mijobooks Chapter 441 Sacrifice, The Mantra Is Not Simple
Chapter 441 Sacrifice, The Mantra Is Not Simple
Li Ang hesitated for a moment, decided to bypass the two sculptures for the time being, went straight to the theme, and came to the tallest tomb in the center.
The tomb occupies a very large area, and there are many wooden shelves around it, on which are displayed pieces of simple or complex decorations, such as vases, candlesticks, mirror frames and so on.
While observing carefully, Li Ang searched for the belongings in it. Suddenly, a long and long song came from afar.
The singing seems to come from the distant future, drifting slowly in the silent tomb.
The Artistic Concept of the lyrics is very weird. After listening to it, Li Ang couldn't help being stunned for half a second, and then he reacted suddenly.
What was sung was not an ordinary ballad, but a mantra.
Li Ang's pupils shrank suddenly, and a flash of lightning flashed in his mind.
"Sacrifice".
"Sacrifice, sacrifice."
The deep and lonely singing is full of sadness, as if everything has passed away, leaving only eternal lament and endless pain lingering in people's hearts, which makes people feel palpitations, fear, despair and suffocation.
"This is a sacrifice dedicated to His Majesty Thrall!"
Li Ang gritted his teeth and roared, rushed forward, raised his ax to chop.
However, this mutilated skeleton easily dodged his attack, its body trembled slightly, releasing majestic magic power, and forcefully opened the iron pick.
"Sal, you can't die!"
Li Ang swung the ax again and slashed down hard, but the bones were unscathed.
The magic power of this skeleton was greater than he had imagined.
The skeleton stretched out its shriveled old arms, reached out to Li Ang, and grabbed his shoulders.
The five fingers of the skeleton clung to Li Ang's flesh like steel pliers, and pressed down hard, pushing Li Ang to the ground.
rumbling...
Li Ang felt that the ground was trembling, as if thousands of troops were coming across the ground.
His cheek was pressed against the ground, and he felt the cold and damp wind blowing all over his body.
"Run!"
Li Ang struggled desperately, hacking wildly with the axe, but he couldn't shake the bones at all, instead he was dragged forward.
Amidst the clattering sound of bones colliding, the skeleton finally let go of its palm, and Li Ang regained his freedom.
"what to do?"
Li Ang panted heavily and stood up.
At this time, a strand of shadow in the tomb suddenly separated and wrapped around Li Ang's waist.
"Hmm~"
Li Ang's throat choked and he froze instantly, his muscles tensed and his hair stood on end.
This cold breath is transmitted from the spine to the limbs.
Li Ang's spine was covered with a layer of black-purple scales, entrenched on it like a poisonous snake, twisted ferociously, emitting a foul and rotten smell.
This is the gene of the dragon family.
Li Ang has seen similar descriptions in some materials.
The gene fusion of dragons and snakes gave birth to dragons, and the bloodline of dragons will transform into snakes. Snakes and lizards can also be combined to give birth to dragons, so that they can be regarded as true dragons.
But this is not the initial state of the dragon race. With the improvement of the genetic level, the dragon race will enter the atavism stage, transforming from the inside of the spine into a dragon shape, and the body becomes more solid and larger.
Li Ang's spine was black, and it didn't completely transform into a dragon shape. Instead, dragon whiskers, dragon claws, and dragon scales grew on it, and it had some special functions.
"Isn't this thing the legendary dragon tendon?"
Li Ang was dumbfounded, and tentatively pulled the dragon tendon, but as expected, a sharp pain came from behind.
Li Ang's body wobbled and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he had taken precautions and stabilized his body. He hurriedly retreated to the middle of the tomb, pulled out the torch nailed to the side of the sarcophagus, and used the torch to illuminate the entire tomb.
The sarcophagus remained silent, and inside the coffin lay Thrall's body, curled up in a ball, without moving at all.
His body was covered with armor made of bronze, and the bones of his head and neck had disappeared, leaving only two uneven scars.
"I'm so stupid..."
Li Ang swallowed, "Is this guy cut alive?"
His thoughts were running fast, and countless thoughts came to his head: "Thal was killed by the cultists, but before he died, he activated forbidden magic and sealed everyone in the tomb..."
"Does he want to preserve the corpse so that the cultists will not defile it?"
"But why did you choose to bury it in such a hidden place, and set up such a strange mechanism to make it look like a tomb?"
Li Ang looked around and suddenly caught a glimpse of a plaque in the corner.
This is a wooden sign made of mahogany, with the words "My Graveyard" written on it.
"here it is……"
Li Ang was stunned for a moment, "Tombstone..."
He suddenly realized, "No wonder there was no response when I knocked on the sarcophagus just now. It turns out that the material of the sarcophagus is the same as this tombstone..."
The sarcophagus is engraved with various exquisite patterns, but Li Ang is not familiar with ancient characters, nor can he understand the meaning of the symbols and letters on it.
He stared at the tombstone, his eyes gradually narrowed, and his lips moved.
"The material of this tombstone is similar to that of the 'temple'..."
The temple is a city in Egyptian mythology and legend. It is located in Western Europe and belongs to a subsidiary dynasty of the Roman Empire. It is the capital of the Roman Empire.
"The body buried here is that of a great Egyptian nobleman named Alexandru Othman.
It is said that he is the richest and most powerful warrior in Egypt, a believer in the gods, and has great influence.
He led the Egyptian army to conquer the whole world and established a kingdom named Alexandru. "
Li Ang muttered in a low voice, and a secondary image appeared in his mind. A cavalryman descended from the sky, threw heads and corpses into the pits, and filled them with soil.
The picture finally freezes on a group of white-robed wizards and priests. These people hold staffs, holy shields, and holy swords, and surround the pit, chanting obscure and difficult Sanskrit.
They are heretics, summoning the undead!
One skeleton after another walked out of the pit, stood on the edge of the pit, looked down at the people in the pit, grinning, showing sharp teeth, and creaking sounds from their throats.
"Is this the so-called 'ghost'?"
Li Ang muttered to himself, looking at the group of wizards.
His eyes passed through the mist and fell on a chunky old wizard, wearing a hood and a gray cloak, with a warm and kind smile on his face, holding a roll of parchment in his hand, chanting.
"Amen, may the glory of our Lord spread over every inch of land..."
"Amen, may the light of our Lord illuminate every town..."
"Amen, may the glory of our Lord save all beings..."
The old wizard prayed over and over again, and after each prayer, he looked up at the cloudy night sky and prayed devoutly.
It was raining and raining, pattering down.
The figure of the old wizard gradually faded, like a dream bubble that was about to disappear, but the parchment was still burning.
The parchment drifted into the rain, soaked and dissolved, and turned into a puddle of pitch-black powder.
A drop of black ash fell on the top of the tombstone, next to Thrall's head.