Chapter 164 Three Paths to Purgatory! Demon Lord
Bone Altar.
Deep underground in the necropolis, a black shadow turned into a sinister wind and surged through the bone-filled passage. When it landed, it turned into a group of ethereal figures, a hazy figure. A hazy skeleton, gray smoke swirled around its body, and resentful spirits kept pouring in and out of its body. After circling in the dark underground tomb, it could not break free and was sucked in again. into the body of this skeletal shadow.
Bind the spirit.
It uses its own body as a container to imprison these resentful spirits in its body.
"Lord Ghost."
The phantom of the skeleton bowed his head respectfully and said: "We found traces of the Natural Disaster Messenger Group, and the Disaster Knights also came to the ringed city."
A ray of blue The lustful soul fire is ignited.
In the darkness, a withered skeleton stood up slowly. The ruined robe was engraved with countless death runes. Under the long hem of the robe, there was flowing black mud, along the As the bone throne spread, he picked up the bone staff with his pale finger bones and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Is Eamon here too?"
The hoarse voice echoed heavily in the catacombs.
A lich.
A very powerful lich.
The most indispensable thing on the path of death is lich. In the past thousand years, strong people on the path of death have been pouring their souls into the life box and transforming into the form of lich.
The reflection of the wandering ghost whispered: "Hasn't Eamon already left this world?"
The ghost made a weird smile, he shook his head and said: "That's fraud. - Eamon ”
"The only surviving fire thief so far in the Dark Ages, the legendary immortal, the nameless one with immortality."
"He may have left."
"But It is also possible that He left an incarnation here, or chose someone as his successor."
"Eamon must have arrived."
As for Eamon now. , no one knows if he is still the former Eamonn.
But only Amon can command the Scourgebringers.
The illusory ghost's expression seemed to be a little wary, and he said softly: "We only found traces of the Disaster Knight. Could it be that the crazy lich is here too?"
Ghost He shook his head and said: "It can't come."
"In the battle with Dele, its body was completely killed. Even if it wants to be resurrected, it will take time."
"We only need to deal with three A messenger of natural disaster.”
Having said this, the Lich on the Throne of Bones stood up and said in a deep voice: "Wherever the messengers of natural disasters go, there will definitely be a disaster."
"Now that they are here."
"Then we can't wait any longer and prepare to launch the 'Hunger Feast'. Eamon won't leave us too much time."
The illusory ghost hesitated: "But... Huo The old man of the En family is not ready yet.”
The lich chuckled: “Don’t you understand yet?”
"That old thing is not important. The master doesn't care, and neither do we."
"He is just a mascot in the ceremony, a sacrifice. If he is not ready, we will prepare it for him and send it to him directly. Embark on the Ascension Ceremony."
"From the beginning to the end, no one wants it to succeed."
"What we care about is the undead natural disaster! The law of death! ..."
The lich's figure walked towards the dead passage. As he walked, there were rustling sounds from countless tombs, and he said in a deep voice. : "What the master wants is the soul!...The souls of countless mortals!...The more, the better!..."
Buzz.
Clusters of eerie soul fires ignited in the darkness. Under the weak firelight, the bodies of corpse witches, corpse demons, and demon ghosts were awakened. The lich's deep voice rang out: : "Let us send the old thing to the altar!"
As the Lich waved his hand, a heavy door opened, and withered bodies emerged one by one. They were all mummies, kneeling on a black altar. forward.
Wisps of blue flames spread along the runes on the ground, and these long-dead mummies gradually came to life. They all have the same surname - Horn. At the front of the altar, there is The three mummies were dressed in black robes. Their withered faces were vaguely similar. They seemed to be three brothers with the same blood, but they had long been drained of their vitality.
Awaken the undead!
All the deceased members of the Horn family were transformed into corpse witches and corpse demons. The three brothers at the front had incomparable resentment and madness in their pupils. They knelt down in front of the altar and began to pray in a low voice, using an ancient method. The warlock chants in secret.
Black Spire.
On the throne at the top of the tower, a fat figure as big as a mountain suddenly woke up from his nightmare. He seemed to realize something and let out an extremely angry roar: "Who?!"
"Who?! Who started the ceremony in advance?"
The prayers echoed heavily in his mind. The fat figure climbed up with difficulty, holding his own The head howled in pain: "Get out!"
"Get out of my head!"
"Who is praying?!"
A wisp of black threads, converging towards the black spiers from all directions, the target pointed by these threads of faith There was only one person, and that was the old man who suddenly woke up on the throne. Thousands of whispers echoed in his brain, including those of the living, some of the dead, and those of his descendants. The whispers that penetrated the deepest part of his soul filled him crazily. It entered his brain, causing him so much pain that his brain tissue was trembling and twitching.
These twisted powers of faith are not something that a mortal like him can digest.
"Father..."
"Isn't this what you want?...The source of the Horn family's bloodline is converging on you!..."
"Father..."
"You don't want to Do you want to be immortal? We will dedicate our immortal power to you now..."
