Dead Eagle Valley, deep within the mausoleum forcibly blasted open countless times, inside the vast underground palace hall, Moen stepped forward and sternly reprimanded the Savior Sect soldiers who were moving explosives into the underground palace. The Savior Sect soldiers immediately explained, but apparently Moen did not accept their explanation.
"No matter what the situation is, now is not the time to forcibly pile up explosives! Put everything down!" Moen ordered the Savior Sect soldiers in the underground palace in a commanding tone, saying loudly. Hearing Moen's words, the Savior Sect soldiers on the scene hesitated slightly, and finally one of them, who seemed to be a Captain, spoke.
"But... we have already received Lord Shahabu's order."
"I'm in charge here! Go back and tell Shahabu, if you want everyone to live, listen to me now! Put down what you have in your hands, otherwise don't blame me for taking action."
Moen's tone gradually changed from commanding to threatening. Hearing Moen's words, the soldiers in the underground palace hall looked at each other, and then they all put down the boxes in their hands. Several teams of people evacuated the scene. Not long after, the Savior Sect members in the underground palace completely withdrew, leaving only Moen alone.
After seeing all the Savior Sect soldiers leave, Moen silently continued to walk towards the center of the hall. After a while, he came between the giant stone pillars of the hall, in front of the large "Silence" magic circle, staring at the iron cup on the magic circle that was carved with a circling skull pattern, had a North Wu style, and looked like an ancient oil lamp.
This iron cup is called the minyin zunzhan. It is one of the burial ritual objects in this Lakheman Royal Tomb and is the most precious object unearthed so far. Using this minyin zunzhan as the core of the formation, Moen constructed this large "Silence" ritual in front of him, controlling the thousand undead to help Kanak hold out until now. However, given the current situation, these thousands of undead troops cannot stop the full offensive of Shadi's army. Through the undead on various battlefields, Moen can feel the comprehensive disadvantage of the Kanak battlefield in all aspects. It is foreseeable that the complete collapse of the Kanak defense line is completely predictable after some time.
Therefore, at this difficult juncture, instead of using this precious divine artifact to save the Savior Sect's collapsing defense line, it is better to use it to do something more practical.
With this thought, Moen waved his hand. Immediately, the magic circle on the floor that was originally emitting a faint light dimmed, and the minyin zunzhan that was originally suspended in the air above the magic circle also fell directly downwards. Moen stepped forward and caught the falling minyin zunzhan with his hand, and then placed it back in the center of the magic circle.
Then, Moen took out a large box of bone powder that he carried with him and began to modify the large magic circle on the floor. After modifying several texts and symbols, Moen stepped out of the magic circle. After examining the newly redrawn magic circle in front of him, he took a deep breath and then knelt on the ground.
If Naifnis were here now, she would find this magic circle very familiar. This is exactly the receiving magic circle of the spiritual communication magic circle that Uta taught her.
Kneeling in front of the magic circle, Moen began to spread his hands and chant seriously. In Moen's chanting, the magic circle in front of him began to emit a faint light again. This faint light became stronger and stronger, and finally, in a dazzling flash, the light disappeared. Above the magic circle, a translucent figure appeared.
This is a spirit. This spirit is wearing a robe that seems to be made of coarse cloth. The robe is depicted with totem patterns that resemble animal skulls. The spirit is wearing several strands of bone necklaces made of animal bone fragments around its neck. One of these necklaces is made of small skulls slightly larger than a fist. Above the cloak is the face of an old man with dense wrinkles. The old man's face has facial patterns that cannot be distinguished in the spirit state. The spirit's head is a luxurious chief's hat constructed of animal bones and bird feathers. The entire spirit presents a strong New World style.
"Lord Chabakunka..."
Facing the spirit that appeared above the magic circle, Moen bowed respectfully and said. The spirit called Chabakunka looked at Moen in front of him, and then spoke silently in an ethereal tone.
"What's the hurry? You asked for support last night, but you didn't say the support was needed so urgently..."
"Very, very sorry, Lord Chabakunka, the situation on my side has changed significantly. Dosa's Revolutionary Army launched a general offensive unexpectedly early. Those Savior Sect lunatic's army collapsed very quickly as if their intelligence had been leaked. Plans can't keep up with changes, and we don't have much time left here!
"Now the Adus Revolutionary Army is breaking through the city of Kanak like a hot knife through butter. It won't be long before Kanak City and even here will be controlled by the Revolutionary Army. We urgently need to open the ceremonial chamber immediately, otherwise there won't be time!"
Moen said to Chabakunka with a hint of anxiety. Since the Revolutionary Army's movements today were far beyond the expectations of ordinary people, Moen was very anxious after initially learning the information from outside. He immediately chose to quickly come to this mausoleum. During this time, he didn't even have time to notify his own people and rushed to the underground palace like this, because he also knew that after the external attack began, Shahabu would 100% choose to immediately order the blasting of the underground palace. Moen had to reach the underground palace as quickly as possible to stop all this, but fortunately, Moen's actions were quick enough, and he successfully arrived. However, he left in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to bring his attendants.
