The Rise of the Cemetery

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The Seventh Ring Tower in the Kingdom of Brayland.

The newly resurrected drow elf flinched in front of the legendary mages, retelling his life course, family details, private secrets, and previously agreed magic ciphers and a series of meaningless magic symbols.

After he finished speaking, dozens of legendary mages took turns to ask questions, and every answer of the drow elf would be verified by the prophetic mages standing beside them. Only when the verification is passed will the next step be entered.

The whole process was cumbersome and detailed, which made the drow elf (mage) who had just recovered his mind a bit uncomfortable, and a dense cold sweat came from his forehead.

When all the pre-set inspection procedures were passed, the legendary masters agreed that it was the middle-ranked master who was resurrected in the drow warrior body. However, the test did not end here, because the pediatric means of soul transfer, not to mention the cemetery, can be easily accomplished by any person present.

What really needs to be detected is the match between the newly injected soul and the spirit of this rou body. In this regard, if there is any deviation, the consequence will be the rejection of spirit and flesh, which will cause the rou body to rot and the soul will not be nourished.

And experts in this area are undoubtedly a few legendary liches, so of course they have taken over the follow-up inspection.

The first is the detection of soul talent.

Before the test, the master of the soul was a mid-level sculptor, with extremely excellent magic talents, and the master of the rou body was an out-of-ground dark creature. Warrior.

Transplanting the soul of a mage into the body of a warrior, the resulting talent damage is the focus of their detection.

At the sign of the lich, the new drow warrior picked up his wand in an awkward manner. Judging from the skill and strength of his grip, he still seemed to think that he was holding a drow scimitar in his hand, not a fireball wand with a temptation.

He has a strange accent to recite the mantra, but the start of the phonetic order of the magic mantra is rather skillful. It is a pity that he is limited to the rou body with only the talent of a warrior. After he chanted the magic spell of fireball completely, there is no sign of the fire element gathering in the air.

Then he tried the plastic energy spells such as Frostbolt, Lightning Blast, Acid Swamp, and Groundthorn Forest, but almost all failed. This also means that he now has a lot of magic knowledge and many casting skills, but his own talent restrictions have lost the past elemental affinity.

He can no longer be a mage!

After testing the spell-casting ability, the drow warrior's close combat ability was then tested.

Throwing him two excellent quality drow scimitars, the soul of a mage who had never been in contact with this weapon turned upside down like a help, and moved forward and backward freely. Unfortunately, there are some fluctuations in the memory of the rou body and the soul.

This drow warrior (Mage's Soul) started to use the drow knives to play with a dazzling, gleaming gloom, but from his horrified eyes, it can be seen that it is only the former master who left behind this body to control all this in front of him. The fighting instinct here is not at all related to the soul of the mage stationed there.

When the entire magic test was completed, a long checklist was placed in front of everyone. However, the legendary mages did not try to interpret the long and obscure list, but all set their sights on the head of the lich Sean VII.

"Xiaen, only you have the right to speak here. We are all waiting for your conclusion!" Although the old demon warlock does not deal with this legendary lich, he still believes in the face of such a major issue of immortality The expert's judgment.

Facing everyone's gaze, Sean's withered, shriveled, bark-like face twitched. All the flesh and blood on it has lost its activity. If these remaining skins are not refined into some kind of special magic items, I am afraid they have already decayed.

Although he is very reluctant to admit it, it is difficult to overthrow certain established facts that have been recognized by the world in the presence of many big oracles.

It scratched his forehead with his thin phalanx, and finally gave his own answer ambiguously.

"I must admit that on the road to eternal life, this necropolis is farther away than any lich ever."

"Then you estimate, if this method is adopted, how long can the new body be maintained?" Gu Geman did not worry so much, and directly asked everyone's voice.

"30 years ... or 40 years ... if you can adopt the body of the bloodline descendant, maybe it will be longer ... but ..." The soul fire in Xia En's hollow eyes has condensed into a needle-like sharp red awn, but Its answer seems to be Ai Ai, some support.

After listening to the first half of it, the Seventh Ring Hall even rarely heard a warm cheer, and directly submerged the second half of the speech in the excited roar.

Sean lowered his head in pain.

