Chapter 2403 The abyss descends, the loneliest god-like creature

The voice of the high priest at the front was very mysterious, and his extreme fanaticism showed the most extreme coldness. His indifferent eyes were devoid of any emotions that humans should have, and were full of the breath of death.

"Compared with the long period after death, life is short and meaningless. Only darkness, coldness and death are the eternal themes..."

"We will eventually decay, and our souls can only avoid their slow demise by entering the realm of death's sleep!"

The high priest's eyes gradually became hollow, filled with a thick black mist that could swallow up all life and light.

"Today we will offer sacrifices to our Lord, as well as our own lives, so that the soul can be supported and truly last forever!"

"I am willing to dedicate my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul..."

Those men in black robes seemed to be hypnotized, their voices responded numbly and without fluctuations. They had no souls and wills of their own, and were just puppets.

Hearing their answers, the high priest breathed a long sigh of relief. This time he sent a group of devout believers to the Lord so that the true meaning of death could be revealed. According to the "Soul Sacrifice" given to him by the Lord, in this way As he gets closer to the Lord, he will get rid of his mortal body and soul and transform into a real messenger of death. At that time, he will be able to obtain the double sublimation of life and soul, and become a powerful being comparable to the legendary magician and the epic knight!

Thinking of this, the high priest, who was full of evil and dark aura, felt that the pale flame of death in his heart was burning more intensely and strangely, burning faintly in his mind and around him, creating a vague world of death, filled with immortals. A world of extreme tranquility for living creatures.

"This is indeed a sign of getting closer and closer to the Lord. I can already vaguely sense the great and sacred paradise of death. When my sense of it becomes extremely clear, it will be my chance to obtain essential transcendence!"

The high priest prayed crazily and devoutly. He was like a fanatical believer and like a devil full of desires, wanting to use countless innocent lives to achieve greatness.

At this time, the sleeping humans on the ground around the altar woke up. Some of them were wearing leather armor, some were wearing fine clothes, there were men and women, old and young, tall and short, fat and thin, these humans They are all members of the caravan. They walk around the northern land where aliens live all year round and earn gold by selling goods. Although the profits are high, the risks are also extremely high. If you are not careful, you will be attacked by various kinds of attacks. , belongs to a group of people who lick blood from the edge of the knife all the year round. This time they were attacked by these black-robed men. The entire caravan became prisoners and was about to be sacrificed to the master of this group of black-robed people.

"You, what are you going to do?"

Some people accused these men in black robes in panic and astonishment, their eyes full of uneasiness.

"Damn robber, are you going to pay for attacking us?"

Some people are still in a state of anger and do not recognize their current situation at all. Their anger has overwhelmed their reason and wisdom.

"Please, please let us go. All the goods and money belong to you, and killing us will be of no use to you."

Some people noticed something abnormal from the weird things around them, and their whole bodies shivered, and they huddled up, begging for mercy in horror.

The high priest raised his head, and pale flames definitely jumped out of his deep and dark eyes. When he saw these two flames, those humans were paralyzed and could no longer make a sound.

"Go to the altar and give your life to the Lord."

The high priest made an extremely indifferent voice, without any trace of temperature or fluctuation, and quietly looked at these humans with different behaviors, not as if they were looking at life, but as if they were looking at sacrificial food.

There was an irresistible magical power in the voice of the high priest. The faces of these merchants and mercenaries were extremely pale and full of fear, but they were completely unable to resist the high priest's order. They stood up like a man possessed and walked to the altar involuntarily. Go to the center.

The man who was the first to walk to the pale flame picked up the black scythe with trembling hands. His eyes were full of fear, fear, despair and madness, but his hand was still unusually calm and used the weightless scythe to cut. into his own throat. There was a hideous wound on his throat, but not a drop of blood spurted out. The whole body quickly withered, the skin wrinkled, and turned into a mummy in a short moment, and something transparent seemed to float out of his body. Plunged into the pale flame.

