Tomb Survival: Evolve from Skeleton

"The Blessed One is a person who is destined to dedicate everything to the gods. If you don't mind, please advise." The white shawl of the white-robed monk hung with golden tassels. At this time, the tassels were floating slightly, with a faint golden light.

"This is the slaughterhouse, you brought it."

The elf queen pushed the map to the white-robed friar, "Where every pair of swords meet is a huge battlefield, where at least hundreds of elves, demihumans and humans die every day. [Holy Light Temple] is not for saving the world Come? Your universality and salvation is to bring fire and sword to believers? Pope Charles III, his followers, and their knights are also devout believers."

The white-robed friar looked down at the map.

Every pair of intersecting swords on the map unfolded and turned into a grinding pan of blood and flesh.

The white-robed monk doesn't understand politics, but these days he has seen many maps where the generals of the [Holy Expeditionary Force] discuss their battle plans, and he has also heard about some of the actions of the [Holy Light Temple].

Therefore, when he saw this map, the white-robed monk was faintly surprised—the [Fangorn Forest] battlefield marked on the map of the elf queen was extremely accurate.

As a queen who does not directly command the army, how does she know the situation of the war on the other side of the Abyss Strait?

The white-robed monk bowed slightly, "The establishment of the Kingdom of God will make the hymns spread farther, and we have reasons to do so."

"What reason? Interest or ambition?"

The elf queen's eyes were as sharp as a knife, "You are also shaking, aren't you? Otherwise, you would not accept my invitation. If I were from [Holy Light Temple], I would not let you become a member of the holy congregation. You Too mobile."

"That's what my mentor said back then."

The white-robed monk admitted frankly, his eyes were as clear as a child's, "So I want to ask you a question."

"please say."

""Mr. Lansman once said, we don't understand what you want, he said we don't understand at all. "

Doubts appeared in the eyes of the white-robed monk, "Glory, money, power, rights... The original sin of mortals originated from greed, and we can give you everything you desire."

"If you ask this question, it means that you really don't understand."

The elf queen sighed, "The shepherd gave fresh grass to the flock, and at the same time he used a whip to circle an invisible fence. Although there are everything inside the fence, they are all fake, and each one may become an altar at any time." So there are always a few sheep who want to rush out of the fence and go to another sky, even if they live on a cliff."

"You regard us as shepherds, but it is definitely not a good choice to walk with the demon god."

At some point in the tent, a turbulent night wind was blowing, and the white-robed monk stared at the elf queen, "You have rejected the light of the Holy Spirit, but relied on the power from the darkness. Don't you throw yourself into another world like this?" In the fence?"

The camp outside the main tent seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. The soldiers seemed to be very tired after a day of marching, and they all fell asleep at this time.

The patrolling soldiers seemed to be far away.

Not far away from the Laixi River that flows through [Fangorn Forest], the sound of turbulence becomes very distant, as if the tent has lost contact with the outside and is independent in a space.

Under the cover of the dark night, the thick black mist has silently enveloped him.

"for example?"

the elf queen asked with a smile.

"Like the gentleman behind you."

The white-robed monk bowed slightly, "That is a remarkable existence, do you know what they all mean? That is a real disaster."

The moment he bowed, holy flames instantly spread from his clothes and stretched forward along the long tablecloth.

The flames swam like snakes, and the map with densely packed marks on the desktop made a "hula", bending and undulating in mid-air, and the color of the pairs of sword marks on the map turned darker in the fire.

The fire leaped and grew larger, clearly illuminating the spacious main tent of the Elf Queen.

The light of the holy fire is bright and white, and everything in the light of the fire seems to be covered with a faint layer of holy light.

In the milky white light, some other things are particularly dazzling.

I saw a huge and complicated six-pointed formation drawn on the ground of the tent, and two triangles overlapped in an upside-down position.Under the radiance of the holy light, these originally very hidden formations were exposed instantly, and the demon god and the [Sacred Light Temple] were as incompatible as ice and fire.

The complex and difficult magic circle uses ancient languages, and those languages ​​themselves carry mysterious and powerful power, but humans cannot write such words.

It does not belong to the world.

Stripes of black mist rose from the magic circle, and the mist condensed and did not disperse. It shuttled across the ground and headed towards the white-robed monk like lightning.

Facing the black mist coming towards him, the white-robed monk remained motionless, and he only stared straight at the elf queen.

The moment the poisonous snake-like black mist approached the white-robed monk, it melted away in the holy light, leaving nothing behind.

On the contrary, on the long table in front of the elf queen, the holy flame gathered together and turned into a sharp sword, stabbing straight at the elf queen.

The sharp sword condensed by the holy fire is invisible and qualityless, and it cannot be countered by mortals.

The shadow of the high-backed chair behind the Elf Queen suddenly elongated, like a silhouette.

A pair of slender hands stretched out from behind the Elf Queen, and when the lightsaber was less than half a palm width away from the Elf Queen's forehead, those hands held the blade of the lightsaber. "

"Crack" sounded, and the sword condensed by the holy fire shattered into many light spots, large and small, scattered all over the place.

"Be polite, sir."

Kress in the demon state hiding in the shadow behind the elf queen raised his head. He held the elf queen in his arms and looked at the white-robed monk opposite with a smile.

"Don't touch other people's treasures. This is basic etiquette."

"really."

The white-robed monk muttered to himself.

"One of the oldest demon gods."

The runes of fire sword and lightsaber faintly emerged in his pupils, making his pupils present an inhuman and strange beauty.

When he set foot on Fritz, the instructor once gave him a special task——

Someone in [Fangorn Forest] has degenerated into a heretic and signed a contract with the ancient demon god of the Demon Realm.He wants to seal the ancient demon god before its power is restored, and cleanse the sinners who have become the bridge between the demon realm and the human world.