Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 70 Ancient Evil: The Death Star

The corrupted land shrouded in dark clouds looks even more eerie, full of deep darkness and shadows everywhere.

Brian just glanced at it, as if controlled by some kind of magic, his heart began to beat happily.

He couldn't even say exactly what that feeling was, he could only subconsciously want to turn his gaze away.

The former tree spirit hall, the place with the most natural atmosphere in the entire Asino continent, the holy place for all natural life, has now become an immortal place full of rot and stench.

Brian paused, and stepped in without hesitation.

In fact, the so-called Tree Spirit Palace is not the magnificent palace that the world imagines, but a center of a forest covered with green.

In Brian's impression, the tree spirit temple is a fence-like enclosure formed by trees magically intertwining their branches, where dryads on oak trees and countless forest creatures roam leisurely.

The emerald gate made of ivy and roses in full bloom in all seasons only allows nature worshipers who want to worship Sina Fey Melianne to pass through.

It's a pity that the fragrant flowers have withered and withered silently, replaced by the rotten earth, which smells like pustules.

The countless intertwined emerald green branches have also turned into twisted black dead branches, like pairs of terrifying sharp claws entangled in them, which is daunting.

As soon as Bryan entered the scope of the temple, his complexion changed slightly. He clearly noticed that the air was filled with a negative energy that seemed to be real.

For a moment, he felt as if he would die of suffocation.

So, not daring to waste time, he immediately took out the spell-casting materials that he had prepared a long time ago from his pocket.

I saw him surrounding himself, using a pinch of silver powder to sprinkle a ring with a diameter of about three feet.

As Brian muttered a powerful spell, the silver powder under his feet shone like stars in the dark night.

——"One-ring spell: protection from evil!"

Around Brian, a nearly invisible magic barrier slowly emerged, surrounding him, and moving slowly as he walked cautiously.

This is a spell that can resist attacks from evil creatures, protect from mind control, and gain protection from summoned creatures.

It is easy to deal with the negative energy full of evil around you.

Brian, who has the blessing of "Protection from Evil", took a few deep breaths and immediately felt much better.

Then, holding the long sword gleaming with silver light in his hand, he continued to walk towards the huge oak tree in the center of the temple, which represented Sina Fey Melianne.

There was a breath of death in the cold air.

Following the rotting smell, Brian easily found the corpses of two gnolls half hidden in the bushes.

The evil aura emanating from the rotten flesh and blood lingered in the air. The stiff mouths on the two dead wolf man corpses were making intermittent grunts and groans. The swollen and rotten arms and claws scratched the ground and crawled with difficulty.

Looking at the nauseating scene on the ground, Brian instantly thought of the scene after the dead body had changed in the movie of his previous life.

From the deep wounds on the bodies of the two gnolls, it can be seen that they were obviously dead long ago.

The reason why it still squirms is that it is awakened by the strong negative energy in the air.

Then the two corpses will gradually become stronger with the absorbed negative energy, and finally completely transform into a real undead creature.

Although Brian seldom studied necromantic spells, it didn't mean he really didn't know anything about them.

The magic of the necromancy school can use the power of the dead to infuse the remains of the dead, allowing them to revive in the form of zombies.

Similarly, a corpse in a place full of death and destruction may also be disturbed by negative energy, or activated by a corrupt and evil breath, and then self-awaken as an undead creature.

Brian pondered for a moment, and chose to turn around and leave.

Because the two jackals who inadvertently broke into this place were obviously killed not long ago.

The negative energy absorbed was not too much, it was just a half-finished product, not worth his while.

Brian continued to walk cautiously, and during this time he encountered many half-undead creatures like the previous gnoll corpses.

As for the corpses that did not pose any threat, he ignored them just like the first time.

He knew very well that there was definitely something more dangerous waiting for him, so he didn't want to waste his energy here for no reason.

Soon, a black figure emerged from the shadows and blocked his way.

Seeing the sharp long sword in the opponent's hand, Brian instantly realized that the corpses of many humanoid creatures he found along the way were probably all caused by the monster in front of him.

This is a black human figure, wearing a broken cloak and a hood. Inside the hood, there are a pair of blood-colored pupils shining coldly.

The other party was an elf when he was alive, Brian thought to himself.

Then, without hesitation, he raised his sword and charged forward.

Bryan leaned forward, and the sharp sword flashed a silver light like lightning. The moment the enemy's hooded head touched the silver sword, it seemed to be ignited, billowing thick smoke, and fell in response.

Target is dead!
Gain experience points: 50 points!
……

Looking at the results of his battle, Brian nodded with satisfaction.