Floating in the air above the magic circle, Chabakunka listened to Moen in front of him, then turned around and looked at the tall stone door at the end of the stairs behind him, and then murmured in a low voice in the language of the Soul.
"Is this... that king's mausoleum?"
"Yes, this is Rahman's ceremonial chamber. Rahman's soul is inside that. However, this ceremonial chamber is built with Netherworld Stone, which is not only extremely sturdy but also has strong resistance to the interference of extraordinary powers. It can only be opened by using the tomb owner's ritual. Now the ritual is ready, but the most crucial prop is missing and cannot proceed, so we can only rely on you to open this ceremonial chamber..."
Moen continued to speak to the spirit named Chabakunka, and Chabakunka, after silently looking at the situation in front of him, turned his gaze back to Moen and the minyin zunzhan in the center of the magic circle, and then spoke slowly in a deep voice.
"Offer your body. With this divine artifact as the core, I will descend in your body! Descend in a powerful form!"
"Yes..."
Hearing Chabakunka's words, Moen nodded seriously, and then he stood up from his position, spread his arms towards the tall spirit in front of him. At the same time, in the center of the magic circle, the minyin zunzhan, which had been placed steadily on the ground, slowly floated up under an invisible force and merged into Chabakunka's spirit. During this process, the appearance of the minyin zunzhan gradually materialized into virtuality, becoming translucent.
After merging with the minyin zunzhan, Chabakunka rushed towards Moen. The ethereal spirit quickly merged into Moen's body. After this, Moen slowly opened his eyes, and in the depths of his eyes, a completely different look from the previous Moen was already visible. At this time, Moen's body was completely under Chabakunka's control.
After taking control of Moen's body, Chabakunka slightly moved the joints of his body, then slowly walked forward and came to the center of the magic circle. Then he took out a talisman from Moen's clothes. After burning it, the bone powder that constructed the magic circle began to gather towards Chabakunka, mixing with dirt and dust, floating up and adhering to the skin of Moen, whom Chabakunka was possessing. A layer of grayish-brown "skin" covered Moen's outer appearance. After Moen's original face was covered, Chabakunka's face appeared.
After restoring his original appearance with ash and dirt, Chabakunka continued to walk forward, and soon reached the tall stone pillar array, in front of the stairs leading to the stone door. Here stood an altar. Around the altar, various ritual objects were placed in a regular manner. On the most important position of the altar, there was nothing. In front of the altar were six arranged copper pillar lamps.
Chabakunka looked at the ceremonial vessels around the altar, glanced at the stone door at the end of the steps, and after various perceptions swept over everything in front of him, he finally fixed his gaze on the empty space on the altar, then slowly spoke.
"Missing one vessel, but it can be a counterfeit..."
Chabakunka said this, then he muttered and waved his hand. Several faintly glowing spiritual magic circles appeared out of thin air beside him. From these magic circles, countless undead surged out, howling and circling in the air. There were hundreds of various spirits on the scene in an instant.
Ignoring the unpleasant sounds emitted by the spirits beside him, Chabakunka waved his hand again. Immediately, the howls of all the floating spirits turned into fearful screams. These spirits that were originally floating in the air were pulled violently towards one place as if guided by some invisible force.
In pain, these spirits were twisted and stretched, pulled into thin lines by the invisible force. These lines were woven together, quickly forming a long translucent scroll that floated in front of Chabakunka. Chabakunka glanced at the scroll and waved his hand again, sending this Soul Xu scroll to the empty space on the altar. Then the scroll slowly floated open above the empty space.
Then, Chabakunka spread his hands and looked at the scroll in front of him while chanting loudly in North Wu. Using the fake object created with hundreds of spirits, Chabakunka began the sacrificial ceremony. As his chanting echoed continuously 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 in turn. When all the lamps are lit, the sacrificial ceremony will be completed, and the stone door of the ceremonial chamber will open.
Just like this, Chabakunka was conducting the Baruk Dynasty sacrificial ceremony in the empty underground palace, which had not been held for many years. As this long ceremony gradually completed, more and more bronze lamps in front of the altar also lit up. And when the fifth bronze lamp was lit, a pair of eyes in the dark had already fixed on Chabakunka, who was performing the ceremony.
In the dome part of the underground palace, on a beam between some towering stone pillars, a female figure in a black tight-fitting suit with a face covering was crouching and hiding here at this time.
Naifnis, who had just sneaked into the underground palace, was quietly lurking in the dark, peeking at the ceremony scene below. Dorothy, using Naifnis's vision, could also see the scene below.
'This guy... is performing Baruk's royal sacrificial ceremony! Without a sacrificial book, how is he performing this ceremony? What is that spiritual body scroll on the altar? Who is this strange guy? Where is Moen of the Corpse Coffin? Where is he?'
