Chapter 164 Three Paths to Purgatory! Demon Lord

Burial altar.

Deep underground in the cemetery, a black shadow turned into a cold wind and rushed through the passage full of bones. When it landed, it turned into a figure that was neither real nor illusory. It was a hazy skeleton. Grey smoke swirled around its body. There were vengeful spirits pouring in and out of its body. After circling in the dark underground tomb, they could not break free and were sucked into the body of the skeleton shadow again.

Binding spirit.

It uses its own body as a container to imprison these evil spirits within its body.

"Master Ghost."

The phantom of the skeleton bowed his head respectfully and said, "We have discovered traces of the Scourge Messenger Group, and the Scourge Knights have also come to the Ring City."

A wisp of blue soul fire ignited.

In the darkness, a withered skeleton slowly stood up. Countless death runes were engraved on the tattered robe. Under the long skirt of the robe, there was flowing black mud, spreading along the bone throne. He picked up the bone staff beside him with his pale finger bones and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Is Amon here too?"

The hoarse voice echoed heavily in the catacombs.

A lich.

A very powerful lich.

The thing that the Path of Death has the most is liches. Over the past thousand years, strong men on the Path of Death have continuously injected their souls into the life boxes and transformed into liches.

The wandering ghostly reflection whispered, "Hasn't Eamon left this world?"

The ghost laughed strangely and shook his head, saying, "That's the deceiver - Amon."

"The only surviving fire thief since the Dark Ages, the legendary immortal, the nameless one who possesses an immortal body."

“Maybe He left.”

"But it is also possible that He left an incarnation here, or chose someone as His successor."

"Eamon must have arrived."

As for whether the current Amon is still the same Amon as before, no one knows.

But only Amon can command the Scourge.

The illusory ghost's expression seemed to be a little fearful, and he whispered, "We only found traces of the Knight of Disaster, could that crazy lich be here too?"

The ghost shook his head and said, "It can't come."

"Its body was completely killed in the battle of Dele. Even if it wants to be resurrected, it will take time."

"We only have to deal with three Scourgebringers."

At this point, the lich on the bone throne stood up and said in a deep voice: "Wherever the messenger of the natural disaster goes, it will definitely cause a disaster."

"Now that they're here."

"Then we can't wait any longer. Get ready to launch the 'Hunger Feast'. Eamon won't give us much time."

The illusory ghost hesitated and said, "But...the old man from the Horn family is not ready yet."

The lich chuckled and said, "Don't you understand yet?"

"That old thing is not important. The master doesn't care, and neither do we."

"He is just a mascot in the ceremony, a sacrifice. He is not ready yet, so we will prepare him and send him directly to the ascension ceremony."

"From the beginning to the end, no one wanted this dark ritual to succeed."

"What we care about is the Scourge of the Undead! ... and the Law of Death condensed by the Scourge of the Undead! ..."

The lich walked towards the dead silent passage. As he walked, rustling sounds came from countless tombs. He said in a deep voice: "What the master wants is souls! ... Countless mortal souls! ... The more the better! ..."

hum.

Clusters of eerie soul fires ignited in the darkness. Under the faint light of the fire, the bodies of corpse witches, corpse demons, and demon ghosts were awakened. The witch's deep voice rang out, "Let's send the old thing to the altar!"

As the lich waved his hand, a heavy door opened and a number of withered bodies emerged. They were all mummies, kneeling in front of a black altar.

Wisps of blue flames spread along the runes on the ground, and these mummies that had been dead for a long time gradually revived. They all had the same surname - Horn. In the front of the altar were three mummies wearing black robes. Their dry faces were vaguely similar, as if they were three brothers with the same blood, but their vitality had been drained long ago.

Raise the Dead!

All the dead of the Horn family were transformed into corpse witches and corpse demons. The three brothers in the front had extremely resentful and crazy eyes. They knelt in front of the altar and began to pray in a low voice, chanting in an ancient sorcerer's secret language.

Black Spire.

On the throne at the top of the tower, a fat figure suddenly woke up from a nightmare. He seemed to realize something and roared angrily: "Who?!"

"Who is it?! Who started the ceremony early?"

Prayers echoed loudly in his mind, and the fat, mountain-like figure struggled to get up. He held his head and howled in pain: "Get out!"

"Get out of my mind!"

“Who’s praying?!”

Strands of black threads converged towards the black spire from all directions. These threads of faith pointed to only one target, and that was the old man who was suddenly awakened on the throne. Thousands of whispers echoed in his brain, some of the living, some of the dead, and some of his own offspring. The whispers that pierced the deepest part of his soul madly poured into his brain, causing him so much pain that his brain tissue was shaking and twitching.

These twisted powers of faith are not something a mortal like him can digest.

"Father……"

"Isn't this what you want? ... The source of the Horn family's bloodline is converging towards you! ..."

"Father……"

"Don't you want immortality? We will offer you the power of immortality now!..."