Although on the technical level, it has thousands of means to attack the immortality experiment in the necropolis, but in the face of the obvious facts, even the lich master can hardly cover the feasibility of the immortality experiment. Past attempts at immortality for the Lich, whether it was soul reincarnation or flesh and blood regeneration, will appear to be decayed within two to three months, and the better will not last for half a year.

Even if it took a lot of effort to pick out the bloodlines of the descendants of the blood lineages of the heirs who were similar and full-bodied, it only took a long time to a year or two. Such a high resource investment and breeding plan can only harvest a body that does not last for 2 years, which is undoubtedly not cost-effective.

But if it is replaced by 30 years, 40 years, or even longer, then everyone present can't help but be tempted. And magic skills can be improved, as long as they can break through those critical gaps, other insignificant flaws can be completely compensated by increasing the investment of rare resources.

The legends present can be said to have studied in depth on the issue of immortality. If you can get all the mysteries of the soul coffin in the necropolis, plus some of the results you have researched in private, this immortality experiment Absolutely benefit all legendary mages.

With endless time, the only thing left behind is the constraints of planes and ranks. As long as the problem of the shackles of the plane is solved, a road to immortality will appear in front of them.

Demi god! immortal! A new generation of God of Destruction!

This short-lived species of human beings may explode with energy that shocks the entire multiverse and quickly rises strongly in all planes.

Soul can coffin! Soul can coffin!

The biggest question now is how to get that soul coffin!

Through a detailed analysis of the magical images brought back by Master Dajiu, all legendary mages can see that in the entire process of the immortality experiment, the real decisive role is the constant input of the soul coffin and the corpses. " "Blood Crystal" and "Soul Crystal".

Soul energy coffin is just a fusion container of soul meat created with soul crystal! There are also 1,000 soul crystal reserves inside the mage guild, maybe you can create it by yourself. As for blood crystals, they are nothing more than magical artifacts that nourish the rou body. Although the mage guild does not have blood crystals, alternative magic materials can still be found.

In the lively discussion of everyone, I made a word, the important task of creating the soul coffin that is unique to the Mage Guild lay on the head of the current president Femora. In this major event, all legends have shown great enthusiasm and initiative. They have patted their chests and said that as long as the magic material is lacking in the building process, all the expenses will be borne by all legendary mages. All the legendary mage's treasure will also be opened to Fermora, everything is to build the soul coffin!

However, as everyone fought and discussed this, waves of obscure and mysterious waves penetrated into the hearts of the people from the level of the law, so that they could not help but look to the southwest.

What happened there!

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The accident occurred in the city of Samara in the Kingdom of Owendell.

As the largest temple of the Church of Justice, the Great Temple of Dimethis is one of the 17 magnificent temples dedicated to the **** of justice in the kingdom.

The Great Temple of Dimethis sits on the high and steep Enner Mountains, surrounded by mountains extending to both sides, is the greatest holy city of Samara, Kingdom of Owendell. Standing before the large and flat square of the Great Temple of Dimethis is a giant statue of the great **** of justice up to 100 meters high.

Because the Great Temple of Dimethis is shrouded in tremendous radiance all year round, this huge Tier statue can be clearly discerned even if it is far away from dozens of miles away. While bathed in the soft and sacred glory of justice and divine power, the people of Samara City will pray silently in the face of the idol at three times in the morning, middle and evening to show respect and respect for this great deity.

At the time of evening prayer, the ministers and priests of the Church of Justice from the temple will come to the streets and alleys of Samara City, guiding the people to pray prayerfully to the **** of justice Tyre, especially for the believers who are sick He was treated with the magical power.

It is because of this fine tradition and atmosphere that Samara City has become a well-deserved holy city of the Church of Justice.

Under the stable leadership of the church forces, Samara City has not experienced the scourge of swordsmen for three thousand years. Therefore, Samara City has won the title of the city of happiness, the city of justice!

It is a pity that all of this has become the past today.

Under the haze of the dusky evening sun, the Samara people shouted at the horse, the house collapsed, countless fires rose into the sky, almost swallowed half the city. Numerous residents ran to cry, scolded loudly, and the ground was dead and wounded. There were corpses lying on the ground everywhere, and the whole city was completely reduced to a doomsday scene.

And it was just a bug that caused all this!