Chapter 524: The Absolute Soldier Will Not Give Up
In the underground hall, all seven scabbards were unconscious, five dead soldiers were standing around like corpses, and two of the most special human beings in the Glory were facing off.
One is the master of the continent thousands of miles away, the Pope of the Necromantic Sect, a blond and blue-eyed outsider, Ming Jie.
One is the sword holder with a mysterious origin and a glorious holy sword, the librarian of the Imperial Palace Shiroho Library, and the Hidden Lord Cha Shiyin.
The two people were obviously separated from each other at the end of the world, but they were less than five meters apart at this time; and Yue could faintly hear the words, and the reason why Ming Jijin traveled thousands of miles to come to Huiyao was to pursue the tea world!
"So, are you declaring war on Huiyao on behalf of the Necromancer Sect?"
"This is indeed my father's idea." Ming Jie did not deny it: "But after a simple investigation, my father quickly rejected this idea: because there are four barbarians looking around, Huiyao's weapon iteration speed is faster than that of the Western Continent, even
It’s enough to form a generation gap to crush the Western Continent. Except for navigation technology, there is no technology in the Western Continent that can surpass Huiyao.”
"Even if Huiyao's land is severely annexed and class conflicts are serious, it is still a powerful empire - so powerful that even if it wants to perish, it will only die because it is too powerful."
"So after I took over the position of Pope, I changed my mind. In the final analysis, invading Glory is not our ultimate goal, it is just a shortcut to the final goal. Since the shortcut doesn't work, I can only use roundabout ways.
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The ultimate goal... Le Yu looked at the glorious holy sword held by Cha Shiyin, knowing in his heart that the ultimate goal of Ming Jie was definitely not the power to rule the world.
Cha Shiyin's face was calm, as if he had known Ming Jiejin's intention for a long time, and sighed: "Although I have known since I was a child that my second brother values family ties and loves family the most, I never expected that he would pass on everything.
Already."
"Everyone has selfish motives, and the ancestor of Taiyue only cares about his descendants." Mingdu smiled and said: "After all, in addition to the ancestor Hui Yao, either you or another ancestor may visit the Western Continent. If you don't warn your descendants,
Future generations, if they treat you lightly, wouldn't it be a big disaster?"
"I think the second brother is worried that we will settle old scores after his death, so I want to let you know what our capabilities are so that we can set up traps to kill us." Cha Shiyin said coldly: "Then have you seen the four of us in the past few hundred years?
Are you my brother’s descendant?”
"No." Ming Jie shook his head regretfully: "Although I am also very curious about the ultimate weapon that can 'escape fate', the Necromantic Sect has no records about another descendant of the ancestor in the past two thousand years."
Cha Shiyin's face was expressionless: "I'm glad you didn't find any descendants of the fourth brother. Considering what you did in Huiyao, I don't think you will be friendly to distant relatives."
Ming Jie smiled and said: "Actually, the reason why I formed the National Salvation Relief Association, colluded with the barbarians, allied with the sea barbarians, and united with the mountain barbarians and grass barbarians, was because I had no choice but to find you, the ancestor of Shiyin.
"
"I know you are in Yanjing, and I know you are protecting the royal family, but you are hiding too deep, and you have not been in the world for many years. If Yanjing is not turned over, you will never set foot in the world."
"Especially after I know some of your 'restrictions', I am even more sure that I can only take risks."
This sentence seemed to trigger some taboo. Cha Shiyin suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn. The five dead soldiers got into fighting postures, and a fierce battle was about to break out.
After a moment of silence, Cha Shiyin seemed to have suppressed his anger and said coldly: "You opened the imperial mausoleum?"
"Don't worry, I didn't enslave those distant relatives and let them return to their eternal sleep after cordial exchanges with them." Ming Jijing said: "It is precisely because of this that I know that you, the founder of Shiyin, are not having an easy life either."
"also?"
