The Rhodoks were breathing slightly short of breath.
But he didn't make any assertions, and slowly backed away from the opened door.
Although the light from the torch can only reach a dozen meters around, the walls in this hall are all decorated with gilt and glazed ornaments, so when the torch flickers, it almost illuminates the entire hall of the temple.
Also, the bones and skeletons all over the ground appeared in front of their eyes.
There are bones all over the room.
Layers.
Skeletons pressed on bones, skeletons pressed on top of skeletons, they were pale white, and there were faintly visible linen or velvet cloths, but they were all tattered, which added a bit of eerieness.
The Rhodoks looked at each other and backed away from the hall.
They retreated into the alley.
The last sergeant turned his head and left. He needed to report the situation to Kant.
But not out of the alleyway.
New torches appeared at the stone gate outside, and more Rhodok sergeants walked in.
At the same time, Kant was surrounded and protected.
"Calm down."
Kant frowned, seeing this Rhodok sergeant's abnormally anxious look, he couldn't help clenching his heart slightly, and asked him in a deep voice: "What's the matter, what did you find in the temple?"
"My lord, there are skeletons everywhere!" The sergeant quickly reported.
"Skeleton?"
Kant's eyes shrank instantly.
What came to mind were the low-level skeleton infantry in the undead clan.
Wearing armor that has long been damaged, holding weapons made of ribs or thigh bones, some of which may have rusted or broken iron weapons, flashing the faint blue soul fire in the eye sockets of the skull, in the tomb There are only bones left, an ancient warrior who was still manipulated by evil and then resurrected from the dead, desecrated by evil.
Although the combat effectiveness of these skeleton soldiers with only bones is extremely low, the undead tribe precisely controls a large number of skeleton soldiers and drowns the enemy with human sea tactics, otherwise the famous undead natural disaster will not appear!
"Stay vigilant!"
Kant ordered in a deep voice.
The soldiers who were still rushing in behind quickly retreated and spread their guard around the pyramid.
Such a small area, with so many soldiers coming in, can only be a burden.
As an elite army, they certainly knew that the number of men is rare, so the Rhodoks, who are good at foot combat and protection, came in separately and stood in front of Kant with a broad shield.
They walked quickly in the alleyway, pushing open the gilded wooden door with exquisite patterns together.
Kant's eyes narrowed instantly.
"this…"
His language can't describe the horror picture he has seen so far.
Really skeletons!
Just like the shock felt by the Rhodoks.
There are layers of skeletons all over the floor, and in the hall of nearly 2,000 square meters, there are scattered and folded bones everywhere.
Even Kant could vaguely see that there should be dozens of rows of seats in the hall through the reflected firelight, but they were all submerged by these skeletons. The highest place was the high platform at the end of the hall, and the skeletons were stacked nearly half a meter.
According to the estimation of so many skeletons, at least 5000+ people must die here to form.
"It was a massacre."
The mages spoke slightly, and said slowly: "The breath here is the coldness left by the dead, with resentment and curses on the living, even after thousands or even tens of thousands of years, it still exists."
"It's terrifying." The Rhodoks sergeants also whispered.
Nearly 5000+ people were all slaughtered in this hall, how could it not be scary
They are from the continent of Calradia.
Although there were many wars, there was absolutely no massacre on such a scale.
This is equivalent to a massacre level, a massacre at the level of genocide, which is a level of massacre that has rarely occurred since Calradia has historical records.
Even in the Warwind World where the Enfass Empire is located, massacring 5,000 people at one time is equally terrifying.
Appear in front of Kant now.
Squinting slightly, his expression calmed down.
It's not like he didn't know about the hundreds of thousands of massacres in his previous life.
Compared with the troops recruited by these systems, Kant from reality undoubtedly has more insights, but he suddenly saw the massacre of nearly 5,000+ people, and his mind was a little restless. After adjusting his inner mood, he quickly recovered.
"But that's okay."
The mages spoke calmly and said, "These skeletons have lost their souls, and there is no possibility of becoming undead."
Kant nodded, but looked forward.
"What is that, an... old man?"
He looked at the end of the hall.
It was a slightly half-meter-high stone platform, on which were placed small statues of gods.
Linen and velvet ornaments can be vaguely seen all around. Since they have not been touched for thousands of years, although they are badly damaged, they can vaguely see the mysterious sun god pattern on them.
In front of the statue is an old man sitting on a golden chair.
Wearing a divine robe woven with gold silk, the decoration is more complicated than that of the woman in the golden coffin in Kant's ruins. At the same time, there is a golden scepter lying in the arms, and a golden crown like a crown on the head.
Undoubtedly a superior.
"There is negative energy contained in it."
