At the end of the corridor was a vermilion door, which was closed tightly, but the feeling of uneasiness in Ron's heart was getting stronger and stronger. This feeling of uneasiness was biting him, and he couldn't help but push the door open. after all.
When his fingers lightly touched the vermilion door, Ron was taken aback. The door didn't open, but his hand slipped through it easily.
"Is it that dream?" Ron finally understood, he was taken aback, unexpectedly, he actually entered that dream again.
Knowing his situation, Ron also calmed down at this time, he knew that there was no danger here.
In this dream, it seemed that some secrets were revealed in the dark, which made Ron want to find out.
The body passed through the door without hindrance, and walked into the room. The atmosphere in the room was cold and horrifying, and Ron was shocked when he saw the scene inside the room.
Several thick stone pillars support the entire hall, a huge magic circle is constantly running, exuding a hint of cold air, in the center of this magic circle, stands a young man, the young man is about thirty years old, with a head He has black and flowing long hair, pampered white skin all over his body, his upper body is naked, his lower body is only wearing a pair of trousers, his eyes are closed, and something like a vine tightly wraps around his body until his ankles, his hands are erected , forcing him to stand like this.
Ron was taken aback at first, but soon recognized that this magic circle was the legendary "Spirit Gathering Formation" that Grandpa Homelin had told him.
Gathering spirits means condensing the power of the soul, and that trace of cold air is the unparalleled soul power. Ron never thought about why a person's soul power is so powerful.
A trace of black air continuously floated and entangled in the hall, and finally concentrated on the young man through the spirit gathering array.
Ron slowly approached the young man and looked at him quietly. The young man's face was extremely handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes. His body didn't look strong, but his muscles were perfectly proportioned.
At this moment, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he had fallen asleep, and he slept extremely peacefully.
At this time, as if feeling someone peeping, the young man frowned, and subconsciously opened his eyes slightly, which shocked Ron.
The young man opened his eyes and looked around, but found no one. He wondered where the feeling of being stared at came from. After finding no doubts, he closed his eyes again.
The feeling this brought to Ron was shocking, how could it be possible? Can he detect my existence in his subconscious mind? I'm just a soul body now, who the hell is this guy? Why does he give me the feeling that he is stronger than Grandpa Homelin
Ron was in shock. At this time, there was a "boom—" and the ground shook outside. Ron almost couldn't stand still. At the same time, there was a sky-shattering shout from outside.
Looking back in astonishment, a look of surprise flashed in Ron's eyes, and he walked out quickly, ignoring the young man.
The soul-like body went directly through the wall and came outside, but the scene outside surprised him.
At this moment, he was standing in a city. In the city, there were dense crowds of people everywhere. From the gate of the city, there was a loud cry of killing.
Looking down from the high city wall, there is an endless battlefield on the ground. Countless soldiers are fighting below. There are legions in black and black armor, and legions in white in heavy armor. I don’t know what color they are wearing. The legionnaires in clothes were all twisted together, and the two sides started a big melee.
One after another, excellent fighters fell in a pool of blood. Numerous stumps, broken arms, and blood flew in the sky. The blood on the ground had accumulated into a small puddle, which showed the brutality and cruelty of the war.
The sky also seemed to become dim, dark.
"Let the gargoyle army attack!"
Just as Ron was stunned, a voice caught his attention. Not far behind him stood an old man. This old man was wearing a black robe, and his long gray hair was flying in the air. Not angry but majestic, on his chest was a ferocious skull.
"Yes, Great Elder Mosto!" A knight-like warrior knelt on one knee in front of the black-robed old man. The knight was wearing heavy armor, and skeletons could be seen everywhere on his shoulders, chest, elbows, and knees. The white bone armor and black cape, against the background of his resolute face, looked extremely heroic.
In Homelin's description to Ron, Ron knew this guy's profession - death knight.
The death knight stepped aside and gave instructions to a waiter in black. The waiter saluted and left after receiving the order.
"Who is he?" Ron blinked. He became interested in the old man named Mosto, and secretly guessed his identity.
Mosto stood on the city wall, quietly watching the fierce fighting under the city wall. The muscles on his face kept shaking, showing that he was extremely restless.
The battle below is fierce, but their side is in a disadvantageous situation. At this time, a flash of anger flashed in the eyes of the death knight, and he clenched his fists, "Damn, these bastards, when the Lich King is here, how could they One is not respectful and obedient, but since the Lich King disappeared, the faces of these guys have changed!"
The Lich King? Ron felt a "thump" in his heart, he pricked up his ears, and continued to listen.