The pale flame suddenly grew a little taller, and there was a trace of deep red and almost black on the edge of the black sickle. The high priest felt a kind of joy from the heart, which was an experience that exceeded any enjoyment. Even without the improvement of strength and the Lord's reward, this kind of joy could make him eager to perform the ceremony. The world of death that was faintly revealed in the mind and the surrounding space became a little clearer.

“My ascension has gone one step further and I am closer to the Lord!”

The high priest groaned to himself, but no one in the entire underground cave noticed his gaffe. Each of the sacrifices harvested their own lives, making the pale flames grow stronger, as if they were about to jump out of the altar.

"Come on, show your piety, life is short, death is eternal!"

The high priest suddenly turned around and worshiped solemnly. His eyes were full of madness and confusion, and he looked at the people in black robes kneeling on the ground. His voice was full of the magical power of bewitchment.

The voices of the men in black robes changed, and they spoke piously with extreme fanaticism, not caring about their own lives at all.

"I am willing to dedicate my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul!"

This fanatical atmosphere made the Death Scythe seem to sense it. It made a buzzing sound, flew up from the altar, and hovered on the roof of the underground cave.

"I am willing to dedicate my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul!"

These men in black robes prayed in unison again, but it was no longer an answer, but a request from the heart. There was a crimson scythe on the edge of the death scythe that seemed to absorb all the light, turning the entire underground cave into darkness. Only the pale flame in the center was not affected.

The giant scythe fell suddenly and just fell into the pale flame. At this time, the bodies of those in black robes all shook, and their eyes lost all brilliance, as if something important was sucked into the flame. The pale flames expanded at once, flooding the entire underground cave, 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 became even more happy. He could no longer distinguish between the material world and the paradise of death. He only felt that his soul had been greatly sublimated.

"O great Lord of Death, please enjoy your sacrifice!"

The high priest shouted crazily, and the undead creatures in the cave also raised their arms, like a lush forest. The pale flame suddenly shrank, condensed and condensed until it was only the size of a person, but an illusory door appeared in the center.

The door opened, and a monster wearing a black cloak appeared in the flames. Behind it was the plain where countless undead creatures roamed, and at its feet were palaces made of various bones. This monster is like the incarnation of death, making it impossible for people to look directly at it, because it will immediately lose all life when it sees it. Fortunately, it cannot step out of this pale flame and cannot let death envelope the world.

The high priest felt that his soul was wandering, and it seemed that his essence had improved, so he couldn't help himself, and shouted almost madly.

"My strength has increased again! My soul has been sublimated again!"

The monster in a black cloak looked outside, and suddenly there was an abnormal fluctuation in its pale and hollow eyes. Then, its body separated another self like looking in a mirror, but both of them only had half of the aura of the past. . The separated death monster suddenly burned with pale flames, swallowed itself up, and then became connected with the surrounding flames and altars.

Following the weird incantation sounds coming from the monster's remaining body, the flames rolled violently, condensing into the shape of a physical door, and gradually became rich in blood.

"boom!"

When the door appeared blurred, an unimaginable chaotic and murderous atmosphere was emitted. Then, a rare winter thunder sounded in the sky outside, and the entire cave began to vibrate violently, causing the entire vast land to shake.

The high priest suddenly found that his soul had been elevated to the extreme, and the world of death around him and in his mind was completely clear.

"Did I succeed?"

The high priest's heart was filled with ecstasy, his blood was boiling, and his whole person was in a state of excitement. He was preparing to merge himself with the world of death, hoping to gain power comparable to the legendary level, but at this moment, the world of death suddenly disappeared. , a ball of flesh made up of who knows how many eyes, heads, hands and feet appeared in front of him. After seeing this ball of flesh, the high priest felt that his soul had completely changed and his ability to think quickly disappeared.

"No!"

The high priest finally let out a howl of anger and fear, his eyes revealed incomparable despair, his body became grotesque, and thick black tentacles grew out.

In Kerswick, the capital of the Northland coastal corridor, Lady Burning stood up and looked into the distance. She felt that extreme evil and chaos was emerging there! She quickly contacted Hercules, the Lord of Air.

