Final Priesthood

Chapter 247: Are you ready for the second death?

Chapter 247 Are you ready to face the second death? (Third update, please vote for me)

Stepping out of the black mist was a young man with a height of 1.87 meters, fair skin and a handsome face.

He is wearing a dark blue golden bear-level combat uniform, and his calm and calm posture reveals a trace of nobility that ordinary people don't have.

There is no energy shield around the young man. The black mist flowing in the air lingers around him, giving him a somewhat mysterious color.

“Where did this stupid young man come from? In such a strong death aura, you don’t even open the energy field, are you afraid that your body will be corroded by the death aura?”

Some people in the team couldn't help but mutter. Halfway through the words, they suddenly remembered something and looked at Xie Jun with strange eyes.

Xie Jun pursed his lips slightly and said "hmm" softly.

The expressions of the four people in the team suddenly became strange.

　　One by one, they looked at the young people walking forward, and their eyes began to show a bit of inexplicable amusement.

The young man faced the gazes of several people, his face always calm.

The direction he was going in was different from the direction the five-person team was going, and he passed by the five people.

Neither party said a word.

Until the young man's figure completely disappeared into the black mist.

"he looks like"

After the young man left, someone in the team turned around and looked at them, and said with a slightly strange expression: "We are going to the ruined city that we dare not go to."

“You are so brave to go to such a dangerous place without protection”

“It’s normal for a fledgling son of heaven”

A few people talked for a while, and someone asked Xie Jun: "Lao Xie, should we remind him?

In a place like this, talent and background cannot be regarded as strength, as failure to do so will result in death. "

Xie Jun stood there, his eyes flickering a few times, and he shook his head calmly: "No need.

Since he dared to choose to come in alone, he must have someone to rely on.

At least for the time being, there should be no problem in protecting yourself.

Suffering some losses may not be a bad thing for people like him.

For the sake of Lao Song, we can consider taking him with us in the future.

But now, we still focus on our own tasks. "

"Um."

The few people had no objections, stopped talking, and continued on their way along the planned route.

Lu Yuan tore off the wrapping paper, put a finger-long energy bar into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

At this time, he was standing in front of a dilapidated city.

This city has a towering city wall of more than thirty meters. Although most of it has collapsed and broken, and is shrouded in countless black mist, the once grand posture can still be vaguely seen.

The chance encounter with Xie Jun and his party did not have any impact on Lu Yuan.

After discovering the secret clues hidden in the Wailing Ruins, he is now like a player immersed in a puzzle game.

A large part of the interest lies in discovering the truth behind this secret place.

He was even glad that he refused at the beginning, otherwise he would have missed such an interesting part.

Lu Yuan finished chewing the energy bar and cheated on his stomach.

Trying to contact the outside world with a communicator, but no response.

He didn't care that the road was far away. He moved and quickly moved towards the ruined city in front of him with a calm expression.

As he walked closer, some fragmented and blurry pictures would flash in his mind from time to time.

　　These are the memories about this city that he absorbed from the memories of the farmer monsters.

“@#￥..”

Lu Yuan spit out a few weird syllables.

This is the current pronunciation of this city in [Old Brunt]. Literally translated, it should mean - Maple City.

“My mental power is improving, but it seems to be mixed with some impurities.”

Lu Yuan passed through the completely rotten city gate. While spreading out his mental power to control the undead crow, he gently rubbed his temples with his fingers.

He had discovered this before.

After absorbing the memories of more than a hundred farmer monsters, his [Ancient Brunt language] has been raised to lv2, the progress of [ancient language expert] and [student] professional integration has reached 1%, and his mental power has increased.

Various benefits, but it also brings some side effects.

　　It means that from time to time some messy and unfamiliar memory pictures pop up in my mind.

It's like sand melted into a basin of clear water. When stirred a little, the impurities underneath will float up.

This is a bit unaccustomed to Lu Yuan who has always maintained a pure will.

“We can only wait for the brain to slowly clear itself.”

Lu Yuan imagined that a progress bar would pop up in his mind at this moment, and it said - garbage cleaning in progress

“If you get black beads later, you have to control the absorption.”

Although he didn’t know what the consequences would be if there was too much garbage in his mind, Lu Yuan didn’t think it would be a good thing after thinking about it.

Step into the city a long way.

The alloy boots made crisp footsteps on the gray stone road.

The sound of footsteps was like a pebble falling into water, causing ripples to spread outward.

Soon, the black fog around the road began to billow.

It’s getting more and more intense, as if it’s boiling.

Through the images fed back by the undead crows, Lu Yuan was able to “see”—

Around the main street of the city where he was standing, figures appeared one after another in the thick black fog, running quickly in his direction.

Soon these decaying figures wrapped in rich death aura appeared around Lu Yuan. They were obviously more powerful than the farmer monsters Lu Yuan had encountered before.

There are warriors wearing armor and holding swords or spears in their hands. Every time they take a step, they will bring up the black mist and make a whistling sound.

Lu Yuan looked calm and continued to walk along the main road unhurriedly.

The figures around him gathered to such an extent that a cold weapon surrounded by death was about to fall on him.

