In the realm of the undead, in a desolate place 000 miles away from Stratholme, a new mysterious altar stands silently over the cold and frozen ground.

Wandering around the altar are elite patrols of cemetery lickers, and in the distance you can see the bat demon riding in the sky. Four tall, mighty, half-illusory necromancers wielded the massive Death Scythe to divide the four corners, silently guarding the slender figure standing on the altar.

It's a mysterious guy with a black cloak shroud.

He hung his head down, letting the shadow of his hood hide him. Even the cold wind of the undead world could not blow the cloth cloak in the slightest, as if it was just a phantom there.

Vulture, the mysterious figure moved.

He tilted his head, as if listening to something. Instantly, two inexplicable ghostly fires lit up in the shadow of the deep hood.

When he reached out and brushed down the hood of his head, a white skull was revealed in this eerie and cold world.

As the Venerable Lord of the Cemetery, the Holy Light Skull Hiberil no longer has to carry out those extremely dangerous and meritorious missions. But as a member of the Great Necropolis, under the personal arrangement of the Lord of the Cemetery, he deliberately turned from the Dark City to this remote corner of the undead world today, and played his role here as a special hole card in the defense of Stratholme.

Everything is ready, all the qiē is ready, just waiting for the order from afar.

As a veteran cemetery lord, he has his own eyes and ears at the forefront of the war, and he also knows a lot about what happened there. However, when and how to turn over his hole card still depends on the arrangement of the master of the cemetery, so he can only wait and wait......

However, it didn't take him long to wait, the appearance of the legendary lich and the massive pressure of the undead army undoubtedly touched the threshold of the necropolis, and a clear soul command poured into the Soul Festival of Hiberil.

The order is sent directly to the master of the cemetery.

After verifying the soul breath, the Holy Light Skull waved his hand to order the surrounding guards to enter the highest state of state, and then he knelt down on one leg in front of the altar without hurry, and began to murmur prayers in a strange tone. And in front of him, at the end of the altar, it was the emblem of Tyr, the god of justice on the Klein Continent.

It didn't take much power for the Holy Light Skeleton to connect to the vast and deep network of faith in the endless distance. The natural instinct of blaspheming the priesthood allowed him to disguise himself as a devout believer in Tyre in an instant, avoiding the majestic ripples of consciousness that constantly scanned the entire faith network over and over again, and quietly raised his level in the system of the faith network, one by one approaching the divine brilliance that stood at the core of the faith network.

Walking through the network system composed of criss-crossing divine power channels, countless overlapping muttering prayers can be heard at every moment, like magic sounds, but it is difficult to distinguish the identity of the prayer object and the content of the prayer. And in the very center of the entire belief system, a source of pure divine power that is as brilliant as the sun is exuding endless majesty and power.

Hiberil did not dare to look directly at this source of divine power, but only walked slowly around the periphery of the faith network. If it were his usual routine, he would hide in the edge of the network and disguise himself as an ordinary faculty member to steal some magical powers. But not today, today he will have more important things to do.

To do this, he needed to get closer to that source of divine power than ever before!

The closer he got to that divine radiance, the more severe the divine burn that Hiberil endured. Although he was able to disguise his soul state, he couldn't change the nature of his undead creatures, and he would not be hurt at all. Even many times, when his soul was in such a strong aura of righteous divine power, his consciousness wandered a little.

This is the manifestation that his ontological consciousness cannot withstand the invasion of divine power, and if he stays for a longer time, I am afraid that even his ontological consciousness far away in the undead realm will completely dissolve into this piece of divine light.

As a blasphemous priest, stealing some divine power from the belief systems of one god after another is probably what he is best at doing on a daily basis. But never before had he dared to elevate himself so close to the power of the God of Justice's origin. It is no exaggeration that in front of him, perhaps only three or four more levels will be required to touch the body of a god for the first time in his history.

But these three or four steps are something he can't cross in his eternal life!

In the festival of the belief system, there are not many people who can be in the class of Hiberil, and when converted to the secular world, how can it be the level of a diocesan bishop. Therefore, his arrival has undoubtedly aroused the attention of the entire belief system.

As the divine immense consciousness stretched towards the light in which he was, the disguise of Hiberil's projection consciousness was instantly reduced to ashes under the scorching of the divine light.

"Undead!"

"Undead!"

