Lord of the Oasis

Sergeant Rhodok was slightly short of breath.

But he didn't make an assertion, and slowly backed away from the door that was pushed open.

Although the light of the torches can only illuminate the surrounding area for more than ten meters, the walls in this hall are decorated with gilt and glazed ornaments, so the flashing torches almost illuminate the entire hall of the temple.

It also showed the bones and skeletons all over the ground before their eyes.

There are bones all over the room.

Layers.

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

The Rhodok sergeants looked at each other and stepped back completely out of the hall.

They retreated into the alley.

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

But he hasn't left the alley.

New torches appeared at the stone gate outside, and more sergeants of Rhodok came in.

At the same time, there is Kant who is surrounded and protected.

"Calm down."

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

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

"Skull?"

Kant's eyes narrowed instantly.

What came to mind were the low-level skeleton infantry in the undead race.

Wearing armor that has long since been broken, holding weapons made of ribs or thighbones, better iron weapons that may have rusted or broken, flashing the blue soul fire in the eye socket of the skull, in the grave Only bones remain, still manipulated by evil and then resurrected, ancient warrior desecrated by evil.

Although these skeleton soldiers with only skeletons are extremely low in combat effectiveness, the undead race is precisely by controlling a large number of skeleton soldiers.

Overwhelm the enemy with crowd tactics, or the famous undead scourge will never happen!

"Stay vigilant!"

Kant commanded in a deep voice.

The soldiers who were still pouring in behind them quickly retreated and spread out their vigilance around the pyramid.

In such a small area, with so many soldiers coming in, it can only be a burden.

As the elite troops, they of course know that there are few people and precious elites, so Sergeant Rhodok, who is good at foot combat and protection, came in separately, holding a broad shield to block in front of Kant.

They walked quickly in the alley, pushing open the gilded wooden door with exquisite patterns together.

Kant's eyes narrowed instantly.

"This…"

His words were unable to describe the horrific images he had seen so far.

Truly a skeleton!

Just like the shock felt by the Rhodok sergeants.

Skeletons are stacked on the ground, and there are scattered and folded bones everywhere in the nearly 2,000-square-meter hall.

Even Kant could vaguely see that there should be dozens of rows of seats in the hall through the reflected firelight, but all of them were submerged by these bones. The highest place was the high platform at the end of the hall. 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 gloomy and cold remnants of the dead, with resentment and a curse on the living, although thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years have passed, it still exists."

"It's terrifying," the Roddock sergeants whispered as well.

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

They are from Calradia.

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

This is equivalent to a massacre level, a massacre of a genocide level, which is a level of massacre that has rarely occurred since the historical records of Calradia.

Even in the warwind world where the Ainfuss Empire is located, the massacre of 5,000 people at one time is equally terrifying.

Now appears before Kant.

Squinting slightly, his expression calmed down.

It's not that he didn't know about the slaughter of hundreds of thousands of millions in his previous life.

Compared with the troops recruited by these systems, Kant from reality has undoubtedly more knowledge, but he suddenly saw the massacre of nearly 5,000+ people, and he was a little uneasy. As he adjusted his inner mood, he quickly recovered.

"But that's okay."

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

Kant nodded, but his eyes looked forward.

"What is that, an... old man?"

He looked at the end of the hall.

It was a half-meter-high stone platform on which a small statue of a god was placed.

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

In front of the statue is an old man sitting on a golden chair.

He was wearing a robe woven with gold threads, and the ornamentation was more complicated than that of the woman in the golden coffin that Kant once had in the ruins. At the same time, there was a scepter cast in gold in his arms, and a crown-like golden crown was on his head.

Undoubtedly a superior.

"There is negative energy in it."

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

"A little danger?" Kant was satisfied with the word: "That means there is no danger?"

"Be careful." The mage said.

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

Since it is a little danger, it means that there is not much danger. Naturally, Kant will not be too nervous, but he will not let down his guard either, turning his head to Sergeant Rhodok and saying, "I need someone to investigate."

"I go!"

Without any hesitation, the two Rhodok sergeants stood up and strode forward with a broad shield like a tortoise shell on their backs.

Holding a machete in both hands like an axe and halberd, he held his arms parallel with force, aiming the pointed spear at the old man sitting on the golden chair and holding the golden scepter, stepping on the layers of bones, accompanied by crackling The sound of bones being smashed, slowly stepped forward.

The Rhodok sergeants behind them raised their shields and carefully blocked them on both sides of Kant. Only the solid broad shield in their hands was the source of their peace of mind.

4 more Ravenston Rangers came in.

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

They were equally disturbed.

The mages raised their staves, and the few remaining magic bullets were ready.

The two Rhodok sergeants walked slowly.

The sound of Kala's bones breaking is incessant, and even under his feet, there is a faint blue shimmer in the skeletons, and as they step on it, it slowly extinguishes like a phosphorous fire.

Thousands of years are really too long.

It grows to the point where even the undead will be wiped out.

But when the two Rhodok sergeants were about to approach the stone platform, with their heavy-duty long-handled machetes in the shape of axe and halberd, less than 2 meters away from the old man's body, a gloomy golden light slowly appeared at the top of the stone platform.

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

"Go back! That's the spell of the soul series!"

The mages next to Kant suddenly shouted.

And just at the stone platform, the two Rhodok sergeants did not hesitate at all, and immediately turned around and ran back.

Although the broad shield behind him is like a tortoise shell, it can completely block the enemy's attack, so these Rhodok sergeants dare to point their backs at the enemy. In fact, if they are holding weapons in both hands In combat, the back is the area with the strongest defense!

Sometimes injured, in order to prevent the formation from being destroyed, 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 and beard made a slight movement.

The golden scepter was originally leaning against the old man's arms, but now it moves slowly with his movements, as if he is trying to fall to the ground, the situation is urgent.

But just as it fell, a wrinkled old hand held it.

"Humanity."

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

After he opened his mouth, he did not continue to speak. Instead, he quietly meditated for three or five seconds before raising his head again and looking at Kant, who was in the middle and was protected: "Human noble."

"I am." Kant stepped forward and asked with his knight's sword, "What's your name?"

"Humble slave."

But the old man seemed to be provoked, his eyes were gray and white, and the entire pale and wrinkled old face also showed anger: "Kneel down and pay my respects to me, who can allow you, dare to look straight when you stand. I, look directly at the venerable, the Pope of the Sun God Cult!"

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

But a gloomy wind blew through it.

With resentment and a vicious curse, he quickly circled the room.

Kant and the others could obviously feel that the rising temperature dropped again, a slight wind blew through them, but more wind rushed towards the old man who claimed to be the Pope, whistling and blowing up on him, the golden silk woven. clothing.

At the same time, the gray and white 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 dazed: "This is... oh, it's you... why don't you... I remember... Finally The decisive battle of... the sanctuary was attacked... the betrayal of mankind... the end of the entire age of the gods!"

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

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

The sun god pattern between the eyebrows turned from gold to blood, reflecting the dense bloodshot in the gray-white eyes. Looking at Kant and the others, his eyes were full of resentment and hatred: "Humans, traitors of the gods!"

"Whoohoo-"

A scorching gust of wind surged in an instant.

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