In the underground hall, the seven scabbards were all out of strength and unconscious, the five dead men were guarding around like corpses, and the two most special humans in the radiance were facing each other.

One is the ruler of the continent thousands of miles away, the Pope of the Necronomicon sect, and the blond and blue-eyed foreigners.

One is the swordsman with a mysterious origin and a glorious holy sword, the curator of the White Box Library of the Imperial Court, Cha Shiyin.

Obviously they are two people who are located at the ends of the earth, but at this time they are less than five meters apart; and Le Yu could faintly hear that the reason why Ming Jiuji came to shine across thousands of miles is to pursue Cha Shiyin!

"So, are you representing the Necromancer sect and declaring war on Hui Yao?"

"This is indeed my father's idea." Mingjie did not deny it: "But after a simple investigation, my father quickly rejected this idea: because of the four savage looking around, the weapon iteration speed of Huiyao is faster than that of the Western Continent, and even It is enough to form a generation difference to crush the Western Continent. Except for the navigation technology, there is no technology in the Western Continent that can surpass the glory."

"Even if the land mergers and class contradictions are serious, it is still a powerful empire - so powerful that even if it wants to perish, it will die because it is too powerful."

"So after I took over the position of Pope, I changed my mind. In the end, the invasion of Radiance is not our ultimate goal, it is just a shortcut to the ultimate goal. Since the shortcut doesn't work, I can only use a roundabout way. ."

The ultimate goal... Le Yu looked at the splendid holy sword held by Cha Shiyin, and knew that the ultimate goal of everything was definitely not the authority that could rule the world.

Cha Shiyin's face was calm, and he seemed to have known Mingjie's intentions for a long time, and sighed: "Although I knew from a young age that my second brother is the most affectionate and loves family, but I didn't expect that he would pass on everything. already."

"Everyone is selfish, and the ancestor of Taiyue just loves his descendants." Mingjie smiled and said: "After all, in addition to the ancestor of glory, whether it is you or another ancestor, it is possible to visit the western continent. If you don't warn your descendants. Descendants, if they treat you slowly, wouldn't it be a great disaster?"

"I think the second brother is worried that we will turn over the old accounts after his death, so let you know what we are capable of, so that we can set traps to kill us." Cha Shiyin said coldly: "Then you have seen four in the past few hundred years. Brother's descendant?"

"No." Mingjie shook his head regretfully: "Although I am also curious about the divine weapon that can 'escape fate', the Necromancer has no records of another ancestor and descendant in the past two thousand years."

Cha Shiyin was expressionless: "I'm glad you didn't find the descendants of the fourth brother. Given what you did in Huiyao, I don't think you would treat distant relatives kindly."

Mingjie smiled and said, "Actually, the reason why I formed the National Salvation and Rescue Committee, colluding with the barbarians, allied with the sea barbarians, and united the mountain barbarians and the grass barbarians, is also helpless. Because I have no way to find you, the ancestor of Shiyin. "

"I know you're in Yanjing, and I know you're guarding the royal family, but you're hiding too deep, and you haven't been in the world for many years. If you don't turn Yanjing over, you'll never set foot in the world."

"Especially after I know some of your 'restrictions', I am more certain that I can only take risks."

This sentence seems to have triggered some taboo, Cha Shiyin suddenly narrowed his eyes, the atmosphere suddenly chilled, the five dead soldiers put on a fighting stance, and the fierce battle was about to break out.

After a moment of silence, Cha Shiyin seemed to hold back his anger and said coldly, "You opened the imperial tomb?"

"Don't worry, I didn't enslave those distant relatives. After I communicated with them cordially, I let them return to eternal sleep." Ming Jiuji said: "It is precisely because of this that I know that the ancestor of Shiyin is not easy for you."

"also?"

"There is no one thing that is easy to deal with in the absolute gods. You must be more touched by the ancestor of Shiyin." Ming Jiuji said: "Although I still don't understand the mechanism of the holy sword, it is inevitable to use the holy sword. It will wear down the lifespan, so that although the holy sword Huiyao is the strongest absolute weapon, it is also the least used absolute weapon."

"And the Necronomicon mastered by our Taiyue lineage also has such drawbacks." He sighed: "The Necronomicon claims to be able to 'conquer death', which is in fact true. The first ancestor of Shiyin, you have been to the Western Continent. , you must be amazed at the brilliant civilization of the Western Continent, right?"

"Indeed." Cha Shiyin said: "There are magnificent buildings everywhere. High-rise buildings dozens of meters high are springing up on the earth, and skyscrapers hundreds of meters high are not uncommon. Common people live and work in peace and contentment. There are laughter and laughter everywhere, and this is my experience hundreds of years ago, and it must be even more brilliant now."

"But you also know who created the great achievements of the Western Continent." Ming Jie said: "All the credit belongs to the fifty million dead souls who never sleep, never eat or drink, or, in other words, the resurrected. "

He clapped the withered yellow book on his hand: "The most powerful ability of the Necronomicon is called 'dead spirit', which can make a corpse produce a soul. Although there are many ways to use it, the most basic way is to create a The undead, remembered in his lifetime, drives him to do things for himself."

"But as the holder of the Necronomicon, the Pope can only control fifty undead at most. Although the number fluctuates, it will not exceed 100 at most. A mere 100 undead can only be at most. To protect the safety of the Pope, but what does it mean for the country and the mainland?"

"So the ancestor of Taiyue created the Necronomicon Sect, and the core teaching of the Necronomicon sect is to resurrect relatives and reunite in the world."

