Chapter 200 The Great Celestial Lord and the Legend of the God-Slayer

Three months later, Romania, the ruins of a castle.

According to locals, thousands of years ago, this Brown Castle was the residence of the local lord.

It was built with extreme luxury, with the ground paved with gold and jade and decorated with precious stones.

Unfortunately, after the changes in history and wars, there are no lords anymore.

This ancient castle has collapsed many years ago due to disrepair.

The truly valuable items had long been looted by groups of explorers, and even small pieces of wall bricks were pried away by local residents to build pig pens or other things.

Today, all that remains are some damaged ruins and some foundations buried deep underground.

The historical heritage of this world is too clear.

Given that a large number of cultural relics from tens of thousands of years ago have been preserved, a noble castle from thousands of years ago is not worth the local government's effort to maintain.

It’s gone, it’s gone. It doesn’t matter.

Despite such a lack of protection, some tomb robbers still occasionally come to try their luck today.

Like now.

A group of lucky guys somehow opened a passage leading to the bottom of the castle and successfully entered the underground palace that no tomb robbers had been able to enter for thousands of years.

Oh. Maybe we should call them adventurers here!

Or a Hollywood-featured archaeologist.

A group of despicable guys who robbed graves under the guise of archaeology have even led many ignorant teenagers to have the outrageous idea that "archaeology is official tomb robbing."

It is simply an insult and trampling on the word "archaeology"!

Deep in the underground tunnel, in a space with a structure very similar to a tomb, the lights are dim.

Even the best miner's headlamp doesn't shine here.

The area around here is filled with glittering gold, silver, treasures, dazzling gems, aged wines, and even some silks and satins that have decayed due to exposure to air.

On the high platform in the center, a huge black coffin was placed there neatly, just like it was thousands of years ago.

The coffin had no decorations except for a gold relief carved on the lid, which looked like a nun with her hands folded.

The leader of the tomb robbers carefully climbed the stairs and checked whether there were any defensive mechanisms around the coffin.

After confirming that everything was correct, he ordered his men to scatter and carry as many expensive gold items as possible.

A guy holding a candle shouted excitedly, "Brother, we're really in! We're really in! The legend of the treasure in the catacombs is actually true! There's so much treasure! We're going to make a fortune!"

The tomb robber leader turned around and glared at the guy, saying unhappily, "Shut up! The most taboo thing in our line of work is popping champagne at halftime. Do you want to kill us all?"

If this guy wasn't his younger brother, he sometimes really wanted to kill this chatterbox and jumpy guy with a knife!

The man holding the candle froze for a moment, then smiled awkwardly, "Brother, I didn't mean that. And you don't really believe the legend those ignorant villagers told you, do you? Even true transcendents can't be resurrected from the dead, so there's no such thing as an immortal lord or a thousand-year curse."

"Boss, I found a strange stone!"

At this moment, a bald strong man suddenly took out a polygonal object the size of a ping-pong ball, flashing with green light, from a golden cup.

It looks like jade, but it's not exactly the same.

The tomb robber leader was delighted and quickly walked over to grab the stone in his palm, looking at it over and over again, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise wildly.

"Boss, this is..."

"Spirit Stone, this is the legendary priceless Spirit Stone! Hurry, look for it again! Try your best to find it!"

Before he finished speaking, all the tomb robbers were instantly ecstatic.

Their faces were filled with crazy smiles and their hearts were pounding.

The vibration was so strong that it almost shook the heart out of the chest!

“Bang, bang.”

“Bang, bang.”

“Bang!”

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

In this ecstatic atmosphere, the sound of the heartbeat became louder and louder, and the vibration became stronger and stronger.

Just when all the tomb robbers were frantically filling sacks with gold, the leader of the tomb robbers suddenly felt something was wrong.

Wait a minute, my heartbeat is so loud? So intense?

No, that's not right!

This is not the sound of my own heartbeat!

His expression changed instantly, and he subconsciously turned around to look at the black coffin.

When no one noticed, the golden relief of "Nun" on the coffin lid suddenly emitted a blood-stained golden light.

