"It's missing a weapon, a fake weapon..."
Chabakunka said this, and then he waved his hand while muttering something. Several glowing spiritual circles appeared out of thin air around him, and countless undead souls gushed out from those circles, circling in the air and howling. There were suddenly hundreds of souls of all kinds on the scene.
Ignoring the unhappy sounds made by the souls around him, Chabakunka waved his hand again, and all of a sudden, the cries of all the floating souls turned into screams of fear. These souls that were originally floating in the air seemed to be pulled by some invisible force and were sucked towards one place.
In pain, these souls were twisted and stretched, pulled into thin lines by invisible forces, and these lines intertwined with each other, quickly forming a long translucent scroll, which appeared in front of Chabakunka. Chabakunka glanced at the scroll and waved his hand again, throwing the scroll of soul to the empty seat on the altar, and then the scroll slowly floated above the empty seat and unfolded.
Then, Chabakunka opened his hands, looked at the scroll in front of him, and chanted loudly. Using the false things created by hundreds of souls, Chabakunka began the sacrificial ceremony. As his chanting continued to echo in the empty underground palace, one of the six bronze lamps in front of the altar began to light up out of thin air.
As the ceremony progresses, these bronze lamps will light up one by one. When all the lights are lit, the sacrificial ceremony will be completed and the stone door of the bedroom will open.
In this way, in the deserted underground palace of Chabakunka, the Baruch Dynasty sacrificial ceremony that had not been held for many years was carried out. As this long ceremony gradually came to an end, more and more copper lamps in front of the altar lit up. When the fifth copper lamp was lit, a pair of eyes in the dark had already stared at Chabakunka who was holding the ceremony.
In the dome part of the underground palace, on a beam somewhere between the towering stone pillars, a female figure in tight black clothes and a veil on her face is lurking here.
Nefernis, who had just entered the underground palace, lurked quietly in the dark, spying on the ritual scene below. Dorothy could also see the scene below through Nefernis's gaze.
"This guy... is the one who is performing the royal sacrificial ritual of Baruch! How did he perform this ritual without the sacrificial book? What is that spiritual scroll on the altar? Who is this weird guy? Where is the Morn in the coffin? Where is he?"
Outside the underground palace, on the cliff on the other side of the desolate Dead Eagle Valley, Dorothy in a long robe was hiding behind the withered bushes, staring at the entrance of the mausoleum that was blown open by explosives at the bottom of the valley in the distance. At this time, she was watching Nefernis and the corpse dolls who had already sneaked into the mausoleum, observing the situation inside the mausoleum. The situation inside made Dorothy, who had just arrived, feel a little puzzled.
With the help of the electromagnetic flying carpet, Dorothy crossed the vast undead warning zone at an extremely fast speed, covering a distance of more than thirty miles and quickly rushed to the Dead Eagle Valley behind the city of Karnak, where Rahman's undead mausoleum was located. When she arrived here, Dorothy immediately hid herself and then sent out the corpse dolls to investigate the interior of the mausoleum.
Since the flying speed of Dorothy's electromagnetic flying carpet was much higher than that of all her bird dolls, Dorothy could not send the bird dolls to conduct forward reconnaissance while flying on the electromagnetic flying carpet. She had to arrive at the Dead Eagle Valley alone and then send the dolls into the mausoleum for reconnaissance. This meant that Dorothy did not know what had happened in the underground palace of the mausoleum before.
When Dorothy entered the mausoleum in miniature, she saw a completely unfamiliar old man with gray-brown skin performing a sacrificial ceremony for Baruch, which was almost finished. The savior Pishhab and Morn of the coffin that Dorothy had expected did not appear in the underground palace, and the Lamp of Hell that she had been thinking about was nowhere to be found. This scene made Dorothy very confused.
However, despite her doubts, Dorothy thought about interrupting the old man in front of her when she saw that he was about to complete the sacrificial ceremony. Although Dorothy didn't know him, he not only had shadow protection on him, but was also wearing the same clothes as Moren. He could control the spirit scroll, so he must be related to the Order of the Underworld. For a cult like the Underworld, no matter what rituals they were performing or what they were planning to do, they could just be interrupted.
After making up her mind, Dorothy began to send more corpses to sneak in with Neveu, intending to give the old man a big blow. However, when all the corpses and Neveu were in place and ready to take action at any time, Dorothy felt a little hesitant.
"This old man... I have almost no information about him. Would it be too rash to act directly? What if something goes wrong? All the undead on the front battlefield lost control and fled in all directions... Could it be related to this old man? But if I don't act, his ritual will be completed soon. If I don't act, I will have no chance..."
Facing the mysterious old man, Dorothy, who didn't like to use the unknown stick, suddenly became hesitant and didn't take action immediately. At this moment, Dorothy saw a scene outside the Dead Eagle Valley, which made her decide to be patient for a while.
At this time, outside the underground palace, in the Dead Eagle Valley, a group of people were walking quickly under the scorching sun. Shihab, the highest commander of the Karnak Savior faction, had a sullen face and led dozens of his soldiers towards the underground palace angrily, going through the blown-open gate all the way to the hall deep in the underground palace.
At the front of the team, Shihab looked at the figure with his back to him in the underground palace, and looked at the familiar clothes. He walked and cursed angrily.
"Dead people in the coffin! What do you mean? My people are fighting desperately on the front line, waiting for your undead to support them! How come everything is out of control now? Are you kidding me?"
While cursing, Shihab led his men into the underground palace hall, but Chabakunka turned a deaf ear to Shihab's curses and continued with the ceremony. At this time, five lamps in front of the altar had been lit.
"Fuck you, talk to me! You dead man in the coffin! Your undead spirits are out of control and attacking my soldiers! What do you want to do? Answer me! Otherwise, I will chop off one of your limbs, stuff it with cow dung and sew it into a horse's belly!"
Seeing that the person in front of him did not respond, Shihab continued to yell and curse, his words becoming more and more dirty, and all kinds of "elegant and easy-going" sentences came out of his mouth. At this time, Chabakunka's body paused slightly, and the atmosphere around him began to sink suddenly.
"You lowly thing that God has forever despised, may your whole family drown in camel urine. Is your mouth sewn shut? Do you want me to rip it a little bigger? You...hmm..."
Suddenly, Chabakunka, who was performing a ceremony, stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked at Shihab, who was still some distance away from him. When Shihab saw the gloomy and unfamiliar face in front of him, he could not help but stand there in a daze, wondering where Morn had gone.
And just as Shihab was puzzled, the gloomy Chabakunka slowly spoke.
"Noisy."
As soon as he finished speaking, in front of Chabakunka, it seemed as if an invisible brush had been used to draw a huge ground pattern, and a powerful spiritual wave of "silence" spread out from it. On the beam, the soul whiskers attached to Nephthys suddenly exploded, causing Nephthys to do a cat-like action.
When Nephnis was astonished, she felt a familiar breath coming from the painting on the ground.
"This is... the Spirit of the Wilderness!"
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