Amanda, as a member of the Eagle Empire, was sent to witness the awakening of an ancient god. By the way, to ensure that this ancient god will not awaken as soon as he awakens, the ancestral spirit of the Eagle Empire will descend from the sky and kill him.

He stood in the corner, dressed in a tough black sè military uniform that exuded an air of danger.

Indifferently watching the last orc guard being pushed into the blood sacrifice ceremony, he couldn't stop wailing and begging for mercy, and the blood on his body subsided little by little, until he was completely stiff.

The life and soul of the orcs melt into the ritual of death beneath their feet.

On the altar in the middle of the ceremony, at the top of a pyramid of dry bones, a crown of white bones is placed.

This is the crown of horns, the crown of bones, the remains of Mirko, the god of the dead.

A crown that contains the priesthood of the dead and the remnants of Mirko's divine power.

There are also two purple-shirted mages in the hall, half a team of dark hands.

The orcs who served as guards here were fed to the Crown of Bones as their last stockpile.

The phantom in the crown of bones was not satisfied, and looked greedily and hungrily at the rest. Including the Dragon Lich, including the Hand of Darkness, including Amanda.

Amanda suddenly felt an unstoppable suction that grabbed him towards the Blood Sacrifice Ritual. A dragon lich snapped the suction with a wave of his hand.

"Your Majesty, the God of the Dead, he is a very important ally, and if something goes wrong with him, not only us, but also you can't leave this grassland. ”

The phantom stared dead at the dragon lich who dared to stand in his way.

"You can't live without this grassland? Hmph, ignorant mortal, how much do you know about my might?"

The dragon lich replied without humility.

"You share the priesthood with the current Grim Reaper, one twin life. Once you are resurrected, you will be the greatest god in the world. ”

"But it's not 10,000 years ago, and you've been asleep for too long, Your Majesty. ”

"It is the spirit of the ancestors of the Eagle Empire that is here, and the Prince of Lies and the King of the Dead dare not appear. ”

"As long as you don't return to your Throne of Bones, the earth will remain in the hands of mortals. ”

Mirko yīn snorted coldly.

"Then go and fetch me more sacrifices, and when I am resurrected, I will promote you three to be my attendants, and I will reward you for your merits." ”

The dragon lich should claim to be, and reached out to grab the arcane spearhead of the Star Hunter Society, the Yīn Shadow Agent of the Harp Craftsman's Society, from the corner of the Yīn Shadow.

The two rats were worthless, and the people outside were enough to be sacrificed to Mirkor's resurrection.

Mirkor's phantom opened its mouth and swallowed the two humans in one gulp.

Splatters of flesh and blood were scattered all over the ground, and the lifeless ritual glowed and worked again.

The two dragon lichs bowed.

"Your Majesty, God of the Dead, there are enough prey to be baited outside, we are going to prepare a sumptuous feast for you, please be prepared to answer our call. ”

"The Holy Body of the God of Slaughter will help you regain the throne of bones. ”

One of the three gods of death, Baal, the god of killing. The Dark Relic turned out to be his remnant?

The power of the three gods of death has the same root and origin, and Mirkor, who has the power to kill, will be able to return to his peak once he returns to the throne of bones in his kingdom of gods, and will be on an equal footing with the dark tyrant.

But would the Dark Tyrant be so kind?

Mirko watched the two dragon lich leave, holding a cold, sharp piece of wreckage, and smiled coldly.

"Barr, we've been with his brother for so many years, and we don't know what he's thinking? ”

"Really, when I slept for 10,000 years, my brain was corrupted by the priesthood, and I didn't know that he wanted to gather all his strength to completely replace Jaeger?"

"Before I became a god, I was the strongest necromancer in the world!"

Mirko looked coldly at Amanda who was the only one left in the hall.

"The true gods can't descend to the earth? What a big breath! I want to see how pitiful a few ghosts who have only been dead for a thousand years look in front of the god of the dead!"

Whoever dies is to the god of the dead.

Amanda's eyes were white, she couldn't stop trembling, and cries of fear, fear, and despair filled his mind, and his consciousness couldn't help but replay his ten million ways to die.

Mortals need not be ashamed to fear the true God, even if it is a half-dead God.

Amanda spoke with difficulty.

"Rice...... Guess what, Erko, why didn't the spirits of our ancestors be taken away by death?"

The god of the dead was furious, and a silent aura of death surged out of the ritual in an instant.

"Bold! Little ants! Dare to call the name of the true god!"

"Who gave you such guts!"

Mirkor's furious claws gripped at Amanda.

In the shadow behind Amanda, there was a sudden stabbing sound, and the sound of brocade silk tearing.

"Fighting Courage!"

The howling phantom of Tampas, the god of war, appeared behind Amanda, and the divine power spell immediately expelled the power of death from him.

Amanda, who has been rejuvenated, stands in the phantom of the god of war. The young man's cold face was full of ridicule of a true god.

"Stupid waste, the spirit of our ancestors, is an ally of His Majesty, the King of the Dead. ”

"You've been stealing it for too long, it's time to return it. ”

Amanda shook her hands and shouted highly.

"Following the ancient covenant of the ancestors, the descendants of Oret will fulfill the covenant and now become the vehicle of your will, reclaiming lost authority. ”

Amanda's eyes were as black as ink for a moment, silent and cold. The phantom of the god of war on his body faded silently.

Mirko cried out in terror:

"How about you!Cranvo!Bane!save me!!"

The current Grim Reaper, the King of the Dead, and the Sage who descended on Amanda, Kranvo, has a rare mood swing in his cold eyes.

Lifeless whispers, like echoing in the empty tomb.

"Mirkor, I've been waiting too long for this day. ”

"Tens of thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye, but every minute and every second is like a frying pan. ”

"I swore to avenge my country, my people, my friends, and the souls who died at your hands, but I didn't expect it to take so long. ”

"It's been so long that I've forgotten what hatred is and what it's like to be liberated. ”

"I just remember to get justice for them. Now, I'm not even interested in torturing you. ”

Bang, the crown of bones and the killing body shattered, and all the dead air was involved in Amanda's body.

Two clouds of dim light, flying out of it, fell into the hands of "Amanda".

Amanda, who had endured the power of the true god in a mortal body, fell to the ground with a bang.

A tall black-robed phantom came out of his body, holding a huge scythe in his left hand and a pale young soul in his right hand.

The king of the dead said to the boy:

"Descendants of Harlogas, you have fulfilled the promise of your ancestors, and have not tarnished his honor. ”

"Your character is as noble as his. ”

The boy ignored the King of the Dead, and instead greeted his friend in the shadows with an incredulous expression.

"Hey, Al, why are you here. ”

"It's nice to see you again before we leave. (To be continued)