There is a mixture of filth and blood in the sacredness, which makes people feel chilled.

In an instant, the temperature in the entire tomb changed drastically.

The cold current and the hot current intertwined out of nowhere, forcing all the fanatical tomb robbers to stop and stare blankly at the coffin that was moving strangely.

"Heartbeat."

Cold sweat oozed from everyone's forehead.

I don't know who swallowed.

The gurgling sound was so obvious in the silent tomb where you could hear a pin drop.

"The legend is true! The undead lord has been resurrected!"

The tomb robber leader's brother suddenly said this, and ran out like a fly, carrying the sack full of gold objects on his back.

"Run! Run! The thousand-year curse is coming to kill us!"

This action seemed to break the last string in the hearts of the tomb robbers present, instantly causing a scene like a camp roar.

Countless tomb robbers rushed towards the passage leading out.

The tunnel they dug could only allow one person to pass through at a time, so whoever fell behind would have a greater chance of dying.

At this moment, all brotherhood was thrown behind their minds and they rushed out in a rush.

In order to grab a higher ranking, they used all possible means, even pulling out guns and shooting at anyone who ran faster. Even the leader's scolding was of no use.

They are all tomb robbers, what's the moral code of the underworld?

This sudden escape quickly turned into a chaotic battle.

In just a few tens of seconds, all the tomb robbers, including the leader's younger brother who rushed out first, were shot dead and remained in the tunnel forever.

The next moment, a strange suction force came.

The still warm bodies of these tomb robbers weathered into mummies at an extremely fast speed.

The essence of blood and flesh was extracted and floated into the black coffin in the center of the tomb, dyeing the golden relief of the nun blood-red.

“Click.”

With a crisp sound of the lock being unlocked, the heavy coffin lid popped open by itself.

One of them was revealed to be a handsome man with a pale face and dressed in a tuxedo.

On his left chest, an artificial heart with a mechanical texture was glowing with a faint blue light, and was continuously pumping freshly purified blood into all parts of his body, making his somewhat shriveled body full again.

Obviously, this is a very standard vampire.

It fits the stereotype of people's imagination very well, and is full of the labels of the vampire race.

"I didn't expect this artificial heart could actually help me sleep for a full thousand years, tsk."

The handsome vampire opened his eyes and sat up in the coffin, just like everyone would do when they got up, to slightly relieve the chaos and dullness in his mind.

Just as he woke up from a nap, a piece of information suddenly flowed into his mind.

"Hmm? It was the Great Celestial Venerable who woke me up? A powerful enemy is trying to sabotage the Great Celestial Venerable's plans? They need me to go."

Before he finished speaking, a flash of alarm suddenly crossed the vampire's mind. He flipped over and stood firmly in the air, with a pair of broken bat wings stretching and flapping behind him.

"Eastern cultivators? Who are you? Why did you intrude into my retreat without permission? Don't you know that this is extremely rude?"

The vampire looked a little annoyed.

I just woke up, how come a stranger broke in?

What the hell are those descendants out there?! Where have all my blood descendants and blood servants gone?

How come my castle and manor are in ruins!

Why did these lowly serfs and blood slaves make my clean and tidy garden so filthy?

Looking at the vampire who was shaking with anger in the air, Lord Destiny couldn't help but frown.

"Tyrannosaurus, what is this little bat demon mumbling about?"

During these three months, the duo of Lord Fate and Lu Wenwu plowed through almost the entire Western Continent and killed countless followers of the Great Celestial Lord.

The two comrades-in-arms have become completely familiar with each other.

However, the Lord of Destiny still looked down on Westerners as always, and was too disdainful to learn their language or use his immortal soul to perceive them.

Maybe this is the new era of mental cleanliness.

Lu Wenwu glanced at the vampire and said, "Times have changed. He found that those who were previously oppressed by him have stood up. This grandson is so angry that he is cursing his mother."

"Barbarians are barbarians. Even if they wear luxurious clothes and dress themselves up like human beings, they still cannot change the barbarism in their bones." The Lord of Destiny played steadily.

