This memorial day was different from the past. Since the participants were not only awakened necromancers, but also thousands of ordinary tribesmen, it seemed more lively than before.
With the arrival of those tribesmen, the originally empty martial arts field finally seemed a little crowded. In the center of the martial arts field, a square platform with a height of one foot and a side of more than ten feet was built. The day of memorial ceremony will be held there.
The most important part is the place of prayer.
Directly opposite the high platform, there are two stands. The two stands are in no particular order, but one of them is obviously larger, because it will accommodate the people of the Underworld who have returned from the Undead Trial Tower.
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As for the smaller stand, it was naturally reserved for Hayes and the others, and there was a shining throne on top of the small stand. As for the top level of the stand, even the highest seat in the grand stand was a head lower than it.
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This kind of design is definitely unprecedented, so the two stands and the high throne have become the focus of attention of all the undead people.
As the hour approached, everyone from the Presbyterian Council and the Underworld Hall finally appeared. They all looked solemn and slowly climbed onto the stand amid the cheers of everyone.
Compared to the gorgeous robes worn by the elders, the simple black robes worn by everyone in the Underworld became the focus of everyone's attention.
Everyone is curious about the origins of these mysterious old men who quietly settled in the castle!
After the elders and everyone in the underworld took their seats, an old figure quietly appeared on the high platform. With the appearance of that figure, the entire martial arts arena became quiet.
That old man is none other than Hayes, the great elder of the undead clan!
Having presided over several memorial ceremonies, Hayes' face was naturally known to everyone, so when he appeared on the high platform, it heralded that the memorial ceremony was about to begin, and the necromancers who were familiar with the memorial procedures naturally became quiet.
, as for the ordinary undead tribesmen, they were calmed down by the necromancers placed among them.
Hayes took a breath and said slowly and solemnly: "Today is the most important day for our undead clan! Hundreds of years ago today, the ancestors of the undead clan once fought against the enemy in order to defend their dignity.
A desperate battle, today, in order to commemorate those predecessors who died for the undead clan, we gather together!"
Following the spiritual ripples emanating from Hayes, everyone present had the same feeling, as if the voice was ringing in their ears.
The necromancers present were naturally accustomed to this simple mental resonance technique, but had the ordinary tribesmen who had come here for the first time ever seen such a miraculous technique? They all looked extremely surprised. When they looked at Hayes again
, simply regard him as a god.
Hayes paused and continued: "Everyone knows that since the battle hundreds of years ago, there has never been a king in the undead clan. Now our clan finally has an unparalleled talent, and finally breaks the
He has eliminated the nightmare of the undead clan for hundreds of years and made the undead clan rise again. He is the new generation king of our clan!"
Following Hayes's passionate words, the atmosphere in the entire martial arts arena was suddenly aroused. All the tribesmen cheered and kept shouting "King!"
However, just after Hayes finished these words, the thin figure sitting in the first seat of the grandstand could not help but tremble. At this time, the sturdy old man beside him suddenly whispered: "Old Mai, everything is going wrong."
It has been hundreds of years, and everything should be ignored. Besides, you and I are all people forgotten by history. Think about those seniors who have been trapped in the trial tower and finally died in depression. We old guys can
I'm lucky to be back alive, don't make any other unreasonable thoughts, otherwise don't blame me for ignoring hundreds of years of friendship!"
After hearing the old man's words, the thin figure finally sighed and became as silent as a dead tree.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, a figure strangely appeared next to Hayes, and it turned out to be Ling Yun himself.
With the appearance of Ling Yun, the cheers of the entire martial arts arena suddenly rose, and the atmosphere in the venue reached a climax.
This time, Ling Yun did not reveal his appearance, but appeared on the high platform wearing a cloak. This cloak was obviously more gorgeous than the cloaks of the elders, and the runes on it were also more complicated.
As Ling Yun took off his cloak, his appearance was finally revealed to everyone. However, when Ling Yun took off his cloak, the cheers in the venue suddenly dropped by half, because the ordinary tribesmen opened their mouths in surprise and looked at them in a daze.
Ling Yun has black hair. Obviously, Ling Yun's appearance is different from the characteristics of the undead clan.
As if he had expected this situation to happen, Ling Yun did not show any abnormality. According to the prior arrangement, he took out the Book of the Dead.