Amid countless echoes, the old man's fat figure fell to the ground. He clearly heard the voices of his sons among countless whispers. They should have been dead and their blood was drained, but now they are alive again.

With the Black Spire as the center, all members of the Horn family bloodline in the entire ring area let out painful and shrill howls at this moment.

The extraordinary essence in their bodies is running out of control.

Except for a very small number of powerful extraordinary people who survived, the members of the Horn family were blown into a pool of filthy meat on the spot, and then re-condensed into a group of black wriggling meat.

Strands of blood-colored threads floated in the night sky, as if they were blood with powerful magic, gathering into countless blood threads, rushing madly into the top floor of the black spire. Without a church, priests, or temples, and without any preparations for the ascension ceremony, the old man's ascension to the godhood was forcibly opened. From the beginning, this ceremony was not something he could control. He was just a puppet, and the demigod of death had already arranged his role.

"Pot of Greed!"

The old man seemed to have grasped the last straw. He frantically crawled towards the throne, hugged a blue-green pottery pot, wiped it with all his strength, and wailed: "Save me!... Stop them!... I order you to stop all this!..."

Jie Jie.

A swirling black whirlwind hovered in the sky above the hall. It gradually condensed into a giant creature with an upper body that looked like a black monster and a lower body that looked like a swirling hurricane. The entire palace seemed unable to contain its body and it directly blew away the dome of the hall. A hideous head that looked like a ghost popped out from the top of the tower.

"Dear Leach-Horn, you have made a total of one hundred and seventy-two wishes with me."

A strange light flashed in the pupils of the circling wind elemental demigod. He grinned and said, "According to our contract, your soul and body have long been mine."

Countless black mud poured out from the ancient pottery jar, directly engulfing the fat old man in front of him. His body began to expand further, like a huge mountain of flesh. The phantom of the gods and monsters began to overlap with his body. Countless blood-colored threads poured into his body. The gray thread of faith was like a huge net, and finally condensed into a huge cocoon like a mountain of flesh. "The power of faith!..."

The mysterious demigod of wind element sighed and murmured, "I am finally free!..."

He opened his mouth and inhaled, and souls flew in from all directions of the city, but they did not enter his kingdom of God. Instead, they were swallowed directly into his bloody mouth. His mouth, which was like a black vortex, constantly devoured faith and souls. His body expanded like air, and in a few breaths it expanded to a height of dozens of meters.

At this moment, thousands of mortals died in their sleep, and their corpses began to undergo amazing changes, with wisps of black hair growing wildly on their bodies.

Ring city, inner city, quiet palace.

At some point, the bright moon in the sky had turned into a blood moon. In front of the shrine in the quiet hall, a kneeling middle-aged noble slowly stood up. He looked towards the black spire in the distance, gazing at the blood cocoons and the human silhouette formed by the hurricane hovering above. He said in a deep voice, "The servants of the Tomb King have begun to harvest souls."

"Servants of Mordiggian."

"These souls and corpses belong only to the great God of Cold Bones!"

"Wake up the ghouls."

Roar!
Waves of greedy and hungry roars rang out. In the streets and alleys around the city, hunched figures suddenly crawled up. Their muscles began to swell, and black hair grew all over their bodies. Their ferocious heads cracked open at the lips, revealing sharp fangs and teeth.

The plague of death has already enveloped the city.

Just half an hour.

More than a hundred thousand living people around the city, who were like the walking dead, died one after another. They turned into ghouls or zombies. From the filth of the sewers, groups of undead creatures poured out. In the direction of the cemetery, countless corpses were piled up like mountains. They automatically gathered together, mixed with the soil of the profane land, and thousands of corpses condensed into a behemoth nearly 100 meters high.

——The Corpse Grave Demon!

One by one, corpse wizards appeared around the cemetery. They tore open the portal, and along with the reflection of space, the dark sky seemed to be torn apart. A huge fortress appeared above the city, and it looked like a magnificent mausoleum.

"The master's tomb has arrived." A lich laughed excitedly, raised his staff towards the black spire in front and said, "Servants!"

"Let them feel the true power of death!"

In the rolling mud, skeleton guards crawled out from the ground one after another, and in a flash, they became an undead army of thousands.

Under the cover of night, the terrified screams of countless people echoed.

slaughter.

This was an inhumane massacre. Under the blood sacrifice ceremony, tens of thousands of undead creatures poured out directly from the city. There was no emotion in their eyes, only the hunger of the undead creatures, and the difference between the living and the dead.

"This is the true power of death!"

"Those old guys put the Path of Death that suppressed the world into a cage."

Countless ghosts poured out from the mausoleum suspended in the sky. A loud rumbling sound was heard from the ground. Several liches appeared in front of the altar of the mausoleum. They raised the bone staffs in their hands, and as they chanted spells, a hundreds-meter-high summoning tower rose from the ground, turning from mud into hard rock bit by bit.

