"Let's begin, Mr. Tombkeeper." Lear looked at the Tombkeeper with interest, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
"To give you a loyal suggestion, close your eyes. This is..."
"Is it a remnant of the Abyssal Age? In fact, the Abyssal Age is very close to us, Mr. Tombkeeper." Lear shrugged, his eyes still staring at the Tombkeeper's every move.
"The young master has ended the Abyss Age. It was a chaos you can't imagine... Since you are so curious, just watch."
The gravekeeper nodded without any surprise.
A strange black aura enveloped his hand, and Lear took a step back silently. At that moment, a shocking aura suddenly hit his head.
The tombkeeper slowly reached for the ring, twisting it up as if he had caught something. Cold sweat broke out from his head, and Lear could see the tombkeeper trembling.
The gravekeeper gritted his teeth tightly, his face was a little distorted, and the endless feeling of exhaustion swept from the depths of his soul. He could feel that the black mist in his hands was gradually fading away, and the anxious soul was like a burning flame.
Generally hot to the touch.
If the young master were here, he would definitely not be in such a difficult situation, right? The tombkeeper smiled bitterly.
"Isn't it normal for an assault-type assassin to be good at absorbing souls? Just like generally speaking, archers are good at close combat." The young master once said.
My young master, when did you see that archers are good at close combat? Do they use bows and arrows to charge the guards?
Feeling at a loss, I finally learned basic to intermediate soul-stirring techniques under the supervision of my young master.
"If you thought that this day would come..." The tombkeeper shook his head bitterly, and now he could only focus on doing this one thing.
Every centimeter of moving the soul is painful for the tombkeeper. The black mist in his hand is his soul, and only the soul can touch the soul!
The tombkeeper's soul power is inversely proportional to his body, and Augustine's soul weighs on him like a heavy burden.
"Ahem..." He slowly pulled Augustine's soul out of the ring. The archbishop had already entered a deep sleep, and his soul was flickering in and out of the prison, appearing particularly fragile.
"Huhu..." The tombkeeper's cheeks trembled. He took a few deep breaths and continued to transfer Augustine's soul.
"Forbidden art... Is this the [Abyss Ability] that has the same origin as the Horcrux..." Lear was a little moved. He muttered to the side and took a few steps back without leaving any trace.
After countless efforts by the tombkeeper, it was unknown how long time passed. Finally, Lear could see with the naked eye the soul of Archbishop Augustine slowly entering the body in the crystal coffin, and Lear always felt that the soul had entered the body.
For a moment, the corpse exuded a sense of life.
"Cough cough cough... Puff..." The black mist dissipated in the hands of the tombkeeper. At the moment it disappeared, the tombkeeper also fell heavily to the ground, and a mouthful of blood gushes out of his throat.
His face was so pale, without a trace of blood, and fatigue, sleepiness, and weakness were constantly emerging on his body.
The terrifying eyes before that returned to normal. Only then did Lear realize that this man was no longer young. Time had left many traces on his body. But his face always made it difficult to tell his exact age.
He sat feebly on the ground, gritted his teeth, stood up by holding on to the wall, staggered towards the crystal coffin, and closed the lid of the coffin.
The mysterious aura of the sarcophagus disappeared. Lear frowned and looked at it. Judging from the current situation, it was just an ordinary sarcophagus. It was a little heavier at most. It was completely different from the majestic and strange aura just now.
"Sir, there is the original body of Lord Augustine over there. How do you plan to deal with it?" The original body... Why do you say this so strangely?
"..." The tombkeeper did not answer. He silently turned back and glanced at Lear. His bloodshot eyes made Lear shiver.
The tombkeeper looked away, turned his head, and walked to Augustine's original body. The tombkeeper covered Augustine's head with one hand, and ancient spells emerged from his mouth.
Lear's pupils narrowed violently, and he looked at the scene in front of him in shock. Augustine's body was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, losing moisture... In the blink of an eye, even the skin was as dry as tree bark!
If someone else saw that Augustine was already dead and could no longer die, was this the plan of the tombkeeper? Lear smacked his lips, feeling a little excited for some reason.
Cheating the Hell of the Dead, hehehe, it’s interesting.
After a long time, after all this was done, the tombkeeper sat down with peace of mind and exhaustion, and he yawned heavily.
Lear's biological clock told him that the two of them had been in the Prison of the Dead for at least sixteen or seventeen hours, and during these sixteen or seventeen hours, the tombkeeper had been using "soul" intensively. He didn't know whether he was
How to do it.
"As expected of a survivor of the abyss era..." Lear replied with emotion. He stood up and dusted off his pants.
"Next is the matter of the Heretic Arbitration Tribunal. Mr. Gravekeeper, you can take a nap."
The Heretic Tribunal is not good at anything else, but dealing with traces and destroying corpses are essential skills for every senior executive.
After obtaining the permission of the tombkeeper, Lear destroyed the withered heart on the spot, and the damage to his abdomen was infinitely expanded - in order to cover up the truth.
Various purification arrays, crosses, and sanctions stones from the Holy Religion were carved on the corpse by Lear. At first glance, it really looked like some kind of alternative exorcism ritual.
After that, Lear wore the gloves specially made by the Heretic Arbitration Tribunal and cleaned up the traces that should not have existed at the scene bit by bit. He was a mechanic, so he could naturally handle some high-end goods.
"Although I hate it, you have always done a good job in this area." The tombkeeper nodded, not knowing whether it was approval or contempt.
"I take it as a compliment." Lear shrugged indifferently.
"Is he considered dead?" Lear walked to the imprisoned body and rolled his eyes.
"Even the soul is gone, and the heart has been destroyed by you." The tombkeeper looked at Lear strangely.
"I didn't expect that a generation of archbishops would die like this. Should I sigh?" Lear seemed sad.
"..." The tombkeeper opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows, "Go and call the guide, everything is over."
"..." Lear grinned.
"Thank you both for helping the Prison of the Dead to resolve the problem regarding the Archbishop. After all, the Archbishop was once a big shot in the Abyss Era. The Prison of the Dead owes you a favor." A charming voice came from outside the stone wall door behind him.
Alpha was already standing outside at some point.
"One hundred gold dragons, gold coin payment, voucher refused." The tombkeeper took a long breath, and at the same time, he was surprised by the senses of a mere mechanic in Lear.
"I suddenly became interested in dead soul monsters. Can I catch one and study it?" Lear seemed to have been deep in thought for a long time.
"Mr. Lear, please stop joking." Alpha was stunned and his tone became more gentle.
"Then give me the dead lock mechanism." Lear chuckled, and he had no intention of taking away the dead soul monster.
This is a product from the Hell of the Dead Abyss era, how could it be allowed to be taken away by others!
"Understood, please, sir, please leave with me." The stone wall was opened, and Alpha still bowed respectfully outside. She glanced at Augustine without leaving any trace, and exhaled.
No one saw that in the palm of the gravekeeper's hand was a gem as red as flames. He gently placed it on his chest, as if praying devoutly.