In the suburbs of the royal capital, hundreds of people stood around a huge circular hole on the sacrificial platform.

People raised their heads, held their breath, and looked up at the sky above the void.

There was a huge column of light projecting down.

The beam of light pierced the dark world and gathered all the eyes that had discovered its existence on it.

It seems that it is proclaiming: In this world, only it is the only glory worthy of attention.

Looking closely, the inside of the light column seems to be some transparent substance flowing like a liquid.

Among them, there are countless bubbles walking down the air.

People just watched it quietly, with an extremely nervous mind until some moment.

In this quiet, solemn and sacred atmosphere, an abnormal note appeared.

"Why is the summoning ceremony not over yet?" The person who spoke was within a few hundred people, the leader was impatient, condemned tone and the majesty that no one dared to argue.

"It's just a mere existence in another world. Chief Priest, speed up the progress of the ceremony. Since I'm here, its time has come to an end." Within a hundred people, someone spoke again.

Its sound, regardless of distance, was wonderfully transmitted to the ears of every person present at the same volume.

It makes people extremely frightened.

"As for your order!" A short, gray-haired old man replied immediately.

Then, the old man looked at the light column, pointed the black staff in his hand at the light column, and began to chant an unknown ancient language.

As he chanted, sweat suddenly crawled over his forehead, and his face began to become a little strange.

He was already aging and seemed to have spent at least ten years again, and more wrinkles and dark spots crawled into the depths of his skin like nibbling.

His life was like a candle in the wind, shaking.

Like him, hundreds of people present also began to take similar actions.

In this short moment, they sang spells about taboos together, spending ten years of their lives.

To put it correctly, it is the time they have sacrificed their instinctively peaceful time.

The curse of aging immediately enveloped the area.

What is obtained by taking advantage of this huge cost is the sudden brightening of the light column.

The surface layer of the light column changes from liquid to light golden glass, reflecting some kind of light like substance.

At the top of the light column, it seemed as if something had broken, revealing the pure white inside, and instantly dyed the night with a gray-white filter.

I saw a figure suddenly appear in the huge crack visible to the naked eye.

Then, at some point, it disappeared again.

The next second, a figure appeared in the low altitude surrounded by hundreds of people, looking down at those tiny lives like a condescending emperor of heaven.

People saw it at this moment, a "human" dressed in silver-white light Kai, empty-handed, floating inside the light column.

The body is clearly in the form of a human, but under the loose and slender blonde hair, it is a perfect face that humans have never had.

For a moment, many people couldn't help but kneel down, facing the ground, as if they would feel ashamed of the direct look of the existence above.

Or, for some reason, I feel that it is not allowed.

A voice sounded in the hearts of these hundreds of people at the same time.

"I will call on my life even if I touch the taboo. Has this world born of evil as described in the contract? We have doubts about this."

Just when I heard that voice, it seemed that some irresistible force had invaded their bodies.

Only listen, no speech is allowed.

However, there is one person with the only exception.

"Is it finally here?"

"There is still so much nonsense. Get back to me after handling it early." Below, a man dropped his priest hat.

The human figure in the air looked in the direction where the sound came.

In that position, there was only an ordinary male priest.

However, apart from his appearance, the priest seemed extremely abnormal everywhere.

His face was extremely pale, his eyes were empty and directionless, and his whole body looked like a standing corpse.

At the same time, there is no breathing, no heartbeat, and no signs of thinking activity. In the eyes of human form, it is an individual who has indeed lost his life.

However, even if he exists, he can still speak.

The existence in mid-air seemed to have thought of something and nodded: "It's you? That's true that there is no need to say too much."

Below, the priest shook his head and said, "Let's say a long story short, the army will set out soon. You can take advantage of this time to adapt to the adaptability of this body and environment. For the rest, you just need to execute it according to the contract."

"Chief Priest, take him to bring up the prepared room." As soon as he finished speaking, the male priest, who was like a corpse, fell directly to the ground and lost signs of his activity and life.

"As for the order!" After answering, the chief priest looked at the human-looking existence in the air expressionlessly.

The other party seemed to be thinking about something, ignoring the sight the old man cast.

“These…there doesn’t seem to be enough.”

The old man waited quietly, but suddenly heard this sentence.

Immediately, he found that the human-shaped existence in the air appeared behind him at some point and asked him:

"Human, are you the descendant of Marlene?"

Hearing the name Marlene, the old man was a little surprised: "Yes, sir."

"It's a pity that the bloodline is impure." The other party looked a little regretful.

"Yes, I'm a sideline." The old man nodded.

The human figure showed a trace of thought: "Is this so? This world... no matter how many times I see it, it's all strange rules."

The old man had a weird expression, as if he had remembered something, and did not take it, but began to walk somewhere.

"Sir, go here." He said so normally.

As the chief priest, he only needs to perform his duties well.

"This human being is not a god." He repeatedly warned himself.

...

In the morgue, the priest's body that fell during the ceremony suddenly began to twitch inexplicably.

As the light suddenly went out, he opened his eyes.

At the moment when his consciousness recovered, he had a split headache. After struggling to hold his head and endured it for a while, he recovered a lot.

He observed the surroundings a little and tried his best to recall some things, but in the end, he was still full of doubts and confusion.

“Where is this place?”

"Who am I...?"

He raised these two questions to the air.

However, in this room where there were a large number of corpses covered with white cloth, no one would stand up and answer his questions.

Except for himself.

So he subconsciously walked towards the glowing door.

Outside the door, there was light, and it was impossible to see clearly, and it seemed a bit suspicious.

But compared to this dark room, it has a special attraction.

So he walked out.

As he stepped into those lights, he suddenly remembered where this place was and what those lights meant.

"It's going to die!"

This is the bottom of the underground cavity.

Outside the door, there is the column of light.

The light column is a transmission zone composed of purifying flames and a taboo area for transporting visitors from other worlds.

It is also the absolute nemesis of their "descendants of the Undead".

When he shouted that he was about to finish and was shrouded in the light column, he unexpectedly was not hurt, and instead:

He was forced to expel him, and was transferred to a strange land by some kind of force.

"Who are you? Why did you suddenly appear here?"

"Do you need help? Or come and stop it?"

A male voice that he had never heard before came from a city official chariot he had seen many times.

He was a little excited and a little dazed, but compared to those, his biggest perception at this moment was:

The cannon of the chariot is now facing his head.
Chapter completed!