This is a dilapidated fortress, located on the Black Dragon Mountain outside the city of Ugin, once a military fortress of a powerful kingdom, and later destroyed by the Achilles Kingdom, this territory, including the city of Ugin, was annexed by the Achilles Kingdom, and the entire kingdom fell apart because of the attack of the Achilles Kingdom, as well as the unexpected death of the king, and is now directly divided into two principalities, more than ten city-states.

And in this castle, at night, in the ruins of the castle, in the dim candlelight, a group of people wearing black hoods surrounded a dilapidated tombstone, as if to remember the ancestors, but as if they were performing some kind of ritual.

The writing on that tombstone is different from all the writing on the mainland.

The black-clad people surrounding the tombstone held their hearts in their hands and remained motionless, as if they had been petrified.

They were religious, even more religiously than the bishops in those temples were to their gods.

With this kind of piety, people will do great things that will change the world.

The bright moonlight broke through the dark clouds that surrounded Him, casting a silvery white glow down the earth.

A ray of moonlight also sprinkled on the castle.

However, there seemed to be a hemispherical diaphragm around the castle, which actually blocked the moonlight, so the ruins of the castle could only rely on the dim candlelight to illuminate the light.

The silver moon slowly rose, slowly rose, and finally rose to the center of the night sky.

As the silver moon rose to the center of the night sky, the moonlight seemed to finally find an angle, find a gap, and send it into the ruins of the castle.

The hemispherical membrane on the periphery of the castle has a hollow in the center, and if the moonlight does not fall, I am afraid that this hollow will not be found.

The silver-white moonlight impatiently shot out of the hollow straight into the ruins of the castle, as if it was very eager to provide a faint light to the ruins of the castle.

The moonlight fell on it, seemingly premeditated, and this moonlight went straight into the tombstone.

The tombstone suddenly trembled, and the black-clothed people around the tombstone jumped up in unison, and danced a strange dance neatly, this dance was reckless and powerful, majestic and primitive, and seemed to come from the dance of the savages praying to God ten thousand years ago.

Thirty minutes passed, the dancing had not stopped, the moonlight had not dissipated, and the tombstone trembled as often as it had at first.

There is no terrible beast roar, no crazy roar, only the same rhythm.

It's just that the silver moon has shifted, and he won't stop because of the prayer-like dance of these people, but the moonlight has not dissipated, as if it has been stopped here by time.

Syllable!!!

There was a cracking sound from the tombstone.

But these men in black still danced as if they didn't realize it, as if dancing had become their instinct, and their lives were just for dancing.

Click!!

The tombstone was broken in half.

Bang!!!

The men in black stamped their feet neatly and stopped.

“............”

There seems to be a sound between being and not being that reverberates throughout the ruins of the castle.

The people in black still froze, they were like alchemy robots, without their own consciousness, and only made prescribed movements.

“............”

It's still a voice that doesn't exist.

"Are you awake?" Suddenly, a man in black stepped out of the regular line and walked over to the shattered tombstone.

As soon as the man in black walked out, the other men in black were scattered on the ground like marionettes without strings.

“............”

This is no longer a sound that can be received by the ears of ordinary people.

"You should have expected today's fate sooner or later! You have no way out!" the man in black took two steps forward, suddenly stretched out his left hand, and grabbed forward.

However, nothing seemed to be caught, not even the air slipped out of the dry, rotten hands.

"You can't escape, your fate is sealed!" the man in black sneered.

Then, with his withered claws, the man in black slowly took off his hood.

It was a skinny skull, like a dried corpse, but there were two clusters of scarlet light in his eyes that should have been empty holes.

The scarlet light suddenly shone with a terrifying glow.

"Haven't you seen enough!

...............

Eric sprang up from the haystack.

Trembling all over his body, his face frightened.

"Whew, w.........hew, whew," Eric gasped for air, afraid he wouldn't be able to breathe the next moment.

"Is that the Scourge of the Dead?" thought to Eric as he breathed heavily.

"Why do I have such a dream? Did it just happen?" Eric, looking at the familiar silver moon in the night sky, as if at this moment it was hard for him not to associate the scene in his dream with this silver moon.

"This world is about to go crazy! I need strength!" said Eric, getting up and sitting on the haystack.

This was the third night he and his sister Elusa had left the city of Ugin, but unfortunately only he and his sister left, and everyone else thought Eric was crazy and refused to believe Eric's crazy words.

