A piece of news that shocked the whole world came.
On the night of the witch, Emperor Medusa went to the small town of Birchkoro alone, and fought with the Cthulhu evil god who was mostly revived. Three hours later, Emperor Medusa died in battle in the Birchkoro Mountains.
"Even the ancient existence of the Dark Ages..."
"Cthulhu, it's about to fully recover...."
The whole world is in panic.
Although Emperor Medusa has different ideas and is regarded by countless academies and sects of wizards as the most terrifying evil monarch in the wizarding age, he is the only hope of this world after all.
The royal capital of Babylon.
In the dark yellow sunset sky, there are more than a dozen alchemy airships floating, pulling up a series of animal skin blessings, all of which are prayers and blessings about the festival of "Night of the Heavenly Witch".
The main hall of the Babylonian palace is flanked by various witches and ministers. Emperor Ermin was sitting on a high place, and the whole person was lost in an instant, as if he had lost his soul, "There is no hope."
"May the Kingdom of Babylon live and die together, and the glory of the Kingdom of Babylon will be indelible." The witches and ministers knelt down in unison.
"We still lost."
Ermin closed her eyes and sat on a high place motionless.
After the death of Medusa, no one in this world can stop the recovery of Cthulhu.
Tread Tread.
The sound of steady footsteps came slowly.
Ermin slowly opened her eyes, "This breath... Charlotte?"
"It's a witch from the Rose Kingdom!"
The surrounding witches and ministers stood in front of them, looking at the figure who entered the door with vigilance, "It's so silent..."
"Let's step back." Ermin said softly.
"Ermin, long time no see." Charlotte walked into the palace with small steps.
She looked at this best friend in her youth with some confusion. Back then, that silly, hot-blooded and upright girl had grown to such a terrifying height. She found a good teacher.
However, these days, she, Charlotte, is not too bad. After integrating into the second gene, she regained her youth and just broke through the seventh level of epic.
"I heard that you are in charge of the prison island now. Your master Medusa is dead, so it's useless to come here... By the way, you've been running around trying to revive Lucy all these years?" El Min sighed, sitting on the throne and looking up, as if remembering the three of them when they were young, "You should know that the dead cannot be resurrected, this is the truth of the world, Lucy is far away from the two of us after all... . . . but before the world ends, it will be good for the two of us to be back together."
"Hehehe... What is truth? The so-called truth is just the rules that wizards restrict themselves. Only wizards can break the truth. This is why you are not as good as the Alchemy King and the Death King. Their respective fields have broken the rules. The world's perception." Charlotte suddenly laughed, and said softly and complicatedly: "I forgot to tell you, three months ago, Lucy was resurrected."
Ermin's complexion changed, and she stood up suddenly from the throne, "What!? The resurrection of the dead in Medusa, this taboo witchcraft that broke the rules, has already been completed?"
Back then, the three students from colleges, Lucy, Charlotte and Almin, had a deep friendship.
But the death of Lucy later was not only a thorn in Charlotte's heart, but also a thorn in Ermin's heart. It was the root cause of Charlotte's defection and the two of them parting ways.
"Where's Lucy! Where's Lucy?"
Ermin became anxious, she no longer had the majesty of a great emperor.
Like her teacher, the Great Alchemist, she was unwilling to desecrate the dead and let the seven little witches sleep forever, but when the dead really began to come back to life and appeared in front of her eyes, she inevitably showed excitement after all.
"Not only Lucy, but other people have been resurrected... such as the mother of the brothers." With the sound of the black ink long sword held by Charlotte, a pair of brothers came out slowly .
The elder brother is short, but the younger brother is a tall and burly humanoid mechanical creature.
Ermin frowned, "I've seen these two people before, they are the 'Brother Edward', the champion of a previous Wizarding Academy exchange competition... Is that so? Just like Charlotte, in order to revive the dead, the two of you The genius has already turned to Medusa."
Elmin keenly noticed that the body of his brother "Alphonse", an alchemy creation, was empty. He was obviously dead, but he could still walk like a living person.
