In the minds of the believers of the gods, all living beings are the creatures of the gods, and any act of daring to peek into the mysteries of them is a serious blasphemy against the gods.

In the trinity that makes up living beings, the embodiment is the body, the abstraction is the spiritual force, and the soul connects the two sides. Mages who use some of their psychic powers are already quite hostile to the church, not to mention the group of necromancers who are dedicated to studying the body and soul. They are simply unpardonable scoundrels in the eyes of the church, and each one of them is worthy of being hunted for in the Inquisition.

But now, the prey, which would bring heavy bounties, is chasing the hunters who call themselves hunters.

The army that entered the Necromantic Wilderness already had an extremely high number of battle losses, and at this time, they panicked, and this terrifying wilderness simply became a huge tomb. Even the more powerful hunters had to temporarily avoid the necromancers' edges, at the cost of at least a third of the hunters' elite strength, losing the home turf of this thousand-year-old enemy.

At the foot of the mountain, the sounds of fighting and screaming gradually subsided, leaving only dark red blood stains and corpses lying on their backs. It didn't take long for the corpses to be dragged to the ground by the necromancer's summons, and the surging gray-black soil had a hint of blood, just like it had been before the Great War.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the heir of Lord Herseus, Mr. Allegri, right?" the leader of the necromancers, holding the Bone Scepter, stood on a high earthen platform and made an ancient noble salute in the direction of Allegri, "Ursula, the vice-president of the 'Council of Bones'. ”

"Thank you Vice-President Ursula for your generous assistance. Allegri nodded and thanked politely.

"I don't know what is going on here, but would you like to come to the council for a moment?" and he thought that Ursula was a gentleman of good manners, and that he was cordially inviting his honored guest.

But under this cloud, in the Necromantic Wilderness, above the Sulfur Volcano, there was a miasma mist and sulfur poison everywhere, and Allegri really shuddered under the watchful eyes of the black hole of the skeletons.

He snorted and replied, "If you have the chance." ”

Ursula said, "There should be a lot of common issues between the council and the gentleman," he smiled mysteriously, "such as the joint attack on the Church of Light with the Demon Legion, or the cooperation between the 'Red Tower' and the 'Black Tower'......"

Allegri's eyes jumped, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the never-dissipating mist in the depths of the Necronomic Wilderness, as if a hideous tower could indeed be seen faintly.

Seeing that Allegri seemed to be moved, Ursula smiled goodbye, "Goodbye, Mr. Allegri, I hope you will think about my suggestion." ”

The wind suddenly rose, and the earth platform slowly sank, but for a while, he had already turned into a trance. The other necromancers gradually retreated under his leadership, leaving only the silent sea of skeletons, lying underground again.

Actually, his advice was very good. Amosic on his shoulder suddenly interjected.

"You mean the Black Tower?" Allegri was still in a trance.

"I mean the first piece of advice. Amosic glanced at him.

"The combined march of the Demon Legion and the Council of Bones?" Allegri suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, a terrifying army of necromantic creatures and powerful demons in his mind.

He couldn't help but tremble a little, what kind of existence was he about to release......

Following the path of the Lightseeker and the battlefields carved out by the first armies led by Inedil, the second army of the Church of Light has set foot on the southern border of the Holy Blood River and has begun to take over the defense of the main cities, while the third army is ready to help.

The situation in the Holy Blood River War Zone is already precarious.

50,000 elite troops have arrived under Norman City, some tired soldiers are resting, and Norman City does not dare to do any harassment.

The legendary sword master, Duke "Tulip", his slender bayonet sword stuck in front of the barracks, he sat leisurely next to him, squinting at the big city in front of him.

For the first time ever, the warriors of the Buyada Empire, and indeed the entire Holy Alliance, faced this prestigious city. But this ancient city is not as strong as people think.

This old city, which has maintained a peaceful life for thousands of years, has done a better job of greening than defense, and the city is full of large tracts of broad-leaved paulownia and purple locust, which still has a rare coolness and peace in such a sunny summer day.

"What do you think, Lord Duke?" said Innedir with a smile, still in his usual gold-embroidered white robe.

"It's a pity that such a quiet city is going to be destroyed in the war. Born in the Empire of Buyada, which admired literature and art, Duke "Tulip" was also a well-known painter in his own right, especially good at charcoal sketches, which were as simple and smooth as the blade of a sword, but full of beauty.

