The four-winged divine beast shook its head: "I don't know as much about the death knight as you do." Still, I've heard of the legend of the Death Knight. It is said that at that time a thousand years ago, in the East, a party entered the Graveyard of the Dead, took several sets of armor, and killed a Death Knight.

But all of that armor was lost. Later, the people of that time found out that the Death Knight had been killed in that battle, but his blood condensed into a long river that flowed along the valley and nourished the entire valley. This legend has been passed down for a thousand years, but it has never been confirmed, and only occasionally appears in some special places.

I remember that more than a hundred years ago, someone saw a death knight walk out of the graveyard of death, but he only stayed for a moment before returning to the graveyard. Of course, there were also people who later wondered if something was blocking the Death Knight, or that the Death Knight had left, after all, he was injured and could not hold out for too long. ”

Ning Ye touched his chin and said, "Then I'll go to the Death Cemetery." ”

The four-winged divine beast smiled and said, "Since you have decided, I will accompany you on a trip." ”

"But first, you must complete the task your father gave you." The four-winged divine beast said solemnly: "This mission is very dangerous, and it is directly facing the attack of a god, you have to be prepared!" ”

Ning Ye frowned and said, "Why is this?" ”

The Four-Winged Divine Beast said, "Because this mission is dangerous, I must also participate." And your father wants us to go with us. ”

Ning Ye pondered for a long time and said, "You mean, I need to find the remains of Professor Death in order to inherit his power?" ”

The four-winged divine beast nodded, "Not bad." We don't know if this man fulfilled Professor Death's last wish, perhaps he had forgotten it, or perhaps he didn't bother to do it. But it doesn't matter to us, we want you to have enough strength to match the Death Knight, otherwise it's all in vain! ”

Ning Ye said: "I will try to achieve it." ”

………………

In an abandoned castle, a tall and burly man is standing at the top of the castle overlooking the mountains in the distance. At his feet lay a giant man covered in pitch black, the same death knight who had fought against Ning Ye under the Arctic glacier.

And inside the castle, there are hundreds of elite guards. These are the top echelons of the Death Sect. The total number of followers of the Death Holy See is only about 200,000. The vast majority of them were stationed in the territories of various countries to suppress riots. The real workhorses are still stationed in Europe and the Americas.

And these high-level leaders in front of them are the team that was secretly cultivated during the period when the Death Holy See was blocked. Although their weapons and equipment were all provided by the Holy See of Death, the Holy See of Death did not interfere with the activities of these people.

In the center of the castle is the statue of the Pope of Death. His face was lifelike, dressed in a red robe, and he held a scepter in his hand. In addition to this, there is a long sword stuck in the ground.

"You're doing poorly." The Pope suddenly spoke, his voice low and hoarse, like mechanical friction: "It took me endless effort to bring you up to be like this. But you can't even put a little girl on the table, and you have simply lost the face of the Holy See. ”

His eyes shone with a faint green light: "You are the honor of the Holy See, but your shame will also affect the Holy See. ”

Many of the high-ranking people fell to their knees and prayed, "Please forgive us." ”

The Pope snorted coldly: "Do you think I don't want to? Unfortunately, my plans were ruined by a bunch of stupid mortals. Now that the Stone of Death has fallen into the hands of mortals, we will have to do more to reclaim it. And you waste, you actually let a girl catch the flaw, which led to the failure of the mission. ”

The Pope said in a calm tone: "What punishment will we receive if our actions fail again?" We're going to lose them all! I know that there are many strong people among you, and some of you have even touched the realm of God, but do you think that with your current strength, you can resist the wrath of a true god? ”

"Please forgive your majesty!" A group of people suddenly knelt down in a panic.

The Pope waved his arm and motioned for them to stand down, before slowly moving forward to the corpse of the Death Knight. Reaching out his left hand, he pressed it against the wound in the death knight's chest. Immediately, his left hand turned into a grayish-white bony palm and stabbed into the Death Knight's body, absorbing his blood and soul.

This is the power of the gods—divine replication.

Generally speaking, the death knight's body has died out, and the concept of 'resurrection' is a false theory, but in front of these high-ranking gods, all this can be done through divine magic.

The effect of divine replication is to take the huge power contained in the body of the death knight from the corpse and transform it into his own divinity. Although it is not possible to resurrect the Death Knight completely, it is easy to transform it into another shell, and it does not require much strength.

Soon after, the giant skeleton slowly regained its vitality, stood up, looked around with a blank gaze, and finally saw the Pope.

"Who are you?" He asked, but in a rough voice, apparently not himself.

"Who are you?" The Pope asked rhetorically.

"I'm ......" The huge skeleton was stunned for a moment and muttered, "I am...... I'm a Death Knight. How could I ask who I am? ”

"Ha......" the Pope let out a mocking laugh, "You are a monster I created, I am the founder of the Death Knights, I am the founder of the Holy See of Death!" ”

"Really?" The skeleton's voice suddenly became shrill with a strong hint of mockery: "But I don't remember that I was a Death Knight. ”

"And what do you remember?" The Pope asked.

"All I remember is killing and dying." "I love to fight, I crave killing every day, I crave blood," said the giant skeleton. That's what I'm supposed to do, not to stay in a dead palace. There is no point here. ”

He jumped into the Pope's face and slammed his right fist into the Pope's head: "You don't deserve to be the Pope of Death!" ”

The pope's head was blown to pieces.

"You ......" the Pope collapsed in a pool of blood, his eyes still wide open in disbelief. His soul was consumed by the Death Knight in an instant, and his entire body was reduced to powder.

"Hmph." The Death Knight said disdainfully: "You humble mortal, you dare to revive me, you are really looking for death."