like a spotlight.

At the same time, it was extremely restrained from the black mist, and after the initial envelopment, it made the black mist surging in place and unable to spread, and could only accumulate within the scope of the ritual, and even gradually began to squeeze the structure of the ritual itself.

But just as the simple ritual that summoned the black mist was a little shaky, there was a sudden sound from the white sarcophagus adjacent to the ritual, like fingernails scratching the walls.

It was like a flood blocked by a dam that suddenly had a release outlet, and a large amount of mist instantly broke through the barrier of light and surged towards the nearby white sarcophagus!

The chains that were wrapped around the sarcophagus shook violently, and the raised gilded angel reliefs on the surface of the coffin lid also seemed to come to life, and the face and the weapon in hand slowly shifted direction, pointing to the inside of the sarcophagus.

And those golden rays that were originally suppressing the black fog were also immediately separated and shrouded in the sky above the sarcophagus!

The ballad is high-pitched, the golden light is magnificent, and the reliefs and chains constitute an even more deadly divine judgment.

Compared with the existence of their suppression, it seems to have gained the upper hand.

However, if their power was flawless, then Bernie would not be here.

As a result, despite the large amount of fog being blocked, there were still continuous wisps of black mist that penetrated through a crack in the sarcophagus, making the restless sound coming from inside even more obvious.

And the black fog that was blocked outside the sarcophagus had no gaps to drill for a while, but it was also instinctively fighting against the relief on the surface of the sarcophagus and the light outside, or constantly eroding.

As a result, the voices flowing in the surrounding space became more and more harsh, even a little harsh, and the force enveloped was enough to make most of the dark creatures in the world fall to their knees and succumb, or even burn themselves to death!

However, Bernie, who was watching from the sidelines at the moment, was not a dark creature.

He is the one of God.

So these voices have no effect on him.

In contrast, it was the black mist that was summoned that was able to cause damage to his current body.

However, the black mist was suppressed by the golden light and could not spread, and could only surge and rush in a fixed place.

As a result, Bernie was largely unaffected except for the hunting sound of his hair and the linen robes he was wearing, which were hit by the aftermath of energy.

So, after observing the situation for a while, Bernie walked around the sarcophagus and went to the other side.

The passage connected to the world of black fog has been successfully constructed, and the power that has nowhere to vent is rushing out, and the thing in the sarcophagus that wants to climb out is also very cooperative with the binge eating Haisai.

Everything is going well, just wait quietly.

The only thing to be aware of is the dream ritual on the other side, and since the flow here cannot be disturbed, the dream cannot disappear yet.

Bernie turned his attention to the other side of the sarcophagus, ignoring the more turbulent side.

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At the same time, when Bernie called for the black mist, the celestial phenomena in the outside world, which were already strange under the shroud of the blood moon, already seemed even more terrifying.

Dark clouds mixed with the darkness seemed to be a sea of fire slowly gathering from all directions, obscuring the blood-red moon and the stars that were soaked in dark red.

However, many of the species affected by the Blood Moon in the vicinity of the ruins did not return to normal because of this, but instead twisted and shaped in an even more evil direction under the flaming light that swayed from the sky.

A pregnant wild cat in the wilderness suddenly fell to the ground and convulsed and foamed at the mouth, its bulging belly was constantly sharpened by the bumps, and finally it was forcibly torn open from the inside, and a wet freak crawled out, with a cat's body and human face, and sharp teeth.

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A bony hand suddenly broke through the surface of the ground and appeared on the side of a barren hill, and then supported itself and crawled out a complete human skeleton, with scarlet eyes and covered in dirt.

Gazing at the eerie sky, it grinned silently, then stooped down and pulled out a tattered cloak and a pair of boots from the hole it had crawled out of.

With its boots on its feet, its cloak on, and its hood on its head, it strode in a certain direction.

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The nearest place to the scene of the incident also appeared abnormally, and the horses that had died due to the arrival of the female devil suddenly opened their eyes under the strange light of the sky, and there was a blue fire burning in their eye sockets, and the same flame was born at the horse's hooves.

When they awoke, they got up and screamed a few times in the sky, then ran out of the forest without hesitation.