Lu Yuancai said in a low voice: "Panic... boiling!"

【Speak to the Dead (Extraordinary)】The first core skill—lv1【Panic Boiling】!

Start!

In an instant, an invisible and twisted force field quietly formed around Lu Yuan.

The flame of fear was silently ignited in the air.

Those death energy monsters that tried to besiege Lu Yuan became sluggish in their movements for a moment, and even tended to retreat and turn around to escape.

The [Clothes of Hades] at level 2 is attached to Lu Yuan.

As he walked, many different afterimages appeared around his body, quickly clearing away the monsters around him.

He strikes out at will, as long as he touches him.

The bodies of these monsters will collapse like building blocks, then quickly weather and disappear. For Lu Yuan, who normally has at least S-level combat power, these monsters whose general strength does not exceed A-level are like weeds.

His hands are sickles.

Raise

Fall.

　　It is like patches of weeds falling over.

Lu Yuan collected the black beads left by these monsters and crushed them one by one.

While mowing, absorb at the same time.

On the [Inform the Dead (Extraordinary)] panel, the experience points of several skills are jumping all the time.

Finally, on the panel, the original lv8 [Death Wind Coil] skill quietly became lv9 (0/25600) after the experience value accumulated to a certain limit.

“Boom!”

The death energy around Lu Yuan suddenly surged, like a blazing black flame burning to full intensity.

His expression moved, and two black wings more than five meters long formed on his back, with edges as sharp as blades.

He suddenly leaned forward and rushed forward, his wings spread out, and his body suddenly slid out of a long black line.

Wherever he passed, the monsters on both sides froze.

Then the body quietly separated from the middle, and then turned into sand.

The fragmented memories in Lu Yuan’s mind never stopped.

The outline of this city called Maple Dew is becoming clearer and fuller.

"Holy Light. Bishop Crow Scourge Death! Death! Death!"

Lu Yuan suddenly stepped into the air, and two huge black wings flapped vigorously.

The black wings condensed by lv9 [dead air entanglement] have made a qualitative leap compared to lv8.

Although it was still unable to support Lu Yuan from soaring in the sky like a bird, it was able to greatly slow down his downward momentum.

Can fall smoothly like gliding.

Lu Yuan, whose mind was filled with countless messy images, rubbed the slightly raised eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and looked down.

Only then did he notice that on the surfaces of many streets and buildings in this ruined city, the same sentence, large and small, was engraved in ancient Ling language—praise death! Praise death! .

Stretching all the way to the end of the main road, in a dilapidated and empty square.

Lu Yuan landed lightly, his feet on the ground.

Looking up, he looked carefully at the sculpture standing in the center of the square.

The aura of death was still surging behind him, and countless figures eroded by the aura of death were still rushing toward him.

His expression was calm, as if he didn't feel anything at all, he just raised his head and watched quietly.

This is a broken and decaying statue.

It looks like a woman wearing an exquisite long dress, with one arm on her chest, and one of her hands seems to be holding something high.

It's a pity that it was broken, and the position above the wrist is empty.

Judging from the lines of her body and arms, this should be an extremely dignified and beautiful goddess.

but.

　　It has a jet-black crow's head.

Lu Yuan noticed an obvious cut mark on his neck, and felt as if the crow's head had been replaced later.

The base of the statue is engraved with a line of words in ancient spiritual language - Praise death, we are all the people of the Crow God.

There are also traces of smearing on the handwriting.

“Crow God Lamashituo? She doesn’t seem to have such a figure.”

Lu Yuan recalled the woman in black dress bathing in the River Styx whom he had seen countless times in Crow's dream.

Compared with the statue in front of me, he is not the same person.

While he was thinking, suddenly

“Boom!”

Directly ahead of the road, three figures slowly appeared.

The leader was covered in a huge and decaying black robe, his head lowered, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand.

To the left and right sides of this figure stood a knight more than two meters tall, wearing black heavy armor and holding a two-handed sword.

The three figures are all wrapped in an extremely rich aura of death, and the intensity of this aura of death is even greater than that of Lu Yuan.

“Walking level? No, not yet walking level.”

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There were bursts of howling wind behind him, and a large amount of death energy gathered towards the square.

Forming a dense and huge cloud, suspended overhead.

Those death-qi monsters that chased them from far away kept appearing, gradually filling the square with water.

The consciousness of all the monsters converged on Lu Yuan, and a bunch of empty and cold eyes enveloped him.

The cold, eerie, decayed, and dilapidated atmosphere came from all directions like a sea wave, and the temperature of the entire square dropped rapidly, gradually reaching freezing point.

Far away on the road, surrounded by this army of corpses, his face was calm without any fluctuation.

"Why"

Suddenly there was a slight sigh in the square.

Following that, Lu Yuan stretched his body outward.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 by this

His body shape continued to rise and grow taller.

The black hair on the top of the head is also growing.

After a few breaths, a surging heat wave spread out in all directions.

A huge figure with a height of 2.5 meters, covered in red, and wildly dancing black hair appeared on the scene.

The black death energy flowed freely on this body like a flame.

Two black wings more than five meters long spread out from behind.

A low, hoarse voice muttered to himself.