Outside the underground palace, on the cliff on the other side of the barren Dead Eagle Valley, Dorothy, in a long robe, was hiding behind withered bushes, staring at the entrance of the mausoleum at the bottom of the distant valley, which was blown open by explosives. At this time, she was using the vision of Naifnis and the Corpse Puppet who had sneaked into the mausoleum to observe the situation inside the mausoleum. The situation inside made Dorothy, who had just arrived not long ago, a little confused.
Using the electromagnetic flying carpet, Dorothy quickly crossed the vast undead warning zone and rushed to the Dead Eagle Valley behind Kanak City, the location of the Rahman undead mausoleum, at an extremely fast speed over a distance of more than 30 kilometers. Upon arriving here, Dorothy immediately hid and then sent out Corpse Puppets to investigate the interior of the mausoleum.
Since Dorothy's electromagnetic flying carpet's flying speed was much higher than the flying speed of all her bird corpse puppets, Dorothy could not use the bird corpse puppets to conduct reconnaissance ahead while flying with the electromagnetic flying carpet. She could only send Corpse Puppets into the mausoleum for reconnaissance after she herself arrived at Dead Eagle Valley. This also meant that Dorothy did not know what had happened in the underground palace of the mausoleum before.
When Dorothy's miniature Corpse Puppet entered the mausoleum, what she saw was an old man with grayish-brown skin, whom she didn't recognize at all, performing Baruk's sacrificial ceremony, and it was about to be completed soon. The Savior Sect's Shahabu and the Corpse Coffin's Moen, whom Dorothy had expected, did not appear in the underground palace, and the minyin zunzhan that she was thinking about was also nowhere to be seen. This scene couldn't help but make Dorothy very confused.
However, confusion is confusion. Seeing that the old man in front of her seemed to be about to complete the sacrificial ceremony, Dorothy thought of intervening to interrupt him. Although Dorothy didn't know him, he not only had Shadow protection on him, but also wore the exact same clothes as Moen and could control spiritual body scrolls. He must be related to the Netherworld Coffin Society. As for the Corpse Coffin, this evil cult society, no matter what ceremony they were holding or what they were planning to do, interrupting it was always the right thing to do.
After making up her mind, Dorothy began to send out more Corpse Puppets to sneak in with Neff, planning to give the old man a big surprise. However, when all the Corpse Puppets and Neff were in place and ready to act at any time, a trace of hesitation flashed through Dorothy's mind.
'This old man... I have almost no information about him. Will it be too reckless to act directly? What if something goes wrong? All the undead on the front line just lost control and scattered... Could it be related to this old man? But if I don't act, his ceremony is about to be completed, and I won't have a chance if I don't act...'
Facing the mysterious old man in front of her, Dorothy, who had always disliked fighting unknown battles, suddenly became hesitant and did not act immediately. At this moment, a scene outside Dead Eagle Valley caught Dorothy's eye, which made her decide to endure for a while.
At this time, outside the underground palace, in Dead Eagle Valley, a group of people were walking quickly under the scorching sun. Shahabu, the highest commander of the Kanak Savior Sect armed forces, had a grim face and led dozens of his soldiers, walking angrily towards the underground palace, going from the blown-open gate all the way to the main hall deep in the underground palace.
Walking at the front of the team, Shahabu looked at the figure in the main hall of the underground palace with his back to him, looking at the familiar clothes, and cursed angrily as he walked.
"Corpse coffin dead man! What do you mean! My men are fighting for their lives on the front line, waiting for your undead support! What's going on with them all losing control now!? Are you playing with me!"
While cursing, Shahabu led his men into the main hall of the underground palace, while Chabakunka was deaf to Shahabu's curses and continued the ceremony. At this time, five of the lamps in front of the altar had been lit.
"Damn your grandmother! Talk to me! You Corpse coffin dead man! Your undead are still out of control and attacking my soldiers! What exactly do you want to do? Answer me! Otherwise, I'll chop off one of your limbs and stuff it with cow dung and sew it into a horse's belly!"
Seeing that the person in front of him did not respond, Shahabu continued to walk and curse wildly, his vocabulary becoming more and more vulgar, and various "refined and gentle" phrases blurted out. At this time, Chabakunka's body also paused slightly, and the atmosphere around him suddenly became heavy.
"Despicable thing eternally cursed by the Lord, may your whole family drown in camel urine. Is your mouth sewn shut? Do you want me to tear it wider so you can talk, you... um..."
Suddenly, Chabakunka, who was originally performing the ceremony, stopped the ceremony in his hands and turned around to look at Shahabu, who was still some distance behind him. When Shahabu saw the gloomy and unfamiliar face in front of him, he couldn't help but freeze in place, wondering where Moen had gone.
And just as Shahabu was wondering, the gloomy Chabakunka slowly opened his mouth.
"Noisy."
After he finished speaking, in front of Chabakunka, as if an invisible large brush was waving ink, a huge ground pattern was drawn, and a powerful "Silence" Spirituality fluctuation spread out from it. On the beam, the Soul Xu attached to Naifnis suddenly bristled, causing Naifnis to make a cat-like bristling motion.
In astonishment, Naifnis felt the familiar aura coming from the ground painting.
"This is... Wilderness Spirit!"