Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 349 When the human comedian shines

The Duke of Houston, who was firmly chained to the pillar, still closed his eyes tightly, his head drooping bit by bit, sleeping like a dead pig;
The young "Mr. John Sumning" was still struggling in vain on the pillar, but after being slapped by the black priest, he completely calmed down.

As for the black priest Bartholomew de Hashi himself, Shi Shiran walked to the center of the blood-red magic circle, stretched his arms towards the sky, and chanted an extremely long and obscure ancient magic spell;
Under his feet, a group of unlucky people in the southern region were still unable to move under the restraint of the magic circle, and could only watch helplessly as the black priest cast a spell.

Just now, Bartholomew de Hashi had promised the team members very kindly, claiming that he would not kill them immediately, but would leave them to witness the "great coming of death" together:
However, Bartholomew de Hashi also pointed out with a cruel smile that the coming of the god of death will turn the entire city of Rock Creek into a dead land, and they are the unlucky people who are closest to the magic circle, which is the place where the gods descended. Eggs will undoubtedly become the first batch of victims after the god of death reappears in the world.

Hearing this, the elites sent by the southern territories were still a little dizzy:
They originally planned to sneak into the castle of Rock Creek City to arrest the Grand Duke, but why were they bound to the ground in an instant, and they were about to die? !
——This huge psychological gap has definitely exceeded their psychological tolerance.

As for the "death" and "advent" in the black priest's mouth, they don't have any leeway to think: Seeing that people are going to disappear, whether they died at the hands of the "death" or were they killed by a high-level magician? The lunatic hacked to death with a blood blade, and there seemed to be no difference at this moment.

While Bartholomew de Hashi was concentrating on reciting the spell, these southern elites were trying their best to grab the last straw—the few magicians who were not dead, together with Master Laurie, With the lowest volume possible, he chanted an ancient spell that Xia Houyan had never learned in the academy city, trying to find a way to break the invisible shackles of the strange magic circle underground at the last moment of his life:
After all, even though he can't move his hands and feet, he can still sing ancient rune syllables with his mouth!

Unfortunately, however, the mages soon discovered that as Bartholomew de Hashi chanted the spell, the magic lines of the blood-red magic circle suddenly glowed red, and with it came a wave that fixed everyone on the ground. The invisible force on the ground also became stronger, and in an instant, they were all oppressed to the point of having difficulty breathing!

Hopeless despair quickly flooded the faces of the magicians.

They are all knowledgeable magic practitioners, everyone knows everyone. Compared with the light and convenient magic spells, although the layout of the magic array is cumbersome, expensive, and immobile, the biggest advantage is that it can be drawn through the magic lines. , increasing the magician's magic power output efficiency by several orders of magnitude——

——This blood-red magic circle was personally arranged by Bartholomew de Hashi, a senior magister. If it really makes it easy for a few junior magisters who have fallen into the trap to break free from the cage, then he will not be in the magic world. !
But what surprised Master Victor Laurie, who was looking around at a loss, was that, except for the magician who desperately chanted the spell of breaking the formation, the imperial knight who chanted prayers with tears in his eyes and prayed for the blessing of the Supreme Holy Spirit, and tried his best in vain... Apart from the warriors who wanted to break free, among the group of "prisoners" present, only the boss behaved strangely:

Just now, after saying "Mr. Black Priest, I agree with your point of view", the lord fell silent on the ground;

For some unknown reason, Bartholomew de Hashi didn't care too much about this handsome guy, and went to chant the runes and run his "Death Comes" ceremony on his own;
But at this moment, while the black priest is chanting spells ecstatically and all the masters in the southern border are struggling to survive, the young Duke of Frost Maple Ridge is staring at Fa Bartholomew de Hashi in the center of the formation.

What made Master Laurie even more puzzled was that as the binding power of the blood-red magic circle continued to increase, everyone felt more and more pressure on their bodies. Many weak magicians, including Master Laurie himself, They have all been forced to wear masks of pain by the enormous pressure;
But his physical fitness can only be regarded as an ordinary Xiahou official, but at this moment, his face is expressionless and calm, as if he doesn't feel the pressure from the magic circle below him...

Master Laurie, who was puzzled, followed the gaze of the lord, and looked at the black priest Bartholomew de Hashi in the center of the circle.

