Panlong, magnetic field rotation

Chapter 122: The Undead Are Respected (Updated)
"Great Lord of Death, please bless me..."

Under the guidance of the Vatican staff, a plump girl with a chubby face stepped forward first, muttering nervously.

Her skin was as white as porcelain, her cheeks had a healthy blush, her eyes were big and bright, like two crystal sapphires, sparkling with curiosity and innocence, her golden curly hair was draped over her shoulders, with the ends slightly curled, and she was wearing a dark blue dress.

This is a little fat, but very cute girl.

"Come on, my dear little Winnie."

The girl's father was a middle-aged nobleman with a big belly. He whispered encouragement, his eyes full of expectation.

"Quiet!"

A priest frowned and warned unhappily.

All the whispers in the church stopped abruptly, and a dark, oppressive atmosphere filled the space.

The Brie and Bruno sisters at the end of the line also became nervous. They arrived late and could only line up at the end.

Lynn was the only one present, and Cecilia's expression was calm.

They came to participate in this awakening ceremony just as part of the fun of their trip.

When the girl named Winnie stood on the magic circle, the stone slab vibrated slightly and the runes began to rotate slowly, as if coming alive.

The air was filled with the smell of decay and death, as if an invisible force was detecting the people standing in the formation.

The girl was obviously very scared, but remembering her father's instructions, she tried hard to control her fear and hold on.

In the eye sockets of the skull, the light of the ruby ​​gradually grew stronger, casting a blood-red beam of light that enveloped the tester.

after awhile……

The magic circle gradually dimmed and finally returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

The girl seemed to understand something when she saw this, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Sure enough, the priest's cold voice soon rang out.

"Fail, next one!"

The girl ran down crying and left the church with her father, who also had a look of regret on his face.

The second, the third...

Six children in a row failed!

This scene made the parents' faces look even uglier and more nervous. Many children with poor psychological endurance were shaking all over, trembling with fear, and their legs became weak.

"Next!"

The priest's voice was as cold and indifferent as ever.

The talent of death is one of the four major rules, far rarer than the seven elemental laws, so the probability is naturally very small.

The seventh tester was a boy, who looked to be about seven or eight years old. He was extremely thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. His face was angular and his skin was pale, almost transparent, giving him an impression of being sickly. His black hair was short and neat, and his bangs slightly covered his deep green eyes, which showed a hint of precocious calmness and indifference. He wore a dark green silk shirt with a small black vest.

Seeing this, Lin En, who was at the end of the team, smiled. Based on his experience in judging people, he thought that this boy would most likely pass because of his temperament.

"Om..."

The magic circle emits a low humming sound, the runes' light becomes more intense, and even a black smoke spews out of the mouth of the skull. The faces of countless dead souls can be vaguely seen wandering in the smoke.

This scene greatly stimulated many parents and children present, and they looked at the boy with envy and jealousy.

"Passed! And his talent is close to superb!"

The priest's cold expression suddenly softened. He smiled at the boy, who was half-kneeling in the magic circle due to the pressure, and asked, "What's your name?"

Before the boy could say anything, his mother, a beautiful woman in a dark purple dress, rushed over excitedly.

"His name is Reiner, and he's my child!"

Some people around recognized the woman's identity and started whispering.

"Isn't this Madam Isa? She's so lucky."

"I think Count Bella is luckier. An illegitimate child actually has such a great talent."

"Hehe, now the Bella family is going to be lively."

The priest sent someone to take the mother and son away, then turned to look at the noisy team. Without saying a word, a cold look made all the gossip and discussions disappear.

"Next!"

The test continued, and with one successful example in front of them, everyone began to look forward to their luck.

In the Xinglan plane, death is no longer an eternal enemy and object of hatred, but the supreme ruler.

Its existence is like the moon in the dark night, distant and untouchable, yet real.

People worship it because it is fair and merciless, because it ends suffering, and because it gives meaning to life.

Under the shadow of death, all struggles and glory seem insignificant; only it is eternal and unshakable.

The magician community respects the necromancer as the most respected!
Gradually, the number of people taking the test decreased, and finally it was the turn of the Bri and Bruno sisters who were at the end of the list.

