Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 348 The Principle of the Ring
Many times, our perception of the world is full of prejudices.

For example, the reason why the magic world of the modern Haven Continent rejects taboo magic is that apart from the fact that these magic factions are harmful to nature, go against public order and good customs, and challenge orthodox beliefs, there is another equally important reason:

Many researchers believe that practicing forbidden magic will distort the personality of a magician!
Can practicing a certain kind of magic affect a person's character?This seemingly absurd theory has been supported by many magic masters——

Sigmund, the ancestor of spiritual magic, proposed in his shocking book "Spiritual Analysis of Magic" that magicians who practice forbidden magic will become more cruel, selfish and evil under the influence of the magic power of forbidden elements .

The tragedy is that Master Sigmund, who developed a branch of spiritual magic from wind magic by himself, fell into madness for unknown reasons in his later years. Viewpoint, identifying psychic magic as forbidden magic with the potential to affect the mind...

Leaving aside Master Sigmund, who is self-confessed, to be honest, necromancy and other taboo magics have had a bad reputation on the mainland over the years:
The slightly famous necromancers in history were either the humanitarian disasters that killed the wilderness and restored the city, or the fly dogs who dug graves and stole corpses to destroy the undead, so that the necromancer magic sect basically belonged to all Shooting will kill innocent people by mistake, but shooting every other area will definitely slip through the net.

However, Xia Houyan, who is supremely pragmatic, has always been too lazy to pay attention to, "practicing taboo magic will make people perverted", this kind of extremely inferior intentional smear:

After all, the sages of the earth have taught us long ago that it doesn’t matter if the cat is black or white, as long as it catches the mouse, it is a good cat: a magic, regardless of the elements of the attributes used, as long as it is conducive to the development of the territory’s productivity and the overall strength of the territory , is conducive to improving the living standards of the citizens, how can there be any taboos?

What's more, he has used necromancy so many times, and he hasn't seen any bad influence or done many immoral things?
But having said that, at this moment, when Bartholomew de Hashi's blood-red magic circle was fixed on the cold floor of the tower in Rock Creek City, Xia Houyan suddenly had doubts again:

Since crossing over, these necromancers he met on Haven Continent...

...It seems that there are really no normal people? !
The patriarch of necromancy, Simon Adrian is a narcissistic licking dog, of course, Ander Spencer is a pure cerebral palsy in a cocoon - even someone who has learned a little bit of necromancy , the old butler of Igor's mansion in the imperial capital, is also a ram who hides in a hole in the ground and summons ghosts to revive.

——But anyone who has something to do with necromancer magic really doesn't have anything to do with normal people!

And the "black priest" Bartholomew de Hashi in front of him is obviously a bright and wonderful flower among the necromancers.

The team members who were KO'd by Bartholomew de Hash and knocked down to the ground were already ready to be slaughtered by the neck and sent to the list of martyrs in the southern part of the empire by a blood blade;

But they never expected that the black priest might have been alone on the tower for too long, and his heart was full of irresistible desire to express:

After summoning two blood knives and lightly eliminating Masters Ramos and Buckingham, Bartholomew de Hash was not in a hurry to deal with the remaining hapless ones;
On the contrary, Xia Houyan and his horsemen watched Bartholomew de Hashi lifting his black cloak like the most flamboyant theater actor in a foolish way, and said with great interest:

"Then, everyone, let us invite the other two audience members of tonight's scripture besides you!"

As he spoke, Bartholomew de Hashi stretched out his arms, raising his pale cheeks full of happiness, and the scarlet magic circle under his feet suddenly burst into blood.

The members of the "Rainbow Six" team who were locked on the ground were stupefied at first, and then they noticed in horror that, amidst the dazzling curtain of blood, two stone pillars were coming from behind Bartholomew de Hashi. Rising slowly, the posture is rather indecent;
What surprised them even more was that two people were actually tied with silver-white chains to these two pillars that did not exist before!
One of them was a young man with terrified eyes, but his mouth was sealed by a rune cloth strip, and the other was a skinny old man who was motionless and decrepit, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Before Xia Houyan and Shuangfengling Ma Zai said anything, the southern players in the team had already shouted:

"The Grand Duke of Houston?!"

"Exactly! This is our beloved, His Excellency the Grand Duke of Houston!" Bartholomew de Hashi pointed to the sleeping old man tied to the pillar, and then gestured to the young guy struggling helplessly in the chain, The host was as enthusiastic as if he was introducing guests to "The Voice of the South", "Everyone, and this lovely young man, dear Mr. John Summerning!"

