Sergeant Rhodoks breathed slightly.

But he did not make a good claim, and slowly backed away at the door opened.

Although the light of the torch can only shine a dozen meters around, the walls of this hall are decorated with gilt gold and glazed ornaments, so the torch flashes almost illuminate the entire hall of the temple.

The bones and skeletons on the ground also appeared in front of them.

The whole room is full of bones.

Layers.

The bones are pressed against the bones, the skulls are pressed against the skulls, and they are pale. There are also linen fabrics or velvet fabrics that are faintly visible, but they are all tattered, but they add a little bit of horror.

These Sergeant Rhodoks looked at each other and completely backed away from the hall.

They retreated in the alley.

The last sergeant turned away and he needed to report the situation to Kant.

But he hasn't left the alley.

A new torch appeared at the stone gate outside, and more Sergeant Rhodok came in.

At the same time there is Kant which is surrounded by protection.

"Be calm."

Kant frowned, seeing the abnormally anxious look of this Sergeant Roddock, and could not help feeling slightly tense, Shen Sheng asked him, "What is the matter, what did you find in the temple?"

"Sir, Lord, there are skeletons everywhere!" the sergeant reported quickly.

"Skeleton?"

Kant's eyes shrank instantly.

What emerged in the mind was the low-level skeleton infantry of the undead clan.

Wearing long-broken armor, holding weapons made of ribs or thigh bones, some better-made iron weapons that might have rust or broken, and the blue fire of the soul flashing in the eyes of the skull, in the grave Only bones, ancient warriors still manipulated by evil and then resurrected from death, desecrated by evil.

Although these skeleton-only skeleton soldiers have extremely low combat effectiveness, the undead clan is precisely controlled by a large number of skeleton soldiers, and the enemy is submerged with human sea tactics, otherwise the famous undead natural disaster will not occur!

"Stay alert!"

Kant said in a deep voice.

The soldiers who had been pouring in from behind quickly withdrew and spread their vigilance around the pyramid.

In such a small area, so many soldiers can only be a burden.

As elite troops, of course they knew that there were few people and nobles, so Sergeant Roddock, who was good at fighting and protecting, came in separately and held a broad shield in front of Kant.

They quickly walked in the alleyway and pushed open the gilt wooden door with exquisite patterns.

Kant's eyes shrank instantly.

"This…"

His language can't be portrayed, and the horror pictures he has seen so far

Really a skeleton!

Just like the shock felt by Sergeants Rodoc.

Skeletons on the floor are stacked one after another. In the hall of nearly 2000 square meters, there are scattered and folded bones everywhere.

Even Kant could vaguely see that there should be dozens of rows of seats in the hall by the reflected firelight, but they were all submerged by these bones. The highest place was the high platform at the end of the hall, and the skeletons folded nearly half a meter.

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

"This is a massacre."

The mage spoke slightly, and said slowly: "The breath here is the coldness left by the dead, with resentment and curse to the living, although it has existed for thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years."

"It's terrifying." Sergeant Roddock whispered similarly.

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

They are from the mainland of Caladea.

Although there were many wars, there was absolutely no massacre on this scale.

This is equivalent to the level of genocide, which is the level of genocide. This is a level of genocide that has rarely occurred since Karadia's historical records.

Even in the world of warfare where the Enfas Empire is located, the massacre of 5,000 people at once is equally terrifying.

Now appeared in front of Kant.

Squinting slightly, his expression calmed down.

He had not understood the massacres of hundreds of thousands and millions in the previous life.

Compared to the arms recruited by these systems, Kant’s insight from reality is undoubtedly more, but he suddenly saw the massacre of nearly 5000+ people, and his psychology is not calm. As he adjusts his inner mood, he quickly recovers.

"But that's okay."

The mage spoke with a calm tone: "These skeletons have lost their souls and there is no possibility of becoming undead."

Kant nodded, but looked forward.

"What's that, an...old man?"

He stared at the end of the hall.

It was a stone platform a little half a meter high, with a small **** statue.

Vignettes of linen and velvet can be seen all around. Because they haven't moved for thousands of years, although the damage is severe, the mysterious sun **** pattern above can be seen faintly.

In front of the idol is the old man sitting on the golden chair.

He wore a golden silk braided gown, which was more cumbersome than the woman in the golden coffin that Kant had in the ruins. At the same time, he lay a gold-cast scepter in his arms, and a golden crown like a crown on his head.