His sword blade was temporarily blessed with the most prominent silvery characteristic against undead creatures. When it touched their stiff flesh, it was like a red-hot iron sticking hard to the delicate skin.

However, the death of this elf undead creature did not bring him short-term peace, but a sign of a general attack.

In an instant, many scalp-tingling undead emerged from the shadow of the bushes, all of them walked towards Brian with stiff, weird, twisted steps, growling and moaning.

Countless enemies are approaching step by step...

Brian held the sword in one hand and stood there calmly, as calm as a statue.

Behind him came the sound of sharp claws breaking through the air, and a kobold zombie jumped down from a tall oak tree and attacked first.

Brian turned around, the sword light flashed, the kobold's head was emitting thick smoke, and it flew into the crowd of undead, and was trampled to pieces by a strong ogre zombie, like an explosion. rotten melon.

Then, like a tiger in the oak forest, Brian broke into the group of undead creatures alone, fighting violently. The long sword in his hand flickered left and right, and the undead creatures coming from all directions screamed and waved their limbs.

A stream of rancid, pungent blood spattered.

The silver sword in Brian's hand was as sharp as a razor, and the undead creatures fell to the ground one after another, emitting pungent burnt smoke like cutting wheat.

Even though there were a lot of undead creatures that surrounded Brian tightly, and the rotten stench almost suppressed him, his attacking movements did not slow down at all. With every sweep of the sharp sword, stiff stumps and broken arms flew around.

His experience bar is like a code with messy data, beating crazily.

"Pfft!"

With a horizontal slash, Bryan cut the huge body of the ogre zombie into two pieces, and then instantly used his free left hand to cast a spell, continuing the chanting rhythm of the spell.

——"One-ring spell: Burning Hand!"

A cone of flame burst out from Brian's fingertips like a flamethrower, reflecting the pitch-black night and his stern face hidden in the hood.

The densely packed undead creatures are like dry tinder. The moment the flames come into contact, a scorching sea of ​​flames erupts, devouring all the enemies.

As the last undead creature fell, Brian's figure disappeared in the smoke, and he continued to walk towards the tall and majestic oak tree.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a cold breeze blew by, and Brian suddenly felt a chill down his back, and the force field of "Protection from Evil" around his body also trembled slightly.

With a cold look on his face, he turned around and swung his sharp sword without hesitation.

"what!!!"

Immediately afterwards, a shrill scream echoed in the forest.

A hazy shadow emerged, and a miserable smile appeared on the ferocious ghost's face. The moment it touched the dazzling silver light of the sharp sword in Brian's hand, it seemed to be evaporated and disappeared into a puff of smoke.

"Target is dead!"

"Extract magic energy!"

"Get 20 points of magic energy!"

"Get 100 experience points!"

……

Brian wasn't surprised to see the magical energy he got, because ghosts are originally spirit-like undead creatures, which are composed of pure energy, and they can also be called pure magical energy.

If there is no absorption of arcane fire, this kind of spiritual creature will turn into crystals in the form of energy after death, which can be used as a common charging material for spellcasters.

Because of this, ghosts also have a special ability: incorporeal.

Creatures with this ability can only be harmed by other incorporeal creatures or by enchanted weapons, spells, spell-like abilities, or supernatural abilities.

Even if hit by a spell or enchanted weapon, there is still a half chance of avoiding the damage.

However, in front of the well-prepared Brian, these childish tricks are not threatening at all.

Therefore, whether it is the original resident group or a saying circulating among their player groups: 'It is best not to provoke a well-prepared wizard'.It's not nonsense.

Brian continued to walk towards the oak tree. During this period, he encountered a total of 7 ghosts, which contributed a lot of experience points and magic energy to him without accident.

And, he also found out.

From stepping into the temple until now, he has never encountered a powerful undead creature. Under the sharpness of his enchanted weapon, it is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables, and he can't even resist a single blow.

This made Brian's taut heart relax a bit.

Because from the strength of the undead creatures that appeared in the corrupted land, one can roughly judge the ancient evil's control over this world.

However, the fact is just the opposite. Just when Brian was about to let go of his hanging heart, the scene before him immediately raised it to his throat, and the sharp sword in his hand instinctively clenched a bit.

"Da da da……"

Accompanied by the sound of galloping horseshoes, a group of knights riding skeleton warhorses passed through the mist and appeared within Brian's sight.

They all wore damaged armor and carried a dull rusty lance. The lineup was neat and orderly, just like the regular cavalry regiment of the human kingdom.

The suffocating stench was accompanied by the skeleton cavalry rushing head-on, and the ground seemed to tremble silently. Fortunately, Brian had a deep understanding of the characteristics of ancient evil, so he would not panic.

