The Rise of the Cemetery

The undead world, deviating from a desolate place 3000 meters away from Stratholme, a brand-new mysterious altar stands silently on the cold wind and frozen soil.

Surrounding the altar is an elite cemetery licking patrol patrol team. In the distance, the sky can be seen bats flying around. Four tall and mighty semi-illusory necromancers hold the huge death scythe to divide the four corners, silently guarding the thin human figure on the pestle altar.

This is a mysterious guy with a black cloak.

He lowered his head, letting the shadow of his hood cover him tightly. Even with the cold wind of Ling Xun in the undead world, the cloth cloak could not be moved, as if there was only a phantom.

Utterly, the mysterious figure moved.

He deflected his head as if listening to something with his ears. Immediately, two inexplicable ghost fires lit up in the shadow of the deep hood.

When he reached out and brushed off the hood above his head, a white cannon skull was revealed in this gloomy and cold world.

As a noble cemetery owner, Heberel, the holy light skeleton, no longer has to perform those dangerous missions. As a member of the necropolis, under the personal arrangement of the owner of the cemetery, today he deliberately turned from the dark city to the corner of this deserted undead world, which is a special card for the battle of Stratholme, here Play your role.

Everything is ready, everything is ready, waiting for orders from afar.

As a veteran cemetery owner, he has his own eyes and ears at the forefront of the war, and he knows everything about what happened there. However, when he opened this card and how to open it still had to obey the arrangement of the cemetery master, so he could only wait, wait ...

But it didn't take him too long to wait. The appearance of the legendary lich and the massive pressure of the Undead Legion undoubtedly touched the tipping point of the necropolis, and a clear soul command poured into the soul node of Hebril.

The instructions are sent directly from the owner of the cemetery.

After verifying the soul of the soul, the Holy Skeleton waved and ordered the surrounding guards to enter the highest state. Then he knelt down on the one-legged knees in front of the altar, and began a strangely murmured prayer. In front of him, at the top of the altar, the enshrined enchantment is the emblem of Tyr, the **** of justice in Klein.

It doesn't take much power, the Holy Light Skeleton smoothly connected to the vast network of faith in the endless distance. The blasphemy priest's talent would allow him to disguise himself as a devout believer of Tyre in an instant, avoiding the undulating consciousness ripple that scans the entire belief network over and over again, and stays in the system of the belief network Sensually raising his level, approaching the divine brilliance of the core of the high belief network bit by bit.

Wandering in a network system composed of crisscross divine power channels, you can hear countless overlapping murmurs of prayers at every moment, just like a magic sound, but it is difficult to distinguish the identity and content of prayer objects. And in the center of the entire belief system, a source of pure divine power that exists like the sun exudes endless dignity and power.

Hebril did not dare to look directly at this source of divine power, but only slowly walked outside the network of faith. If he changed to his usual daily life, he would hide in the edge of the network and pretend to be an ordinary clerical staff to steal some magic power. But not today, he will have more important things to do today.

To achieve this, he needs to be closer to the source of divine power than ever before!

The closer to that piece of divine brilliance, the more severe the divine burn suffered by Cyberil. Although he can disguise the state of his soul, he can't change the nature of his undead creatures, and he should take no less damage. Even many times, the soul is in such a strong sense of justice, and his consciousness wanders a little.

This is a manifestation that his ontological consciousness cannot withstand the invasion of divine power. If he stays longer, I am afraid that even his ontological consciousness far away in the undead world will be completely melted in this divine radiance.

As a blasphemous priest, he went in and out of the gods' belief system and secretly stolen a little divine power from it. This is arguably his best daily activity. But never once did he dare to elevate himself so close to the power of the God of Justice. It is no exaggeration to say that in front of him, perhaps only three or four more classes need to be promoted, and he can touch a god's body like never before.

But it is these three or four steps, but he can't cross it forever!

In the node of the belief system, there are not many light spots that can be in the class of Hebril. Converted to the secular world, how can it be the rank of a bishop. Therefore, his arrival undoubtedly also aroused the attention of the entire belief system.

When the divine and mighty grand consciousness extended towards the spot where he was, the disguise of Hebril projection consciousness instantly turned to ashes under the burning of divine glory.

"Undead!"

"Undead!"

"..."

"..."