“……”

“……”

One after another, the condensed and condensed grand will almost discerned the origin of his soul almost the moment the Holy Light Skeleton disguised and disappeared, and he was even more overwhelmed by this unexpected situation, and all kinds of surprises came one after another. Of course, there were also many of them who reacted quickly, and almost at the same time as identifying the origin of the Holy Light Skull, one after another Holy Light surged towards the Soul Festival where he was.

Incredible!

A genuine god's belief system is mixed with an undead creature.

Such a paradoxical thing, if it spreads, is enough to laugh off the big teeth of all the clergy, provided of course that the clergyman is not a believer in Tyr, the god of justice.

There was no need to advocate mobilization at all, under the leadership of three or two high-level leaders, the continuous divine power of justice swept towards Hiberil like a stormy wave. In the face of such a terrifying and magnificent pure and fair divine power, even a legendary lich will be "purified" in an instant!

It's a pity that the Holy Light Skeleton Hiberil, who has been prepared for a long time, is worthy of the title of blasphemy priest, and the skill of anointing the soles of his feet is a must. The body remained motionless in the distant realm of the undead, but the projected consciousness began to jump quickly and frequently. The whole belief system is like an undefended city beneath its feet, allowing it to travel back and forth, drawing a tidal wave of holy light around and around.

However, the belief system was, after all, a network of channels built purely by the followers of the god of justice, Tyr, and when all the Souls realized the invasion of the cultists and began to resonate with the central source of divine power, the space that Hiberil could jump into quickly shrank.

Seeing that the opportunity was not good, Hiberil did not dare to delay any longer, and the consciousness projection shouted, "Down with a qiē pseudo-god!" After that, he quickly returned to the ontology with the vague and subtle connection. At the same time, the vast divine brilliance that was completely enraged, driven by the consciousness of several cardinal archbishops, did not hesitate to waste divine power to chase across the thousands of endless voids, vowing to purify this abominable undead.

At the same time, the scene of the desecration ceremony in the undead realm, thousands of miles away, was already full of waves and illusions.

Although the power of divine radiance has not yet crossed the border, the leading tentacles of that great power have already penetrated into the realm of the undead following the clear imprint left by Hiberil.

For tens of thousands of years, the fading of vitality caused by the passage of the plane origin has long since made the undead world no longer recover, and the power of the high-level rule origin such as pure divine power has disappeared. Therefore, when that wisp of pure and supreme divine power appeared in the undead realm, the space where the desecration ritual was located boiled.

The heavy, eternal lead-gray clouds above the sky seemed to have encountered some kind of repulsion, drifting away from the place at an extremely fast speed. The rare clear sky dome that was revealed was almost translucent, and countless wisps of surging power of plane rules actually had a tendency to manifest under the inducement of pure divine power.

If this is a normal and perfect plane world, the power of these intertwined plane rules should appear in the form of a long river of origin, flowing and endless. Judging from the power of the plane rules of the undead world at this time, the long river of origin has long been fragmented, and the wisps are like gurgling streams, and there are many rules that have been missing, making people suddenly feel a sense of loss of soul loss.

At this time, if someone is willing to meditate and comprehend, they will definitely be able to experience a deeper power from the power of these stupid and moving plane origin rules. It's a pity that at the scene of the desecration ceremony, there were already chickens and dogs jumping, wolves and rats rushing around, and there were undead figures fleeing in panic everywhere.

The only Holy Light Skeleton Hybriel, who had the ability to comprehend the power of the rules, was also like a tanuki with a burning tail at this time, and as soon as the consciousness projection returned to the main body, he took out a piece of Hearthstone in a panic and disappeared in an instant.

As soon as his figure disappeared, that mighty divine power had already broken through the shackles of the plane barrier and exploded in the undead realm.

Invasion of the Light.

This may be just a sesame mung bean thing for the ordinary plane, but for the undead realm that has been infected by rich negative energy, he does not hesitate to pour a scoop of cold water into the boiling oil pot.

Almost at the same time as the Holy Light poured in, half of the Undead Realm was boiling.

The Undead Realm is a large plane far beyond the Crane Continent in terms of plane volume alone, and the Semi-Undead Realm infected by the Holy Light this time already has a dimensional space no less than that of the Crane Continent. All the undead within the scope of this light will instinctively swell up with a wave of disgust and disgust from the soul, which will then evolve into unforgettable hatred and tyranny.

No matter what these undead were doing one moment, the next moment they must have turned around and rushed frantically towards the place where the holy light erupted.

One is so, and two are so...... When all the undead rushed out of the lair and headed into the distance, a wave appeared that swept through the entire area.

As a result, the undead riot that Li Xun had been able to see happened again.

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