When the Mieshi death star appears in the sky of the world, it will wake up all the sleeping dead in this world and transform them into undead creatures. It is called the evil omen coming to the world by the world: the restless dead!
The process of evil things coming to the world can be divided into four stages.

During the Weak phase, the damage of all necromancy spells and spell-like abilities is increased by 20%, and when a living creature dies, there is a 20% chance to transform into a zombie.

Omen reaching the Medium stage is the same as the Weak stage, but the chance of the transformation happening increases to 40%.

In addition, the whole world will be shrouded in the second-level buff spell "Desecration" that can make undead creatures stronger.

Omens to reach the higher stage are the same as the middle stage, but the chance of transformation is increased to 80%.

Moreover, at this stage, all dead creatures will be revived into various powerful undead creatures of different levels, such as zombies, skeletons, corpse demons, ghosts, etc., according to the strength of their strength and the degree of decay of their corpses.

The second-level spell "blasphemy", which originally covered the entire world, has been upgraded to the fifth-level spell "evil dwelling", becoming a real paradise for the dead.

At this stage, all healing and dispelling spells will be hindered by the strong negative energy, making it difficult to cast them successfully.

The fourth stage of evil things coming to the world is: unstoppable!

Just like the literal meaning, even the gods can't save this world belonging to the dead.

Brian knew that the evil at this time hadn't even reached the first stage. Judging from the current situation, at most it had corrupted the tree spirit's temple.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have ventured so boldly into the first place of evil corruption.

Brian stood there calmly, motionless, his black hood slipped back slightly, revealing his messy black hair wet by the mist.

The group of skeleton cavalry gradually slowed down and finally stopped.

A knight captain wearing a broken cloak walked to the front of the formation. His skeleton warhorse raised its front hooves uncomfortably. The knight stretched out his hand and patted the horse's neck made of glistening white bones, as if it was a living horse.

Brian watched the skeleton horse respond affectionately to the owner's pat, and he couldn't help but feel sick.

Facing this group of terrifying skeleton knights who seemed to charge at any moment, Brian unhurriedly took out a bottle of spell-casting materials that shone with silver light from his pocket.

This is a glowing silver bomb made with mithril, holy water, and silver as the main materials, and it is very effective against hordes of undead creatures.

The only disadvantage is that the production cost is too high, and with Brian's ability, he can only afford one.

Therefore, he will not use it easily until the moment when his life is in danger.

On the other side, the knight captain pulled down the non-existent steel mask on his head, tightened the reins with one hand, and raised the spear with the other, pointing straight at Brian in front of him with star-like sharpness.

The skeleton knights behind them all raised their lances to respond, and the cold tip of their lances blinked their cold eyes under the penetrating moonlight.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

At this tense moment, a cry full of despair spread in the falling night.

Under the influence of the cries, the skeleton knights couldn't help but pause as they prepared to charge.

Feeling the slight trembling of the "protection against evil" barrier surrounding him, Brian's expression changed. Just a simple cry had such a strong effect, so how strong should this sudden enemy be.

Brian bit the bullet and looked in the direction of the voice.

Not surprisingly, he discovers that this sad spirit is a banshee, a malevolent creature formed from the spirits of female elves.

At this time, the banshee was floating under the night sky in a dimly glowing form, and through the faint fluorescence, one could vaguely see its characteristics when it was alive.

It was an elf banshee, with long white hair fluttering around its pale and beautiful face, and its body was wrapped in flowing slender rags.

The Banshee is an undead bound forever to the place of death, and forced to relive every moment of her life with unerring accuracy.

This is why they hate all living creatures with extreme hatred, and are merciless in any creature foolish enough to dare trespass their territory.

Bryan thought that the dead soul that Athel mentioned was a ghost that he could easily deal with, but unexpectedly, there actually appeared a banshee that was several grades higher than the ghost.

He frowned, clenched the magic materials in his hands, and began to think about countermeasures.

He is very clear about the banshee's attack method. First, she will use her terrifying appearance to scare away the weaker enemies, then use one or more howl attacks on the remaining enemies, and finally absorb the life energy of the enemies in close combat.

Therefore, all he needs to do is to endure the terrifying wail of the banshee first, and then launch a fatal blow instantly when the other party approaches him.

After a short wail, the banshee exuding fierce hatred on her face, under Brian's vigilant gaze, suddenly raised her head back, stretched her arms, opened her mouth wide, and let out a beautiful and terrifying howl exploded in its illusory throat.

Brian instantly felt a scream full of pure hatred, violently hitting his "protection against evil" barrier like a storm.

"Crack!"

