The hard stone slab of the chapel was lifted open by Tyrion's hands, revealing a simple coffin buried underneath.
It was made of wood, with some Holy Light scriptures engraved on it. Around the coffin, there were some dried flower petals. This was the funeral ceremony of the Holy Light Church. Obviously, the Chaldean priest did not deceive Tyrion.
Rogge was indeed buried by his own hands, and it seemed that he had put a lot of thought into it.
"Merciful Holy Light, please accept the repentance of your followers."
The Chaldean priest was half-kneeling in front of the scrolls in the church. He touched the rosary with both hands and whispered:
"I committed an unforgivable crime. I witnessed a murder, but I did not dare to expose it because of my cowardice. I witnessed the death of innocent people, but I was unable to administer justice because of my weakness."
"I succumbed to violence, I succumbed to my own weakness, I am guilty!"
This confession ceremony was seen by Tyrion, and he shook his head disdainfully. There is probably no one in this world who knows the nature of the so-called holy light better than him. It is a cosmic phenomenon. In terms of its essence, it
It has no self-emotions, and has no way of distinguishing the good and evil of believers. It just distributes its power to everyone who firmly believes in the existence of the Holy Light and has a pure and firm heart.
Even the undead...as long as their hearts are devoted to the Holy Light, it is not impossible for them to obtain this kind of power.
Tyrion does not hate the Holy Light. Its existence is the foundation of this universe. What he really hates is a group of guys who call themselves the incarnations of the Holy Light. Those jigsaw puzzles born in the brightest Holy Light have their own thinking and
Emotions, they are not as impartial as the Holy Light itself. The most important thing is that those jigsaw puzzle creatures like to meddle in other people's business.
"boom"
The coffin in front of him was opened by Tyrion, and a strange smell filled the church. It was not an ordinary corpse smell. The Chaldean priest had followed Turayan to learn the teachings of the Holy Light. When Rogelio was buried,
He sprinkled the body with holy water to ensure that it would not be contaminated by evil and darkness.
As for holy water, this is a troublesome thing. As long as the holy water still exists in the corpse, the death energy cannot be born in the corpse, and it cannot be recruited. However, 18 months have passed and the holy water has long since dissipated.
"Pitiful..."
Tyrion looked at Rogelio in the coffin and said softly: "It's all starting to rot... Can you bear such a body? Old friend."
The death knight closed his eyes. He concentrated the death energy into the corpse in front of him. The psychic circle he had just carved was ignited. He could feel the reluctance of the soul remaining in the corpse, the strong hatred and despair.
The fluctuations are stronger than when Serent and Luminas were awakened.
This means that Rogge was killed in extreme despair. After such a soul is revived, it will become very manic and unable to control its self-hatred, and it is easy to be completely lost in the torture of death.
This made Tyrion a little worried. He didn't want his brother to go to destruction like this, and he didn't want to lose him after death.
"call"
The cold wind blew in the chapel, and the souls summoned from the abyss of hell began to recombine with the corpses. Tyrion took a step back. Beside him, after receiving the inspiration of the Holy Light, the Chaldean priest's emotions
He became much more stable. He looked at the miserable corpse in front of him with a compassionate look and said softly:
"Mr. Rogge is very brave. He came alone on a horse in the dark to ask for help."
"He was seriously injured. When I was summoned by Blackmoore, I knew that he would have to receive long-term treatment, but he did not care about his physical condition at all. He just asked Blackmoore to send troops to rescue his brother. At that time
It should have been possible...but Blackmore refused."
The pastor sighed and made the Holy Light Church's prayer gesture on his chest. His voice became sad:
"Mr. Rogge's rebuke angered Blackmore. The tyrant of the castle ordered Captain Scarlock to take Mr. Rogge away. I knew it would be difficult for him to survive. Blackmoore threatened me, and I chose to submit like a coward.
, when I returned to the church, Mr. Rogge was thrown into the darkness, his neck was strangled, I didn’t dare to say anything, I could only use 3 days to secretly bury him here, I didn’t dare
Tell anyone about it."
