Further north of the Northland Coastal Corridor is a desolate land, with hardy woods and bizarre terrain turning it into a paradise for werewolves, ice bears and other creatures, and even more powerful magical creatures linger in the depths of this vast land, such as silver dragons, white dragons, frost giant lords, etc.
Therefore, although the road to the Eastern Exile is the result of the adventurers of the past generations and avoids the most dangerous areas, caravans and pedestrians walking on these roads will still encounter various attacks from time to time, casting a bloody chaos on the north, known as the paradise of outlaws.
In the Ice Moon, this area had long been covered with a patch of white, even the perennial dark green trees were covered with pure white gauze, at a glance, there was no trace of variegation at all, if you stare at them for a long time, you would not even be able to open your eyes.
But on the road where the rolled out car marks were not covered by snowflakes in the sky, shocking clumps of blood were smeared, and weapons such as long swords, spears, and giant hammers discarded at random indicated that fierce battles had taken place here.
Following the footprints on the ground and leaving the avenue, heading straight north, you will see an endless primeval forest, and deep in the forest, there is a hidden gap leading to the ground, and at the end of it is a fairly wide underground cave.
In the underground cave, torches were inserted into the stone walls, making the whole place brightly lit, but the flames burning on these torches were extremely strange and pale, as if there was no temperature at all, no soul of their own, and a dead silence!
Pale light sprinkled down from the torches and shone on the black-robed men who were crawling on the ground in the cave, setting them off terrifyingly.
These black-robed men had their foreheads close to the ground, and it was clear from the features of their bodies and flanks that they did not all belong to the human race, there were werewolves with long cheek hair, orcs with obvious signs of various beasts, and frost giants occupying a large area......
They were motionless, like dead corpses, and in the center of their worship was an altar of bones, and a man in a black robe with pale flames jumping in his eyes stood in front of the altar, quietly staring at the mysterious patterns that exuded a strong breath of death, and at the giant scythes placed on the altar that symbolized the harvest of life.
"Birth means the beginning of death, and that is the ending we can never escape......"
The man in black robe suddenly raised his hands and chanted an inexplicable prayer loudly, and a pale flame burning quietly rose above the altar.
"Birth means the beginning of death......"
The black-robed people who looked like corpses finally moved, and the hoarse buzzing sound caused their bodies to tremble slightly.
The voice of the high priest at the front is very mysterious, and the extreme fanaticism is manifested as extreme coldness: "Compared with the long time after death, life is short and meaningless, only darkness, coldness and death are the eternal themes......"
"We will eventually return to decay, and our souls can only avoid slow destruction by entering the kingdom of death and rest......"
The high priest's gaze gradually emptied: "Today we will offer a sacrifice to our Lord and our own lives, so that the soul may be supported and truly endure!"
"I am willing to dedicate my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul......" The black-robed men seemed to be hypnotized, and their voices were numb and undulating.
Hearing their answers, the high priest breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, and he sent a group of devout believers to the Lord to manifest the true meaning of death.
At that time, you will receive the double sublimation of life and soul, becoming a powerful existence comparable to legendary magicians and epic knights!
Thinking of this, he only felt that the pale flame of death in his heart was "burning" more and more violently and strangely, faintly "burning" a world of death that seemed to exist in his mind and surroundings, filled with an extremely peaceful world full of undead creatures.
"This is indeed a sign that I am getting closer and closer to the Lord, and I have been able to vaguely sense the great and sacred paradise of death, and when my perception of it becomes extremely clear, it is my opportunity to gain essential transcendence!"
At this time, the sleeping humans around the altar woke up, some of them dressed gorgeously, some of them were wearing leather armor, no different from the caravans walking on the Beidi trade road.
"You, what are you going to do?" Some people accused in panic.
"Damn robber, will you pay the price for attacking us?" Some people are still in a state of anger.
"Please, let us go, all the goods and money belong to you, and killing us is useless to you." Some people noticed the abnormality from the strangeness around them, and their whole bodies trembled.
The high priest raised his head, and pale flames jumped out of his deep, dark eyes, and as soon as he saw these two flames, those humans were paralyzed and could no longer make the slightest sound.
"Go to the middle of the altar and give your life to the Lord." The high priest made a sound that did not fluctuate on the tablet.
The faces of these merchants and mercenaries were extremely pale and full of fear, but they could not resist the high priest's order at all, stood up like a demon, and walked involuntarily to the center of the altar.
The man who walked to the pale flame first picked up the black scythe with trembling hands, his eyes full of fear, fear, despair and madness, but his hand still cut his own throat with this seemingly weightless giant scythe.