"What's the principle?" Ermin showed disbelief, "A dead soul without a body?"
"Honorable Emperor Ermin, this also breaks the truth. This is alchemy, the charm of alchemy, and the alchemy of the soul!" Charlotte's rectangular black saber opened, explaining the principle, "He The outer shell body is constructed with a space magic box! A gentle spiritual inner space is formed in the body, which is suitable for the survival of the soul, similar to the human "brain" environment, which can store the human soul, and walk out of the path of soul cultivation."
"The dead practice?"
Ermin's mind went blank, being overwhelmed by each incident.
Unexpectedly, Medusa has researched the field of death to such a height these years
Not only the living can cultivate the realm of wizards, but even the dead and the dead
However, she is so smart, she figured out the reasoning of it as soon as she thought about it.
After all, the cultivation of a wizard depends on the spirit, and the dead still have souls, so they can naturally cultivate the spirit.
But it didn't work before, even if the soul of the deceased revived, because there was no protection of the body, the mental power generated by "meditation" could not even compare to the speed at which the soul dissipated.
But if the space of the magic box can give the soul a suitable living and gentle space, it will naturally be able to cultivate.
Pandora's Box, continued to laugh and said: "The wizard who can research this kind of soul cultivation is naturally not us, but an extremely terrifying genius throughout the ages! It's not even a living person, because a living person, how could there be a dead person?" Experience, research the path of undead cultivation?"
"Not alive?"
Suddenly, Ermin thought of something incredible. If her guess came true, it would be a huge conspiracy spanning the entire era of Babylon for more than 800 years.
"You already guessed it."
A wandering soul slowly floated from the magic box, revealing a faintly transparent face.
"This appearance..." Emperor Ermin suddenly turned his head, looking at the ancient mural of "Three Witches" in the palace next to him, three women wearing animal skins and flower wreaths, one of them had exactly the same face.
"Sure enough, they are the three legendary witches of ancient Babylon, Circe!"
Ermin stood up abruptly, even for a moment, she instinctively dared not sit on the throne of Babylon.
Because Circe is the oldest existence who started the Babylonian wizard dynasty, the first king of Babylon.
Even the entire wizard civilization, the path of wizard cultivation from level one to level six, was opened up by her and two other legendary witches.
Elmin took a deep breath, knowing how terrible it was, "The old gods invaded the wizarding world, and they even triggered a shocking conspiracy from an ancient era. An ancient existence has already recovered from the old days, and has been hiding in the dark. conspiring everywhere...."
When you think that the sky is clear when you peel off the clouds and mists, there may be deeper clouds and mists behind the clouds and mists.
The evil witch Circe is one of the most intelligent people throughout the ages.
At that time, Circe had already planned to live out the second life, and developed the prototype of the taboo witchcraft "Resurrection of the Dead", and perfected it for his disciple Medusa before he died.
And, the years are done.
You must know that when Medusa was defeated by the Alchemist, he had already completed more than half of it, and summoned the afterimage of Gilgamesh. During the four hundred years of being suppressed, this witchcraft has naturally been fully matured!
"Then, the other two witches of ancient times, and even the older Gilgamesh..." Elmin's voice trembled slightly.
"It's impossible to resurrect them. Over the long years, their souls have disappeared into history. Even if they are summoned back, they are just the remnants of Gilgamesh, without consciousness."
Circe smiled sweetly, stood in the royal palace, looked at the terrified witches and ministers around, and said lightly: "The reason why I can recover completely is that I not only planted the foreshadowing for my disciples before I died, but also my corpse slept in a A coffin of this quality, to preserve my soul from dissipating seriousness."
"These ancient heroes dissipated over the long years, but my teacher, the Alchemist, just passed away not long ago!"
Ermin was so excited that she couldn't help taking a step forward, "Please revive my teacher from death. As long as my teacher is resurrected, we may not be hopeless in the face of Cthulhu!"