"Why did he kill Rogge?"
Tyrion was a little confused, and a somewhat puzzled voice sounded in the darkness: "Even if you refuse support, there are many excuses. Why do you want to kill a warrior so casually?"
This question silenced the Chaldean priest. After a moment, he whispered:
"Probably because you have offended his majesty..."
"Majesty? Haha."
Tyrion's fingers touched the hilt of his sword:
"He won't need that thing any time soon."
"Shua"
Rogelio's body suddenly sat up in the coffin. He breathed subconsciously, but his dead body was very repulsive to this kind of living behavior. He couldn't smell anything, and the world in front of him became pale.
, he raised his hands and saw the arm that had begun to rot, and could even see the gloomy white bones.
"I...I am..."
He was a little confused, but the next moment, Tyrion walked to Rogge. He knelt down and looked at his brother who had been separated for 18 months. He whispered:
"You died, Roger, and so did I... We both died, but we still had unfulfilled wishes, so I came back to life... Are you in good condition?"
When Rogge heard this familiar voice, he raised his head. The blood-red light beating in his eyes made Tyrion's heart sink.
"I am fine!"
Rogelio's voice is extremely unpleasant. This is because his vocal cords have become decayed, but this is not really a big problem. As long as he can skillfully manipulate the energy of death, in the repair of this energy, after a period of time,
, his body will be repaired by the death energy, of course, it will take a long time.
"I want revenge! Revenge for me and those brothers who should have survived but still died!"
The blood-red light in Rogelio's eyes jumped even more violently. He turned over and sat up from the coffin. The leather armor on his body was still usable. He looked around but could not find a weapon. At this moment, Tyrion
A long sword was thrust into his hand.
"Thank you! My brother Tyrion..."
A terrifying smile appeared on Rogge's ferocious face. He stretched out his hand and patted Tyrion on the shoulder:
"When I get my revenge, no matter what you do, I will go with you! Just like before!"
A sound like the hoarse cry of a night owl sounded in the darkness of the church. Rogge turned his head and looked at the nervous Chaldean priest behind him. The bloody light in his eyes beat more violently.
"Shua"
The sharp sword was placed on the priest's neck, and the cold air made the Chaldean priest subconsciously take a step back. He looked directly into Rogge's blood-red eyes, and he whispered:
"I'm sorry for what happened to you, Mr. Rogge, but I couldn't have stopped it."
"Can't stop it!"
Rogge roared, interrupting Chaldea's apology: "You humans! Despicable! Shameless! You all deserve to die!"
"boom"
The sharp sword he swung was blocked by Tyrion's gauntlet. He looked at Rogelio who was in the rage of death and said in a deep voice:
"Don't be swallowed up by hatred, Rogge! The real culprit is not him, and besides, he is still useful to us!"
"Useful? Very good!"
Rogge hesitated for a moment, then took back his sword and strode outside the church:
"Whatever is useful has value! What is valuable should be kept well, and then give it to me when it becomes worthless!"
Tyrion shrugged, looked back at the frightened priest, and said softly:
"You heard that, right? Try to make yourself valuable, Pastor... This is the last advice, go ahead and do what you should do, Serent and Luminas will cooperate with you!
"
He reached out and patted the Chaldean priest:
"Be happy, come and smile! You are about to become the hero of the alliance...Don't be so sad!"
On the other side, in the center of the completely collapsed Durnholde Castle, the final battle was still going on. Donned in fully armored armor, Major General Blackmore held a sword and shield, and led his most elite troops to resist Yuanyuan with difficulty.
Facing the endless tide of corpses and those tough death knights, they must break through the blockade of these guys in order to escape from Durnholde Castle, which has become a dead place.
But frankly, it’s hard!
"boom"
The black battle ax struck hard on the major general's shield. The shield made by the dwarf master was cut with a ferocious crack. The crazy force forced the major general to take several steps back before he could stand still.
And his left arm holding the shield was so sore that it felt like it was about to break.
In front of him, a tall orc was wearing black armor and a full-covered black helmet. Huge death energy gathered around his body. Every time the black spine battle ax engraved with runes was struck, it would fall easily.