It doesn't matter who John Summernen was, but it's pretty clear who the "Duke of Houston" was.

"Black Priest!!!" A Southern Rose Knight raised his head immediately, and roared hoarsely, the veins on his forehead were exposed because they were restrained by the blood-red magic circle and couldn't move, "What did you do to the Grand Duke?!!!"

"Me? I didn't do anything to Lord Houston... old people, like to sleep, nothing..."

——Bartholomew de Hashi chuckled and reached out to pat the hairy crown of the Archduke of Houston.

Xia Houyan at the side squinted his eyes and looked at the old man tied to the pillar, the "Duke of Houston" he saw for the first time in his life.

In the past days, he had imagined countless times the scene of meeting the Duke of Houston, the bastard who was always against Frost Maple Ridge;

But he never expected that when he faced the enemy for the first time, both of them lost their freedom. One was fixed on the ground by a magic circle, the other was tied to a pillar by chains, and a mysterious man in black robe from the Thin Burial Sect, on the contrary Became the master of this scene.

It's really frustrating.Xia Houyan thought, in Dongbingku, the writer who wrote such a plot of cerebral palsy would be hanged.

"President Southern Military Affairs" was still lying on the ground, thinking wildly, while "Black Priest" Bartholomew de Hashi smiled and said:
"These two gentlemen have made outstanding contributions to tonight's ceremony-the Duke of Houston, out of fear of that so-called "Frost Maple Ridge" in the south, specially sent me, Ander Spencer's teacher, From the north, I was invited to sit in Rock Creek City, which gave me the space and power needed to arrange the ceremony... and this Mr. John Summeren has made great contributions. The information he provided has helped me complete the task under your feet. The magic circle, supplemented the key information..."

As Bartholomew de Hashi said, he stretched out his foot and kicked the magic lines of the blood-red magic circle, and continued to smile up to the sky:
"Everyone, I have to say that you came at the right time... In order to reward the contributions of these two gentlemen, I originally planned to treat them as ritual sacrifices, contributions and sacrifices, but this will inevitably lead to the greatest magic history in this empire. The ceremony can only be witnessed by myself... And everyone, my dear gentlemen—you! You will be the best spectators of this great ceremony! Death must have sent you here to witness my immortal feats! "

When the members of "Rainbow Six" heard this, they sighed in their hearts:
How come Lao Tzu, the first hero, is about to die at the hands of a mental patient? !

Master Victor Laurie asked tremblingly:
"Then, Master Bartholomew de Hashi—what is the ritual you speak of?"

The situation was so tense, yet Master Laurie could still calmly ask questions to the black priest who ruled over everyone's lives. This kind of flattering spirit, which was unswerving until death and blood-stained, immediately attracted the admiration of all the team members;

In fact, in Master Laurie's heart, the abacus has already been clattering:

This "black priest" obviously has too much desire to perform. If he can really lure Ya to say a few more words, his group can live a little longer, right?

One more second of life is one more hope of winning life!

——Then, Master Laurie's plan to delay really fucking succeeded.

Seeing that someone cared about his "ceremony", Bartholomew de Hashi was overjoyed immediately, and his eyes were filled with appreciation for Master Laurie. Picked up and bowed to the portrait of Yu Boya Zhong Ziqi.

The black priest first imitated Cao Gong of Huarong Road and laughed three times, and then said enthusiastically:
"In this case, let me explain to you, what a great scene you are going to witness tonight! I see that there are many magicians present... I believe that when you were in the academy city, you also took courses in the history of magic, learned Have you been to the earth-shattering 'Battle of the Gods'?"

The magicians present had no choice but to nod, only a certain scum in the magic world who had skipped countless classes was stunned.

The black priest smiled mysteriously and said:
"Then I believe you also remember that at the end of the 'Battle of the Gods', the Supreme Holy Spirit cut off the body of your so-called 'evil three pillar gods' of death, plague and famine, and sealed them deep in the depths of Haven Continent... …Since then, the God of Death, God of Plague, and God of Famine have never had a godhead in this world…”

"Wait...wait!" Master Laurie trembled, "Isn't 'Clash of the Gods' a legend? Something like 'Sealing the God of Death'..."

"It's true." Bartholomew de Hashi's voice was suddenly terribly serious, "At the beginning, the revival of our line of necromancy, the great Master Simon Adrian, was sealed The whispered call of the god of death, and thus picked up the long-lost death technique... Although the current necromancers and the thin burial sect have forgotten it, from that moment on, we have shouldered an eternal mission—"

Bartholomew de Hashi took a deep breath, and roared fervently in the sudden red light:

"——We want to break the shackles and dissolve the seal, and we want to resurrect the supreme master of death!"