Killing, dying, reaping.

Countless soul phantoms gathered towards the summoning tower. A cluster of faint soul fire was burning on the top of the tower. It was constantly growing and becoming more and more dazzling, even brighter than the blood moon in the sky.

boom!
The dome of the black spire shattered instantly, and a huge dark-skinned phantom emerged. Its thick arms were covered with ancient runes, and its head was surrounded by a crown of hurricanes and lightning. The real flesh and blood was torn apart by the pure wind energy, and the swirling hurricane rushed straight into the sky along the black spire, turning into a tornado thousands of meters high.

"Do not!!!"

"These souls... these beliefs... are all mine!..."

Rumble!
The sky was instantly covered with dark clouds and countless lightning bolts struck. The demigod of twisted elements who had entered the real world in human flesh raised his hand and pointed, and two terrible tornadoes swept across the entire city. The tornadoes, which were over a thousand meters high, easily tore apart the nearby buildings. Countless pieces of rubble flew everywhere, and the screaming mortals who were fleeing nearby were instantly crushed into meat pulp.

The entire inner city was cleared out to leave a vacuum zone of ruins and broken walls. With a casual blow from the demigod, a corner of the ring city was wiped off the map.

Outer city.

As dense swarms of zombies were awakened, a giant with no head, eyes, or limbs emerged.

He watched all this with his emotionless face, and there was an eerie tranquility in his empty eye sockets. The moment He descended, the corpses nearby all crawled up. They did not obey the orders of the necromancer, but only waited greedily and hungrily for something.

The ring city, at this moment, turned into a living purgatory.

Tick, tick.

In the chaos, without knowing when or where, there was a clear ticking sound of a clock.

In the darkness, a shining gate of light emerged.

The wriggling black shadow turned into a solid entity. The huge black metal shell was shining with cold light, and countless cables were like flying mad snakes.

Behind the shining light gate, a clear lake was reflected, just like a beam of light in the darkness, attracting the desperate and helpless people nearby. They subconsciously ran towards the location of the light gate. No one knew what was there, and no one knew whether death would be waiting for them.

But there was light there, a light in the darkness.

fire.

A sea of ​​fire rose in the center of the city.

In the sky, countless sandstorms gathered together and turned into insect bites all over the sky. The figure of the headless knight swept across the sky. The nightmare ignited faint hoof fire in the nothingness. The screams of the banshee of death echoed, and countless bats danced under the blood moon.

Xiao En's figure emerged, kneeling on one knee, with his head lowered, his expression seemed to reveal a hint of sadness and pity.

He looked up at the blood moon in the sky, holding an emblem engraved with stars and wheat ears in his palm, and said softly, "Teacher."

“They took action.”

boom! ! !
A ring of blazing flames erupted in all directions with Sean as the center. Wherever the spreading sea of ​​fire went, countless zombies, skeletons, and ghosts instantly let out terrified screams. Their bodies turned to ashes in the flames, and only wisps of drifting dust remained in their place.

——Three Paths to Purgatory-The Law of the Devil!

Xiao En's figure slowly stepped forward, and endless purgatory fire gushed out from behind him. His skin melted in the flames, revealing countless purgatory magic patterns. The thin figure gradually swelled, and in a flash he turned into a dozens-meter-tall Balrog. The dark blue demon skin was revealed on his coiled muscles, and his wide demon wings covered the sky. The scorching flames jumped in his pupils. That was the devil's rage.

Xiao En raised his hand gently, and countless flames gathered in the sky and turned into a flaming whip that was hundreds of meters long. It whizzed across the sky and directly whipped a wizard who controlled the undead into broken bones all over the ground.

Sonorous!

The ground shook, and the demon lord transformed by Sean stretched out his hand and grabbed the ground. Countless flames spread along his thick arms, and a crack was torn in the earth. A two-handed giant sword burning with blazing flames emerged. A hand with sharp claws grasped the hilt that was as hot as magma and pulled the flaming giant sword directly out of the ground.

The earth is melting.

With the demon lord transformed by Sean as the center, the area within a radius of 300 meters turned into a lava land, and magma from deep in the earth gushed out, as if the place where he was standing was a volcano about to erupt.

——Desecration of the territory!
Xiao En clenched the flaming giant sword in his hand and swung it lightly. Countless seas of fire spread in all directions, and the fire of purgatory burned fiercely. In front of him, a street hundreds of meters long was cleared in an instant. In the cracks in the earth, traces of magma flowed. In a scattered area with his figure as the center, thousands of undead creatures evaporated instantly.

"Is this the power of a demigod?"

"really."

"All living things are ants."

Life and death are decided in a single thought.

Sean's eyes were dim, and he was not delighted by this extremely powerful force. He suddenly understood Eamon a little bit. Eamon probably had anticipated everything that happened today.

He is Eamon now!
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(End of this chapter)