"Lord Protection!"

Sergeant Rhodok raised his broad shield directly in front of Kant.

The blowing skeleton was everywhere throughout the hall, but it didn't last long, and in a few moments, it subsided with the sound of a severe cough in the ear.

Unconsciously, the scorching wind disappeared.

On the stone platform, the old man in a golden robe and a scepter stood up.

But now he's hunched over and coughing heavily.

The voice was extremely poignant.

After a long pause, the golden crown on his head fell to the ground, and the whole person muttered to himself in despair: "After the fall of the gods, is it already the era of the end of the law, is it possible that the divine lich I transformed into has become invalid, no, I sacrificed so many gods, and the transformation failed... It can't be..."

"Whoosh-"

The terrible sound of arrows roared in the hall.

The cone-headed arrow grazed the old man's sideburns and landed heavily on the idol behind him.

The sound of gold and iron sounded.

The idol's waist was pierced by cone-headed arrows shot from a full bow.

Only then did it turn out that the idol was actually made of gold, but it was drenched with something strange and stained with a lot of dust over time, so that it looked like stone.

"Old man, I think you should calm down."

The Livingston Ranger who shot the cone-headed arrow spoke slowly, "Or, rather, the evil undead." ”

The mages had determined that the old man was an undead.

From the rich negative energy contained in the body, it can be known that there is only some positive energy, although the two have a great conflict, but they can still maintain a fragile balance.

That's why the mages didn't let Kant give the order to deal with the old man directly.

"But will he listen to us?"

Kant smiled faintly.

Looking at the old man, he said, "Even the humble slave has been shouted out, then this matter will definitely not be dealt with calmly, even if I think, he will not do it." ”

In the age of the gods, humans were slaves.

Kant understood this.

If it is a former slave owner, after losing power, but finds that his slave occupies his own homeland and gains new rights, how can he relax and shake hands with his former slave?

Or do you know that you don't even have the qualifications to shake hands and make peace, but you have to be a slave yourself?

Peace will not come.

The old man who claimed to be the Pope turned his head to look at the destroyed idol, his old face was expressionless, only in his gray, bloodshot eyes, there was a bit of insulting anger: "Humble human slaves, you have betrayed the gods, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have stolen the fallen godhead, in vain trying to protect the dying Sun Holy City with the body of divinity and undead!" ”

He said slowly, his voice extremely hoarse: "Even if it is the end of the Dharma era, I can still use the power obtained in the gods, this is the power of the gods, the power that you humans absolutely cannot touch!" ”

The scepter of gold lit up.

But by that, another scream appeared in his ears in an instant.

A cone-headed arrow came in an instant, shooting directly at the golden scepter in his hand, unable to hold it with one hand, and instantly bounced out with the cone-headed arrow, smashing into the pile of skeletons.

"Maybe you don't get it."

Kant spoke slowly: "Now is the age of mankind. ”

After a pause, Kant looked at the old man who had not yet reacted, and said lightly: "If you want to die, I can fulfill you, even if it is an undead, I can completely destroy your body." ”

But what responded to him was the hot and cold temperatures.

And the old man who called himself the Pope and stared at Kant viciously, the hatred from the bottom of his heart!

"Then there's nothing to talk about."

Kant spoke, his tone calm.

Turning his head to look at the four Ravenston rangers next to him, he said, "Kill him." ”

"Whoosh-"

A terrible scream appeared instantly.

Four cone-headed arrows directly tore through the void's obstruction and nailed it into the old man's eyes, eyebrows, and mouth.

The old man, who was between life and death, was instantly brought by the tremendous force and fell backwards, and the black and golden liquid splashed out, causing him to sit on his golden chair.

"It's not over yet."

The mages opened their mouths to warn.

On the stone platform in front of him, the old man who was sitting on the golden chair slowly raised his head.

The face has been destroyed by 4 cone-headed arrows.

Even the mouth was completely torn apart, and sharp cone-tipped arrows pierced the back of the head, including the arrows in the center of the eyebrows and eye sockets, all stained with pitch-black and golden liquid, and fell to the ground ticking.

But the old guy is still not dead.

"This is the constitution of the undead, and there is no vital point and weakness of flesh and blood."

The mages immediately explained, "The best way to do this is to completely destroy their physical bodies, or crush them directly at the soul level. After a pause, their tone was a little regretful: "If the priest of the Inquisition is here, it is estimated that as long as he casts a dispel spell, this old guy who has become an undead will be directly burned and die completely." ”

Kant said lightly: "It's a pity that I don't have a priest from the Inquisition, but I think it's no problem to destroy this guy's body." ”

Wave forward.

The Livingston Ranger continued to shoot.

The sound of swishing is endless, and one by one the cone-tipped arrows arrive in an instant.

