After the sun goes down, it gets colder and colder near the cemetery.
Se leaned against the tombstone with squinted eyes, sitting quietly without saying a word. With his pale skin, he looked dead from a distance.
With the naked eye, you can see a vague frosty white breath floating against the ground. If you touch it even slightly, the coldness that penetrates your bones will crawl all over your body along your skin and flesh.
That's the negative energy lingering on the land of Kalar.
To put it bluntly, the so-called gravekeepers are humanoid vacuum cleaners used to suck away these negative energies. This is why gravekeepers basically become extremely weak after working for a long time, and suffer from serious and minor illnesses.
It wasn't that he was being targeted by something, but that the vitality in his body had long been drained. Just because people with insufficient perception cannot see these negative energies, they have no way of knowing the dangers of their profession.
Because the druids have invested too much magic in the land, this land contains extremely active energy.
Druids are different from priests who mobilize energy from gods and wizards who mobilize laws from the Wall of Orm. If the first two are looking up at the stars, the druid is looking down at the earth.
Their power comes from the earth. To be precise, their power comes from the outermost wall of Gaia in the entire Farnes world.
This is also the confidence of the Kalar people. The great barrier of the Three Sages almost covers the entire sky. If you stand inside, any power and message falling from the sky will be intercepted.
It can be said that, except for druids, no spellcaster can survive in Kalar. The amplifying effect of the over-activated earth on the druid's magic is the same as that of a wizard standing in the over-ordered magic dust to cast witchcraft.
The same. Both the scale and intensity will increase in an unstable manner.
The energy active in the land of Kalar naturally also includes negative energy. Even the druids of the dead wood and vine series are good at manipulating these negative energies hidden deep in the land.
As the sun goes down, the concentration of negative energy in the air begins to increase, and even the negative energy in the ground is drawn out. It condenses into an entity and crawls slowly against the ground.
If these activated negative energies come into contact with corpses that have not been blessed by divine magic, these corpses will become somewhat demonized.
This situation occurs all over the world in Farnes, but it has become a very common phenomenon only in Kalar.
It is very simple to stop this kind of demonization. Just ask a priest or a druid to perform a simple ritual. But here in Kalal, which does not believe in gods, the priest has become a despised profession. Kalal
It is impossible for people to find a priest to perform the ceremony - to say the least, even if they can find a priest, it is impossible to hand over the bodies of their loved ones to these people they do not trust.
If druids were to perform this ritual, they would need pebbles soaked in palm oil as road signs, elk horns as sacrifices, and yew canes to guide the spirits of the deceased back to the earth. The entire ritual is just a matter of casting spells.
The materials cost twenty gold coins, which is close to three hundred Elcat silver coins.
Not to mention ordinary businessmen. Even poorer nobles cannot afford this amount.
Of course, the effects of Druid's salvation and divine priest's thin burial are also different. The priest's thin burial is just a simple consecration of the corpse. In terms of effect, it is no different from soaking the corpse in a circle of holy water;
The druid's salvation actually pulls the soul directly into the underworld.
Mourners and Death Crows can do this at a lower cost. After all, this is the scope of the mentor's abilities.
That chant is called a funeral chant, and it is a series with the baptismal chant.
Kakarit stood on the back of the tombstone where Joseph was leaning, chanting in a low voice: "...Return to the dust."
As he chanted, two silver-white holy fires burned quietly in his pupils.
Waves of invisible warm wind centered on Kakarit and spread silently to the surroundings.
In Joseph's field of vision, the slowly spreading holy white halo was like a white gauze flying in the air. It fluttered and gradually dispersed.
The frosty white breath melted slightly after being slightly dipped in the holy white halo, seeping into the white breeze.
If an ordinary person with relatively low perception ability were to stand here now, that person would be able to clearly feel that the bone-eroding coldness in the outside world has been completely dispelled. A faint warmth gradually envelopes the whole body.
After chanting for a while, Kakarit closed his eyes directly. The pupils that were faintly burning with holy white flames gradually closed.
It's just to dispel some unused negative energy. A chant is enough.
Not only the activated negative energy that wandered around the ground and did not dare to approach Joseph and Kakarit were directly annihilated. The corpses buried under this cemetery were also consecrated by Kakarit. At least you don’t have to worry about these.
The corpse was contaminated again by negative energy.
——However, just half a minute after Kakarit stopped praying, an even stronger cold wind came back.
This time it’s not just about the clusters of frost-white traces floating on the ground. It’s like a swarm of ants. A thick layer of white smoke covers the entire ground, sweeping in from all directions. It will be low.
The short tombstones are directly covered, turning the cemetery into a fairyland.
This was a silent and slow siege.
There is no doubt that this is an effect that would be impossible to achieve without human control.
"oh?"
Joseph sneered and said, "Your prayers are quite effective... just for fishing."
"Ah, there's a big fish."
Kakarit's eyes flashed with cold light.
He opened his eyes completely, and the strong holy fire burning in his eyes even distorted the surrounding air.
The silver-white halo spread out in circles, and silver-gray runes began to slowly appear on his body.
"Those who are defeated, those who are aging are called by me, are committed to me, learn from me, and are loyal to me——"
Following the first chant, Kakarit raised his hands and sang the teacher's prayer to the enemy hidden in the fog with a cold demeanor and fiery enthusiasm.
Suddenly, a thin halo of light swayed from Kakarit's feet. His feet suddenly turned completely pure white.
Holy silver-white crosses slowly grew out of the ground. These crosses, which were less than knee-high, shone brightly and bloomed like flowers.
"Don't forget to sing, don't forget to pray, don't forget to sleep -"
In Kakarit's clear voice, white butterflies composed of pure light slowly flew out from the top of the cross that bloomed like a flower, and spread freely around.
"...Ha, interesting."
Joseph hummed in pleasure and looked at the scene in front of him with admiration.
Just by being approached by a white butterfly, the white mist dispersed in large swaths.
If the unknown enemy using negative energy appears here now, these butterflies will pounce on it in large numbers.
There is no need to even come into contact - as long as he is close to a certain level, these butterflies can ignite him. Any witchcraft and magic with negative energy elements will be detonated in advance once it touches a butterfly.
They are also chants aimed at negative energy. The difference between funeral chants and baptismal chants is that one targets energy and the other targets spiritual bodies.
Just like the sharp blades turned into crosses, they also have physical killing capabilities. Even if these butterflies themselves are not very powerful in combat, once detonated, the holy fire or holy light brought by the explosion will not be insignificant.
But when there were only two verses left in Kakarit's chant, the voice of a somewhat panicked young man came from the fog that had become much thinner: "Captain, this is it! It's coming soon!"
"——Kaa!?"
Joseph's pupils shrank instantly. (To be continued.)
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