"Yes!" Elder Mosto sighed, shook his head and said, "Hundreds of years ago, when our Scourge Church was in full swing, none of those weak forces were trembling, but now, our Scourge Church has fallen into this to the point..."
Calamity Church! When these four words entered Ron's ears, there was a "boom" in his mind, and his breathing became rapid.
The Scourge Church, could it be that this was a hundred thousand years ago...
The answer is ready to come out, countless necromancers, death knights, and undead assassins, yes, this is Omros a hundred thousand years ago.
"But...but, why did I come here?" Ron's heart was beating "thumping...", could it be that he was destined to watch all this as a bystander
Or, it's all about him...
At this time, there was a commotion in the sky, and countless black figures flew out from the castle, filling the sky with darkness. Ron recognized that it was a gargoyle.
The death knight looked at the sky quietly, and said after a long time, "The gargoyle army has already entered the battle, I don't know if we can reverse the weakness..."
Elder Mosto shook his head, "It's too difficult, the opponent also has an air force, that is the famous Griffon Legion, we can only support it for a while!"
"Then what should we do?" The death knight's face was full of anxiety.
Mosto gritted his teeth, "Our only hope to turn the situation around! He is the only one!" As he spoke, he turned his eyes to the room where the young man was, and said in a deep voice.
"Only by using the Spirit Gathering Formation left by Lord Lich King, can we help him break through the powerhouses in God's Domain. In this way, the situation will naturally be in our favor..."
The young master refers to the man in the spirit-gathering formation. At this moment, he is frantically absorbing the power of the spirit-gathering formation.
At this time, exclamations came from among the enemies below the city wall.
"The Gargoyle Legion of the Scourge Church has entered the battle!"
"Oh my god, it's a gargoyle!"
"Air Force, where is our Air Force?"
The appearance of the gargoyle caused a commotion below. The faces of those people showed a look of horror. The dense gargoyle army covered the entire sky. The number alone was enough to scare people.
Gargoyle, a summoned undead creature, has a bat-like body about three meters long, but with a wingspan of eight meters, extremely fast flying speed, and powerful attack power. Most importantly, these guys have the ability to heal themselves , when it is injured, it can be transformed into a stone statue, and it can be intact after incineration.
Some gargoyles ride on the backs of undead magus, and each undead magus can control dozens of gargoyles. Together, it is a terrifying number. These are the elites of the Scourge Church. At the critical moment, Mosto was unwilling to let them fight, which showed that the situation had reached a very dangerous point.
"Magician, attack!"
With an order, countless magic bombs flew into the air, blasting towards the gargoyle army in the sky.
"Boom... Boom... Boom..."
The magic exploded in the sky, and the gargoyles hit by the magic fell down one after another, some disappeared directly into black smoke, and some turned into stone statues on the ground to heal their injuries. A wave of magic passed, and the gargoyle army suffered heavy losses.
At this time, the undead magister on the back of the gargoyle also started to fight back, and bone spears rained down from the sky, piercing through the magician who was too late to defend...
The tragedy of the war was beyond Ron's imagination. At this moment, his blood was boiling, and he wished he could become an ordinary soldier of the Scourge Church and face those vicious enemies.
At this time, there was a roar in the sky, and then black dots appeared from the sky.
A sharp-eyed soldier shouted excitedly, "It's the Griffon, it's the Griffon Legion that appeared!"
The appearance of the Griffin Legion caused cheers from the enemies below, while the ordinary members of the Scourge Church were ashamed.
Sure enough, after the appearance of the Griffin Legion, the Gargoyle Legion of the Scourge Church suffered a devastating blow. A fierce air battle broke out between the two sides, and countless undead magisters fell.
"Bastard!" Mosto's heart was bleeding. These gargoyle legions are the elites of the Scourge Church. He couldn't afford such a loss. At the same time, there was a trace of sadness in his heart. Now the Scourge Church , It is no longer the original Scourge Church. With the disappearance of the Lich King and the civil war of the Scourge Church, the strength has been almost exhausted.
At this time, a black-robed waiter ran quickly and whispered a few words in the death knight's ear, and the death knight showed a smile on his face.
"Lord Mosto, congratulations. The young master has recovered well. Not only has he recovered the strength he had in his heyday, but his strength has continued to rise with the help of the Spirit Gathering Formation left by the Lich King, and he may even break through the realm of the gods..."
"Really?" Elder Mosto raised his eyebrows and smiled kindly, "Very well, this kid has never let me down. As soon as he wakes up, it's time for us to fight back!"
The death knight laughed, "I almost forgot, the young master is your godson, the great elder!"
Mosto smiled, his face full of pride.