Five minutes had passed since the black priest began to chant the spell.

This mysterious "Death Advent Ceremony" has obviously reached a critical juncture:

Bartholomew de Hashi, whose rune chants became louder and louder, and whose voice was no longer human-like, was flushed by the red light emitted by the magic circle under his feet. His black robe of expensive fabric, And bathed in scarlet foehn;

The Grand Duke of Houston and the strange young man called "Mr. John Sumning" by the black priest, as well as the stone pillars that fixed their bodies, trembled violently under the influence of magical fluctuations that were too powerful to be added;

Master Laurie clearly saw that in Bartholomew de Hashi's mantra chanting, there was a sliver of red energy stripping from the mouth, nose and facial features of the Grand Duke of Houston and John Summernen, After circling in the air for a week, they gathered into strands and poured into the blood-red magic circle at Bartholomew de Hashi's feet.

Master Laurie, who has a lot of research on taboo magic, naturally knows that this wisp of red energy is nothing but the vitality contained in the two people on the stone pillar!
The magic circles used in large-scale magic ceremonies, in addition to requiring high-level magicians to operate and operate them, often also need to consume a huge energy supply;

The magic circle of the main magic system, at most, consumes magic crystals, monster crystals, rare plants, special props and so on. If it is more extravagant, it needs to hire a group of magicians to output magic power continuously, as the magic circle needs to operate. source of energy supply;

But when it comes to the forbidden magic practiced by the black priest, the so-called "energy supply" has more tricks - the shadow magic often consumes some unlucky people's orders, and the blood magic is just like its name. Consume human blood, and Necromancer loves to use the lives of living people as sacrifices.

And Bartholomew de Hashi's claim that the Duke of Houston and John Summerning would be "used as sacrifices" is obviously not joking-obviously, this blood-red circle, and even the entire "death god" The operation of the "Advent Ceremony" is constantly extracting and consuming the vitality in the two people's bodies as a source of energy!
The young and strong John Samonen is alright, he just looks a little sluggish at this time, while the Duke of Houston on the other stone pillar is obviously getting closer and closer to the gate of hell due to the continuous extraction of vitality-the Grand Duke who was still sleeping peacefully At this moment, he has obviously fallen into a coma completely, and his wrinkled skin has quickly become shriveled and pale.

Master Laurie knew very well that when the ceremony ended, the old and the young "sacrifices" would all be turned into mummified corpses by this evil death circle!
And if what Bartholomew de Hashi said is true, then the remaining flesh and blood of these two people will even be used to shape the body of the "death that has come" and make the best use of it...

Although he has done a lot of immoral things in his life, Master Victor Laurie still felt a little sick to his stomach after witnessing such an evil scene—of course, the moral indignation is secondary, the main reason is that the master himself is about to burp Here it is.

But the fact that everyone on the tower had to admit was that Bartholomew de Hashi was unstoppable.

Ever since they recklessly stepped into this tower and the blood-red magic circle carefully arranged by Bartholomew de Hashi, this group of southern elites of the "Rainbow Six" team has no power to resist.

They could only lie helplessly on the cold floor, trying their best to resist the increasingly unbearable pressure of the blood-red devil, hoping to last even a second longer in the wind of life——

—not even a second.

As the ceremony progressed, the pressure from the blood-red magic circle became more and more intense. Finally, one of the oldest old mages couldn't bear the torment. There was a crisp sound of shattering inch by inch, and it seemed that he had already gone to see the Supreme Holy God.

In fact, Master Laurie's own old bones were almost unable to hold on, but just before his eyes darkened and he lost consciousness, he suddenly felt the pressure on his body lighten, as if he had suddenly moved from the court of the school city where he was tried back then. Stepped into the imperial capital brothel.

At the same time, a familiar voice sounded in his mind:

"Don't be afraid, you won't die, the labor contract you signed with the Igor family has not been completed yet!"

Master Laurie really expended all his strength, so he couldn't resist shouting "Messi" out of surprise;
However, the old tears that flowed vertically and horizontally in an instant still exposed the strong emotion that Ya welcomes liberation.

"Mei, Messi...you, you, you are here..." Master Laurie trembled while taking a deep breath of air, "Lord Lord, are you all right..."