The mage reminded: "Maybe there is a little danger."
"A little danger?" Kant was satisfied with the word: "So there is no danger?"
"Be careful," said the mage.
Kant looked at the old man with white eyebrows, his face was still calm.
Since it is a little danger, it means that there is not much danger. Kant will not be too nervous, but he will not relax his vigilance either. He turned to Sergeant Rhodok and said, "I need someone to investigate."
"I go!"
Without any hesitation, two Rhodok sergeants stepped forward, striding forward with a broad shield like a turtle shell on their backs.
Holding a two-handed machete like an ax and halberd, holding his arms parallel to each other, pointing the pointed spear at the old man sitting on the golden chair and holding a golden scepter, stepping on the layers of bones, accompanied by crackling With the sound of bones being crushed, he slowly stepped forward.
The Rhodoks soldiers behind them raised their shields one after another and carefully blocked Kant's sides. Only the strong broad shield in their hands was the source of their peace of mind.
4 more Ravenston rangers come in.
With a solemn expression, he raised the heavy bow in his hand, put on the cone-headed arrow, and pointed it vaguely at the sitting old man.
They also felt uneasy.
The mages raised their staffs, and the few remaining magic bullets were ready.
The two Rhodok sergeants walked slowly.
The sound of Kara's bones breaking could be heard endlessly, and even under the feet, there was a faint blue light flickering in those skeletons, which slowly extinguished like phosphorous fire as they stepped on them.
Thousands of years is really too long.
It grows to the point where even the undead will be wiped out in it.
But when the two Rhodok sergeants were about to approach the stone platform, and the heavy long-handled machete in their hands was less than 2 meters away from the old man's body, a gloomy golden light slowly appeared on the top of the stone platform.
Like catkins slowly falling, it appeared above the old man's head.
"Back back! That's a spell of the soul series!"
The mages next to Kant shouted suddenly.
And at the stone platform, the two Rhodok sergeants did not hesitate at all, they immediately turned around and ran back.
Although the broad shields on their backs were in the way like tortoise shells, they could completely block the enemy's attacks, so these Rhodok sergeants dared to point their backs at the enemy. In fact, if they held weapons with both hands In combat, the back is the area with the strongest defense!
Sometimes injured, in order to prevent the formation from being destroyed, they will turn their backs and use the broad shield on the back as a low wall to block the enemy's attack, the effect is very good.
But the expected soul attack did not come.
The seven sorcerers still looked dignified, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Kant looked at the stone platform.
The golden catkins fluttered, and the old man with white beard and hair moved slightly.
The gold-cast scepter was originally leaning against the old man's arms, but now it moved slowly with his movements, as if it was slipping away and wanted to fall to the ground. The situation was urgent.
But just as it fell, an old wrinkled hand grabbed it.
"Humanity."
The old man raised his head slowly, his tone was strange and indifferent.
After he opened his mouth, he didn't continue to speak. Instead, he meditated quietly for three to five seconds before raising his head again and looking at Kant who was in the middle and protected: "Human nobles."
"I am." Kant stepped forward and asked with his knight sword: "How do you call it?"
"Humble slave."
But the old man seemed to be irritated, gray and white colors appeared in his eyes, and anger also appeared on his pale and wrinkled old face: "Kneel down and pay tribute to me, who will allow you to dare to look directly at me while standing?" I, look directly at the venerable, His Majesty the Pope of the Sun God Cult!"
His anger seemed to communicate with the surrounding rules, the temperature rose slightly, the dust on the surrounding walls kept falling, and the gold foils emitted subtle golden light, like dazzling lights, completely illuminating the hall.
But a gloomy wind blows through it.
With resentment and vicious curses, they quickly circled the room.
Kant and the others could clearly feel that the temperature had dropped again after the rise, and a slight wind blew past them, but more wind rushed towards the old man who called himself the Pope, whistling and blowing on him, the golden silk cloth clothing.
At the same time, the grayness in the old man's eyes became more and more obvious. Sitting on the golden chair, he fell into a daze like a memory: "This is... oh, it's you... why are you... don't... I remember... finally The decisive battle of the world...the refuge was attacked...the betrayal of mankind...the end of the entire age of the gods!"
He muttered slowly, the grayness in his eyes became more and more obvious.
In the end, the golden light that was still in the eyes completely disappeared.
But the sun god pattern between the eyebrows turned directly from gold to blood, reflecting the dense bloodshot eyes that appeared in the gray and white eyes. Looking at Kant and the others, his eyes were full of resentment and hatred: "Human beings, traitors of the gods!"
"Hoohoo—"
A scorching gust of wind surged instantly.
The terrifying force instantly blew up the skeletons in the entire hall.
(end of this chapter)