Innedir, who knew a lot about the character of the Buyadans, couldn't help but laugh, he naturally knew that Duke Tulip meant that the city was lax and vulnerable, but this kind of mercy he would never have.

"Even if it can't bear to be destroyed, this is where Nacini's foundation lies," Innedir said lightly, "if he captures this sacred place of the Snowton Empire, it will be devastating to the morale of his army." And Nacini will also become a rootless tree, so he can only give up this territory that is no longer safe, retreat to the Iron Wall Pass war zone, and fall into the dilemma of being attacked on his back. ”

"Yes," Duke Tulip nodded, "Now Nacini still has the ability to plot the world, but after losing the Holy Blood River, he can only be a tyrant on one side." ”

"Plotting the world?" Innedir's smile was a little contemptuous, "the glory of the god is shining in the world, and he will have to huddle in the shadows and survive. ”

He stood up and ordered in a loud voice, "We don't know how much time the 'Knights Templar' and Jonas can buy us, the army will rest in batches and prepare to attack immediately!"

Darkness, endless darkness.

The sound of low, long breathing came from the darkness, like an ancient beast sleeping here. Silves never knew that there was such a place in the depths of the Inquisition, and there was such an existence.

Anarysta suddenly tugged at him and motioned to follow her.

It was supposed to be a very large, empty natural underground cavern, and Sylves tried his best to see it, but his pupils narrowed like a cat's eye and only a thin slit remained, but he couldn't see the end of the surrounding area.

The sound of breathing grew heavier and heavier, and they got closer and closer, and they could even feel the breath of the giant beast bringing up dust from the ground, forming tiny tornadoes that hindered their steps.

To Silves' reassurance, Anarysta was always by his side. Until, stop.

They stopped, looking at the darkness in front of them with a little awe, and Anarysta flicked her wrist, and there was a crisp sound of chains clashing.

She shook her weapon, the powerful enchanted chain, left behind from time immemorial, known as the Imprisoner.

The crisp sound has an extraordinary texture in this extremely silent darkness, like a large handful of glass marbles being thrown on the ground and colliding with each other.

But in the next moment, a high roar lit up with endless brilliance, and a huge beam of light emanated from the dome, and the power of the tide made everyone's hearts tremble.

Silves, who was activating his night vision, was shaken uncomfortably, and when he woke up from his dizziness, he could only stare at everything in front of him.

Several slender gray-black chains, with pure white divine inscriptions flashing on their bodies, extended from all sides of the cave wall, firmly binding a shadow in the middle of the cave.

It should be sleeping here, and the huge roar should be from it, but Silves can't describe the appearance of this "it" in front of him,

It's like a big lump, or a huge shadow like water. I couldn't see my facial features, nor my head and tail, and occasionally stretched out a few thick tentacles, but they shrank back in the light as if in pain.

The light came from the dome of the cave, which seemed to emit pure white beams, and the walls of the cave around it were like rough craftsmen digging out of them, except for the dome that was beautifully carved like the sanctuary of the Cathedral of Cotillia.

A huge beam of light pressed down from the dome, binding the shadow in it, but even this light could not illuminate the shadow beast.

And it can be seen that the chain "Imprisoner" in Anarysta is actually exactly the same as the shape of those slender chains that bind shadows, which is obviously very related.

"There are three holy places in the Holy See, in addition to the Holy White Tower, and the Cathedral of Gothia, there is also one that you should know, right?" Anarysta glanced at Silves a little weakly.

"Of course, the third holy place is the 'Dome of Light'—" Silves was suddenly surprised, "is it, is it...... This is it?"

"That's right. Anaryusta nodded, looking at the shadows opposite.

The shadows also quieted down, like a precipitated night, and after brewing for a while, a deep male voice full of charm came out of it, "Little girl, I didn't expect you to come here one day." ”

"I thought I would never come again," Anarysta replied softly, "but I had to come here." ”

"Are you so bored right now that you're here to entertain me?" Shadow snorted.

"You misunderstood me, I am here to ask for your help, great ...... Lord of Shadows. Anaryusta looked at him, shuddering and spitting out the term.

Silves, who was next to him, looked over with a shocked face, and the pale Anarysta sighed and nodded.

"Two thousand years ago, the predecessor of the Cult of Light, the Cult of the Sun God and the Cult of the Night God, were at loggerheads and were absolute mortal enemies. Of course, it ended in our victory," Anarysta said quietly, echoing through the empty cavern,

"Now in front of you is a former god, Silves......"

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