The hoof prints of flames accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves were conspicuous in the dim environment, and it didn't take long for some of the forest ruins around to be rekindled.

Under the raging fire, the black-robed man who was stationed outside the entrance because of his master's order was completely ignored at this moment, but he was lying on the ground trembling, his face full of fear, but it seemed to be very excited.

"Demon King? How can it be...... How could a demon king appear in the human world? ”

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"Sin? War? Pestilence? Which crown has descended? ”

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"No, no, no, they can't be here, they should be in Chaos Fortress, that's right, it can't be ......"

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"Is it the missing Lord of Pain?"

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The black-robed man lying on the ground trembled, one moment full of fear, the other full of fanaticism, and occasionally he didn't know what he thought, and even began to laugh sharply.

And in the wilderness, about ten miles away where the black-robed man was, there was also one who was trembling because of the current phenomenon.

It was the white-robed bishop who rode a horse all night, and although he didn't directly recognize the specific level of the existence that caused the vision at the moment, his intuition told him that it must be a terrifying powerhouse on the world's top food chain!

This gave Bishop Rhodes, who had been unstoppable before, an urge to turn around and run, which belonged to the instinct of survival.

However, reason told him that if an existence of this level really descended on the human world, it would be useless to escape, and only confrontation, hard confrontation, could there be a glimmer of life!

Moreover, as the bishop of the diocese, if he can't find out the details at the first time, even if he escapes, he will be held accountable, and the divine will have to rescue him......

After a long pause, Bishop Rhodes suddenly pulled a hummingbird-like silver brooch from the collar on his chest, whispered a few words to it, and the silver jewelry came alive and full, and then flapped its wings and flew away.

The white-robed bishop then gritted his teeth, kicked the horse's belly and continued to run towards the core of the surging power.

Soon after, when he reached a certain distance, the horses under him were so frightened that they did not dare to move forward even a step, and he turned over and dismounted, and galloped into the ruins on foot.

The black-robed man guarding the ruins sensed this coming, so he hurriedly got up from the ground to dodge, Bishop Rhodes felt his presence, but he didn't have time to chase such a small character.

Then, as he stepped into that dark tunnel, he was inevitably dragged into a dream.

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Just as the white-robed bishop arrived in the tunnel, in the sealed place located in the depths of the tunnel, the situation had developed to another level-

With the erosion and impact of a large amount of black mist, the white sarcophagus that was originally tightly fastened has gradually moved to reveal a deep gap, and a withered and slender palm drilled out of the gap, and the five fingers were clenched on the side of the sarcophagus.

And when the sarcophagus lid was smashed open more and more, and the exposed gaps became more and more obvious, a shriveled female corpse slowly crawled out of the coffin, groaning hoarsely and on all fours, and then greedily crawled towards the source of the black mist.

"Long time no see, Anastasia."

Bernie, who quietly returned to the side, greeted it with a smile.

It's a pity that the dry corpse didn't respond to his greetings, and after crawling out of the coffin, it followed the crazy black fog channel step by step to get closer to the source of the black fog, and the skin on its body was frantically absorbing the surrounding black fog, and its shriveled skull-like face was full of instinctive greed.

Bernie didn't care, because the corpse was really just instinct, even though it used to be a powerful person-

[This is the remains of a demon king who has been deprived of his personality, and during the long sealing period, a wisp of spirituality has been reborn in the remains]

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At this time, the surrounding sealing power still existed, but after getting rid of the white sarcophagus, the strong light gathered from the dome could no longer affect the female corpse's actions, especially since it was still bathed in black mist.

However, Bernie didn't let it out to be a good person, and even traced back to the time of this female corpse, they were actually enemies who shared the sky.

So after admiring the tragic appearance of the female corpse now, Bernie's mind connected to the black fog world, and entered the special state as if one foot was stepping on the black fog world and the other foot was still in reality.

As a result, he was no longer afraid of the erosion of the black mist, and stepped closer, his head poked into the surging black mist, and whispered quietly in the shriveled ear of the female corpse.

"Your name is Lilith, and you are a devil, feared and hostile to the human world, but you are also rejected by Hell because you have inherited the legacy of Ymir Wollaston Morningstar, a vast treasure coveted by all of Hell."

