mijobooks Chapter 348 Ancient Giant Cauldron, Temple Ruins
Chapter 348 Ancient Giant Cauldron, Temple Ruins
In the center of the castle is an ancient giant tripod, soaring into the sky, the whole body is made of brass, exuding an obscure and heavy atmosphere.
Li Ang was dumbfounded, and murmured, "This... what kind of place is this?"
"This is the deep dungeon of the temple ruins."
An indifferent man's voice rang in his ears, "Every winter, the priests of the Holy Sepulcher Parish will send knights to escort the living to this place.
I was one of the third knights to escort the living.
You, too, will soon be sent there to be sacrificed to the devout followers of the gods.
The so-called Church of the Holy Sepulchre is actually a follower of evil gods, blasphemy, and deserves death.
I will bring your head to the gods and sacrifice it to him for eternal protection. "
After the man finished speaking, his figure disappeared and disappeared again.
Li Ang was stunned for a while, then realized, and cursed secretly: "Damn, there is a problem! What do these necromancers want?"
He tried to contact "God", but unfortunately did not receive any response.
"Damn it, what happened to this body?
Why is my mind imprisoned and unable to move? "
Li Ang tried hard, but to no avail, so he had to stop struggling and vigilantly guard his surroundings, looking for hope of escape.
He found that the surrounding environment was very strange, full of strong sinister coldness, and a stench of decay and corruption in the air, it seemed that even time had been frozen.
Li Ang's head was dizzy and his consciousness was fuzzy.
"Oops, my soul is entering a deep sleep... No matter, go to sleep, just wake up."
He sighed and slowly closed his eyes.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, something strange happened suddenly.
Li Ang's soul twitched suddenly, as if suffering some kind of severe pain, and then returned to calm.
But Li Ang's body was still stiff and cold, and limp down little by little.
Li Ang opened his eyes blankly, looked at own's hands, and felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.
These hands are no different from the ordinary hands he used before, they are even thinner, but they possess enormous strength.
"my body……"
Li Ang looked down and saw a strange picture - a rough tail stretched across the chest, covered with scales, with dense bulges at the end, like some kind of deformed life.
His right hand turned into a claw, with long and slender knuckles. The back of his hand was covered with a thick layer of cyan armor, and there was a barb resembling a scorpion tail growing on the palm.
Hundreds of tiny suction cups extend from the tip of the tail, like a spider spinning silk, quickly outlines a complex magic symbol, emitting an undetectable pale green fluorescence, covering Li Ang's neck, throat and forehead.
Li Ang's eyes were covered with a thin layer of frost, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he passed out completely.
"As expected of a god, the Transcendent ability bestowed upon me..."
A hoarse voice sounded, Li Ang woke up suddenly, and saw a mysterious wizard in black robe and hood squatting beside him, observing his situation with interest.
"You fainted just now."
The black-clothed wizard raised his wrist, looked at his watch, and said in a relaxed tone, "According to your state, within five seconds at most, you will completely lose your will and become a numb puppet.
Fortunately, I cast the 'Nightmare Technique' in time to help you get rid of the negative state. "
"Who are you?"
Li Ang frowned and asked, "Where is this again?"
The wizard smiled, "My name is Adelaide, and I am a necromancer.
You are my captive now, come with me, the gods let me take you to the altar and offer it to Him. "
After speaking, Adelaide grabbed Li Ang's shoulder, turned and walked out.
Li Ang was dragged outside the castle and came to a dilapidated building.
A strange wind blew in, making Li Ang tremble uncontrollably, his body ached unbearably, as if being roasted by fire.
"What the hell are you going to do?"
Li Ang asked through gritted teeth.
Adelaide had a treacherous and cruel smile on his face, "The grace of the gods cannot be disappointed, since you have received a gift from the gods, you must pay the corresponding rewards.
Give your soul to be his slave. "
Before he finished speaking, Adelaide raised his hand and pressed Li Ang's forehead.
"Ahhhhhh..."
A mournful howl sounded, and along with Li Ang's heart-piercing screams, he felt that his own consciousness quickly melted away, turned into a smoke of nothingness, and was sucked into the dark abyss.
Li Ang only felt the light flickering in front of his eyes, and his body kept shaking, finally stagnating in mid-air.
Wisps of light spilled through the dark dome, illuminating the surrounding fields.
In the distance, a majestic and tall figure stands on the mountain peak, like a god.
This figure is completely black, wearing gorgeous armor, stepping on a war horse, holding a black spear, helmet and breastplate are made of metal, exuding a cold and sharp aura.
Li Ang raised his neck and stared at the owner of the black horse in shock.
In his sight, the opponent was tall and tall, wearing a set of silver-white chain armor, with a thick iron chain wrapped around his left arm, and a huge broadsword in his right hand.
On the chest of the wide battle armor, there is a delicate and majestic crown.
"...God!" Li Ang murmured.
His gaze crossed the black war horse and reached the high tower, his heart beating wildly.
This is a huge altar, built on the top of a cliff, surrounded by sixteen stone monuments, emitting a faint brilliance.
More than a dozen undead guards riding skeleton warhorses guarded the four walls of the altar, holding weapons and looking dignified.
Li Ang saw complex and mysterious runes engraved on the sixteen stone tablets, and the textures intertwined and gathered together to form a complex and complicated magic circle.
In the center of the altar, there is a lifelike sculpture, which is a middle-aged cavalryman with a height of eight or nine meters and a heroic appearance.
This middle-aged cavalryman is wearing armor all over his body, with a broad sword across his waist, and a sharp and ferocious spear inlaid with gemstones in his hand. The mount under his crotch is also wearing a black cloak, and a red turban is wrapped around his head, revealing sharp horns and fangs , There are two rows of serrated fangs on both sides of the mouth.
Judging from the attire, this should be the tribal leader in the northwest wilderness, or the ruler of the nomadic people.
Behind the knight sculpture is a faint blue magic portal, and a black light curtain emerges in the middle of the door, reflecting another world.
Li Ang narrowed his eyes and looked around.
That world was completely different from the Erathia continent he was familiar with. The sky was gray and a blood moon hung in the night sky.
There are many corpses on the ground, all kinds, some are human skeletal limbs, some are orc skeleton fragments, dripping with blood, leaving a strong and terrifying aura.
"Is that the Kingdom of God?"
Li Ang thought to himself, "But why does it look so... like a tomb?"
Not all of these corpses are well preserved, a small part has been corroded, and most of the rest are charred black.
There were wounds all over their bodies, as if they had encountered a fierce fight.