"Hercules, what happened?"

Hercule, who was floating at the top of the magic tower, was holding a crystal ball and said solemnly with a solemn look on his face.

"The will of the abyss is trying to come. We must stop it immediately. I have already informed the council."

This kind of thing requires at least a great arcanist to handle it. If the will of the abyss really comes, even if his injury has not healed, it will be an extremely terrifying thing. This time, there will be no divine magic to beat him back! And who knows whether this chaotic god with no rational brain will explode on his own whim and destroy the entire Northland.

City in the Sky, the 33rd floor of Arlinge Magic Tower. After receiving the report from Hercules, the Lord of Air, the ice witch Helen directly activated the dark red magic circle hidden in the desk. The lines in it were twisted and winding, both like earthworms and human hearts.

The dark red light shone brightly, and the Arlinge Magic Tower Taling Prosper's voice, which used to be lively and lively, became deep and solemn.

"Activate emergency plan three, connecting to all demiplanes."

Two seconds later, a dark red light curtain spread out around Helen, forming a total of fifteen pictures. There were secret realms that were no different from the real world, there were also electromagnetic kingdoms, there were gardens where the human mind was constantly changing, and there were also colorful and vast scenes. universe.

"Except for the few who have not returned home, a total of fifteen and a half planes have opened and responded."

Talling Prosper still reported the situation to the Grand Arcanist Helen in a solemn and solemn voice. The legendary magicians of the Magic Council will connect their demiplane to the Arlinge Magic Tower, so that the legendary magicians can finally Return to Arlinge through the demiplane as quickly as possible to protect this base camp of magicians.

Ice Witch Helen had a calm expression and gave concise instructions.

"The will of the abyss tried to descend on the Northland, but before we could stop it, I suggested that at least three great arcanists go there, including me."

Helen's suggestion is to prevent accidents. Even if you fall into a trap or it is difficult to stop the will of the abyss from coming, this strength is enough to escape safely. You must know that even if the will of the abyss is injured again, it is still a god-like existence. It can be done below the third level of the legend. To the instant kill.

If the Will of Chaos was in good condition, Helen would not suggest that the Great Arcanist go, but directly stated that it must be dealt with at the legendary peak. Although the legendary third-level magician relies on strange magic or equipment, he can still escape when facing a god. I hope, but this kind of thing is still too dangerous. Who would be willing to try it unless necessary?

In addition, as the legend behind Palmela's cabin, Helen Paris did not shirk and directly expressed her willingness to go and deal with it. After all, if she, the de facto ruler of the North, was not willing to take the risk to prevent the will of the abyss from coming, Other great arcanists have to weigh the risks.

Helen's decisiveness prevented any wrangling in the temporary supreme council meeting. Douglas's calm and honest voice echoed in the top level of Arlinge, full of responsibility and sense of responsibility.

"Facing the will of the abyss, we have to have two legendary peaks. Moreover, it happened suddenly. I was worried about some conspiracy, so I went to the Northland with Fernando, Lucien, and Helen to stop it. Brooke and Hathaway took over Helen's guard. Aline, the rest of the people stay where they are, stay alert, and be careful not to lose contact."

"good."

Without any hesitation, Lucien agreed to Douglas's suggestion and entered Arlinge through the demiplane. Fernando's figure had already appeared in Helen's study. His temper was always irritable and eager.

Since the coastal corridor of Northland is far away from Arlinge, the teleportation array is faster than the space jump, so Douglas, Lucien and others teleported directly to the Magic Council branch in Kerswick.

Top of the tower. The prophet Begna looked at the darkening sky and said to himself.

"There is a meteor shower tonight, does it mean something?"

The falling point of this meteor shower was the depths of the endless ocean, so Bergner did not pay attention to this astrological phenomenon at first. After briefly interpreting the meaning of destiny it symbolized, he threw it aside. However, thinking back on it at this time, there were some ups and downs in his heart. .