The members of the Rainbow Squad became more and more convinced that this guy's mind was probably really gone.

Only Xia Houyan frowned invisibly.

After the red light of the atmosphere group dissipated, Bartholomew de Hashi smacked his lips and said with a smile:
"Everyone, the remnant of the great god of death was divided into three parts by your poor and despicable supreme holy god, and buried in different corners of the continent... I have been searching for him almost all my long and short life. The bones of the Eternal Lord... and my loyalty and pursuit have finally been...rewarded."

Bartholomew de Hashi stretched out his hand, twirled in a circle intoxicated, and said with a long laugh:

"Here! Here! Right here! My dear Lord Reaper, a part of your body is indeed hidden under this rock creek castle! Thank you! Thank you for your guidance! Thank you, Ender! Thank you, Duke of Houston !"

The magic power of the blood-red magic circle can't restrain the surprise of all the team members:
"A part of Death's body is buried under Yanxi City"?
This matter is too unreal, too absurd, and it is probably the most unreliable rumor among the troubadours in the streets and alleys;

However, the tone of the senior necromancer in front of him, the "Black Priest" Bartholomew de Hash, was so fanatical, so determined, and so convincing!
"Death, god of death, is, under the castle?!" Master Laurie stammered.

"To be precise, it's just a part of the master...but that's enough!" Bartholomew de Hashi laughed loudly, "Even if it's just a part of the master's great body, it's enough to make the shadow of death shroud this world again." A land! Ladies and gentlemen, today you will witness the ceremony of my resummoning Lord Death—you will witness with your own eyes how a corner of the great Death God will wake up from the shameful sleep, and then report to your despicable Holy Spirit With vengeful fury! And these two, my Grand Duke of Houston, my Mr. John Summernen, you will give your lives to reshape the body of the re-emerged master and give him a vessel for his walk on the earth. !"

"Uh..." Master Laurie pondered over and over again, and finally said weakly, "Honorable Black Priest...you are just a mortal, how can you resurrect a...uh...'God'?"

The other bound southern magicians also looked at Bartholomew de Hashi with distrust.

There is no other reason - "The power of mortals cannot reach the realm of gods", this is a law of magic that is useless in reality, but everyone has memorized it when they first entered the academy;

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if Bartholomew de Hashi's brain is normal, the legend of "Battle of the Gods" is indeed reliable, and he really found the corpse of the god of death underground in Rock Creek City. part of...

...But the god of death was defeated and sealed by the majestic Supreme Holy God, what the hell are you, a high-level necromantic magician, doing to join in the fun?

And Bartholomew de Hashi seems to have expected this question.

I saw him laugh three times first, and then said loudly:

"That's right! I, Bartholomew de Hash, the No. 40 generation disciple of the 'Odd Spirit Art' school, the 'Black Priest', the humble servant of the Lord of Death... I am indeed just a mortal body. I, It’s true that I can’t break the stupid seal of the Supreme Holy Spirit—but everyone, my job is not to resurrect, but to deliver babies!”

Master Laurie was dumbfounded:
"Pick... give birth?"

"Yes! Deliver!" laughed Bartholomew de Hash. "Delivery! For the prophesied 'second coming of death' has come, and my master has awakened—what he needs is nothing more than It was my humble ritual that allowed him to wake up from his slumber and return to the world!"

"Wait! What do you mean—the god of death has actually broken through the seal by himself and is close to awakening? And your ceremony is to kick in the door!"

"That's what it means! That's what it means! That's right! Lord Death God has woken up and officially delivered him to the world. This will be my immortal feat!" the black priest laughed wildly.

For a while, the members of the "Rainbow Six" team were a little confused.

——It's not because the black priest's wild words are too outrageous, but because the one who asked the question just now was not Master Laurie, who has always been a fan, but...

...the Lord of Frost Maple Ridge who remained silent for a long time.

Regardless of everyone's astonishment, Xia Houyan hurriedly asked:

"So—you say that Death has awakened by himself... Is there any proof?"

Bartholomew de Hashi replied intoxicated:

"The evidence is that more than a year ago, in September of the 93rd year of the Imperial Calendar, my 'Eye of Death' detected an obscure, concealed but extremely huge wave of necromantic energy... That wave, ah, How beautiful, only the gods, only the awakening of the real god of death, can bring such a vast and gorgeous waveform..."

Xia Houyan stared at Bartholomew de Hashi for a long time, then blinked.

"Mr. Black Priest, I agree with your point of view." The lord of Frost Maple Ridge said seriously.

(End of this chapter)