Because he is connected to the world of black fog, Bernie's voice at the moment is deep as an endless abyss, and it sounds like he can't feel the sense of stability.

But this time, after hearing this, the dry corpse turned his head to look at Bernie, and the instinctive greed on his face loosened slightly, as if he had a little thought.

Just because it has absorbed a lot of the power of the Black Mist World, it has also inevitably inherited some connections between the Black Mist World and Bernie.

This connection is very weak, so weak that Bernie only has one small cabin in the vast black fog world that belongs to him completely, and he has to be careful to open an opening to lure the black fog out.

But this can already allow Bernie to "instill memory" in front of him,

It's like writing on a blank piece of paper, even though the ink in the pen is very scarce or almost non-existent, as long as you use a little force, you can always make some traces on it.

However, this corpse is so unique that it will not be long before the white paper will quickly become stained with some rich substance as it officially climbs out of the sarcophagus, so Bernie's opportunity for this memory indoctrination is very short-lived.

So when he saw that it worked, he seized the time to continue to speak in a low voice-

"The legacy is sealed in your body, and as you grow stronger, its seal will be slowly opened. Eventually, you will inherit all that Ymir Wollaston Morningstar has to offer, his wealth, his strength, and, his throne as the Demon King in Hell. ”

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"This is a matter of strict secrecy, because there are tens of millions of devils who want to sit on that throne, and if they learn of your existence, they will surely hunt you down and eat you. So, until you grow to a certain point, you have to avoid everything that reveals your identity. ”

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"But you suddenly find that as you wake up, some of the features of the legacy have been revealed, so you must leave here without leaving a trace as soon as you have regained some mobility......

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"Ymir Wollaston Morningstar is dead, you believe it, he died of a blind and arrogant attempt at the soul, and you are the rebirth of his corpse, and his successor, and when you are strong enough to deal with all the troubles he leaves behind."

"The most important trouble is that he deceived all the other demon kings before betraying Hell and stole a treasure from the core of Hell so that the whole Hell is hunting him down."

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The words of command were directly imprinted in the deepest part of the other party's heart, making the expression on the face of the female corpse crawling on the ground richer and richer, as if with this "memory inscription", a touch of spirituality in its body was growing rapidly.

So when Bernie finished speaking, he suddenly brought his nose in front of Bernie, and his dry nasal bones trembled, and he kept sniffing hoarsely.

Unfortunately, in a semi-dead state, it does not have any sense of smell or even sight, and the only thing it has is a spiritual perception.

But at this moment, Bernie is in a state of connecting with the black fog world, and it can't perceive Bernie's details at all.

Therefore, after a moment of confusion, it suddenly let out a hoarse question: "Father? ”

The sound was rough and harsh like rubbing glass, but to Bernie's ears it sounded like the most beautiful melody in the world, and he even showed a rare smug smile.

But there was not much time left, and Bernie didn't dare to be complacent for long, patting the other party's hard head, he said kindly: "You should go, when the time comes, you will see me again." ”

Hearing this, the dry corpse sniffed his "smell" carefully, and then ran out of the hall on all fours, and the emaciated figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Bernie then stood up, and half of the state connected to the black mist world became all in the blink of an eye.

So under his covert manipulation, the passage was closed, and the turbulent black fog lost its source, suppressed by the golden light of the dome that was always there, and it would not take long for it to completely dissipate.

At the same time, beneath the black mist, there was no trace of the ritual of communication, and a nameless white encapsulated parchment appeared in its place.

After picking up the book, Bernie stepped over to the half-open sarcophagus and looked down.

There were no dried corpses in the sarcophagus, but there was still a large amount of black mist that had been absorbed into it slowly.

Some silver cups, gems and other artifacts glowed slightly, and they were fighting against these black mists, but for a while they did not have the ability to completely clean them up.

It seems that with the breaking of the seal of the female corpse, the power of the seal here has been severely damaged.

This also caused Pigherd Mondstadt's dream ritual to continue.

After placing the book in his sarcophagus, Bernie turned his head to look at the dark passage from which he came.

With the main thing done, it's time to put the finishing touches on.