Being a lord in another world begins with farming

Chapter 297 Eternal Night Opera House

"As a place to seal demigods, isn't the defense too weak? Moreover, a castle was specially chosen for the sealing point. Is this for fear that others will not be able to find the right place?" Kisan's feet were slowly falling under the influence of the power of death. The reorganized Skeleton Knight, Owen complained.

Sylvia didn't know how to answer Owen's complaint, because if she thought about it, she would do the same thing. For example, she had thought about turning her father, mother, brothers and sisters into undead and sealing them in the castle. In the deepest part, I just go and see them when I'm bored. Now that I think about it, it's really unnecessary.

"Ahead is the Eternal Night Hall, and the Blood Prince is sealed in the deepest part of the Eternal Night Hall." Sylvia changed the topic and pointed to the cathedral-like building in front.

"Eternal Night Hall, I remember you said that one of the four monsters is called the Song of Eternal Night Queen, who is this hall related to?" Owen tapped the palm of his hand with the Elder Wand, stopped and said.

"That's right, and the family's explorers stopped at the Hall of Eternal Night before. I suspect that the Queen of the Netherworld is there." Sylvia said the most terrifying fact in the calmest tone, causing Owen to turn around and want to leave.

A sealed demigod, with his trump card, it is impossible to say that he can catch him easily, but if there are no accidents, the success rate is still very high.

If it were a demigod with full status and able to move freely, Irving might die before even showing his trump card.

"It's just a guess. If it's true, I can't take the information back." Sylvia said after seeing Owen turning around.

If it were before the fight between the two broke out, Sylvia would have had a 30-50% chance of achieving her goal with her family's years of preparation, but now she is not even 10% sure, so she must rope in Owen, who even she can't see through. Act as insurance to increase your strength.

Even if there are more opponents competing for the spoils afterwards, it won't matter, because only if they succeed can they have the opportunity to distribute the spoils. Otherwise, there will be no trouble if there is no hair.

Besides, she had no intention of giving all the spoils to the family. Of course she could eat as much as she could, and it didn't matter to her if one more person came to eat.

Owen hesitated for a moment and finally decided to go.

This decision was made because we were facing a ghost demigod whose shortcomings were as prominent as his advantages. With Owen's background, it would be difficult to win, but it would be even harder to kill him.

The two walked into the mysterious Evernight Hall. The dim hall was filled with the smell of decay. Under the weak candlelight, they could see the mottled walls and incomplete floors.

The decoration is even more outrageous. Although it is arranged as an opera house, it looks a bit difficult to describe due to the lack of materials.

The stage was made up of coffins dug out of the city. Because the contents inside were not thrown away, hands stretched out from time to time, and the cheering group swayed to the rhythm, which was quite atmospheric.

The curtain was sewn from the deceased's clothes, which had probably been ripped off by force, so it was full of resentment. There were often ferocious faces protruding from the torn cloth, uttering silent curses.

Under the stage, broken tombstones covered with moss formed seats. They were cold and slippery. After sitting for a long time, they either had diarrhea or had a cold. However, they were still full of zombies who were listening to the opera obediently, with expressionless faces and dull eyes.

At this time, the stiff skeleton band began to accompaniment, making a squeaky and bone-breaking sound. Although it was rhythmic, it sounded even more uncomfortable.

The ghost succubus with a resentful face was in charge of the backup dance. Just one glance showed that she was unwilling to do it. She floated around in a perfunctory manner and was not as serious as the square dance aunt.

Only the female lead singer devoted herself wholeheartedly and sang very seriously, but she looked a bit younger, at most six or seven years old. She was so absorbed in her singing voice that even Owen and Irwin didn't know that they had come in, or maybe they knew. He didn't want to interrupt his performance.

Owen found a place to sit down and quietly enjoyed the performance. Sylvia, who loved the death wind, had no immediate plans to take action when she saw this. She sat next to him and enjoyed the song and dance together. They looked like a man and woman on a date.

Because of his age, although the other party sang very seriously, his faint milky voice was obviously not suitable for opera and could easily cause drama.

However, Owen still listened very carefully, because the language used by the other party was very strange, not any language he was familiar with, but he could sense that there was something extraordinary contained in it.

After pondering for a moment, Owen chose to activate the Mystery and Wisdom Arts to find out, but his pupils instantly dilated, as if he was looking directly into the void or seeing death, and his own vitality was also under the influence of the mysterious power. Start to drain.

At the same time, the female lead singer of Ghost couldn't help but glance at Owen. After seeing his state, her eyes lit up and she sang more seriously.

Sylvia also noticed something was wrong with Owen's state, but what did it have to do with her, her expression was very indifferent.

When they are strong, they are allies. When they are in trouble, don't expect her to lend a hand, so they are still addicted to singing, and even have the urge to dance on stage together.

The opera ended and the curtain fell. At this time, Owen's condition was extremely bad. He had turned into a mummy. His hair was withered and fallen off, his eyes were dry and sunken, and his body was like bacon. But his heart was still beating tenaciously, even if it was weak enough at any time. will stop, but still maintain the last glimmer of vitality.

Under the threat of death, the ancient blood was forced to retreat into the heart and force the heart to beat, but this would not last long. In other words, there was not much time left for Owen.

The question is will Owen die?

Of course not. How could a person who is so afraid of death dare to wander around without three or five sets of insurance?

As his vitality was about to be cut off, a golden seed-like light spot appeared on Owen's forehead, and his heartbeat increased. At the same time, nearly a massive amount of vitality poured into his heart, causing the ancient blood to continuously split and replace the long-dried blood in his body. Mortal blood nourishes the body, allowing him to escape from his mortal body and evolve towards a higher level of life.

The external manifestation is that her hair has completely fallen off, replaced by long silver-white hair like moonlight, her ears have begun to become longer and more pointed, and her facial features have become softer, and her whole person is like having ten layers of beauty.

All this was completed in a very short period of time. In fact, both the ghost and Sylvia had time to interrupt, but both parties had a tacit understanding and did not make any moves, because there was an incredible person standing behind Irving.

The whole body is shrouded in hazy silver mist, wearing a gorgeous hooded robe with mysterious patterns, a tree-like golden pattern on the forehead, long ears and white hair, giving the handsome face a transcendent beauty, holding a hand in one hand The oak staff wrapped with vines holds an unpredictable crystal ball in one hand, and there is a golden ring composed of countless golden gears suspended behind it. It looks like a scholar exploring mysteries and a god walking in the world.

The most important thing is that he looks exactly like Owen, but his temperament is different. He is more rational and colder. This is the patron saint, the ancient sage, created by Owen's God-invoking Guardian Spell.