The main character is crazy [Transmigration Book]

There was a tingling chewing sound in the ear, which was the cry of the soul.

In the forest, dim green lights fluttered, and in the sky, little stars twinkled.

The sky in the dark night was intertwined with a little white, the magic circle stopped spinning and gradually faded away, and the magic power dissipated with the air pressure, outlining strands of pure white tassels inlaid with gold.

The huge skeletal vine began to wither, shrink, and finally turned into dust and disappeared with the wind.

In the night, a black diamond-shaped crystal quietly landed and rolled to An's feet.

Austin's body remained far away, and his heart returned to his chest cavity at some point.

After a full meal, Savis flapped his wings a few times, and his transparent body appeared more realistic.

The extremely long tail raised slightly, and the high head let out a sound of excited joy.

Suddenly, he fell into Xiu's arms.

"good."

Xiu raised his hand and patted the top of Xavis' head lightly.

"It's about to advance."

Adrian walked by and glanced at Savis.

"If it wasn't for my reasons, it would probably advance faster."

Xiu smiled, and stretched out his hand to take out a white halo from Xavius' mouth.

Ann asked, "What is this?"

"Austin's soul."

Lifting the palm slightly to absorb the halo, and then swiping along with it, Austin's body also disappeared.

When the wrist was turned slightly, the essence obtained before had fallen into the palm, and with the input of magic power, the gate of the underworld slowly opened.

At the moment when the two stepped into the underworld, Milo Lasger opened his sleeping sixth eye.

[Finally, the wait is over...]

……

The manipulated undead quickened their pace of attack, countless skeletons formed a sea of ​​corpses, and dark clouds enveloped the Vatican.

The rusty iron blade was held high, its sharp point pointing straight at the cathedral.

The huge black hole was getting bigger and bigger, the scorpion tail in the center swayed slightly, and the space fluctuated accordingly. Immediately afterwards, bone dragons filled with ice-blue flames hovered in the air one after another, screaming loudly.

The huge wings made of bones blinded the sun wantonly, and the open fangs continuously swallowed the cold death fire towards the ground.

The ground began to burn, and the extremely cold flames burned the undead souls like a necrosis, crying and screaming to form a symphony of death.

Complaints filled the air, and the wailing pierced the eardrums...

The roses on the fence withered, their red and pink petals withered, and the dead sea flowers bloomed in the flames.

The exhausted knights began to feel timid, and the cloud of death loomed.

"Master Holy Son..."

Wilda, who was missing one arm, hunched over, his right hand holding the penis trembled slightly, and black-red blood condensed into clots on the sleeve.

The knight's pride made him stick to his mission, even though fear had filled his heart and occupied his thoughts, making his hands tremble even as he held the weapon.

"We will definitely win..."

Ansair endured the fear, even though the magic power in his body was running out, he still waved the staff, spread the holy light, and firmly believed in the light.

"Your Highness."

Mrs. Roland took off the tulip pinned to her ear, and the ends of her hair festered together with the golden petals.

She flicked her right hand, the power of the undead left an indelible mark on her arm, and she, who always paid attention to appearance, was extremely disgusted.

She raised her head, her azure eyes were stained with a layer of gray, and her expression was no longer frenzied, with doubt and a trace of anger.

"Mrs. Roland."

Ansair turned his head sideways, his expression darkened.

"Where is the Pope? Why hasn't the Pope appeared! And where are the three Archbishops of Canterbury under him?!"

Roland began to ask questions, baring his teeth and claws like a howling banshee.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, he should still be holding the resurrection ceremony..."

Ansair lowered his voice, hesitating in tone.

He knew that the resurrection ceremony should have ended, but he didn't dare to guess, he was afraid.

"Roland, who allowed you to be presumptuous to His Highness like this."

Randy raised his long whip, and the slender tail of the whip made a sharp whip in the air.

The air gradually began to depress, and the magic particles exploded one after another.

"This is not presumptuous!"

Roland turned his head to ignore Randy, and looked directly at Ansair.

"I'm just asking questions! I was lucky enough to witness the resurrection ceremony when I was young, but it was not like it is now. Why did the resurrection of a guardian knight this time lead to such a large-scale attack by the undead? You must know that His Majesty resurrected three adults in a row! Also, apart from us and the Knights, why can't the archbishops and priests even see a single figure? Even if the distance is too far, there is also a teleportation array Use it! Don't tell me that even the magic circle has been destroyed, I won't believe it at all, so Your Highness, please tell me what kind of ceremony His Majesty Jerome is performing!"