In the countless echoes, the old man's fat figure fell to the ground, and he heard himself clearly from the countless whispers. The voices of sons, they should be dead, drained of blood, but now they are alive again.
With the Black Spire as the center, all members of the Horn family bloodline in the entire ringed city let out painful and shrill howls at this moment.
The extraordinary essence within them is running out of control.
Except for a handful of powerful extraordinary beings who survived, the members of the Horn family were all blown up into a puddle of filthy flesh on the spot, and then re-condensed, as if they were lumps of black wriggling flesh.
Wisps of blood-colored threads floated under the night sky. It seemed like blood with powerful magic power, gathered into countless blood lines, and poured crazily into the top of the black spire. There was no church, no priests, no temples, and no preparations for the ascension ceremony were completed, so the old man's path to ascension to the gods was forcibly opened. From the beginning, this ritual was beyond his control. He was just a puppet, and the demigod of death had already arranged his role.
"The Pot of Greed!"
The old man seemed to have grasped the last straw. He crawled towards the throne like a madman and hugged a blue pottery pot. He wiped the pot with all his strength and wailed: "Save me!...Stop them!...I order you to stop all this!..."
Jie Jie.
A swirling black whirlwind hovered in the sky above the main hall. It gradually condensed its shape and turned into a black monster with an upper body like a black monster and a huge monster with a swirling hurricane in the lower body. The entire palace seemed to be unable to accommodate its body. The dome of the main hall was lifted off, and a ferocious head that looked like a ghost poked out from the top of the tower.
"Dear Leach Horn, you have made a total of one hundred and seventy-two wishes with me."
There is a strange look in the pupils of the hovering wind elemental demigod. In the dim light, he said with a ferocious smile: "According to our contract, your soul and body have long been mine."
Countless black sludge gushes out from the ancient clay pot, directly Swallowing the fat old man in front of him, his body began to expand further, like a huge mountain of flesh. The phantom of the gods and monsters began to overlap with his body. Countless blood-colored threads poured into his body, and the gray world of faith The thread, like a huge net, eventually condensed into a giant cocoon like a mountain of flesh. "The power of faith!..."
The monstrous wind element demigod let out a sigh and murmured: "I am finally free!..."
He opened his mouth and inhaled, and souls came out from around the city one after another. Flying from all directions, they did not enter His kingdom of God, but were swallowed directly into His bloody mouth. The black whirlpool-like mouth continued to swallow up faith and soul. His body expanded as if it was inflated, almost It expanded to a height of tens of meters in just one breath.
At this moment, thousands of mortals died in their sleep, and their corpses began to undergo amazing changes, with strands of black hair growing crazily on their corpses.
Ring around the city, inner city, quiet palace.
I don't know when, the bright moon in the sky turned into a blood moon. In front of the shrine in the quiet palace, a kneeling middle-aged nobleman slowly stood up. He looked at the black spire in the distance and stared. Looking at the gathering blood cocoon and the humanoid outline of the hurricane hovering above, he said solemnly: "The servants of the Tomb King have begun to harvest souls."
"Mordiggian Servants."
"These souls and corpses belong only to the great ghastly god of bones!"
"Awaken the ghouls."
Roar!
Waves of greedy and hungry roars sounded. In the streets and alleys surrounding the city, a rickety figure climbed up at some point. Their muscles began to swell, and black hair grew all over their bodies. They looked ferocious. The head was split open from the lips, revealing sharp fangs.
The death plague has long enveloped the city.
In just half an hour.
The more than 100,000 zombie-like living people around the city died one after another. They either turned into ghouls or zombies. From the filth of the sewers, groups of undead Creatures poured out, and in the direction of the necropolis, countless corpses piled up like mountains. They automatically gathered together, mixed with the soil of the desecrated place, and tens of thousands of corpses condensed into a giant object nearly a hundred meters high.
——Corpse Grave Demon!
Corpse witches appeared around the large cemetery one by one. They tore open the portal. As the reflection of the space appeared, the dark sky seemed to be torn to pieces. A huge fortress appeared above the ringed city. It looked It looks like a magnificent mausoleum.
"The master's tomb has arrived." A lich laughed excitedly. He raised his staff towards the black spire in front and said: "Servants!"
"Let them Feel the true power of death! "
In the rolling soil, skeleton guards crawled out from the ground, and in an instant they were an undead army of thousands of sizes.
Under the night, the terrified screams of countless people echoed.
slaughter.
This was an inhumane massacre. Under the blood sacrifice ceremony, tens of thousands of undead creatures poured out of the city. There was no emotion in their eyes, only the hunger and thirst of undead creatures. The difference between the living and the dead.
“This is the true power of death!”
“Those old guys have put the path of death that suppresses the world into a cage.”
Counting Endless ghosts poured out from the mausoleum suspended in the sky, and there was a loud rumbling sound on the ground. Several lich figures appeared in front of the altar of the mausoleum. They raised the bone staffs in their hands and Amidst the chanting of incantations, a tower of several hundred meters in height rose out of thin air, turning from soil into hard rock bit by bit.