There is no doubt that he is a superior.

"There is negative energy in it."

The mage reminded: "Maybe there is a little danger."

"A little danger?" Kant expressed satisfaction with the word: "Is there no danger?"

"Be careful," the mage said.

Kant looked at the white-faced old man, his face still calm.

Since it is a little dangerous, it means that there is not much danger. Kant will not be too nervous, but he will not relax his vigilance, turning his head to Sergeant Roddock: "I need someone to investigate."

"I go!"

Without any hesitation, the two Sergeant Roddock stepped forward, striding forward with a broad shield like a turtle shell.

Holding a machete like a two-handed machete, both arms were held parallel in parallel, with the pointed spear pointed at the old man sitting on the golden chair and holding the golden scepter, stepping on the stack of bones, accompanied by crackling The sound of bones being crushed stepped forward slowly.

Sergeants Roddock behind them raised their shields one after another, carefully blocking both sides of Kant, and only the strong broad shield in their hands was the source of stability in their hearts.

Four Rangers Rangers came in.

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

They also felt uneasy.

The mages raised their staff, and only a few magic bullets were ready.

Two Sergeants Rodoc took a slow step.

Kala’s bones ruptured in his ears, and even at his feet, there were still faint blue shimmers in the skeletons, and as they stepped on, they slowly extinguished like phosphorous fire.

The time of thousands of years is really too long.

Even if it grows, the undead tribe will be wiped out in it.

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

Just like the slowly falling catkins, it appeared on the old man's head.

"Return! That's the spell of the soul series!"

The mage beside Kant shouted suddenly.

And just at the stone platform, the two Sergeants Rodoc had no hesitation and immediately turned around and ran back.

The broad shield behind him is like a turtle shell, but it can completely block the enemy’s attack. Therefore, these Sergeant Rhodoks dare to point their backs at the enemy. In fact, if they are holding arms Combat, the back is the strongest defense area!

Sometimes they are injured. In order to prevent the formation from being destroyed, they will turn around and use the broad shield on their backs as a low wall to block the enemy's attack. The effect is very good.

But the expected soul attack did not come.

The seven mages still looked dignified, like the enemy.

Kant looked at the stone platform.

The golden catkins fluttered, and the old man with white hair even showed slight movements.

The gold-cast scepter originally leaned on the old man's arms, and now he moved slowly with his movements, as if he was slipping away and trying to fall to the ground, the situation was urgent.

But at the moment of the fall, a wrinkled old hand held it.

"Humanity."

The old man slowly raised his head, his tone was sparse and indifferent.

He didn't continue to speak after speaking, but instead quietly meditated for three or five seconds before raising his head again, looking at the centered and protected Kant: "Human aristocracy."

"I am." Kant stepped forward and pestered his knight sword and asked, "How do I call it?"

"Humble slave."

But the old man seemed to be irritated, the gray color appeared in his eyes, and the whole pale and wrinkled old face also showed anger: "Kneel down, pay tribute to me, who can allow you, and dare to look straight when standing I, look directly at the esteemed, under the crown of the pope!"

His anger seemed to communicate the rules around him. The temperature rose slightly, and the dust on the surrounding walls fell. The gold foils all gave out subtle golden lights, like dazzling lights, which completely illuminated the hall.

But a dark wind blew through it.

With a curse of resentment and viciousness, he quickly circled indoors.

Kant they could obviously feel the rising temperature fall again. UU reading www.uukanshu.com a slight wind blew them, but more wind rushed to the old man who claimed to be the pope, whistling and blowing him On his body, that gold braided dress.

At the same time, the grayness of the old man's eyes became more obvious, and the whole person was sitting in a golden chair, and he was caught in a kind of memory-like daze: "This is...oh, it's you...why you...no...I remembered...Finally The decisive battle...the refuge was attacked...the betrayal of humanity...the end of the age of the gods!"

He slowly murmured, and the gray in his eyes became more apparent.

In the end, the golden awn that was originally carried in the eyes disappeared completely.

But the Sun God's pattern on the eyebrows turned from golden to bloody, reflecting the dense bloodstains appearing in the gray of the two eyes, looking at Kant and their eyes full of resentment and hatred: "Humans, traitors of the gods!"

"Hoohoo--"

With a scorching gust of wind surging instantly.

That horrible force instantly blown up the large skeletons in the entire hall.