Further north of the Northland Coastal Corridor is a barren land, with hardy woods and strange terrain turning it into a paradise for werewolves, ice bears, and even more powerful magical creatures that hovered the depths of this vast land, such as the Silver Dragon, the White Dragon, and the Frost Giant Lord.

Therefore, although the road to the Eastern Exile Land was the result of the adventurers of the past generations and avoided the most dangerous areas, the caravans and pedestrians walking on these roads were still often attacked in various ways, covering the Northland with a layer of bloody chaos, and it was called the paradise of outlaws.

In the cold moon, this area has long been covered with white, even the perennial dark green trees are covered with pure white veil, at a glance, there is no trace of variegated color, if you stare at them for a long time, you will not even be able to open your eyes.

However, on the road where the car marks have not yet been covered by snowflakes, shocking clouds of blood are spreading, and the random discarding of swords, spears, giant hammers and other weapons show that there was once a fierce battle here.

Following the footprints on the ground, leaving the avenue and walking north, you will see a primeval forest that cannot be seen, and in the depths of the forest, there is a hidden gap leading to the ground, and at the end of it is a rather wide underground cavern.

In the underground caves, torches are inserted into the stone walls, making the whole place brightly lit, but the flames burning on these torches are extremely strange pale, as if there is no temperature, no soul of their own, a dead silence!

Pale light poured down from the torches. Shining on the black-robed men prostrate on the ground in the cave, they were set off eeriely.

These black-robed men had their foreheads pressed against the ground, and it was clear from the features of their bodies and faces that they did not all belong to the human race, ranging from werewolves with long hairy cheeks, to orcs with distinct signs of various beasts, to frost giants who occupied a large area......

They remained motionless, like dead corpses, and in the center of their worship was an altar made of white bones, in front of which a black-robed man with eyes that seemed to leap with pale flames stood silently at the mysterious patterns that emitted a strong aura of death. Look at the giant scythe that symbolizes the harvest of life placed on the altar.

"To be born is to be born, and to be the beginning of death. That's the end we can never avoid......"

The black-robed man raised his hands violently and chanted an inexplicable prayer, and a pale flame rose from the altar.

"Birth means the beginning of death......

The black-robed ones who looked like corpses finally moved, and their bodies trembled slightly with a hoarse humming sound.

The voice of the High Priest at the front was mysterious. Extreme fanaticism is expressed in extreme coldness: "Compared to the long time after death." Life is short and meaningless. Only darkness, coldness, and death are eternal themes......"

"We will eventually decay, and our souls can only avoid a slow demise if we enter the kingdom of death and sleep......

The High Priest's gaze became hollow: "Today we will offer sacrifices to our Lord and our own lives." Let the soul be supported and let it truly endure!"

"I am willing to give my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul......" The black-robed man replied as if he had been hypnotized, his voice numb and undulating.

Hearing their answers, the high priest breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, and he sent another group of devout believers to the Lord, so that the true meaning of death could be revealed, and according to the "Soul Sacrifice" given to him by the Lord, such a self is getting closer and closer to the Lord, and will be more and more free from the body and soul of mortals, and transform into a true messenger of death.

When the time comes, you will be sublimated by both life and soul, and become a powerful existence comparable to legendary magicians and epic knights!

Thinking of this, he only felt that the pale flame of death in his heart was "burning" more and more violently and strangely, faintly "burning" in his mind and around him, the seemingly nonexistent world of death, the extremely peaceful world world full of undead creatures.

"This is indeed a sign of getting closer and closer to the Lord, I can already vaguely sense the great and sacred paradise of death, and when my sense of it becomes extremely clear, it will be my chance to attain essential detachment!"

At this moment, the sleeping humans around the altar woke up, some of them richly dressed, some in leather armor, no different from the caravans walking on the trade roads of the Northlands.

"You, what are you going to do?" some people accused in panic.

"Damn bandits, will you pay for attacking us?" and some were still in a state of rage.

"Please, let us go, the goods and money are all yours, and killing us is useless to you. Others noticed the anomaly from the strangeness around them, and their whole bodies trembled.

The High Priest looked up, and pale flames danced in his deep, dark eyes, and the sight of these two flames made the humans paralyzed, unable to make a sound.

"Go to the middle of the altar and give your life to the Lord. The High Priest made a sound that did not fluctuate in the slab.

The merchants and mercenaries were unusually pale and full of fear, but they could not resist the high priest's command, and they stood up as if enchanted, and walked involuntarily towards the center of the altar.

The man who had walked first to the pale flame trembled and picked up the black scythe, his eyes full of fear, fear, despair, and madness, but his hand was unusually calm and slit his throat with the weightless scythe.

