Chapter 51 (Monthly Pass for the Return of Life Ceremony)
"Is it an alien space?" Douglas had previously thought that this place would always be a hall, with a black door, a gray hall, and a black door. There would be no other changes. Therefore, after seeing this world full of trees, he was a little surprised.
Fernando flew in first: "It seems that in addition to the gray hall, there are many worlds similar to alien spaces in the world of the door. I wonder if there are also intelligent life."
"I tend to be different kinds of undead, just like the ones in front of me." Douglas observed the environment and made a rough guess.
At this time, seven headless dwarves walked in front of Fernando and Douglas, lying on gray coffins that were much longer than their bodies, and made a dull voice in their bellies: "Are you princes?"
"Huh?" Douglas checked his own defenses, and then looked at them inquiringly.
"A prince with a head is not a good prince. The princess will scold us." The headless dwarf at the front said with a bulging belly.
Douglas said amusingly: "Is it better to be headless?"
"If you don't have a head, you won't worry. If you don't have a head, you won't have sorrow. If you don't have a head, you won't worry about appearance..." A hoarse female voice suddenly came out from inside the gray coffin, and the lifeless feeling around it suddenly poured in from the gap.
, condensed into black gas, the power of death inside rose rapidly, and soon reached legendary levels.
With a snap, the lid of the gray coffin was lifted, and a headless woman wearing a pure white palace dress turned over and sat up, wearing a strange necklace made of a bunch of red apples on her chest.
But if you look closely, you will find that there is a human face on each apple. They are seven gray dwarf faces and a round girl's face, which makes people shudder.
"Give me your head! Give me your head!" The headless woman wailed miserably, and the rich aura of death began to spread, and soul-destroying sound waves rippled out.
Fernando looked at all this expressionlessly, and suddenly said: "Boring."
Snapped!
The sound of lightning striking the ground was heard! Dozens of kilometers around were shrouded in a "forest" formed by lightning, and the headless princess and the forest were reduced to ashes!
"Headless? I seem to have seen this custom before." Douglas recalled the source of the inexplicable sense of familiarity. "When I was developing the Solar Islands, I met several indigenous tribes. They believe that the human head is a symbol of life.
, if there is still a head after death, disaster will occur, so before each burial, the head of the deceased will be cut off and burned cleanly with flames, which is very similar to the situation just now."
Fernando did not participate in the development of the Solar Islands. Listening to Douglas' explanation, he frowned slightly and said, "Are we in a dream or fantasy, so the things we are familiar with have evolved into all kinds of weird things?"
"I am the legendary pinnacle of the star system. If even I can't distinguish between dreams and illusions, it can only be the action of the God of Truth. And the gods of this level, regardless of whether they exist or not, it is necessary to use this method.
A roundabout way?" Douglas said calmly but confidently
"This is the world of the dead. The mapping of death-related phenomena may be its unique feature. We need to study its principles and laws."
A gust of cold wind drifted by, and suddenly a hoarse and shrill female voice sounded from behind:
"Give me your heads! Give me your heads!"
The female voice gradually changed its tone, and the ashes on the ground swirled and gathered, and actually condensed into a headless figure again!
However, this time, she is no longer wearing a white palace dress, but is wearing a white robe and holding a platinum scepter!
"This monster..." Fernando growled angrily.
Douglas said solemnly with a smile: "Benedict III seems much more handsome without his head."
In the gray wilderness filled with tombstones.
Lucien was distracted while leading Rhine away while analyzing the crown of the "Ancient Mummy". This legendary item seemed to have been specially processed by the Lich King and was not as easy to crack as rough refining. Lucien estimated that at least
It will take two or three hours before there is any hope.
"Wait a minute." Rhine said without warning.
Lucien stopped and let go of the arm that was supporting Rhine: "Did Mr. Rhine notice?"
Rhine moved his hands and feet, which seemed to have eliminated some of the weakness. The vampire prince's recovery ability was indeed abnormal: "Have you noticed the patterns on these tombstones?"
"Patterns of the Ancient Meshket Empire." The Meshket Empire was one of the three ancient magic empires, occupying the area south of the Gusta Empire. The magic patterns belonging to it are undoubtedly one of the basic contents of arcana.
, many necromancy magics require similar things, so Lucien doesn't find it strange.
Rhine leaned down and stroked the simple and mysterious patterns on the gray tombstone with his slender fingers: "This is the pattern from the early period of the ancient Mishqate Empire. Because it is not much different from the middle and later periods and has similar effects, only an observer like me who studies history can understand
You can tell."
"Is there anything special?" Although Lucien was eager to go to the location marked by Maskelyne, Rhine was willing to waste precious time here. There should be a reason worthy of him, so he asked in the spiritual connection
.