The throat, heart, arms, knees, lower abdominal organs and other parts are all nailed with cone-headed arrows.

The force brought by the shooting even made this undead who was covered with cone-headed arrows all over his body, and the whole person fell to the golden chair, trembling all over, but he couldn't stand up, even if he wanted to make an angry sound, because the cone arrows directly pierced the flesh in his mouth and throat, and he could only make a great sound.

Even the abyssal demons with terrifying defense will be slightly broken by the cone arrow, and the lich who is just the body of the undead will still be shot into a hedgehog by these top archers with armor-piercing cone arrows!

Not to mention Sergeant Rhodok.

Their faces were grim and they strode forward.

The axe-like machete in his hand was clenched this time, and as they strode forward, it was aimed directly at the old man's chest, who had gone for the purpose of killing!

Behind him were Sergeant Rhodok's companions.

But in his left hand he had a broad shield, and in his right hand he held a mace like a crane's beak.

When he got closer, the axe and spear were instantly nailed to the old man's body, and at the same time, the mace was unceremoniously hammered towards the back of the head and the fragile torso.

With a muffled popping sound, streams of catkins-like golden rays emanated.

Black smoke is also filling.

The entire old man's body was dismembered, and dark black and golden liquid flowed.

The hall was filled with a cold wind and a rising temperature.

"Solved."

The mages spoke, their voices tinged with a bit of luck.

Looking at the corpse that was completely motionless and had been chopped into flesh, his face was calm and said: "This lich is not sealed, but has been sitting motionless for thousands of years, and its former abilities have long since dissipated with time, leaving only an empty shell. ”

"That's good." Kant nodded, raising his hand to stop moving.

If it is a lich at its peak, it is estimated that he can fight against the peak of the terrifying abyss demon.

The high-end combat power of the undead race is not weaker than that of other races.

And if you want to become a lich, at least you are a knowledgeable and powerful mage.

For example, this old man who was dressed in a golden silk robe, wore a golden crown on his head, and held a golden scepter in his hand, claiming to be the Pope of the Helios Cult, was easily killed by Kant's troops.

The history he lived through would definitely reveal the secrets of an era that Kant did not understand.

The true history of the Age of the Gods.

But although Kant was puzzled, he was not the slightest curious about history.

He can choose to know, and he can choose to kill this lich, so that he can understand who is the protagonist now.

Strength is everything.

Since this old lich who has just woken up dares to treat humans as slaves in the age of the gods and be unceremonious to him, then Kant also does not need to be polite.

If you don't choose peace, go back to his time and accompany the wreckage who have died!

"There are soul fluctuations!"

At this moment, the mages instantly lifted their staffs, their faces solemn.

Sergeant Rhodok at the stone platform ahead quickly retreated.

At the corpse that had been chopped into minced flesh, faint black smoke kept coming out, condensing into the appearance of a human body, looking like the Pope Lich just now, with his eyes closed, the black smoke on his body was thick, which brought a faint yin wind, which added a bit of horror.

It's really like a demon from the underworld, a ghost that survives in the age of the gods, with hatred for the living, and wants to destroy the world completely.

But when he opened his eyes.

It's a faint glimmer of gold.

The appearance of the ghost is very conspicuous, but the golden light gradually occupies the main limbs and veins in the body composed of black smoke, and converges at the heart to form a golden ball.

"I... Failed..."

His lips opened, but the voice seemed to appear invisibly.

His eyes swept across the hall full of skeletons and bones, and the regret and remorse of the living appeared inside: "I sacrificed all the gods to the plane of the undead... Using the fallen godhead of the sun god, he was indeed transformed into a divine lich in the end... But he lost his will and became a puppet to be manipulated..."

The golden ghost looked at Kant, his eyes met, and he seemed to understand something: "Human... You have betrayed the gods... The same betrayal of the devil ... I really didn't expect the gods to fall... After the defeat of the demons... It's you who dominate the world... But it doesn't matter... It's not like a demon has the world in charge..."

"Who are you?" Kant frowned slightly.

The mages beside him carried their staffs, and the soldiers watched with the same vigilance.

This is the first time they have seen this kind of ghost, which is obviously disembodied!

The ghost that gradually revealed the old face appeared, the same as the old man's face just now, but with a little more popularity from his expression, but the voice became weaker and weaker, and it seemed to disappear at any time: "Me? I am... A poor puppet... A poor fellow who tries to protect his homeland and his people with other powers... But I'm going to dissipate now, and before that... The nobility of mankind... Let's go to the Holy City of the Sun to the north... Rescue the daughter of the gods from the coffin of eternity... Take my scepter... You will be... Heliosianism's... New... The Pope..."

PS: This volume is a very important foreshadowing, connecting the whole setting background. Speaking of asking for recommended tickets and monthly passes...