Sergeant Rhodok was breathing slightly.

But he didn't make any assertions, and slowly retreated from the open door.

Although the light of the torches can only shine for a dozen meters around, the walls of this hall are gilded and glazed ornaments, so the torches flicker, illuminating almost the entire temple hall.

Skeletons and skeletons all over the ground were also displayed in front of their eyes.

The whole room was littered with bones.

Layers.

The bones pressed against the bones, the skeletons pressed against the skeletons, the forest was pale, and there were faintly visible linen or velvet fabrics, but they were all tattered, which only added a bit of eerie horror.

The Rhodok sergeants looked at each other and retreated out of the hall.

They retreated into the alleyway.

The last sergeant turned around and left, and he needed to report the situation to Kant.

But he hasn't left the alleyway yet.

Outside, new torches appeared at the stone gate, and more Sergeant Rhodok entered.

At the same time, there is Kant, who is protected by the crowd.

"Calm down."

Kant frowned, seeing the unusually anxious appearance of this Rhodok sergeant, he couldn't help but clench his heart slightly, and asked him in a deep voice: "What's the matter, what did you find in the temple?" ”

"My lord, there are skeletons everywhere!" The sergeant gave a quick report.

"Skeletons?"

Kant's eyes shrank instantly.

What came to mind was the low-level skeleton infantry of the undead clan.

Dressed in torn armor, armed with weapons made of ribs or thigh bones, some of the finest iron weapons that might rust or break, glowing with the blue soul fire in the sockets of the skull, the skeleton remaining in the grave, still manipulated by evil and resurrected, desecrated by evil.

Although these skeleton soldiers with only bones are extremely low in combat effectiveness, the undead clan is precisely by controlling a very large number of skeleton soldiers and using the tactic of crowds to drown the enemy, otherwise there will be no famous undead scourge!

"Be vigilant!"

Kant commanded in a deep voice.

The soldiers who had been pouring in behind them quickly retreated, spreading their cordons around the pyramid.

In such a small area, so many soldiers came in, it could only be a burden.

As an elite army, of course, they knew that there were few people and they were noble, so Sergeant Rhodok, who was good at foot combat and protection, came in separately and stood in front of Kant with a broad shield.

They walked briskly down the alleyway, pushing open the gilded wooden door with a delicate pattern.

Kant's eyes shrank instantly.

"This..."

His words could not describe the horrors of what he had seen so far.

It's really skeletons!

Just as Sergeant Rhodok felt shocked.

The skeletons were layered all over the floor, and the hall of nearly 2,000 square meters was full of broken and folded bones.

Even Kant could vaguely see that there should be more than a dozen rows of seats in the hall by the reflected firelight, but all of them were submerged by these bones, and the highest place was the high platform at the end of the hall, where the skeletons were stacked for nearly half a meter.

According to the estimation of so many bones, at least 5000+ people must die here to form.

"It was a massacre."

The mages opened their mouths slightly, and said slowly: "The breath here is the coldness left by the dead, with resentment and curses on the living, although it has passed thousands or even tens of thousands of years, it still exists. ”

"It's terrifying." Sergeants Rhodok whispered similarly.

Nearly 5000+ people were all slaughtered in this hall, how could it not be terrifying?

They are from the continent of Calradia.

Although there was a lot of fighting, there was absolutely no massacre of this magnitude.

This is equivalent to a massacre of the city, a genocidal massacre, a level of slaughter that has rarely occurred in recorded time in Calradia.

Even in the warlike world in which the Einface Empire operates, the slaughter of 5,000 people at once is terrifying.

Now appears in front of Kant.

Squinting slightly, his expression calmed down.

In his previous life, he had not learned about the massacres of hundreds of thousands and millions.

Compared with the troops recruited by these systems, Kant from reality undoubtedly has more insight, but he suddenly saw the slaughter of nearly 5000+ people, and his psychology was a little uncalm, and he quickly recovered as he adjusted his inner mood.

"But that's okay."

The mages spoke, and said in a calm tone, "These skeletons have lost their souls and have no chance of becoming undead. ”

Kant nodded, but his gaze looked ahead.

"What's that, a... Old man? ”

He looked at the end of the hall.

It was a stone platform half a meter high, and a small statue of the god was placed.

Linen and velvet ornaments can be vaguely seen all around, because they have not been touched for thousands of years, although they are badly damaged, but they can vaguely see the mysterious sun god pattern on it.

In front of the idol was an old man sitting on a golden chair.

He wore a robe of gold thread, more elaborate ornamentation than the woman in the golden coffin that Kant had in the ruins, and a scepter made of gold lay in the crook of his arm, and a crown of gold on his head.

There is no doubt that he is a superior person.

