Leon hesitated for a moment, then decided to bypass the two sculptures for the time being, and went straight to the point, coming to the highest tomb in the center.

The tomb occupies a large area, and many wooden shelves are placed around it, on which are displayed simple or complex ornaments, such as vases, candlesticks, mirror frames, etc.

Leon searched for the belongings as he watched carefully, and suddenly, a long and long song came from afar.

The song seems to come from the distant future, drifting slowly in the silent tomb.

The artistic conception of the lyrics is very weird, and after listening to it, Li Ang couldn't help but be stunned for half a second, and then reacted violently.

It was not an ordinary ballad, but a mantra.

Leon's pupils contracted suddenly, and a flash of lightning flashed in his mind.

The Sacrifice.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice."

The deep and lonely song is full of sorrow, as if everything has passed away, leaving only eternal lamentation and endless pain to linger in people's hearts, palpitations, fear, despair, and suffocation.

"This is a sacrifice to His Majesty the Great Thrall!"

Leon gritted his teeth and roared, rushed forward, raised his axe and slashed.

However, the mutilated skeleton easily dodged his attack, and its body shook slightly, unleashing majestic magic power, and forcibly opening the iron pickaxe.

"Sal, you can't die!"

Leon swung his axe again and slashed it down, but the bones were unscathed.

The skelet's magic was even greater than he had imagined.

The skeleton spread its shriveled old arms and reached out to Leon and grabbed him by the shoulder.

The five fingers of the skeleton were like steel pincers that were embedded in Leon's flesh, and he pressed down hard, pressing Leon to the ground.

Thundered......

Leon felt the ground tremble, as if thousands of troops were coming through the ground.

His cheeks pressed against the ground, and he felt the cold, damp wind blowing through his body.

"Run!"

Leon struggled and slashed with his axe, but he couldn't shake the bones in the slightest, but was dragged forward.

With the clatter of bones, the bones finally let go of their palms, and Leon was free.

"What should I do?"

Leon gasped and stood up.

At this moment, the shadow in the tomb suddenly separated and wrapped around Li Ang's waist.

"Uh-huh~"

Li Ang's throat choked, and he froze instantly, his muscles tightened, and his hairs stood on end.

This cold breath was transmitted from the vertebrae to the limbs.

Leon's vertebrae were covered with a layer of black-purple scales, coiled like a poisonous snake, twisted and twisted, emitting a foul smell of rot.

This is the DNA of the dragons.

Leon had seen similar descriptions in some sources.

The genetic fusion of the dragon and the snake gives birth to the dragon family, and the blood of the dragon family will be transformed into the snake family, and the snake and the lizard can also be combined to give birth to the dragon family, so that it can be regarded as a dragon species in the true sense.

However, this is not the initial state of the dragons, as the genetic level increases, the dragons will enter the atavistic period, metamorphosing from the inside of the vertebrae into the dragon shape, and the body will become more condensed and larger.

Leon's vertebrae were black, and they did not completely turn into a dragon, but only dragon whiskers, dragon claws, and dragon scales grew on them, and they had some special effects.

"This thing can't be the legendary dragon tendon, right?"

Li Ang was dumbfounded, and tentatively tugged at the dragon tendons, and sure enough, a sharp pain hit from behind.

Leon's body shook and he almost fell to the ground, but fortunately he had taken precautions, stabilized his body, and hurriedly retreated to the middle of the tomb, pulled out the torch nailed to the sarcophagus, and illuminated the entire tomb with the torch.

The sarcophagus remained silent, and in the coffin lay Thrall's body, curled up in a ball, not moving in the slightest.

His body was covered in bronze armor, and the bones on his head and neck were gone, leaving only two bumpy scars.

"I ...... Grass"

Li Ang swallowed, "Was this guy cut alive?" ”

His mind raced, and countless thoughts came to his head: "Thrall was killed by the Cultists, but before he died, he activated the forbidden magic and sealed everyone in the tomb......"

"He wants to preserve the body and keep it from the cultists?"

"But why did you choose to be buried in such a hidden place, and set up such a strange mechanism, to make it look like a tomb?"

Leon looked around and suddenly caught a glimpse of a plaque in the corner.

It is a wooden sign made of mahogany with the words "My Graveyard" written on it.

"This is ......"

Li Ang was stunned for a moment, "Tombstone ......"

He suddenly realized, "No wonder when I knocked on the sarcophagus just now, there was no reaction, it turned out that the material of the sarcophagus was the same as this tombstone......

The sarcophagus was engraved with various delicate patterns, but Leon was unfamiliar with the ancient script and could not understand the meaning of the symbols and letters on it.

He stared at the tombstone, his eyes narrowing and his lips quirming.

"The material of this tombstone is similar to that of the 'temple'......"

The temple, which is the city in Egyptian mythology and legend, is located in Western Europe, belongs to a subsidiary dynasty of the Roman Empire, and is the capital of the Roman Empire.

"The body buried here is a great Egyptian nobleman named Alexandru? Ottoman.

He is said to be the richest and most powerful warrior in Egypt, a follower of the gods, and a great deal of power.

He led the Egyptian army to conquer the whole world and established a kingdom called Alexandrus. ”

Leon muttered in a low voice, and a picture came to his mind, a cavalryman descending from the sky, throwing human heads into the pit, throwing corpses into the pit, filling in the earth and burying them.

The scene ends with a group of white-robed shamans and priests, armed with staffs, shields, and swords, around the pit and chanting obscure Sanskrit.

They are cultists, summoning the undead!

One skeleton after another came out of the pit, stood on the edge of the pit, looked down at the people in the pit, grinned, bared their sharp teeth, and made a creaking sound in their throats.

"This is what you call a 'ghost'?"

Leon muttered to himself, looking at the group of wizards.

His gaze cut through the fog and fell on a stocky old wizard with a hood, a gray cloak, a warm and kind smile on his face, and a roll of parchment in his hand, who was singing in a low voice.

"Amen, may the glory of our Lord be sprinkled on every inch of land......"

"Amen, may the light of our Lord illuminate every town......"

"Amen, may the glory of our Lord spread to all beings......"

The old wizard prayed over and over again, and after each prayer, he looked up at the cloudy night sky and prayed sincerely.

It was raining and falling.

The old wizard's figure faded, like a vanishing dream, but the parchment still burned.

The parchment drifts into the rain, is wetted, dissolved, and turned into a puddle of black powder.

A drop of black ash fell on the top of the tombstone, next to Sal's head.