In the underground hall, all seven swords were unconscious in a coma after shedding their strength. Five dead soldiers were like corpses guarding around, and the two most special humans in the brilliance were confronting each other.

One is the master of the mainland thousands of miles away, the pope of the Necromancer, and the blond and blue-eyed foreigners, all of them are all.

One is a sword-holder with a mysterious origin and a saint sword, the director of the White Box Library of the Imperial Courtyard, and Cha Shiyin.

It was obvious that the two people were separated by the ends of the world, but at this time they were less than five meters apart; and the music vaguely heard that the reason why they all came to Huiyao across thousands of miles was to pursue the Tea World Hidden!

"So, are you declaring war on Huiyao on behalf of the Necromancers?"

"This is indeed my father's idea." Ming Ji did not deny it: "But after a brief investigation, my father quickly rejected this idea: because of the four barbarians looking around, Huiyao's weapons iterated faster than the Western Continent, and even reached a generation difference to crush the Western Continent. Apart from navigation technology, there is no technology above Huiyao."

"Even if Huiyao land annexes are serious and class contradictions are serious, it is still a powerful empire - even if it is to perish, it will die because it is too powerful."

"So after I took over as the Pope, I changed my mind. After all, invading Huiyao is not our ultimate goal, it is just a shortcut to the ultimate goal. Since the shortcut cannot be done, I can only use a roundabout way."

The ultimate goal...Leyu looked at the holy sword that was held in Cha Shiyin's hand, and knew that the ultimate goal was not this power that could rule the world.

Cha Shiyin's face was calm, as if he had known Ming Ji's intentions for a long time, and sighed: "Although I have known since I was a child that my second brother valued family affection the most and loved his relatives the most, I didn't expect that he would pass on everything."

"Everyone has selfish intentions, and the ancestor of Taiyue only loves his descendants." Ming Ji smiled and said, "After all, besides the ancestor Huiyao, both you and another ancestor may visit the Western Continent. If you don't warn your descendants, what if they treat you slowly, wouldn't it be a disaster?"

"I think the second brother is worried that we will bring up old accounts after he dies, so let you know what we have to set up traps to kill us." Cha Shiyin said coldly: "Then have you seen descendants of the fourth brother in the past few hundred years?"

"No." Ming Ji shook his head with regret: "Although I am also very curious about the sacred magic weapon that can 'escape from fate', the Necrotic Sect has not recorded any other ancestor descendants for two thousand years."

Cha Shiyin had no expression on his face: "I'm glad you didn't find your fourth brother's descendants. Given what you did at Huiyao, I don't think you will treat distant relatives friendly."

Ming Ji smiled: "Actually, the reason why I formed a national rescue and relief meeting, colluded with the barbarians, allied with the barbarians, united with the barbarians and the grass barbarians was also helpless. Because I could not find you, the ancestor of Shiyin."

"I know you are in Yanjing. I know you are guarding the royal family, but you hide too deeply, and you have not been in the world for many years. If you don't turn Yanjing over, you will never set foot in the world."

"Especially after I knew some of your 'restrictions', I was even more sure that I could only take risks."

This sentence seemed to trigger some taboo. Cha Shiyin suddenly narrowed his eyes and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn. Five dead soldiers put on a battle stance, and the fierce battle was about to break out.

After a moment of silence, Cha Shiyin seemed to press his anger and said coldly: "Have you opened the imperial tomb?"

"Don't worry, I did not enslave those distant relatives. After communicating with them intimately, I let them return to sleep forever." Ming Jijin said: "It is precisely because of this that I know that you, the ancestor of Shiyin, are not easy."

"also?"

"There is no such thing as the Absolute Divine Soldier. You must be more touched by this in the First Ancestor of Shiyin." Ming Jijin said: "Although I don't understand the mechanism of the Holy Sword Huiyao, using the Holy Sword Huiyao will inevitably lose life, so that although the Holy Sword Huiyao is the strongest Absolute Divine Soldier, it is also the least used Absolute Divine Soldier."

"And the Necromancers mastered by our Taiyue lineage also have such disadvantages." He sighed: "The Necromancers claim to be able to 'conquer death', but in fact it is indeed the case. Forerunner of Shiyin, you have been to the Western Continent, and you must have been amazed at the glorious civilization of the Western Continent, right?"

"Indeed." Cha Shiyin said: "Every place has magnificent buildings. Tens of meters high towers stand on the earth like bamboo shoots after a rain. Skyscrapers hundreds of meters high are not uncommon. Civilians live and work in peace and laugh everywhere. Moreover, this is my experience hundreds of years ago, and I believe it is even more brilliant now."

"But you also know who created the great achievements of the Western Continent." Ming Jijin said: "All the credits belong to the 50 million dead spirits who never sleep without sleep or drink, or the resurrection."

He patted the yellow book on his hand: "The most powerful ability of the Necromancer Book, called the 'Life and Death', can make the corpse produce souls. Although there are many uses, the most basic method is to create a necromancer with memory during his lifetime and drive him to do his own things."

"But as the holder of the Necromancer Book, the Pope can only control at most fifty necromancers. Although the number is floating, it will not exceed one hundred at most. A mere hundred necromancers can only protect the safety of the Pope at most, but what is the significance of the country and the mainland?"

"So the ancestor of Taiyue created the Necromancer Sect, and the core doctrine of the Necromancer Sect is to resurrect relatives and reunite on earth."

Speaking of this, Mingji's tone was a little inexplicable, as if it was ashamed, and as if it was helpless: "But at the cost, the people must pay a heavy 'necrotic tax' to gain control of the resurrection. If they have no money, they can also take the resurrection to serve, which can offset the 'necrotic tax' and even have wages."