There was a hideous wound on his throat, but not a drop of blood spurted out, his whole body quickly withered, his skin was wrinkled, and he turned into a dry corpse in a short moment, and there seemed to be something transparent floating out of his body, thrown into the "pale flame".
The pale flame suddenly became a little higher, and the edge of the black scythe had a deep red and near-black mark.
The high priest felt a heartfelt pleasure that surpassed any pleasure, even without the improvement of strength and the Lord's reward, which made him long for the ceremony.
The world of death faintly revealed in his mind and in the surrounding space became a little clearer.
"My ascension has gone further, closer to the Lord...... the high priest groaned to himself, but no one in the entire underground cavern noticed his gaffe.
One by one, the sacrifices harvested their own lives, making the pale flames grow more and more vigorous, as if they were about to jump out of the altar.
"Come, show your piety, life is short, death is eternal!" The high priest turned around abruptly and solemnly worshipped the tunnel.
The voices of the black-robed men changed, and they said enthusiastically: "I am willing to dedicate my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul......"
This frenzied atmosphere made the death scythe seem to sense, making a buzzing sound that flew from the altar and hovered over the top of the underground cavern.
"I am willing to dedicate my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul!"
The black-robed men prayed in unison again, but no longer in answer, but in a heartfelt request.
There was a deep red scythe at the edge of the blade that seemed to absorb all the light, making the entire underground cave dark, and only the pale flame in the center was unaffected.
The giant scythe suddenly fell, just falling into the pale flames, at this time, the bodies of those in black robes shook in unison, their eyes lost all brilliance, as if something important was sucked into the flames.
The pale flames suddenly expanded, submerging the entire underground cavern, and the skin of those in black robes began to rot, dark red flames jumped out of their eyes, and they turned into undead creatures in an instant!
The high priest was even more happy, he could no longer distinguish what was the material world and what was the paradise of death, and he only felt that his soul had been greatly sublimated.
"Great Lord of Death, please enjoy your sacrifice!" He called out loudly, and the undead creatures in the cave also raised their arms, like a lush forest.
The pale flames converged and condensed, leaving only the size of a person, but an illusory gate appeared in the center.
The gate opened, and a monster in a black cloak appeared in the flames, behind it was a plain where countless undead roamed, and at its feet was a palace made of various white bones.
This monster is like the embodiment of death, making it impossible to look directly at, because it will immediately lose all life as soon as it sees it, but fortunately, it cannot step out of this pale flame and cannot let death envelop the world.
The high priest only felt that his soul was floating, as if he had improved his essence, so he couldn't extricate himself even more.
"My strength has increased again! My soul has been sublimated again!"
The monster in the black cloak looked outside, and a trace of abnormal fluctuations suddenly appeared in its pale and empty eyes, and then, its body separated from another self like looking in a mirror, but both of them only had half of their past breath.
The separated death monster burst into pale flames, devouring itself as well, and then connected with the surrounding flames and altars.
With the strange sound of the spell emitted by the monster's remaining body, the flames rolled violently, condensing into the appearance of a substantive gate, and gradually stained with rich blood.
Rumble!
When the gate appeared blurry, an unimaginable chaotic and killing aura emanated, so the sky outside sounded with a rare winter thunder, and the entire cave began to shake violently, causing the entire vast earth to shake.
The high priest suddenly found that his soul had ascended to the extreme, and the world of death around him and in his mind was completely clear.
"Did I succeed?"
He was ecstatic in his heart, so he prepared to merge himself with the world of death and gain the power of the legend, but at this time, the world of death disappeared, and a ball of flesh that he didn't know how many eyes, how many heads, and how many hands and feet were put together appeared in front of him.
After seeing this ball of meat, the high priest only felt that his soul had completely changed, and his ability to think quickly disappeared.
"No!"
He finally let out a wail of anger and fear, his body became strangely shaped, and thick black tentacles grew.
In the capital of the Northland Coastal Corridor, the "Burning Lady" stood up and looked into the distance, she felt the ultimate evil and chaos emerging there!
"Herculi, what happened?" She quickly contacted the "Lord of Qi" Hercule.
Herculi, who was floating on the top of the Magic Tower, held the crystal ball and said in a solemn tone: "The will of the abyss is about to come, we must stop it immediately, I have notified the council."
This kind of thing can only be handled by at least one great arcanist, and Helen of Palmera Hut is guarding Alinge - if the will of the abyss really comes, even if his injuries are not healed, it will be an extremely terrifying thing, and this time there is no divine descent to beat him back! And who knows if he will blow himself up on a whim and destroy the entire northern land.
(End of this chapter)