The barrier only resisted for two seconds before dense cracks appeared like broken glass, and then disappeared without a trace with a crisp shattering sound.

Brian also dropped the weapon in his hand in an instant, knelt down on the ground, and tightly covered his bleeding ears with his hands.

He resisted the sting of the mental attack, picked up the long sword that fell on the ground like lightning, and clenched the spell-casting materials with his other hand, ready to meet the banshee's attack.

The moment he looked up, he found, as expected, that the charging skeleton knights were undergoing astonishing changes.

Their armor splintered and fell off, and even their monstrous bones began to crack.

With the burning soul fire in the eye sockets suddenly extinguished, the group of skeleton knights scattered all over the ground amidst the ups and downs of each other.

Obviously, the banshee's wail is an indiscriminate soul attack.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

The banshee with a hazy radiance all over her body floated in front of Brian in an instant.

Brian looked at the banshee pretending to be exhausted, and he clearly felt that the cry of the banshee did not carry the pure hatred for the living as when it first appeared on the stage, but was replaced by a kind of desolate sadness.

This caused him to pause his arm involuntarily the moment he swung the sharp sword, so that he lost the best opportunity for a sneak attack, allowing this banshee exuding a bone-chilling chill to get close.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

The banshee's weak cry came again, but to Brian's surprise, apart from the cry, the other party didn't stretch out her pale claws and cast the "Touch of Corruption" on him as he expected.

He also found that the close-up banshee was just floating in front of his eyes, the scarlet eyes were looking at him sadly, and the beautiful face was distorted by some kind of painful struggle.

For some reason, Brian was suddenly touched by the banshee's expression and the faint cry of despair, making him subconsciously think that the banshee would not cause any harm to him at all.

Suddenly, just as Brian was in a daze, the banshee stretched out her pale, piercing claws and grabbed his face.

However, Brian didn't notice the negative energy attached to it, and he could clearly feel that when the long and pointed nails on the banshee's fingers were grabbing his face, it wasn't stretching out as imagined, but a deliberate gesture towards his face. Shrink inside to hide the edge.

It made him feel more like a gentle touch than a fatal attack.

Realizing that something was wrong, Brian thought he was under some kind of mind-confusing spell, so he bit the tip of his tongue violently, and the intense pain made his brain instantly clear.

But the subconscious sympathy for the banshee still lingered in his heart like a sad cry, which was hard to dispel.

The moment the banshee's attack was about to touch his face, Brian's heart froze, he suppressed the grief in his heart, clenched the hilt of his sword, and was ready to fight back.

At this moment, a gust of bone-chilling cold wind floated by, and the hazy and glowing body of the banshee was like yellow sand blown by a strong wind, blown away in ashes.

For a moment, Brian seemed to see the banshee showing a kind smile to him, but it was only a flash and then disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, a dark blue spar the size of a fingernail fell to the ground.

Brian secretly touched the cold sweat on his forehead, picked up the soul spar in a daze, and still couldn't figure out what caused the sudden change of the banshee.

Is it her?

Looking at the bone-chilling soul spar in his palm, Brian suddenly realized the real reason for the banshee's disappearance.

Each banshee is bound to the place of death, a particular location that apparently held great significance for them in life.

Therefore, the easiest way to deal with spirit creatures such as banshees or ghosts is to help them complete an unfinished obsession during their lives, so that they can return to rest.

Otherwise, we can only exist alone in a desolate place, letting the world grow old and ourselves gradually being forgotten.

"Is this your last wish?"

Brian sighed deeply, sat on a collapsed tree trunk with a tired expression, took out the Hundred Flowers Honey Wine that Athel had given him, and drank it all in one gulp, then solemnly put away the soul spar in his hand stand up.

In the temple at this time, with the howling spell cast by the banshee, almost all the undead creatures inside were cleaned up.

All he needs to do is to cultivate his spirit, find out the location of the World Exterminating Death Star, and arrange a magic circle to delay the arrival of evil things.

Thinking of this, Brian subconsciously looked up at the sky, just in time to see a pale planet emerging from the top of the tall oak tree.

Even though it was pitch black at night, Brian was still able to clearly see this ancient evil that had been pressing in his heart from the beginning to the end: the Death Star!

His mind began to recall detailed information about this ancient evil.

The Death Star is more like a place than a life.

In fact, it's an asteroid spinning in the void, waiting for the gravitational pull of a nearby planet.

To those on the Chosen world, the Elder Evil is like a speck in the sky.

At night it is almost invisible and blends with the darkness, but at midnight it appears like a pale pupil hanging in the sky, lifeless and fearful.

(End of this chapter)