"Well, they should be fine, they should be fine, after all, they were all fine before. ”

Eric's memory was that tonight, a terrible catastrophe had taken place in the city of Ugin.

Even if the gods descended to incarnate themselves, they were finally wiped out by disaster, and the goddess of wealth, whose main temple was in the city of Ugin, fell directly, and later the god was banned by an unknown mortal.

What Eric saw that night was that the sky was shattering, and he didn't have time to see it later, because it was a real disaster for him, a scourge of the dead.

Once-dead beings have been summoned from the underground by evil and powerful wizards, who are furious and want to tear all life apart.

They are immortal, and they are also transmissible, and if killed by them, they will quickly transform into undead.

It was a terrible catastrophe, and it would have been hard for his sister Elusa's Crown of Lilirita, who had summoned a Dawn Wizard.

However, the terrible catastrophe was not something that could be quelled by a single Dawn Wizard, and they were also targeted by another undead Dawn Wizard.

After a series of battles, in the end, because the crown on Elusa's head shot a ray of doomsday, he easily killed the undead Dawn Wizard.

Eric and Elusa then organized a group of people to escape from the city of Ugin with the power of Lilirita's crown.

But as they fled from the city of Ugin, the spirits of the dead also left the city of Ugin, spreading to the entire kingdom of Achilles.

The powerful kings and knights of the Achilles Kingdom could not resist the undead, and finally the Achilles Kingdom fell.

Then the undead spread across the South Coast.

The gods had long been aware of this, and they fought against the beings who awakened the undead, sending temple guards armed with weapons of holy light and temple priests.

Eventually, the undead were confined to the kingdom of Achilles and several nearby principalities.

This terrible catastrophe is known as the Scourge of the Dead, with tens of millions of people dying and millions of people losing their homes.

However, this is only the beginning of the end of the whole world, an opening performance.

Thinking about the impending catastrophe in the future, Eric couldn't help but feel uneasy.

But when he glanced at his sister lying on the haystack at the other end, he felt a lot more relieved.

And now they are about to leave the territory of Achilles and enter another country.

He was even more relieved.

Hurry up, leave quickly, that's what Eric is thinking these days.

"The courage I once had was really no match for the peace I was looking forward to, but where there will be peace in the future, endless wars, drowning the blood of the whole world, where should I go? Eric's lonely heart trembled.

Eric is confused, confused about the future.

"Teenage ......"

A voice that made Eric feel kind sounded in his ears.

"Who?" said Eric's gaze scanned like a searchlight.

"Do you crave power?"

The voice was still kind, but Eric's memories had taught him that the easier it was to let one's guard down, the more careful he had to be.

"Who are you?" shouted Eric into the vast wilderness.

The voice is like that of a lion's cub, as if making a threat to danger.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's ...... Do you crave power?"

The voice rang out again.

"I have my own power, and I don't crave your power. Eric refused.

"So you're hungry for power?"

The voice is still repeating "Do you crave power?".

"Get out of here!" Eric yelled in all directions.

Suddenly he realized that something was wrong, where was his sister, where was the haystack where he slept, where was the donkey they used to hurry?

"This is the world of illusion?!Who are you??What do you want?" Eric's previous experience made him guess and get the answer.

"Do you crave power?"

The voice was smooth and friendly, without the slightest impatience, as if it were a witchcraft recording.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Do you crave power?"

“............”

The voice repeated over and over again, and even though Eric didn't respond to it, it never stopped.

The cycle repeated for over an hour, more than an hour in Eric's consciousness.

"Do you crave power?"

"I'm longing, can't I?" shouted Eric, snarking.

He was about to collapse, except for this one I longed for, all the other words were shouted, and the words of scolding my father and mother and scolding my ancestors were all scolded, but the voice was still steady and powerful, and... Affinity...... Although Eric doesn't feel that way at all now.

It was a torture, a hundred times more painful than cutting off the flesh from his body with a knife.

So in the end, he could only give up resistance and accept this unknown "love".

"Please receive!"

As the voice fell, a blank piece of paper hovered in front of him.

Eric subconsciously reached out and grabbed the white paper.

As soon as he grabbed it, he felt the world spinning, and then he heard his sister's steady breathing.

And in his mind, there was a strange book.

...............

"Simple mental pollution, simple entry into the pit. The initiator thought.