Then Hayes's voice sounded again: "Please pray with our king, while commemorating those heroic spirits, also pray for the future of the undead clan!"
Although Hayes' voice blanketed the entire martial arts arena, unfortunately there were still some discordant sounds appearing one after another.
"Why does the king have black hair?"
"Isn't the king a member of the undead clan?"
"We need to know the truth! Why does that guy have black hair!"
"Hey! That black-haired boy, who are you?"
Faced with the rude questions from ordinary tribesmen, Ling Yun ignored them and slowly opened the Book of the Dead. According to Hayes' teachings, he found the long and awkward incantation and slowly chanted it.
came out.
As those notes sounded, Ling Yun could feel a strange mental force field coming out of his surroundings, slowly releasing ripples of mental power that spread in all directions.
But as he sang, Ling Yun frowned. As the leader of this mantra, he could feel that every time those mental ripples reached their peak, there was always a feeling of lack of stamina. In the following time,
Ling Yun accidentally discovered that there were some slight differences between the incantation he chanted and the incantation in the Holy Book of the Dead. Although it was only a few small details, there was a big difference overall.
The incantation he sang was taught by Hayes himself, so why was it different from the incantation in the holy book? What on earth was going on? Ling Yun frowned and stopped singing unknowingly.
As Ling Yun's singing stopped suddenly, the venue suddenly became noisy, and the voices of the doubters took the opportunity to grow stronger. More and more people joined the doubters, and even some necromancers
Joining it, this is unexpected.
Looking at such a chaotic situation, the old men in the stands looked on with cold eyes, as if the commotion in front of them had nothing to do with them. On the top floor, McGee's dry face couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic smile, muttering to himself.
Said: "Huh~~ Mixed blood is not orthodox after all. Now you see, that is what everyone wants!"
Hearing McGee's words, Hanston and Dimas couldn't help but look at each other and frowned.
On the high platform, Hayes also frowned, and then looked at Ling Yun aside, only to see his eyebrows furrowed, as if he had encountered some problem. Although Hayes didn't know what happened to Ling Yun, he knew
, if the current chaotic situation is allowed to develop, the results will be very bad!
However, just when Hayes was about to step forward to stop the doubters, Ling Yun took a long breath and started chanting the blessing mantra again.
This time, Ling Yun did not chant the mantra taught by Hayes, but chanted it word for word according to the records in the Holy Book of the Dead, and then something unexpected happened.
To everyone's ears, the mantra was still the same as before, but the effect of chanting it was completely different.
When Hayes sang in the past, any necromancer who listened to the incantation would feel refreshed, as if he had taken a stimulant, but this time it was completely different from before.
A magic circle glowing with purple light suddenly appeared at Ling Yun's feet, but he continued to chant the mantra as if he was unaware of it.
Gradually, the doubts in the venue disappeared, because everyone's eyes were focused on Ling Yun, because from his body, an aura that seemed to come from ancient times was slowly awakening.
This...how could this happen!
Looking at Ling Yun with a look of confusion on his face, Hayes was filled with horror. As a great elder, how could he not hear the slight differences between the mantras chanted by Ling Yun and those taught by him.
"What on earth is this kid Xiaoyun doing! Doesn't he know that it is very dangerous to tamper with spells casually?" Hayes frowned, with deep worry on his face.
Although he wanted to stop Ling Yun from continuing, he was powerless at this moment because as early as the moment the magic circle appeared, an inexplicable force pushed it out several feet away. He could feel that force.
The power was no longer something he could resist.
"If it doesn't work out, we can only ask those three seniors for help!" Hayes then moved his gaze to the top of the grandstand. Now he could only place his hopes on Hanston and others.
However, at this moment, Ling Yun's singing voice suddenly became louder. Following the loud voice, his eyes closed unconsciously, and his hands slowly opened, while the Holy Book of the Dead floated strangely.
in front of him.
At the same time, the magic circle under his feet also emitted a dazzling purple light, and then a sigh that seemed to come from ancient times sounded, and a huge shadow slowly appeared behind Ling Yun.
Looking at the faint shadow, everyone present looked extremely shocked...
(Update completed, thank you for your support!) ps: The second update is here! (Sweat~~~ Some book friends complained that there were too few online games and the killer was helpless. When it was originally set, it was seven points fantasy and three points
It’s an online game, so there are too few online games, and there’s nothing we can do about it, so please forgive me!)