"There's negative energy in it."

The mage reminded, "There may be a little danger. ”

"A little dangerous?" Kant was pleased with the word: "That is, there is no danger? ”

"Be careful." Mage Dao.

Kant looked at the old man with white eyebrows, his face still calm.

Since it is a little dangerous, it means that there is not much danger, Kant is naturally not too nervous, but he will not relax his vigilance either, and turned to Sergeant Rodok and said, "I need someone to investigate." ”

"I'll go!"

Without any hesitation, the two Rhodok sergeants stepped forward and strode forward with broad shields like turtle shells on their backs.

Holding an axe-like two-handed machete, his arms were held in parallel, so that the spear at the tip was aimed at the old man who was sitting on a golden chair and holding a golden scepter, stepping on the layers of bones, accompanied by the sound of crackling bones being trampled, slowly stepping forward.

The Rhodok sergeants behind him raised their shields one after another, carefully blocking Kant's sides, only the strong broad shield in their hands was the source of peace in their hearts.

Four more Ravenston Ranger came in.

With a solemn face, he raised the heavy bow in his hand, put on the cone-headed arrow, and faintly aimed at the sitting old man.

They were equally uneasy.

The mages raised their staffs, and the few remaining magic bolts were ready.

The two Sergeants Rhodok walked slowly.

The sound of Kara's bones breaking was incessant, and even beneath his feet, a faint blue shimmer of light in the skeletons, slowly extinguishing like phosphorus fire as they stepped on them.

Thousands of years is a long time.

It grows to the point that even the undead will be wiped out in it.

But when the two Sergeants Rhodok were about to approach the stone platform, the heavy long-handled machete in the shape of an axe halberd in their hands was less than 2 meters away from the old man's body, a cold golden light slowly appeared on the top of the stone platform.

It was like a slowly falling catkins that appeared on top of the old man's head.

"Come back! That's a soul series spell! ”

The mages next to Kant shouted violently.

And at the stone platform, the two Sergeants Rhodok did not hesitate at all, and immediately turned around and ran backwards.

The broad shield on their backs, though like a tortoiseshell, was able to block the enemy's attacks, so these Rhodok sergeants dared to point their backs at the enemy, and in fact, if they fought with weapons in both hands, their backs were the most defense-strong area!

Sometimes they were injured, and in order not to destroy the formation, they would turn their backs and use the broad shield on their backs as a low wall to block the enemy's attack, which was very effective.

However, the expected soul attack did not come.

The seven mages still looked solemn, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Kant looked at the stone platform.

The golden catkins fluttered, and the old man with white hair made a slight movement.

The gold-forged scepter had been leaning on the old man's arms, but now it was moving slowly with his movements, as if it was about to fall to the ground, and the situation was urgent.

But at the moment of falling, an old hand full of wrinkles held it.

"Humans."

The old man looked up slowly, his tone rusty and indifferent.

He didn't continue to speak after he spoke, but pondered quietly for three or five seconds before he raised his head again and looked at Kant who was in the middle and was protected: "Human nobles. ”

"I am." Kant stepped forward, clubbed his knight's sword and asked, "What do you call it?" ”

"Humble slave."

But the old man seemed to be enraged, and a gray color appeared in his eyes, and the whole pale and wrinkled old face also appeared with anger: "Kneel, salute me, who can allow you, dare to look me directly when you stand, look directly at the honorable, Your Majesty the Pope of the Sun God Cult!" ”

His anger seemed to communicate with the rules around him, the temperature rose slightly, the dust on the surrounding walls kept falling, and those gold leafs emitted a subtle golden light, like dazzling lights, completely illuminating the hall.

But an eerie wind blew through it.

With resentment and vicious curses, it quickly circled the room.

Kant and they could clearly feel the temperature falling again after rising, a slight wind blowing through them, but more wind rushed towards the old man who called himself the Pope, whistling and blowing the garment of gold silk on him.

At the same time, the grayness in the old man's eyes became more and more obvious, and the whole person sat on the golden chair, and fell into a kind of memory-like dazedness: "This is... Oh, it's you... Why are you... No... I remember... The final showdown... The shelter was attacked... The betrayal of humanity... The end of the entire age of the gods! ”

He muttered slowly, and the grayness in his eyes became more and more obvious.

In the end, the golden glow that was still in the eyes completely disappeared.

And the sun god pattern in the center of the eyebrows turned from gold to blood, reflecting the dense bloodshot that appeared in the gray and white of the two eyes, looking at Kant and them, his eyes were full of resentment and hatred: "Human, traitor to the gods!" ”

"Whew-"

A scorching wind surged instantly.

That terrifying force instantly blew up the skeletons in the entire hall.