Lord of the Oasis Chapter 254: .Resurrected Divine Lich

Sgt. Rhodok is slightly short of breath.

But without making any assertions, he slowly backed away from the opened door.

Although the light of the torches can only shine a dozen meters around, the walls in this hall are decorated with gilt and glazed ornaments, so the torches almost illuminate the entire hall of the temple.

It also showed the bones and skeletons all over the ground before their eyes.

Bone is scattered throughout the room.

Layer upon layer.

Bone on top of bones, skulls on top of skeletons, pale white, and faintly visible linen or velvet fabrics, but they are all tattered, adding a bit of eerie.

The Rhodok sergeants looked at each other and backed away from the hall.

They withdraw in the alleyway.

The last sergeant turned his head and left. He needed to report the situation to Kant.

Have not left the alley, though.

New torches appeared at the stone gate outside, and more sergeants of Rhodok entered.

There is also Kant surrounded and protected.

"Calm down."

Kant frowned, seeing this sergeant Rhodok's abnormally anxious appearance, he couldn't help but clenched his heart slightly, and asked him in a deep voice: "What's the matter, what did you find in the temple?"

"Lord Lord, there are skeletons everywhere!" the sergeant reported quickly.

"Skull?"

Kant's eyes shrank instantly.

What comes to mind is the low-level skeleton infantry in the undead race.

Wearing armor that has long been damaged, holding weapons made of ribs or thigh bones, some finer iron weapons that may have rusted or broken, flashing the blue soul fire in the eye sockets of the skull, Only bones remain in the tomb, still manipulated by evil and brought back to life, ancient warrior desecrated by evil.

Although these skeleton soldiers with only skeletons have extremely low combat effectiveness, the undead race is precisely controlling a large number of skeleton soldiers to drown the enemy with human sea tactics, otherwise the famous undead natural disaster will not occur!

"Stay vigilant!"

Kant commanded in a deep voice.

The soldiers who were still pouring in behind them quickly retreated and spread their guard around the pyramid.

In such a small area, so many soldiers come in, it can only be a burden.

As an elite unit, they of course know that the number of people is small and the elite is valuable, so Sergeant Rhodok, who is good at foot combat and protection, came in separately, holding a broad shield to block in front of Kant.

They walked briskly in the alley, pushing open the gilded wooden door with exquisite patterns.

Kant's eyes narrowed instantly.

"This..."

His words cannot describe the horrific images he has seen so far.

It's really a skeleton!

As shocked as Sergeant Rhodok felt.

Skulls and skeletons are stacked all over the floor. In the nearly 2,000-square-meter hall, there are scattered and folded bones everywhere.

Even Kant could vaguely see that there should be dozens of rows of seats in the hall through the reflected firelight, but they were all submerged by these bones. The highest place was the high platform at the end of the hall. The skeletons were stacked close to each other. half a meter.

According to the estimation of so many bones, at least 5000+ people must die here to form.

"It was a massacre."

The mages opened their mouths slightly and said slowly: "The aura here is the gloomy and cold remnants of the dead, with resentment and a curse on the living, even after thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years, it still exists."

"It's terrifying." Sergeants Roddock whispered as well.

The people close to 5000+ were all slaughtered in this hall, how could it not be scary?

They are from Calradia.

Although there were many wars, there was absolutely no massacre on this scale.

This is equivalent to a massacre level, a genocide level massacre, which has rarely occurred in Calradia since historical records were recorded.

Even in the World of War, where the Ainfath Empire is located, the slaughter of 5,000 people at one time is equally terrifying.

Now appears before Kant.

Slightly narrowed his eyes, his expression calmed down.

It's not that he didn't know about the massacres of hundreds of thousands of millions in previous lives.

Compared to the troops recruited by these systems, Kant from reality undoubtedly has more knowledge, but he suddenly saw the massacre of nearly 5,000+ people, and he was a little uneasy. As he adjusted his inner mood, he quickly recovered.

"It's okay though."

The mages spoke in a calm tone: "These skeletons have lost their souls and have no possibility of becoming undead."

Kant nods his head, but looks forward.

"What is that, an... old man?"

He looks at the end of the hall.

It was a half-meter-high stone platform on which a small statue of a **** was placed.

You can vaguely see the linen and velvet ornaments all around. Since they have not been touched for thousands of years, although they are badly damaged, you can vaguely see the mysterious sun **** pattern on them.

In front of the statue is an old man sitting on a golden chair.

He wears a robe woven with gold threads, and the ornamentation is more complicated than that of the woman in the golden coffin of Kant in the ruins. At the same time, there is a scepter made of gold in the arms, and the crown-like gold is on the top of the head. crown.