Ansair was speechless for a moment, he clenched his hands slightly, and the expression in the corner of his eyes changed a bit.

At this time, before everyone noticed, the cloud flow in the sky suddenly stopped swinging along with the huge scorpion tail, and then it quietly retracted the tail.

As it moved, white clouds blew by with the wind, and the golden light instantly pierced through the dark clouds and filled half of the sky.

There is a round of red sun hanging high.

In a trance, a feather fell, and vaguely, it was as if a pair of hands had placed a majestic and splendid city on the top of the clouds.

……

The breath of the underworld has changed, wild grass and mud are intertwined, the yellow sand is gone, and red and blue discs are swirling the entire sky.

It is no longer the gray and black of the past, and a variety of gorgeous colors are hovering and interlacing suspended, light and floating, and the beauty is crumbling.

In the most central place, stretches of corpse-eating vines began to grow wildly, with the unique sweetness of Netherworld flowers.

Huge and numerous huge bouquets, the center of the stamens is full of sharp fangs, and the swaying petals chew on the bones.

Xiu used magic power to float himself and Adrian in the air. The dark magic shell isolated the interference from the outside world, and the right hand holding the staff was slightly raised, calling the Contractor.

Not long after, the huge Necromancer Flying Dragon quickly flew over carrying the banshee, followed by a skeleton horse in armor and a thick gray fog.

"Sarvis, Elise, the horse chestnut, and the afternoon flower."

Buckeye and Wushihua are a pair of brother and sister, Buckeye is the elder brother, Wushihua is the younger sister, Buckeye is the child of the unicorn, and Wushihua is the child of the great succubus.

Among the undead in Xiu's hands, except for Wu Shihua, who is at level eight, the rest are almost at level six or seven. He has always followed the elite route.

"hiss!"

The running horse chestnut stopped in front of Xiu, lowered his neck and gently pressed his head against the other's chest.

"long time no see."

Xiu touched Buckeye's head, and then asked, "What happened here?"

"bright."

The noon flower floated down from the back of the horse chestnut tree, unsteadily using magic power to outline a pure black long dress, and between breaths, the blurred face gradually became clear, revealing an extremely beautiful face.

Moles of tears in the corners of her eyes protruded, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. Wu Shihua took out a blue crystal ball from her curled skirt, and the light blue light flowed in her eyes.

She looked at the crystal ball floating in the palm of her hand, and said in a soft voice: "The power of light is breaking through the barrier, using the key to open the passage of the door and bridge, trying to invade the origin of this world."

Adrian: "What if it succeeds?"

"I do not know."

Wu Shihua shook her head lightly, and put away the crystal ball with her fingers.

"However, it should be destroyed."

……

When the griffin and the dragon are flying together in the air, the ancient bell will ring, and the blue and golden rose will welcome the castle sleeping in the top of the clouds.

In Nuo Da's room, it was so quiet that the sound of white hibiscus blooming could be heard.

Jerome was leaning on the edge of the throne, his chin resting on his right hand, and his legs crossed still looked very elegant.

Behind him was a dense white fog, depicting the appearance of a human figure.

"The power of faith you have carefully acquired over the years is rapidly falling."

The dense fog suddenly made a sound, hoarse, with a hint of ridicule.

"what is the relationship?"

Jerome glanced at him casually, sat up a little more, and smiled casually.

"As long as I can achieve what I want, won't there still be those lost?"

Jerome bent his eyes and smiled very nicely, then he stood up and walked to the window, with a bit of nobility in his gestures.

He waved his hand gently, as if there was a string involved, bringing the dense fog to his side.

"You are more confident than I am."

Dense Fog stared at him for a while, his tone seemed to be sighing, but also somewhat mournful.

"If I had your confidence then..."

"Then you can't succeed."

Jerome smiled and interrupted what the thick fog hadn't said: "Because even if you succeed, I will still be the one who will succeed in the end."

"Sometimes being too confident can be a good thing."

"But not being confident is not a good thing."

Jerome responded, tapping his finger on the mosaic window.

"So, what exactly do you want to do?"

The dense fog asked the question in his heart: "You have also experienced the age of the gods, then you should know that the origin of light and the origin of darkness are not the same. If you really possess the power of the underworld, you will Aren't you afraid that the failure of fusion will eventually lead to the destruction of the world?"

"So what if it's destroyed?"

Jerome was still smiling, even though he saw the steps of the undead on the threshold of the temple.

"Even if it is destroyed, I am not the only one who will die. What's more, what I want is not destruction, but reconstruction..."