Volume 1: Stranger in a Strange Land Chapter 57: Cost and Disaster
Simon felt that his body was gradually becoming shriveled and lifeless, but at the same time, his soul was rapidly transforming under the effect of the transformation ritual, moving step by step towards immortality.
This is the silence of the God of Death corresponding to the resurrection of the God-King. It is said that the various lich transformation techniques of the necromancy system in later generations were originally inspired by it.
The light on the dragon-snake devouring pattern began to gradually dim, and the necromancy magic that previously filled the entire tomb also began to gradually thin. This was when the Eternal Gift was still continuously guiding huge amounts of magic from the astral realm.
The vast magical power was channeled into his etheric realm through rituals, resonating with the mythological archetypes of this land in the past.
According to the theory of the Holy Spirit Church, this actually resonates with a silhouette of the seventh holy spirit, "the dead".
Imitation, resonance, approach, and ultimately becoming, all ritual magic is nothing more than this.
It's almost over.
Feeling that the Wang Kou ritual was about to be completed, Simon, intoxicated by the power, raised his hand and shook it towards the tower keeper who had been floating in the air.
In other words, the real "Blackwater Crown" that can command millions of undead souls.
Not long ago, he was just a mortal and he couldn't even touch that power.
But now, he could tap into that power.
Once he held it tightly in his hand, even the ancestor from a thousand years ago, the King of Black Water who once triggered the tide of undead in the Corrupted Moon that spread across the continent, would be nothing more than a pitiful loser in front of him.
He will complete the unfinished great work of his ancestors.
But, before that.
Simon slowly put down his hand, first looked back at the descendant of the Judgment Seat who was struggling to say goodbye to the witch, and then shifted his gaze back to the night sky above the dome.
The phantoms of the three Moon Goddesses had already been watching him.
+All consequences are determined, all causes must be paid+
The three voices overwhelmed the roars of countless undead souls and reached deep into Simon’s soul. The enormous pressure caused him to kneel down even though he had already reached the divine realm.
In ancient times, people often referred to Moon Realm magic as Contract Magic, because all power originating from the Moon Realm was essentially a transaction, and transactions ultimately required a price to be paid.
Twenty years ago, as a mortal, he took over the Blackwater Province from his weak father, which had basically become the back garden of the royal family.
At this moment, he has grasped the authority of the god of death, achieved the realm of the gods, and stood at the pinnacle of ruling the new Blackwater Kingdom.
All this is inseparable from the generous help of the three Moon Goddesses.
Now, it's time for them to demand their price.
"According to the contract, the newly born Blackwater Kingdom will take the Three Goddesses as the only legal faith. Every church of the Holy Spirit Church will be demolished, every page of scripture will be burned, and every missionary will be expelled."
Simon said humbly.
silence……
"According to the contract, the operation of the Star Law will be abolished in the Blackwater Kingdom, the Stranger Lighthouse in Thorn City and the Serpent Lighthouse in Blacklight City will be shut down, and the Moon Realm magic based on the three goddesses will be open to everyone to spread the gospel of the goddess."
Still quiet...
"According to the contract, I will offer a sacrifice to each master."
Simon, who was kneeling on the ground, finally said.
This time, there was movement in the night sky.
The first voice to be heard was that of the Whispering Queen Beatrice.
+A Sword+
The pitch-black knight sword "Judgment IV" that fell on the side of Kaas's throne was pulled by several spider silks and made a sound.
Then came the voice of the Nightmare Lord.
+A Soul Fragment+
The huge sarcophagus surrounded by seven concentric circles in the center of the tomb suddenly cracked with a "click", and a mist spread in, and then a black crow feather emerged from it.
Finally, here is Ms. Hungry’s answer.
+A seed+
The rotten vines also climbed up the sarcophagus and stretched into the cracks, rolling out a pure white seed.
Seeing this, Simon finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it is unclear what their purpose is in wanting these things, fortunately they did not ask for any higher price.
Before he could say thank you, a sudden loud roar from Cas not far away drew Simon's attention.
The man who looked crazy was now twisting his arms bit by bit, just to free one hand from the restraints.
But does it make sense to do this?
What if he was not restrained at all at this moment?
Thinking of this, Simon looked at Cass with a hint of pity in his eyes.
To be honest, he didn't hate this man whose fate he had always controlled. On the contrary, he admired his courage and tenacity.
If he had been a little more selfish, a little more cowardly, or a little more hesitant in some decisions, I'm afraid this plan would not have gone so smoothly.
In that case, I would need to spend more time and effort to get to this point.
But alas, Cass is a true warrior.
Simon even sometimes felt that if the other party's background had not destined him to become a sacrifice in this king-bandit ceremony, perhaps this straightforward swordsman would be a subordinate worthy of his recruitment and cultivation.
What a pity…
So when Cass used his broken hand to tremble and pinch out a demon-sealing rune from his pocket, Simon just showed a regretful expression and did not take any measures to stop him.
It's really pitiful. Even in this situation, you still have to struggle in vain.
Simon thought.
What kind of waves can a demon-sealing rune, which is only big enough to seal a seventh-level spell at most, cause in the present moment?
The nightmare maid at the side also stood there and watched with interest, with no intention of stopping it.
Because his broken hand didn't have the strength to crush it, Cass put the Demon-Sealing Rune directly into his mouth and chewed it hard.
Intense lightning burst out from his mouth, and then directly penetrated the blocking fog, opening up a distorted space formed by a tangled tangle of lightning about three meters in front of him.
Space beacon?
Simon looked at the distorted space in confusion.
He originally thought it would be an offensive spell, but it turned out to be just an auxiliary spell that illuminated the teleportation coordinates.
But what can this do?
At the same time, on the other side, the sword, feather and seed, the three things as the reward for the contract, were being led by the three Void Kings, gradually approaching the night sky projected on the dome of the tomb.
But at the moment when the distorted space appeared, they stopped their movements at the same time.
The three Void Kings' gazes suddenly turned there.
The distorted space exploded, and hissing lightning splashed everywhere like a snake. The impact of the space breaking apart raised a cloud of dust.
When the dust settled, a man with gray hair, silver eyes, and a slightly weathered face appeared there.
He was wearing bone armor that was twisted like flames, with countless rune totems engraved on it. Ice-blue and blood-red light flowed on it and finally converged on a fist-sized black crystal in the center of the armor.
In his hand he held a staff made of pure ice, with a blood-red magic orb embedded on the top.
As soon as this person stood still, he neither looked at Cass who was using the magic-sealing rune to place the teleportation beacon, nor paid attention to the nightmare maid standing next to him, nor did he even glance at Simon Walder who had already taken control of the power of the god of death not far away.
"I didn't expect to run into an old acquaintance as soon as I arrived."
William Kane looked up at the three Void Kings in the night sky and said with great emotion.
The next moment, except for William, the voices of the three Void Kings echoed in the minds of everyone present.
It was no longer the high-handed, emotionless and calm voice as before, as if looking down on ants.
Rather, it was a voice filled with a mixture of hatred, confusion, anger and other intense emotions.
Two words.
They only said two words.
Or rather, a title.
In the Moon Realm, many powerful and ancient Moon Realm monsters, including the Void King, were unwilling to mention that man's name directly.
And when they are talking about certain topics that cannot avoid that person, they will use this title to refer to him.
+Disaster+
