Make the dragon great again

Chapter 287 Legendary Shackles
While Adrian was leaving for [Forest of Silver].

In the central part of the continent, another [Undead Plague] swept across the land, pulling the demi-human kingdoms into the vortex of [death] within half a day.

Unlike the [Undead Plague] on the battlefield between the Kingdom and the Principality, the one here did not focus on a single point of outbreak, but began to spread in villages and small towns that were far away from the city and lacked guards of extraordinary power;
When the rulers of the demi-human kingdoms found out that something was wrong, almost all cities had fallen into the siege of the defilers.

Due to the necromancer's micromanagement behind the scenes, this [Undead Plague] did not spread to the east.

After the [Eastern Corridor] was blocked, there was a lack of information exchange generated by caravans. Even though the Behemoth Kingdom has roughly rebuilt the communication tower communication network, it is still unable to know in real time what happened outside the border. Upheaval...

[Central Forest] deep.

Dunmer, the necromancer hiding in a certain crypt, monitored the progress of the [Undead Plague] in real time through a large number of rotting crow eyeliners scattered outside.

Everything was going exactly as planned, no boring dragons spitting on the road, no damned lizardmen summoning hordes of mutarians.

This time, I have perfectly completed the explanation of the ancestors, right?

Not long ago, the repressed and crazy voice of the ancestor sounded, and Dunmer secretly sweated.

Ever since he was brought to the castle on the [Extreme Arctic Ice Field] by his grandfather at the age of seven, Dunmer has seen himself, the ancestor of the legendary Lich, show various emotions, but such an anxious side, It was the first time he had seen it in more than 100 years.

What exactly happened to make the ancestor lose his composure?
Dunmer didn't dare to think too much.

"However, no matter what you encounter, as long as the plan is successful, the ancestors will be able to advance to the seventh level [sanctuary]! In this extraordinary and depleted continent, a seventh-level extraordinary power is already like a god!"

At this time, Dunmer still didn't know that the [Undead Plague], which he regarded as "one of the two cornerstones of the promotion ceremony of the ancestors" and based on the battlefield between the two countries, had already been destroyed by a certain [Sky City] ] shot off...

The sub-human nations themselves are in a weak position on the mainland, and there are not many high-level transcendents born, so it is impossible to resist this long-planned [undead plague].

Towns one after another were breached by surging waves of corpses, and the strong lord's castle was like an isolated island on the sea in the catastrophe. The transcendents who could not form an organization were huddled in these "reefs", waiting for the arrival of reinforcements that did not exist ...

[Death] accumulates at an unimaginable speed. Under the action of the huge ritual that runs through the sub-human kingdoms, it gathers on the altar in Dunmer's crypt, merges into the blood pool, and becomes purely condensed from dilapidated souls. Part of the Kuroshio.

When the black current in the blood pool was almost overflowing, a dark and hollow "spot" suddenly appeared above the blood pool.

[Legendary] The will of the Lich spread over and connected to every node of the altar.

A dagger with a simple and strange shape appeared from nowhere and fell at Dunmer's feet, making a crisp metal collision sound.

"Dunmer, offer your blood."

Oppenheimer's voice was relentless and impassive.

Dunmer's body trembled, and he wanted to refuse, but he didn't dare to say it at all. Before Oppenheimer was about to get impatient, he finally bowed his head:

"Yes, Lord Ancestor..."

Picking up the dagger on the ground, tremblingly pierced it into the other arm, opening a hideous wound.

The blood slowly dripped down on the altar, lighting up the bloody lines, and the howls of innocent souls echoed in the sudden wind.

As the bloody lines on the altar gradually became complete, the dark "dot" connecting the distance was also expanding.

The Kuroshio in the blood pool was pulled, anti-gravity flowed backwards into the air, and flowed into the black void.

Resisting the special sense of soul tearing caused by the passing of the old blood, Dunmer, who watched this scene, knew in his heart:
"Master Ancestor, it's time to start the final step of advancement..."

[Extreme Arctic Ice Field], Cold Wind City.

One by one, the war heroes who were praised by the people of a certain country, or the famous and powerful magicians, are now bowing their heads to [death] in order to live forever. The undead creatures who will be regarded as blasphemers once they are discovered by the world are at this moment. At every juncture of a great magical ritual, offer their lord their "blessing".

For the living, the blessings of the undead creatures may be a terrible poison that kills at the touch of a finger!
Every blasphemer here has a metal box in front of him, and there are countless wailing sounds faintly coming from it.

The words of blasphemy were uttered from the mouths of the blasphemers, and each syllable brought up some of the fallen soul fragments stored in the metal box, turned them into one after another, and filled them into the details of the ritual magic circle under their feet.

Hidden under the surface of the two-dimensional magic circle, there is only a three-dimensional magic model whose core node is located deep in the ground, with a complex structure penetrating [-] meters of permafrost.

Based on his own soul composition, Oppenheimer had constructed his own [Undead Tide] spell model tens of thousands of years ago.

Surviving the accumulated blasphemy for more than 1 years, secretly promoting the scraps of unjust souls collected in thousands of long wars, and hundreds of subordinates who are loyal to him and have engraved his brand in their souls...

Taking the [Undead Plague] that is happening now and sweeping millions of lives as the guide, and the silent accumulation of over ten thousand years as the key, insert it into the model of the undead spell.

Under the control of Oppenheimer's own will, the "key" was slowly twisted, the spell model was instantly lit up, and the debris of the wronged soul suddenly poured in and filled it.

At this time, [Legendary Shackles] suddenly materialized.

Countless illusory chains floated up from the deep folds of the spatial structure, and were inserted into the [Undead Tide], which is entering the complete seventh-order undead magic.

Filling up the soul fragments and the breath of death in the operation, the operation suddenly stopped.

More than 100 undead creatures who blasphemed life were judged by [Legendary Shackles] as part of this "mistake", and more "chains" stretched out from nothingness, entangled them one by one.

"My lord, save me!"

A lich screamed for help in horror, and in the next second, it was turned into fly ash under the layers of the figurative [Legendary Shackles].

And the [Legendary] lich hiding in the depths of the ground, the body that has been used for more than 5000 years, also suddenly disintegrated at the moment the [Legendary Shackles] materialized.

Ascension to a rusty crown, floating in the air.

That is Oppenheimer's phylactery, the soul vessel of the [Legendary] Lich.

The phylactery is not broken, and the lich is not dead.

……

To be continued, change first and then change.

A little Calvin...

(End of this chapter)