Rhine smiled calmly and said: "The purpose of looking for the things left by Maskelyne is to decipher the secrets of the 'Gate World' and the secrets of monsters. Now that we have clues, we naturally cannot let go. We cannot reverse the purpose and method. These
There’s nothing special about the pattern, it just shows that the entire group of tombstones belongs to the early period of the ancient Meshqet Empire.”
"But this 'early period', which is closely related to the group of obliquely inserted tombstones everywhere, reminds me of the original famous custom of the Meshqet Empire, the 'Return to the Origin of Life, Ceremony.'"
"'Returning to the source of life, ritual?" Lucien thought of this famous ritual in the history of necromancy.
Rhine elegantly took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers: "Yes, 'Return to the Origin of Life, Ritual. People in the early Meshqet Empire generally believed that there was an extremely powerful intelligent creature in the beginning, the most perfect life, with vast spirituality.
The light used its own blood to create human beings, elves, dragons and other races, and therefore disappeared in the long river of time. If you want to gain powerful power, you can reverse this process, merge the intelligent life of different races, and get infinitely close to the 'original'
By,."
"The early burials of the ancient Meshqet people followed this concept. Giants were made of spiritual wood and buried in the center of the cemetery. Each deceased left only the clothes in his own tomb and filled the body with
Within the wooden giants, they attempt to merge with each other after death and become an existence close to the 'prime'. Although this custom gradually disappeared, many necromancy magics still have obvious traces of inheriting it, such as stitching corpses together."
Lucien recalled what he knew about necromancy magic and nodded slightly: "That's true. Could it be that the words 'Someone came in once' written on the shredded paper refer to a certain legendary magician from the ancient Meshket Empire?"
"It's possible, but it's hard to imagine that such a legendary magician would lay out such a large-scale cemetery just to do this after all the hard work and adventure? Lucien, you should know the undead very well.
The world is a real correspondence with the main material world, but the position will become confusing. If we extend this rule to the world of the door, can we think that this is the world of the door, a reflection of different death customs." Rhine dropped the soft key.
Using a soft handkerchief, he smashed open the lids of the tomb and coffin, and as expected, there was only a black coat inside.
Lucien thought for a while: "It's a very logical reasoning. What does the monster represent? It can't be the fear of death in the heart of every intelligent life, right? And I am more inclined to the mysterious existence of the dead world."
When he said it in his heart, Lucien suddenly got excited and vaguely remembered something, but he was still almost able to see through the fog, so he frowned and thought hard. Maybe it was the difference in appearance that obscured the appearance of memory, so he let
I can't find anything similar to this incident.
"In short, there are traces of monsters." Rhine said with a smile, "We just have to wait for Maskelyne's relics to give us more clues."
Lucien sighed: "Even if I finally figure out what the monster is and how it was created, for me, the biggest mystery is why it exists in such a way and what arcane principles it is based on."
"You are becoming more and more like a great arcanist." Rhine laughed.
Suddenly, the ground shook violently, as if some monster was coming out of the ground, and the tombstones collapsed one after another.
Rhine chuckled and said: "It seems that the Prime here has evolved into a powerful undead creature. Lucien, it's up to you. If it doesn't work, I will lend you a legendary item."
A dangerous and ghastly atmosphere filled the air. There was a pop of tombstones scattered in all directions, soil flying, and a huge blue-black arm stretched out from the ground.
Then, a green-black giant dozens of meters tall suddenly sat up. Double-sized, his chest, abdomen, and head could be seen densely packed with complete intelligent life, including humans, dwarves, dragons, elves, and fish-men.
Together they make up the giant's body.
The giant's eyes opened, dark red flames jumped, and there was deathly silence and nothingness in his sight, without any trace of life anymore.
Lucien took Rhine with a "precise teleportation" away from the green and black giant. He was inexplicably frightened by the lifeless ashes, which was the inner fear of every intelligent life.
"It's only the first level of the Legend. Lucien, you won't be able to defeat this slow and immature guy, right? Hey, its heart is made of the 'Fountain of Youth'. No wonder Maskelyne said there are many here."
Surprise." Rhine's weakness has not subsided, but his vision is very accurate.
"Fountain of Youth?" Lucien repeated in the spiritual connection. This is a material that can be used to perform legendary life-extending rituals!
"Atomic fission!"
Rumble.
A huge fireball erupted at the head of the blue-black giant, quickly covering it, destroying everything around it, and rolling into a mushroom cloud.
"Simple and crude..." Rhine commented.
Lucien condensed the "Space-Time Scepter" in his hand and prepared for subsequent control. Suddenly, he remembered something: "Mr. Rhine, I also saw a similar group of tombstones and patterns in the resting place of the Lord of the Dead. Does this represent him?"
Is there some hidden magic related to the Prime?"
Rhine pondered for a moment: "Perhaps he has refined his body into the 'original body'. It seems that his true strength is stronger than what he appears."