Lu Wenwu shrugged.

Without any further ado, he raised his hand and punched out.

The vampire didn't even understand what was happening before he exploded in the air into a cloud of blood mist.

The vampire's innate ability is completely ineffective in the face of Lu Wenwu's absolutely violent attack.

Oh. It’s not that it has no effect at all.

It transformed into a blood mist bat and tried to fly away.

But Maomao blew a puff of fire from below.

Under the burning of the strange divine fire, it only let out a scream and completely disappeared from this world.

Even a vampire duke with heavenly cultivation was still a piece of shit in front of Lu Wenwu who could be dealt with with just a wave of his hand.

Or to be more precise, it can't even beat Maomao at full power.

Will burn to death easily.

Although Maomao's combat power is strong among the player group, it is not too strong. That is, he can rely on the bonus of racial value to fight at a lower level.

But if placed in this world, he would be a near-god-level monster who could walk sideways in the world without any problem.

When the vampire was completely destroyed, Lord Fate looked at Lu Wenwu in surprise and asked, "You're not going to capture him alive this time?"

"That's not necessary. This vampire is no serious person."

Lu Wenwu walked forward, sealed the coffin, and put it away in Lingtian’s storage warehouse.

At the same time, a brown book that looked extremely ancient appeared in his hand.

"Yes, it's a diary. Who's a decent person who writes a diary?"

"Let's go back to the top of Lingtian Mountain quickly."

The Lord of Destiny finally smiled slightly and rubbed his hands excitedly.

He could feel the restlessness of the power of fate, as if urging him to read the diary quickly.

Over the past three months, he and Lu Wenwu had formed a team to capture and kill countless followers of the Great Heavenly Venerable in this land.

At least two hundred statues of various kinds were seized, all of which were of the Great Heavenly Venerable.

As time went by, they killed faster and faster, and the cultivation of these believers also increased with their killing.

Now, the vampire that was just killed has reached the middle stage of the heavenly rank and is only one step away from the late stage.

It only took three months for the Lord of Destiny to go from being very confident to being numb.

He was very worried that if he and Lu Wenwu continued to investigate, they would actually find a bunch of near-godlike monsters and Western gods, which would be bad.

It’s not that I’m worried about losing.

The Eastern Immortal Realm is not a pushover either, and the chances of victory or defeat for both sides are fifty-fifty.

But if even God has fallen, how broken must this world be?

Just yesterday, the Emperor of Heaven contacted the Lord of Destiny through oracle.

An immortal has gone missing, his immortal soul lamp has gone out, and it is basically confirmed that he has died.

Originally, this should be a very normal thing.

When something goes wrong in cultivation, one has to explore some secret places left behind by ancient immortals and gods. Although the death of immortals and gods is rare, it does happen.

However, when the immortal died, one of the guiding principles of the power of destiny also disappeared.

Now the Lord of Destiny is extremely worried.

If it was really done by the Western God King, using the law of his own resonance to obscure the exploration of the destiny, this can barely be considered a good thing.

If it wasn't the work of the Western God King, but the legendary ancient immortal god resurrected.

That would be a serious matter.

Therefore, the True Lord of Destiny was eager to obtain all the information about the Great Heavenly Venerable, even if it was just a little bit.

At the top of Lingshan Cave, the two quickly finished reading the vampire's diary.

Perhaps out of narcissism, this guy's diary is extremely detailed.

He recorded everything from the time he became Grand Duke until he fell asleep, no matter how big or small.

This includes how he met the Great Heavenly Venerable and the process of his conversation with the Great Heavenly Venerable.

When his cultivation reached the Heavenly Stage, he had begun to gradually break away from the identity of a chess piece and became the helper of the Great Celestial Venerable.

Therefore, this vampire even saw the Great Lord with his own eyes and gained great benefits.

It was precisely these benefits that allowed him to advance to the middle stage of the Heavenly Realm, with the potential to reach the Near God Level.

These records made the Lord of Destiny gasp.

Because this record mentioned the Great Heavenly Venerable's former identity.

God-killer.

(End of this chapter)