"The Necromancer Sect can rule the Western Continent within a hundred years, which is closely related to the 'Miracle of Mercy' of the Necromancer Sect. With such a large number of resurrections who do not need to be supported but can work all the time, the Western Continent can develop so rapidly and create a civilization greater than Huiyao."

"However, under this glorious and prosperous era, there are countless bones." Ming Jijin said: "The Pope can only control less than a hundred dead spirits, so why can millions of dead spirits located in various parts of the Western Continent exist?"

"Because the Pope gave control of the necromancers to the mortals."

"They think they have gained control of their relatives, and they can get together after they come back from work every day. The relatives still have wages to work, and the relatives do not need food and drink. Naturally, the people flock to them, and some even want to kill their relatives and resurrection... Before I left the Western Continent, even though it was strictly prohibited, there were still cases where children disliked their parents' nagging and resurrection, and parents disobeyed their children's disobedience and resurrection."

"But the Pope can easily control the necromancer because he holds the Necromancer Book; mortals do not have the Necromancer, and can only directly control the soul with their souls."

"The contact between souls and souls is extremely dangerous. One day may be fine, one week may be fine, but one year, two years, three years... the soul of the dead is nothing. Over time, the mortals who dominate the dead will become nothing."

"And after research, the source of energy of the undead is sunshine and the vitality of the living. Although vitality cannot be seen or touched, it does exist and has nothing to do with age and health. Every person who is striving to survive is full of vitality."

"So, what will happen once the necromancers exist in large numbers?"

Ming Ji closed his eyes, as if recalling the scene thousands of miles away: "The gathered necromancers are like a whirlpool, constantly sucking the vitality of the entire city; the people who dominate the necromancers gradually become nothing, and are not interested in anything, just like a walking corpse."

"Thirty-five years old is a boundary. Before the age of thirty-five, people's vitality can barely maintain a positive cycle, and their thoughts are difficult to assimilate by the necromancers; but once they exceed thirty-five years old, people's vitality cannot resist the siphon of the necromancers, and their thoughts will quickly fall into nothingness and will die naturally after one or two years."

"This is why you feel that the Western Continent is full of laughter and joy." Ming Jijin said: "Anyone who cannot laugh is either waiting to die at home or is already dead."

Cha Shiyin seemed not surprised and even said, "Thirty-five years old is not bad."

"Yes, for ordinary people, being able to live happily for thirty-five years can be considered happiness." Ming Jijin nodded: "But what about us?"

"When there are fewer necromancers, there is no problem. But when the number of necromancers increases, there will be a defect that no one expected."

"When the dominant dies, the necromancer will automatically die. The dead soul will return to the book of the Dead and become the holder of the spiritual power feedback."

"This would have been a good thing. If the holder's necromancer dies in battle, the holder can gain additional mental replenishment and continue to fight."

I also understood the music. Isn’t this the “Dead Word”? The effect is that when the minion dies, the player gains additional mental power.

"It's okay to die out one necromancer, and it's okay to die out one hundred necromancers. So what about a thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand, and a million?" Ming Ji sighed: "There are nearly one million and a half million necromancers that die out every year in the Western Continent, and about 4,100 necromancers die out every day. Just as we were chatting, dozens of necromancers returned from the distant Western Continent to the Necromancer Book."

"A lot of soul feedback at such high frequency, even good medicines have turned into poison." Ming Ji pointed his temples: "No pope in history can live past fifty years, and it is even more common for popes who die at the age of 30. My father's soul was silent on his 34th birthday and died earlier than ordinary people in the Western Continent."

"You can stop." Cha Shiyin had no sympathy: "As long as you no longer create the undead, there will be no such danger."

Ming Ji nodded: "You are right. Although the necromancer has become an indispensable force in the Western Continent, if the necromancers have to stop, other forces will do whatever they want. But the problem is that after taking over the book of the Necromancers, none of the popes in history willingly stopped creating the necromancers."

"The ancestor of Shiyin, you probably can't imagine what it feels like." He closed his eyes and wrote with enjoyment on his face: "Every minute and every second, there is a soul returning to the book of the Dead, turning into pure spiritual power to nourish your soul. Every minute and every second, the world in your eyes will become brighter. Every minute and every second, you will feel that you are one minute closer to that supreme realm."

"This is a poison, but it is a cup of poison that makes people feel depressed. There is a legend in our family that if you sit in the position of the Pope for thirty years, you can become a true god with the help of the feedback from the dead."

"It's very interesting." Cha Shiyin turned his head and looked outside: "It seems that a demon clan is also saying that as long as you drink enough immortal blood, you can transform into immortals."

"Of course, I don't think this legend is true." Ming Jijin smiled and said, "How could it only take thirty years."

"What about fifty years? What about one hundred years? What about five hundred years? What about two thousand years? Can you stand in a higher place and see a more beautiful scenery as long as you live long enough?"

Speaking of this, everything has been revealed.

"I have been lurking in Yanjing for more than ten years, formed a national rescue and relief meeting, joined forces with barbarians, planned assassination of the emperor, and interfered in the search for swords and fight for the throne. I did so much just to meet you, the ancestor of Shiyin."

"Although I don't think it's possible, I still want to ask-"

"The Origin of Shiyin,"

Ming Jiquan looked at Cha Shiyin, his eyes filled with uncovered greed, and a horrifying aura erupted from him. Leyu could even see billions of resentful souls emerging behind Ming Jiquan, sweeping across the world like a gust of wind and waves!
Chapter completed!