"Look at what you said, you guys are here to carry out the mission, can I not escort you? Look, didn't you just run into a ghost tonight!" Messi's magic sound transmission still seemed so glib, "——As for the boss ? Well, let me tell you, he's much more at ease than you!"

Master Laurie opened his mouth like an old man with dementia, then rolled his eyes, and glanced at the lord who was lying beside him with a calm expression and said nothing.

He suddenly recalled many past events:
When they were in the infected area, the reason why they were able to stand out from the swarm of corpses seemed to be due to the Lord Lord's strange physique that keeps the dead away;

If you count the lord's unconditional use of high-level necromancer magic, and the fact that he instantly pulled Macy into the revolutionary camp in front of Ander Spencer...

Master Laurie suddenly realized a problem as if enlightened:
I don't know why, but my lord seems to have a natural control over necromancer magic, and that kind of miraculous performance that exceeds the laws of magic can only be explained as "Lord Elliot Igor is the illegitimate son of Death";
Or, "Reaper is the illegitimate son of Lord Elliot Igor"?
Master Laurie thought about it carefully, and felt that this statement seemed a little more reliable.

But no matter what, Master Victor Laurie, who is exquisite in seven orifices, suddenly had a terrifying thought:

Since the "Black Priest" Bartholomew de Hashi is a necromancer of the Faint Burial Sect, the blood-red magic circle he arranged to "resurrect the god of death" should also belong to the category of necromancer magic, right?
Damn it, this magic circle is the same as other necromantic magic that doesn't have eyesight. In fact, it doesn't have any effect on the lord at all, right? !
Master Laurie looked at the lord next to him in great horror, and he was already shouting crazily in his heart:
You're not fucking acting, are you? ! ! !

Are you really unable to move your whole body like this master? ! ! !
what? !

However, the lord did not seem to notice the desire to cry of his chief mage;

On the contrary, the young Duke of Frost Maple Ridge, under the death weight of the blood-red magic circle, was filled with the sound of bones being broken one by one by the old magician members, but his expression was calm, detached, and indifferent. It is almost possible to sit and discuss with Sakyamuni at the Unsheltered Conference-if it is not temporarily "immobile", you will be short of a flower in your hand.

Even Messi, who didn't know where his real body was, didn't seem so nervous, and even frivolously hummed the famous pornographic excerpt from "Havenland Chronicle" in Master Laurie's mind.

Master Laurie wanted to die.

However, Bartholomew de Hashi obviously didn't know the inner drama of the chief mage of Frost Maple Ridge.

Another mourner of the Thin Burial Sect, the successor of the "Odd Spirit Art" school, and the "Black Priest" who ruled the entire Rock Creek City for a short time, has almost finished singing the spell, and is about to push the ceremony he carefully arranged. to climax.

The face of the black priest who was too pale and couldn't tell the exact age was not only crazy enthusiasm, but also teardrops - the great god of death came back to the world, and he had fought so hard for this glorious moment Many years!

Looking for every clue about the "Battle of the Gods", searching for any possibility of the place where the remains of the god of death are buried, and even sending his beloved disciple to Rock Creek City to serve the Duke of Houston, just to not let this place go. The secrets buried under the ancient city...

Bartholomew de Hash has dedicated too much to this great cause in his life, and tonight, all the hard work will reap the fruits. How can this loyal servant of death not burst into tears?
In an exceptionally high-pitched ending sound, the blood-red light of the magic circle finally ushered in the most extreme explosion!
Bathed in the blood-red glory of death, Bartholomew de Hashi was panting heavily, his throat was in severe pain from holding the spell for a long time, but his heart was beating like the strongest boy!
--Then--

Nothing happened.

Not to mention the god of death, there is not a single dead fly.

Bartholomew de Hashi lowered his head in confusion, looked at the magic circle on the ground that had lost all light, then raised his head again, and looked at the stone pillars that bound the two "sacrifices":

The Grand Duke of Houston is still sleeping peacefully, and John Summerning's eyes are horrified.

All the southern elites stared at him stupidly.

Master Laurie lay on the ground, moved his fingers carefully, and after confirming that he could move, he raised his hand——

Scratched ass.

Bartholomew de Hashi stared blankly at this absurd scene that shouldn't have happened, and suddenly felt a tendency to myocardial infarction because of an absurd idea that flooded into his mind:

There seems to be something wrong with his Death Story.

(End of this chapter)