Let death howl and take away a life.
Blackmoore has chosen a good opponent for himself... It is no exaggeration to say that Grokush Blackhand, the former brutal chief, was the top fighter of the Dark Blade Knights. He exchanged the body of an orc for death.
His understanding of power deepened day by day, shaping him into a complete fighting machine.
"Soldiers! Don't give up!"
The major general waved his long sword and chopped off the head of the undead soldier who rushed towards him. He loudly encouraged the surrounding soldiers. He knew very well that if there were not enough soldiers to follow, he would never be able to break the wave of death. He must ensure that
The fighting will of the soldiers.
"Roar!"
The death knight in front of him let out a war cry, and charged forward again with his battle axe. The major general gritted his teeth, held up his shield with both hands, and took the heavy blow. When the battle ax and shield collided, he
All the bones in the body are fighting and screaming.
Blackmoore can become a general. In addition to his scheming, his own bravery is also a very important factor. He is a powerful human warrior. It is a pity that he met a more powerful opponent.
"Bang bang bang"
The battle ax and the shield kept colliding, and the major general took several steps back. When the attack of the death knight in front of him showed a slight delay, his body rushed forward, and the long sword in his hand accurately penetrated the gap in the knight's armor in front of him.
.
"puff"
A stream of cold blood was splashed in the air. If the person facing him was a living orc, this blow would give him a chance to counterattack or even kill him, but unfortunately, the person in front of him was a dead man.
Being pierced through the abdomen would not hurt at all. Without any hesitation, Grokush moved forward with the long sword pierced through the abdomen. He swung the battle ax in his hand from bottom to top and lifted the major general's hastily raised sword.
The shield flew away, a bloody mark was cut into his armor, and his whole body was thrown away.
"boom"
Blackmoore's body hit the ground in the dark night, and Grokush's ax left a ferocious scar from his abdomen to his chest, which almost defeated the major general's defense. He got up with difficulty, turned around and saw
A dark figure rushed towards him from the other side.
"Blackmoore! The dead come to seek revenge on you!"
"Your cowardice! Your conspiracy! Your trick! Your refusal to save anyone! Die! Disgusting bastard!"
"boom"
Rogelio ignored the defensive collision and hit the major general hard, knocking his body away again. He fell to the ground in a panic, and his gorgeous helmet flew out, and just when he was about to get up
When he was walking, he suddenly saw little Thrall appearing at the entrance of the castle. The little orc was rushing out of the castle protecting a little girl. He was wearing a gladiator's chain armor and holding a battle ax and a round shield in his hand.
Thrall also saw the seriously injured General Blackmoore, and he subconsciously rushed over to help. This move made the dying general's eyes glow with warmth, but the next moment, maybe it was his kindness when he was dying, or maybe he was unwilling to accept himself.
His fate was about to end here. The general stood up suddenly, and the scout blocked Rogelio's crazy attack with his bare fists.
"Run! Thrall! Run!"
"Leave me alone! Live, you must live! Don't forget the mission I gave you. You must become the leader of the orcs! You must become the greatest hero!"
"Blackmoore will die today, but you will inherit my will! I know...run!"
"puff"
Rogelio's long sword pierced Blackmoore's breastplate fiercely. The brave major general seemed to have lost all his strength. His body slumped down in the trembling pain, and his ugly dead face tightened.
Staring at Blackmore, Rogge's sinister voice sounded in his ears.
"You don't deserve to die like a hero, you coward! Conspirator! Murderer!"
"This world will not remember you, Blackmoore, no one will remember you! You will rot like a maggot in darkness and death, and I will watch you rot, and I will enjoy your curse!"
"Pooh"
Blackmore breathed hard. He looked at the dead face in front of him. He recognized the corpse in front of him. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva with disdain:
"You...monster!"
"hehe"
The blood-red light in Rogge's eyes jumped suddenly, and the hilt of the sword in his hand flipped outwards, completely shattering the pierced heart.
"You were the one who turned me into a monster! But say what you will..."