"There is no absolute divine weapon that is easy to give to. You, the founder of Shiyin, must be more sensitive to this." Ming Jijing said: "Although I still don't understand the mechanism of the Holy Sword's Glory, it is inevitable to use the Holy Sword's Glory.
It will consume its lifespan, so that although the Holy Sword Hui Yao is the most powerful divine weapon, it is also the least used divine weapon."
"And the Necronomicon that our Taiyue lineage has the same drawbacks." He sighed: "The Necronomicon claims to be able to 'conquer death', and in fact it is. You, ancestor of Shiyin, have been to the Western Continent.
, you must also be amazed by the glorious civilization of the Western Continent, right?"
"Indeed." Cha Shiyin said: "There are magnificent buildings everywhere. High-rise buildings tens of meters high are springing up on the earth. Skyscrapers hundreds of meters high are not uncommon. Common people live and work in peace and contentment.
There is laughter and laughter everywhere, and this is what I experienced hundreds of years ago, so it must be even more brilliant now."
"But you also know who created the great achievements of the Western Continent." Ming Jijin said: "All these achievements belong to the fifty million undead souls who never sleep, eat or drink, or in other words, the resurrected ones.
"
He patted the withered book in his hand: "The most powerful ability of the Necronomicon is called 'Dead Soul', which can make the corpse generate a soul. Although there are many ways to use it, the most basic way is to create a soul with
The dead spirit of memories during life drives it to do things for itself.”
"But as the holder of the Necronomicon, the Pope can generally only control fifty undead at most. Although the number fluctuates, it will not exceed a hundred at most. A mere hundred undead can only control at most
Protecting the safety of the Pope, but what does it mean for the country and the mainland?"
"So the ancestor of Taiyue founded the Necromancer Sect, and the core doctrine of the Necromancer Sect is to resurrect loved ones and reunite them in the world."
At this point, Ming Jiejin's tone was a little incomprehensible, as if he was ashamed, but also helpless: "But as a price, the people must pay a heavy 'death tax' in order to gain the right to control the resurrected person. If there is no money,
You can also bring the resurrected to serve, which can offset the 'death tax' and even earn wages."
"The Necromancer Sect's ability to rule the Western Continent within a hundred years is inseparable from the 'miracle of mercy' of the Necromancer Sect. With such a large number of resurrected people who do not need support but can continue to work, the Western Continent can develop so rapidly and create more than
Shine a greater civilization."
"However, under this glorious age, there are countless bones." Ming Jijian said: "The Pope can only control less than a hundred undead souls, so there are millions, tens of millions of them located all over the Western Continent.
Why can the undead exist?"
"Because the Pope gave control of the undead to mortals."
"They think they have gained control over their loved ones, and they can get together after their loved ones come back from work every day. Their loved ones are still paid for their work, and they don't need to eat or drink. Naturally, people flock to them, and some even want to kill their relatives and resurrect them... In my case
Before leaving the Western Continent, even though it was strictly prohibited, there are still cases of children being resurrected if they dislike their parents and nagging them to be killed, and cases of parents being resurrected if their children are disobedient."
"But the Pope can easily control the dead because he holds the Necronomicon; mortals do not have the Necronomicon, so they can only directly control the soul with their soul."
"The contact between souls and souls is an extremely dangerous thing. It may be fine for one day, it may be fine for a week, but for one year, two years, three years... the souls of the undead are void. Over time, the mortals who control the undead will...
It will also become nothing.”
"Furthermore, after research, the energy source of the undead is sunlight and the vitality of living people. Although vitality is invisible and intangible, it does exist. It has nothing to do with age and health. Everyone who works hard to survive is filled with vitality."
"So, what will happen once the undead exist in large numbers?"
Ming Jiejin closed his eyes, as if recalling the scene thousands of miles away: "The gathering undead are like a whirlpool, continuously sucking the life of the entire city; the people who dominate the undead gradually become nothingness, and they are interested in what
Not interested at all, just like a walking corpse."