A high-ranking person without a doubt.

"There is negative energy in it."

The mage reminds: "There may be a little danger."

"A little danger?" Kant was satisfied with the word: "Then there is no danger?"

"Be careful," the mage said.

Kant looked at the old man with white eyebrows, his face still calm.

Since it is a little danger, it means that there is not much danger. Naturally, Kant will not be too nervous, but he will not let down his guard either, turning his head to Sergeant Rhodok and saying, "I need someone to investigate."

"I'm going!"

Without any hesitation, the two Rhodok sergeants stood up and strode forward with their broad shields like tortoise shells on their backs.

Holding a two-handed machete like an axe and halberd, raising both arms in parallel, aiming the pointed spear at the old man sitting on the golden chair and holding the golden scepter, stepping on the layers of bones, accompanied by With the sound of crackling bones being smashed, he slowly stepped forward.

The Rhodok sergeants behind them raised their shields one after another and carefully blocked them on both sides of Kant. Only the solid broad shield in their hands could give them peace of mind.

Four more Ravenston Rangers come in.

With a solemn face, he raised the heavy bow in his hand, attached a cone-headed arrow, and aimed faintly at the sitting old man.

They were equally disturbed.

The wizards raise their staffs, and the few magic bullets left are ready.

The two Rhodok sergeants took slow steps.

The sound of Kala's bones breaking can be heard incessantly, even under his feet, there is a faint blue light flickering in the skeletons, and as they step on, it slowly extinguishes like a phosphorous fire.

Thousands of years are too long.

It grows to the point where even the undead will be wiped out.

But when the two Rhodok sergeants were about to approach the stone platform, with their heavy long-handled machetes in the shape of an axe and halberd, less than 2 meters away from the old man's body, a cold golden light slowly appeared on the stone. top of the table.

Like a slowly falling catkin, it appeared above the old man's head.

"Come back! That's a soul spell!"

The mages next to Kant shouted suddenly.

And right at the stone platform, the two Rhodok sergeants did not hesitate at all, and immediately turned around and ran back.

Although the broad shield behind them is like a tortoise shell, it can completely block the enemy's attack, so these Rhodok sergeants dare to point their backs at the enemy, and in fact, if they use both hands The posture of the weapon is to fight, and the back is the area with the strongest defense!

Sometimes they are injured. In order to prevent the formation from being destroyed, they will turn their backs and use the broad shield on their backs as a low wall to block the enemy's attack. The effect is very good.

But the expected soul attack didn't come.

The seven mages still looked solemn, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Kant looked at the stone platform.

Golden catkins fluttered, and the old man with white hair and beard made a slight movement.

The golden scepter was originally leaning against the old man's arms, but now it moves slowly with his movements, as if he was trying to fall to the ground. The situation is urgent.

But just as it fell, a wrinkled old hand grabbed it.

"Human."

The old man raised his head slowly, his tone was rusty and indifferent.

After he spoke, he did not continue to speak. Instead, he quietly meditated for three or five seconds before raising his head again and looking at Kant, who was in the middle and was protected: "Human noble."

"I am." Kant stepped forward and asked with his knight's sword, "What's your name?"

"Lowly slave."

But the old man seemed to be provoked, his eyes were gray and white, and the entire pale and wrinkled old face also showed anger: "Kneel down and pay tribute to me, who can allow you to stand Dare to look directly at me, look directly at the esteemed Pope of the Sun God Cult!"

His anger seemed to communicate the surrounding rules, the temperature rose slightly, the dust on the surrounding walls kept falling, and those gold foils emitted subtle golden light, like dazzling lights, completely illuminating the hall.

But a gloomy wind blows through it.

With resentment and a vicious curse, he quickly circled the room.

Kant and the others can clearly feel the rising temperature and then falling again~IndoMTL.com~ A slight wind blew through them, but more wind rushed towards the old man who claimed to be the Pope, whistling and blowing him On the body, that gold woven clothes.

At the same time, the gray and white in the eyes of the old man became more and more obvious. Sitting on the golden chair, he fell into some kind of memory-like dazedness: "This is... oh, it's you... why don't you... I think of it. The final battle... the sanctuary was attacked... the betrayal of mankind... the end of the entire age of the gods!"

He muttered slowly, and the gray in his eyes became more and more obvious.

In the end, the golden glow that was still in his eyes disappeared completely.

And the sun **** pattern between the eyebrows turned from golden to blood, reflecting the dense bloodshot in the gray-white eyes. Looking at Kant and the others, his eyes were full of resentment and hatred: "Humans, traitors to the gods! "

"Whoosh-"

A scorching gust of wind surges instantly.

The terrifying force instantly blew up the skeletons in the entire hall.