To the north of the Northern Coastal Corridor was a barren land. The cold-resistant woods and strange terrains had turned this place into a paradise for werewolves, ice bears, and other creatures. There were even more powerful magic creatures wandering in the depths of this vast land, such as silver dragons, white dragons, and frost giant lords.
Therefore, although the roads to the East Haven had been developed by generations of adventurers and avoided the most dangerous areas, the caravans and pedestrians walking on these roads were often attacked. The North was covered with a layer of bloody chaos, and it was called a paradise for desperadoes.
In the Month of Ice, this area had been covered with white. Even the evergreen trees were covered with pure white gauze. At first glance, there was not a single trace of color. If one stared at the trees for too long, they would not even be able to open their eyes.
However, on the road where the carriage tracks had yet to be covered by the snowflakes, clusters of shocking blood were spreading out. Long swords, spears, giant hammers and other weapons that were casually discarded indicated that there had been a fierce battle here.
Following the footprints on the ground, one left the main road and kept going north, one would see a boundless primeval forest. In the depths of the forest, there was a hidden crack that led underground. At the end of the crack was a rather spacious underground cave.
Inside the underground cavern, torches were inserted into the stone walls, brightly lighting up the entire place. However, the flames burning on these torches were an extremely strange pale white, as if they had no temperature at all. They did not have their own souls, only a deathly stillness!
The pale light from the torches shone on the black-robed figures who were crawling on the ground, making them look gloomy and terrifying.
These black-robed figures had their foreheads close to the ground. From the features of their bodies and faces, it was clear that they were not all humans. There were werewolves with hairy cheeks, orcs with all kinds of obvious signs of beasts, and frost giants who occupied a large area …
They were motionless, like corpses. In the center of their worship was an altar made of white bones. A black-robed figure with pale flames in his eyes stood in front of the altar, quietly looking at the mysterious patterns emitting a strong smell of death and the giant scythe on the altar, which symbolized the harvest of life.
"Being born means the beginning of death. That is an end that we can never avoid …"
The black-robed man abruptly raised his hands and loudly chanted an inexplicable prayer. Immediately, a pale flame that burned quietly rose from the altar.
"Birth means the beginning of death …"
Those black-robed men who looked like corpses finally moved. Their hoarse and buzzing voices made their bodies tremble slightly.
The voice of the high priest at the front was very mysterious. His extreme fanaticism was expressed in extreme coldness. "Compared to the long time after death, life is short and meaningless. Only darkness, coldness, and death are eternal themes …"
"We will eventually decay. Only by entering the Kingdom of Death and Slumber can our souls avoid slowly dying away …"
The High Priest's gaze gradually became hollow. "Today, we will offer sacrifices to my Lord, as well as our own lives, so that our souls can be supported and truly live forever!"
"I am willing to offer my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul …" Those black-robed men seemed to be hypnotized. Their voices were numb and monotonous.
Hearing their answers, the high priest heaved a long sigh of relief. He had sent another batch of devout believers to the Lord, allowing the true meaning of death to be manifested. And according to the Soul Rite given to him by the Lord, he was getting closer and closer to the Lord. He was also getting more and more out of his mortal body and soul, transforming into a true messenger of death.
By then, his life and soul would be sublimated, and he would be as powerful as a legendary sorcerer and a legendary Knight!
Thinking of that, he felt that the pale fire of death in his heart was burning more and more intensely and weirdly. A vague world of death was vaguely 'burning' in his head and around, an extremely peaceful world full of undead creatures.
"This is indeed a sign that I am getting closer and closer to the Lord. I can already vaguely sense the great and sacred paradise of death. When my senses become clearer, it will be the opportunity for me to be transcended!"
At this time, the human beings around the altar woke up. Some of them were wearing luxurious clothes, and some were wearing leather armor. They were no different from the caravans on the trade route in the north.
"What … What are you doing?" Some of them accused in panic and shock.
"Damn bandits, will you pay for attacking us?" Some of them were still in the state of fury.
"Please, let us go. All the goods and money will be yours, and killing us will be of no use to you." Some of them sensed the anomaly from the weirdness around them and trembled.
The High Priest raised his head. Pale fire was jumping out of his deep, dark eyes. Seeing the two clusters of fire, those human beings were paralyzed and could not make any sound anymore.
"Go to the center of the altar and offer your lives to the Lord." The High Priest's voice was flat and monotonous.
The faces of these merchants and mercenaries were abnormally pale and full of fear, but they could not resist the High Priest's order. They stood up as if they were possessed and walked to the center of the altar involuntarily.
The man who walked to the side of the pale fire first picked up the giant black scythe with trembling hands. His eyes were full of fear, despair, and madness, but his hand was unusually steady as he used the seemingly weightless giant scythe to cut his own throat.