Speaking of this, Ming Jiuji's tone was somewhat inexplicable, as if he was ashamed and helpless: "But as a price, the public must pay a heavy 'necromancy tax' in order to gain the control of the resurrected. If there is no money, You can also take the resurrected to serve, offset the 'necromancy tax', and even get paid."

"The fact that the Necronomicon can rule the Western Continent within a hundred years is inseparable from the 'miracle of mercy' of the Necronomicon. With such a large number of resurrected people who can work all the time without support, the Western Continent can develop so rapidly, creating a Shine a greater civilization."

"However, under this glorious and prosperous world, there are countless bones." Ming Jiuji said: "The Pope can only control less than a hundred undead, so located in various parts of the Western Continent, millions, tens of millions The undead, why can it exist?"

"Because the Pope handed control of the undead to mortals."

"They think that they have the control of their relatives, and they can get together after their relatives come back from work every day. The relatives work and have wages, and their relatives don't need to eat or drink. Naturally, the people are flocking to them, and some even want to kill their relatives and bring them back to life... Before leaving the Western Continent, even though it has been strictly prohibited, there are still cases of children who dislike the resurrection of their parents' nagging and killing, and cases where parents suspect that their children are disobedient and killed."

"But the Pope can easily control the Necronomicon because he holds the Necronomicon; mortals don't have the Necronomicon, they can only directly control their souls with their souls."

"The contact between soul and soul is an extremely dangerous thing. One day may be fine, one week may be fine, but one year, two years, three years... The soul of the undead is nothing, and over time, the mortal who dominates the undead, It will also become emptiness.”

"And after research, the energy source of the undead is sunlight and the vitality of living people. Although vitality is invisible and intangible, it does exist. It has nothing to do with age and health. Every person who strives to survive is full of vitality."

"So, what will happen once the undead are abundant?"

Mingjie closed his eyes, as if recalling the scene thousands of miles away: "The gathered undead is like a vortex, continuously inhaling the vitality of the entire city; the people who control the undead gradually become nihilistic, right? Not interested, like a walking corpse."

"Thirty-five years old is a limit. Before the age of thirty-five, human vitality can barely maintain a positive cycle, and it is difficult for the mind to be assimilated by the undead; but once it exceeds the age of thirty-five, the human vitality cannot resist the undead With siphoning, the mind will also quickly fall into nothingness and die naturally after a year or two."

"That's why you think the Western Continent is full of laughter and laughter." Ming Jiuji said, "Anyone who can't laugh is either waiting to die at home or already dead."

Cha Shiyin didn't seem surprised, and even said, "Thirty-five years old is not bad."

"Yes, for ordinary people, being able to live happily for thirty-five years is considered happiness." Ming Ji nodded his head: "But what about us?"

"When the number of dead spirits is small, there is no problem. But when the number of dead spirits increases, there will be a flaw that no one thought of."

"When the ruler dies, the undead will die automatically. The dead undead soul will return to the Necronomicon and become the holder of spiritual power feedback."

"This is a good thing. If the undead of the bearer dies in the battle, the bearer will be able to obtain additional spiritual power to continue the fight."

The music language also understood. Isn't this the "death language", the effect is that when the follower dies, the player gains extra mental power.

"It's okay for one undead to die, and it's okay for a hundred undead to die, so what about one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, and one million?" Mingjie sighed: "Every year in the Western Continent Nearly 1.5 million undead die, and about 4,100 undead die every day. As we chat, dozens of undead souls have returned to the Necronomicon from the far western continent."

"With such high frequency and large amount of soul feedback, even if it is a good medicine, it has become a poison." Mingjie tapped his temples: "No pope in all dynasties can live past the age of fifty, and he will die at the age of thirty. It is even more common to see the Pope of his own, my father passed away on his thirty-fourth birthday, and died earlier than ordinary people in the Western Continent.”

"You can stop." Cha Shiyin showed no sympathy: "As long as you don't create undead, there will be no such danger."

Mingjie nodded: "You are right. Although the necromancer has become an indispensable force in the Western Continent, if the necromantic sect has to stop~lightnovelpub.net~ other forces will not help me. But the problem Yes, after the Pope of all dynasties took over the Necronomicon, no one was willing to stop creating the Necronomicon."

"The ancestor of Shiyin, you probably can't imagine how it feels." He closed his eyes and wrote enjoyment on his face: "Every minute and every second, a soul returns to the Necronomicon and becomes pure. Spiritual power nourishes your soul. Every second, the world in your eyes becomes brighter. Every second, you feel that you are one point closer to that supreme state."

"It's poison, but it's a drink of poison. There is a legend in our family that after sitting on the seat of the Pope for 30 years, you can become a true **** with the help of undead feedback. ."

"It's very interesting." Cha Shiyin turned his head and glanced outside: "It seems that a demon clan is also saying that as long as you drink enough immortal blood, you can transform into an immortal."

"Of course, I don't think this legend is true." Ming Ji smiled and said, "How could it only take thirty years."

"What about fifty years? One hundred years? Five hundred years? Two thousand years? Is it possible that as long as you live long enough, you can stand on a higher place and see more beautiful scenery?"

Having said that, everything has been exhausted.

"I've been lurking in Yanjing for more than ten years, forming the National Salvation Association, uniting with barbarians, planning to assassinate the emperor, and interfering in the search for the sword.

"Although I don't think it's possible, I still want to ask—"

"The ancestor of Shiyin,"

Ming Jiuji looked at Cha Shiyin, his eyes were full of undisguised greed, a terrifying aura erupted from him, and Le Yu could even see hundreds of millions of resentful souls emerging behind Ming Jiuji, like a raging wind. Swept all directions!

"Can you give me your "unrepentance"? "