"The age of thirty-five is a limit. Before the age of thirty-five, a person's vitality can barely maintain a positive cycle, and his thoughts are difficult to be assimilated by the undead; but once he exceeds the age of thirty-five, a person's vitality cannot resist the influence of the undead.
Siphon, the mind will quickly fall into nothingness, and it will die naturally after one or two years."
"This is why you feel that everything in the Western Continent is full of laughter." Ming Jijin said: "Anyone who cannot laugh is either waiting to die at home, or is already dead."
Cha Shiyin didn't seem surprised, and even said: "Thirty-five years old is not bad."
"Yes, for ordinary people, being able to live happily for thirty-five years is considered happiness." Ming Jijing nodded: "But what about us?"
"When the number of undead was small, there was no problem. But when the number of undead increased, a flaw appeared that no one had thought of."
"When the ruler dies, the undead will automatically die. The soul of the dead undead will return to the Necronomicon and become a spiritual power feedback holder."
"This is originally a good thing. If the holder's undead dies during the battle, the holder can obtain additional mental power to continue fighting."
Le Yu also understood. Isn't this the "deathrattle"? The effect is that when the follower dies, the player gains additional mental power.
"It's okay for one undead to die, and it's okay for a hundred undead to die, but what about a thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, or one million?" Ming Jijin sighed: "Every year in the Western Continent
There are nearly 1.5 million undead souls that have died, and about 4,100 undead souls die every day. Just as we are chatting, dozens of undead souls have returned to the Necronomicon from the distant Western Continent."
"With such high-frequency and large-scale soul feedback, even good medicine has turned into poison." Ming Jiejin tapped his temple: "No pope in the past has lived beyond the age of fifty, and died at the age of thirty.
It’s even more common for popes to have popes. My father passed away on his thirty-fourth birthday, and he died earlier than ordinary people in the Western Continent.”
"You can stop." Cha Shiyin said without sympathy: "As long as you no longer create undead, there will be no such danger."
Ming Jijijin nodded: "You are right. Although the Necromancer has become an indispensable force in the Western Continent, if the Necromancer Sect must be suspended, there is nothing other forces can do to me. But the problem is that the popes of all ages have been
After taking over the Necronomicon, no one was willing to stop creating undead."
"Original Ancestor of the World, you probably can't imagine what that feels like." He closed his eyes, with enjoyment written all over his face: "Every minute and every second, a soul returns to the Necronomicon and becomes pure.
Spiritual power nourishes your soul. Every minute and every second, the world in your eyes will become more brilliant. Every minute and second, you will feel that you are one minute closer to that supreme realm."
"This is poison, but it is a cup of poison that makes people happy. There is a legend in our family that after sitting on the throne of the Pope for thirty years, one can become a real god with the help of the feedback from the dead.
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"It's very interesting." Cha Shiyin turned his head and looked outside: "It seems that a demon tribe is also saying that as long as you drink enough immortal blood, you can transform into an immortal."
"Of course, I don't think this legend is true." Ming Jie smiled and said, "How could it only take thirty years?"
"What about fifty years? What about one hundred years? What about five hundred years? What about two thousand years? As long as you live long enough, will you be able to stand at a higher place and see more beautiful scenery?"
At this point, everything has been clearly seen.
"I have been lurking in Yanjing for more than ten years, forming a country-relief society, uniting with barbarians, planning to assassinate the emperor, and intervening in the struggle for the throne. I have done all this just to meet you, the founder of Shiyin."
"Although I think it's impossible, I still want to ask-"
"The founder of the hidden world,"
Ming Jiejen looked at Cha Shiyin, his eyes filled with unconcealed greed, and a horrifying aura erupted from him. Le Yu could even see hundreds of millions of resentful souls emerging behind Ming Jiejen, like a violent wind and a roaring wave.
