In the center of the castle is an ancient dome that rises into the sky, cast entirely in brass, giving off an obscure and heavy atmosphere.

Li Ang was dumbfounded and muttered, "This ...... What is this place? ”

"This is the deep dungeon of the temple ruins."

An indifferent man's voice exploded in his ears, "Every winter, the priests of the Holy Sepulchre send knights to escort the living here.

I was one of the third group of knights to escort the living.

You will soon be sent there as well, as a sacrifice to the devout followers of the gods.

The so-called Church of the Holy Sepulchre, in fact, is a believer in evil gods, blaspheming the gods, and deserving of death.

I will bring your head to the gods and sacrifice to Him for eternal protection. ”

After the man finished speaking, the figure disappeared and disappeared again.

Li Ang was stunned for a while, reacted, and scolded secretly: "Damn, there's really a problem!" What do these necromancers want to do? ”

He tried to contact the "gods", but unfortunately received no response.

"Damn, what the hell is going on with this body?

Why is my mind imprisoned and unable to move? ”

Leon tried hard, but to no avail, so he had to stop struggling and put himself on guard to look for hope of escape.

He found that the surrounding environment was very strange, filled with a rich yin and cold air, and the air was filled with a rotten and rotten fishy smell, as if even time had been frozen.

Leon's head was groggy and his consciousness was blurred.

"Oh no, my soul is going into a deep sleep...... No matter, go to sleep, just wake up. ”

He sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, something strange suddenly appeared.

Leon's soul twitched suddenly, as if under some kind of intense pain, and then regained his composure.

But Leon's body was still stiff and cold, and he was slumping down little by little.

Li Ang opened his eyes blankly, looked at his hands, and a trace of inexplicable emotion rose in his heart.

These hands were no different from the ordinary hands he used before, and they were even more slender, but they had extremely great strength.

"My Body ......"

Leon looked down and saw a strange image—a rough tail lying across his chest, covered with scales, and densely bulging at the ends, like some kind of deformed life.

His right hand turned into a claw, his knuckles were long and slender, the back of his hand was covered with a thick layer of cyan armor, and the palm was covered with a barb that resembled a scorpion's tail.

At the tip of the tail, hundreds of tiny suckers also extended, like a spider spinning silk, quickly outlining a complex magical symbol, emitting a faint pale green fluorescence that shrouded Leon's neck, throat, and forehead.

Leon's eyes were covered with a thin layer of frost, his eyes gradually dimmed, and the whole person completely fainted.

"I really deserve to be a god, and I have been given extraordinary abilities......"

A hoarse voice sounded, and Leon suddenly came to his senses and saw a mysterious wizard in a black robe and hood, crouching next to him, observing his situation with great interest.

"You just fainted."

The black-clad wizard raised his wrist, looked at his watch, and said in a relaxed tone, "Depending on your state, in five seconds at most, you will completely lose your will and become a dumb and numb puppet."

Luckily, I performed the Nightmare Technique in time to help you get out of the negativity. ”

"Who are you?"

Leon frowned and asked, "Where is this?" ”

The wizard smiled, "My name is Adelaide and I'm a necromancer.

You are now my captive, come with me, the gods have asked me to take you to the altar and offer it to Him. ”

With that, Adelaide grabbed Leon's shoulders and turned to walk out.

Leon was dragged outside the castle to a dilapidated building.

A strange wind blew, making Leon shiver and tremble, his body aching unbearably, as uncomfortable as being roasted by fire.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Leon asked through gritted teeth.

Adelaide had a treacherous and cruel smile on her face, "The favor of the gods cannot be disappointed, and since you have received the gift of the gods, you must pay accordingly."

Give your soul and become His slave. ”

Before he could finish speaking, Adelaide raised his hand and pressed it on Leon's forehead.

"Ahhh......hh

A terrible wail rang out, accompanied by Leon's heart-rending screams, and he felt his consciousness quickly dissolve, turning into a void of smoke, and being sucked into the dark abyss.

Li Ang only felt the light flickering in front of him, and his body kept shaking, and finally stopped in midair.

Wisps of light shone through the dark dome, illuminating the four fields.

In the distance, a towering figure stands on the mountain peak, like a god.

This figure was completely black, wearing gorgeous armor, stepping on a war horse, holding a black spear, and the helmet and cuirass were all metal products, exuding a cold and sharp momentum.

Li Ang craned his neck and looked at the owner of the black warhorse, shocked.

In his line of sight, the other party was tall and large, wearing a set of silver-white chain armor, with a thick iron rope wrapped around his left arm, and a giant broadsword in his right hand.

On the chest of the wide armor was a delicate and majestic crown.

“…… God! Leon muttered.

His eyes crossed the black steed to the tower, his heart pounding.

It is a huge altar, built on the top of a cliff, surrounded by sixteen stone monuments, radiating a faint light.

More than a dozen undead guards on skeletal horses guarded the four walls of the altar, weapons in their hands, and their expressions were solemn.

Leon saw sixteen stone tablets engraved with intricate and mysterious runes, and the textures were intertwined and gathered together to form a complex magic array.

In the center of the altar, a sculpture is lifelike, a middle-aged cavalryman eight or nine meters tall and heroic.

The middle-aged cavalryman was covered in armor, straddling a broadsword, holding a gem-studded, sharp spear in his hand, and a black cloak on his crotch mount, a red turban wrapped around his head, revealing sharp horns and fangs, and two rows of serrated fangs on either side of his mouth.

Judging by the costume, this should be the head of a tribe in the Northwest Wastelands, or the ruler of a nomadic people.

Behind the knight's sculpture is a dark blue magic portal, with a black light curtain emerging from the middle of the door, reflecting another world.

Leon squinted his eyes.

The world was very different from the continent of Erathia he was familiar with, the sky was gray, and a blood moon hung in the night sky.

There were many corpses on the ground, all of which were human skeletal stumps, some were orc skeleton fragments, drenched in blood, and there was a strong and terrifying aura remaining.

"Is that the kingdom of God?"

Leon secretly wondered in his heart, "But why does it look so like...... Grave? ”

Not all of the remains were intact, a few had been corroded, and most of the rest were charred black.

They were covered in trauma, like they had been in a fight.