Kill, die, reap.
Countless ghost shadows of souls converged towards the Soul Calling Tower. A cluster of faint soul fire ignited at the top of the tower. It was growing and becoming more and more dazzling, even more dazzling than the others. The blood moon in the sky shines even brighter.
Boom!
The dome of the black spire cracked instantly, and a huge shadow with dark skin emerged from the cocoon. Its extremely thick arms were covered with ancient runes, and its head was surrounded by a crown of hurricanes and lightning. Reality His flesh and blood were torn apart by the pure wind energy, and the swirling hurricane rushed straight into the sky along the black spiers, turning into a tornado thousands of meters high.
“No!!!”
"These souls...these beliefs...are all mine!..."
Boom!
The sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and countless lightning struck down. The twisted elemental demigod who entered the realm of reality in a human body raised his hand, and two terrifying tornadoes swept through the entire ringed city. The thousand-meter-high tornado easily tore apart nearby buildings. Countless rubble flew away, and the nearby mortals who screamed and fled in embarrassment were instantly crushed into minced meat.
The entire inner city was emptied out, creating a vacuum zone of ruins. With a casual blow from the demigod, a corner of the ringed city was wiped off the map.
Outer city area.
As the densely packed ghouls were awakened, a giant with no eyes, head, and limbs emerged.
His emotionless face watched all this, and there was a strange silence in his empty eyes. The moment he came, the nearby corpses were getting up one after another. They did not obey the necromancer. The order was just waiting for something greedily and eagerly.
The ringed city turned into a living purgatory at this moment.
Tick, tick.
In the chaos, I don’t know when or where, suddenly there was a clear ticking sound of a clock.
In the darkness, a shining door of light emerged.
The wriggling black shadow turned into a solid body, the huge black metal shell was flowing with cold light, and the countless cables were like flying snakes.
Behind the shining light door, a clear lake is reflected, like a beam of light in the darkness, attracting desperate and helpless people nearby, who subconsciously move towards the place where the light door is. The location is running wild, no one knows what is there, and no one knows whether death will be waiting for them.
But there is light there, a ray of light in the darkness.
Fire.
A sea of fire rose in the center of the ringed city.
In the sky, countless sandstorms gathered together and turned into a sky full of insect bites. The figure of the headless horseman flew across the sky. The nightmare ignited the faint hoof fire in the void, and the scream of the death banshee echoed. Countless bats were flying under the blood moon.
The figure of Xiao En appeared, kneeling on one knee, his head lowered, his expression seemed to reveal a trace of sadness and pity.
He looked up at the blood moon in the sky, holding a emblem engraved with stars and wheat ears in his palm, and whispered: "Teacher."
"They do it ”
boom! ! !
A ring of blazing flames erupted in all directions with Xiao En as the center. Wherever the spreading sea of fire went, countless zombies, skeletons, and ghosts instantly screamed in terror, their bodies burning in the flames. It turned into ashes, leaving only wisps of floating dust in place.
——Three Paths to Purgatory-Devil’s Law!
Xiao En's figure slowly stepped out, endless purgatory fire poured out from behind him, his skin melted in the flames, revealing countless purgatory magic patterns, and his thin figure gradually expanded. , in an instant he transformed into a Barro Fire Demon that was tens of meters tall. The dark blue demon skin was exposed on the coiled muscles. The broad demon wings covered the sky and the sun, and the blazing flames jumped in his pupils. That is the wrath of the devil.
Xiao En gently raised his hand, and countless flames gathered in the sky, turning into a whip of flames hundreds of meters long. It roared across the sky, directly A wizard who controlled the undead was beaten into broken bones and dregs all over the ground.
Sonorous!
The ground trembled, and the demon lord transformed by Xiao En stretched out his hand to grab the ground. Countless flames spread along his thick arms. A crack was torn in the earth, and a handle burned with blazing flames. The huge sword in both hands appeared, and a palm with sharp claws grasped the hilt of the sword, which was as hot as magma, and directly pulled the flaming giant sword out of the ground.
The earth is melting.
With Xiao En's incarnation as the demon lord as the center, a radius of 300 meters turned into a field of lava. The magma deep in the earth spurted out, as if the place where he stood was an eruption. volcano.
——Profane the realm!
Xiao En clenched the flaming giant sword in his hand and waved it lightly. Countless seas of fire spread in all directions. The fire of purgatory was burning. In front of him, a street hundreds of meters long was cleared in an instant, and the earth's In the cracks, traces of magma were flowing. With his figure as the center, thousands of undead creatures evaporated instantly in a scattered area.
“Is this the power of demigods?”
“Sure enough.”
“All living things are ants.”
Life and death can be snatched in a single thought. .
Xiao En's eyes were gloomy, and he was not overjoyed by this extremely powerful power. He suddenly understood Eamon a little now. Eamon had probably expected everything today.
He is Eamon now!
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(End of this chapter)