Ivan Vincent looked up at the place, feeling the chaotic atmosphere, frowning slightly, looking at Natasha who was dining with him, lowered his head and thought for a moment, with a trace of apologetic look in his blue eyes, said softly.

"Natasha, I'm sorry that I can't continue to dine with you this time. Some unexpected situations have occurred in the North. Arlinge's strength is lacking. Some people may not be able to sit still. I need to go and deal with it!"

Natasha was like a violet in full bloom, a bright and bright smile bloomed on her pretty face, she clenched her fist and said with high spirits.

"Go, Ivan!"

"You are my Natasha's man. Don't hesitate when encountering anything. Now I am just a golden knight and cannot accompany you on adventures. When I am promoted to an epic knight, I will go with you. !”

Natasha is a true knight, with a straightforward and forward-thinking personality. She is not angry at all because the date between the two was interrupted. She has an eager look on her face. If she were not weak in strength, she would definitely be waving excitedly. Fighting side by side with Ivan Vincent holding the Sword of Truth.

Ivan Vincent looked at Natasha, who was full of fighting spirit. His wife's personality was always so different. Although she didn't know how to be romantic, she was absolutely generous, considerate of others, not pretentious, and so cheerful that people liked her very much.

Ivan Vincent slowly stood up and walked to Natasha. Under her surprised gaze, he lowered his head and kissed his wife gently. Then he opened the door of time and space, stepped into it, and disappeared inside. Keser Palace and headed to Arlinge.

When Natasha came back to her senses, she licked her lips in recollection, a bright smile appeared on her face, and she said without any shyness.

"It feels good. When Ivan Vincent comes back, I will have a good taste!"

When these words came out, Kamil, who was standing beside him, looked at Natasha with a black line of hair, and his eyes were filled with a kind of despair for her misfortune. The character of this girl has not changed at all. She is so tough and direct, even when facing Yi Van Vincent is not shy at all.

The Burning Lady has a very feminine name, Elaine. Her whole body is as delicate and beautiful as a rose, but she can put on the scales that seem to be inlaid with rose petals and pick up two flaming daggers. All the delicate beauty disappeared without a trace, like a blazing flame, emitting heat that could keep people away, making people dare not look directly.

"The atmosphere of chaos is still growing, which means that the will of the abyss has not really come yet. We still have time to stop it. We cannot wait and rely on Arlinge's reinforcements. Maybe the opportunity has passed while waiting. I don't want to see my hometown Become an abyss of chaos and blood.”

Elaine, the Burning Lady, and Hercule, the Lord of Air, have approached the primeval forest. Within this not-too-distant distance, the space transfer and rapid travel brought about by the epic knight's own talent are no slower than the demiplane jump of the legendary magician.

The Burning Lady's words mainly express determination. When it comes to guarding their homeland, epic knights are much more determined than legendary magicians, because this is their knight's creed.

Hercules, the Lord of Air, has a hairstyle that looks like the cirrus clouds in the sky. His body is slightly stout and he looks simple and amiable. Even when he faces the coming will of the abyss, he still has a smile on his face and speaks easily.

"It has not fully arrived for so long. It seems that the will of the abyss has chosen a less clever method!"

The Will of the Abyss has arrived this time, and the time it has spent so far has been two or three times longer than before, but it seems that it has not even completed half of it. It is obvious that it has chosen a relatively backward and insufficiently powerful method. Hercules did not have much doubts about this situation. If the Will of the Abyss knew how to weigh the pros and cons, choose the opportunity carefully, and wait for the injury to heal before taking action, then he would not be the Will of the Abyss, but the Lord of Hell, Mar. Demos!

As for why the will of the abyss chose this method to descend, Hercule didn't think deeply about it at all. If he guessed correctly, he would doubt whether he had been infected by the aura of the abyss, and began to lose his proud wisdom and calmness. Thinking ability.

Normal people don't understand the spiritual world of the abyss, neither do magicians, nor do other gods. He is the loneliest god in the world, and no living being can understand his thoughts and ideas.