A hideous wound appeared on his throat, but not a drop of blood spurted out, and his whole body quickly withered, his skin wrinkled, and in a short moment he turned into a dry corpse, and something transparent seemed to float out of his body, throwing it into the "pale flame".

The pale flames suddenly rose a little higher, and the edge of the black scythe had a trace of crimson and black.

The High Priest felt a heartfelt pleasure that surpassed any enjoyment, a pleasure that made him yearn for the ceremony, even without the Lord's strength and reward.

The realm of the Dead that faintly permeated in his mind and in the space around him became a little clearer.

"My ascension has gone one step further, and I am closer to the Lord...... "The High Priest groaned to himself. But no one in the entire underground cavern paid attention to his gaffe.

One by one, the sacrifices harvested their own lives, making the pale flames grow stronger and stronger, as if they were about to jump out of the altar.

"Come, show your piety, life is short, death is eternal!" said the high priest, turning sharply and in solemn adoration.

The voice of the black-robed man changed, and he said fanatically: "I am willing to give my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul......

This frenzied atmosphere made the Death Scythe seem to have a sense, making a buzzing sound. Fly away from the altar. Hovering over the roof of an underground cavern.

"I am willing to give my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul!"

Once again, the black-robed ones prayed in unison, but no longer answers, but heartfelt requests.

There was a crimson scythe on the edge of the blade, as if it had absorbed all the light. Leave the entire underground cavern in darkness. Only the pale flame in the center remained unaffected.

The scythe fell. Just fell into the pale flames, and at this moment, the bodies of those black-robed people shook together. The eyes had lost all their brilliance, as if something important had been sucked into the flames.

The pale flames expanded and flooded the entire underground cavern, and the skin of those black-robed ones began to rot, and dark red flames jumped out of their eyes, transforming into undead creatures in an instant!

The high priest was even more happy, and he could no longer distinguish what was the material world and what was the paradise of death, and he only felt that his soul had been greatly sublimated.

"Enjoy your sacrifices, O great Lord of Death!" he called out as the undead raised their arms in the cavern like a forest.

The pale flames suddenly converged, condensed and condensed, and only the size of a person remained, but an illusory gate appeared in the center.

The gate opened, and a monster in a black cloak appeared in the flames, and behind it was the plain where countless undead creatures roamed, and at its feet were palaces of various white bones.

This monster is like the embodiment of death, and people can't look at it directly, because when they see it, they immediately lose all their vitality, but fortunately, it can't step out of this pale flame, and it can't let death envelop the world.

The high priest only felt that his soul was fluttering, as if he had improved his essence, and he couldn't extricate himself.

"My strength has increased again! My soul has sublimated again!"

The monster in the black cloak looked out, and a trace of abnormal fluctuations suddenly appeared in its pale and empty eyes, and then, its body separated itself from the other self as if looking in a mirror, but both of them were only half of the breath of the past.

The detached Death Monster burst into pale flames, engulfing itself, and then merging with the surrounding flames and altars.

With the strange incantation sound of the monster's remaining body, the flames tumbled violently, condensing towards the shape of a substantial gate, and gradually dyed with a rich color of blood.

Rumble!

When the gate appeared vaguely, an unimaginable chaotic killing aura emanated, and as a result, a rare winter thunder sounded in the sky outside, and the entire cavern began to shake violently, bringing the entire vast land to shake.

The High Priest suddenly found that his soul had been sublimated to the extreme, and the realm of the Dead World around him and in his mind was completely clear.

"I succeeded?"

The ecstasy in his heart emerged, so he was ready to merge himself with the Death World Realm and obtain the power of the legend, but at this moment, the Death World Realm disappeared at once, and a ball of flesh that he didn't know how many eyes, how many heads, and how many hands and feet appeared in front of him.

After seeing this ball of flesh, the high priest felt that his soul had completely changed, and his ability to think quickly disappeared.

"No!"

He let out a cry of rage and fear, and his body became strangely shaped, growing thick black tentacles.

In Kswickne, the capital of the Northland Coastal Corridor, the "Burning Lady" stood up and felt the ultimate evil and chaos emerge in the distance.

"Herculi, what's going on?" she hastened to contact Herculi, the Monarch of Qi.

Helchuli, who was floating at the top of the magic tower, held the crystal ball and said in a solemn tone: "The Abyss Will is trying to descend, we must stop it immediately, I have already informed the Council!"

This kind of thing can only be handled by at least one Grand Arcanist, and Helen of Palmeira's hut is guarding Alinge - if the Abyssal Will does come, even if his injuries are not healed, it will be an extremely terrifying thing, and this time there is no divine descent to knock him back! (To be continued......)