The ambiguous and condensed will will recognize the origin of his soul almost at the moment when the holy light skull disguised and disappeared, and he was at a loss for this unexpected situation, and all kinds of surprise calls came one after another. Of course, many of them responded quickly. Almost while identifying the origin of the Holy Light Skeleton, a lot of Holy Light rushed to his soul node.

Incredible!

An undead creature was actually mixed into the belief system of a genuine deity.

If such a paradox is passed on, it will be enough to laugh off the teeth of all clergymen, of course, the premise is that this clergyman is not a believer in the **** of justice Tyre.

There is no need to promote mobilization at all. Under the leadership of three or two high-level leaders, the endless power of justice is swept toward Hebril like a storm. In the face of such horrible and pure pure justice, even the legendary lich will be "purified" in an instant!

It is a pity that Hebril, the skeleton of the Holy Light, who had been prepared for a long time, deserves to blaspheme the title of priest, and the skill of applying oil on the soles of his feet is a must. The body was motionless in the distant undead world, but the projected consciousness began to jump quickly and frequently. At its feet, the entire belief system is like an undefended city, allowing it to shuttle back and forth, drawing a tide of holy light around.

However, after all, the belief system is a channel network built purely by believers of the Tyre, the **** of justice. When all soul nodes are aware of the invasion of the cult and begin to resonate with the central source of divine power, the space where Hebril can jump is Reduce it quickly.

Seeing that the machine was not good, Hebril didn't dare to delay anymore. After the projection of consciousness shouted "Overthrow all false gods!", He quickly returned to the body following the faint connection with the flesh. At the same time, driven by the consciousness of a few red cardinals, the sacred glory that was completely irritated did not hesitate to chase away the thousands of endless voids, vowing to purify this abominable undead .

At the same time, the scene of the blasphemous ceremony of the Undead Realm, which is thousands of miles away, has also become turbulent and illusory.

Although the sacred radiant power has not yet emerged across the border, the tentacles of that great power have followed the clear mark left by Hebril into the undead realm.

For tens of thousands of years, the decay of the vitality caused by the passing of the plane's origin has long left the undead world unrecovered, and the power of higher-order rules such as pure divine power is completely gone. Therefore, when the pure and sacred power appeared in the undead world, the space where the blasphemy ritual was boiling.

The ever-changing, thick, lead-gray clouds above the sky seemed to encounter some kind of repulsion, drifting away from the place at a rapid speed. The rare clear sky dome is almost translucent, and the power of the plane rules of countless surging waves actually has a trend of modernization under the guidance of pure divine power.

If this is a normal and perfect plane world, the power of these intertwined plane rules should appear in the form of a long river of origin, flowing and flowing, endlessly. Judging from the power of the plane rules manifested by the Undead Realm at this time, the origin of the long river has long been fragmented, and the indelible streams are like babbling streams, and there are many rules that have been missing, making people suddenly look at a sense of loss of soul .

At this time, if someone is willing to comprehend it, they will surely be able to experience a deeper level of strength from the power of these stupid and moving plane rules. It's a pity that at the scene of the blasphemy ritual, there were already flying dogs and cats, wolves and sprints, and there were dead figures running away in panic.

The only Holy Light Skeleton with the ability to grasp the power of the rules was like a raccoon cat with a burning tail. The projection of consciousness had just returned to the body, and he panicked out a hearthstone and disappeared instantly.

His figure had just disappeared, and the powerful divine power had broken through the barriers of the plane and broke out in the undead world.

Light invasion.

This may be a trivial matter like sesame and green beans for ordinary planes, but for the undead world that has been infested by the rich negative energy, it is not hesitant to pour a scoop of cold water into the tumbling oil pot.

Almost at the same time that the Holy Light flooded in, half of the Undead World was boiling.

In terms of plane size alone, the Undead Realm is a large plane far beyond the Klein Continent. The small half of the Undead Realm infected by the Holy Light already has a plane space no less than that of the Klein Continent. All the undead within the scope of this Holy Light's infection will flow from the instinct of the soul to a sense of disgust and disgust, and then evolve into unforgettable hatred and tyranny.

No matter what the undead were doing at the moment, then the next moment must be turning around and running wildly towards the place where the Holy Light erupted.

One is the case, the other is the case ... When all the undead rushed out of the nest and ran towards the distance, a wave that swept across the whole area appeared.

As a result, the undead riot that Li Xun once saw happened again.