A hideous wound appeared on his throat, but not a single drop of blood spurted out. His entire body rapidly withered, and his skin wrinkled. In a short period of time, he turned into a dried corpse. And something transparent seemed to float out of his body and into the "pale flame".
The pale fire rose a little higher, and a dark red mark appeared on the edge of the black scythe.
The High Priest felt a kind of joy from the bottom of his heart. It was an experience that surpassed any enjoyment. Even without the improvement of his strength and the reward of the Lord, this joy made him eager to hold the ceremony.
The world of death in his mind and the surrounding space faintly became a little clearer.
"My sublimation has taken another step forward. I'm closer to the Lord …" The High Priest moaned to himself, but no one in the underground cave noticed his loss of composure.
The offerings took their own lives, making the pale fire more and more vigorous, as if it was about to jump out of the altar.
"Come, show your devotion. Life is short, death is eternal!" The High Priest suddenly turned around and worshipped solemnly.
The voices of the black-robed people changed. They said fervently, "I'm willing to dedicate my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul …"
The Death Scythe seemed to have sensed the fervent atmosphere. It hummed, flew up from the altar, and hovered on the ceiling of the underground cave.
"I'm willing to dedicate my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul!"
The black-robed people prayed in unison again, but it was no longer an answer. It was a request from the bottom of their hearts.
There was a dark red mark on the edge of the scythe. It seemed to have absorbed all the light, making the entire underground cave dark. Only the pale fire in the center was not affected.
The scythe suddenly fell into the pale fire. At this time, the bodies of the black-robed people trembled. Their eyes lost all their light, as if something important had been sucked into the fire.
The pale fire expanded and flooded the entire underground cave. The black-robed people's skin began to rot, and dark red flames jumped out of their eyes. In an instant, they were turned into undead creatures!
The High Priest was even more delighted. He could no longer distinguish between the material world and the Paradise of Death. He only felt that his soul had been greatly sublimated.
"Oh great Lord of Death, please enjoy your sacrifice!" He called out loudly, and the undead creatures in the cave also raised their arms. It was like a lush forest.
The pale fire shrank and condensed. It was only the size of a person, but an illusory door appeared in the center.
The door opened, and a monster in a black cloak appeared in the fire. Behind it was a plain where countless undead creatures wandered. Under its feet were various palaces made of white bones.
This monster was like the incarnation of death. It made people unable to look at it directly, because once they saw it, they would immediately lose all their lives. Fortunately, it could not step out of the pale fire and let death engulf the world.
The High Priest only felt that his soul was floating. It seemed to have been improved, so he was even more unable to extricate himself.
"My strength has increased again! My soul has been sublimated again! "
The monster in the black cloak looked outside. Its pale and empty eyes suddenly showed a strange fluctuation. Then, its body separated into two copies of itself as if it was looking into a mirror. However, both of them only had half of their original aura.
The monster of death that was separated suddenly burst into pale flames and swallowed itself. Then, it became one with the surrounding flames and the altar.
As the monster's remaining body uttered a strange incantation, the flames rolled violently and condensed into the shape of a solid door. It was gradually dyed with a rich blood color.
Boom!
When the door became blurry, an unimaginable chaotic and murderous aura spread out. As a result, the sky outside resounded with the rare sound of winter thunder. The entire cave began to shake violently, causing the entire vast land to shake.
The High Priest suddenly discovered that his soul had been sublimated to the maximum. The world of death around and in his head was completely clear.
"I've made it?"
Overjoyed, he was ready to melt himself with the world of death and receive the legendary power. However, at this moment, the world of death was gone, and a meatball that was jumbled by countless eyes, heads, and limbs appeared before him.
After seeing the meatball, the High Priest felt that his soul had completely mutated, and his thinking ability was gone.
"No!"
He let out a cry of shock, fury, and fear. His body became weirdly shaped, with thick black tentacles growing out of it.
In Kasvic, the capital of the north coastline, the Burning Lady stood up and looked at the distance. She sensed that the ultimate evil and chaos were popping up there!
"Hull-Chulia, what happened?" She hurried to contact Hull-Chulia, the Monarch of Fate.
Floating at the top of the magic tower, Hull-Chulia held a crystal ball and said solemnly, "The Will of Abyss is trying to arrive. We have to stop it immediately. I've already informed the Congress."
Such a thing could only be handled by at least one grand arcanist, and Hellen in the Cabin of Palmeira was guarding Allyn. If the Will of Abyss did arrive, it would still be a terrible thing even though he hadn't recovered from his wounds. There was no God's Arrival to beat him back this time! Also, there was no telling whether or not he would blow himself up on a whim and destroy the entire northland.
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