Some nobles who had failed the test had not yet left. Seeing the sisters' clothing, which was that of the lower-class poor, they could not help but look at them with contempt and disgust. Although they did not dare to make loud noises, they cast mocking glances at them.

"Um……"

The priest in charge of the test was also a little surprised and frowned. This awakening ceremony was not free. The registration fee was 10,000 gold coins.

Ordinary civilians don’t have the money to pay, let alone such poor people.

But when he saw Lynn and Cecilia, he thought for a moment that since they were able to enter the church, it meant they had already paid.

"Come up."

The priest's mind raced for less than a second before he ignored all this. He waved his hand at Bri and pointed at the magic circle.

Brie stepped forward a little nervously.

"Buzz!"

The magic circle hummed violently, the runes shone extremely brightly, and a large amount of black smoke spewed out of the mouth of the skull, and it seemed as if countless ghosts were wandering in the smoke.

This is the biggest reaction from the magic circle so far!
Brie was enveloped in a blood-red light, and her consciousness felt a heavy pressure, almost as if she were about to drift off to sleep. However, she remembered the experiences of the testers before her and gritted her teeth to persevere...

She didn't know how long it had been, maybe a dozen seconds, maybe a few minutes, only faint shouts could be heard in her ears.

"Passed...passed! Super affinity with the rules of death...super talent!"

The priest announced loudly and excitedly, his voice trembling a little.

The nobles who had not yet dispersed were in an uproar like a pot of boiling water. They were stunned and stared at this poor girl in disbelief. She actually had such a good talent for death. It was really a miracle that she could change her fate!
Brie was politely invited down. She was dizzy, but she also realized that she had passed the test and had a great talent. She was so excited and happy that she cried.

Buono's face flushed with joy. "Next!"

When Bruno also showed a talent that was not inferior to his sister, the news was reported immediately, and soon even the top leaders of the Church of Death were alarmed.

A tall figure slowly walked out from the shadows. It was the Archbishop of the Church of Death. He was wearing a dark grey robe embroidered with silver runes and skull patterns, as if countless dead souls were whispering on the robe. He wore a crown inlaid with black crystals on his head. In the center of the crown was an exquisite skull relief, with faint light flickering in the empty eye sockets. In his hand was a scepter with a skull wrapped in thorns on it.

"What's going on, where are the people!"

The archbishop saw that the atmosphere was not right and frowned and asked.

The priest and several clergy present had dazed expressions on their faces, and the two girls were nowhere to be found.

"God...a powerful god..."

The priest came to his senses and collapsed to the ground, muttering to himself. He looked terrified.

God-level powerhouse!
Upon hearing this, the archbishop's face changed suddenly. After careful inquiry, he learned what had happened.

A man and a woman brought two girls to register and were going to take them away after the talent test.

Of course, the priest was not willing to keep people in the Church of Death, but he was intimidated by the woman's divine domain and watched them walk out in a swagger.

The priest suggested in shame and indignation, "Archbishop, they shouldn't have gone far. It's still not too late to send someone to catch up with them."

The archbishop gave him a look as if he were a fool and said coldly, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

The priest immediately regained his composure and quickly denied, "I wouldn't dare!"

The archbishop ordered his men to keep quiet and not to say anything, while he went to inform the Pope.

The Pope's apartment is located at the back of the church and is connected to the main hall by a secret corridor.

Portraits of successive popes hang on the walls of the reception room, and the furniture is made of dark wood, with seats covered in black leather.

The Archbishop waited a moment...

The Pope, dressed in a dark purple robe, walked slowly towards them, holding a black skull scepter that symbolized death. Dark and cold underworld fire burned in his deep skull eye sockets, as if he was staring at the person opposite him.

"See His Majesty the Pope."

The Archbishop bowed slightly.

The Pope raised his hand, and a surge of divine power lifted the archbishop up. The two men sat down and talked about business.

Upon learning what had happened, the Pope frowned and asked cautiously, "Are you talking about two unfamiliar god-level powerful beings, a man and a woman?"

The archbishop nodded and said affirmatively: "The man is not sure, but the woman is definitely a god-level powerful person."

The Pope pondered for a moment and guessed, "Twenty years ago, two powerful god-level beings, a man and a woman, descended from the underworld. Perhaps they are them."

The archbishop's heart was pounding, and he thought to himself that it was a good thing he didn't act impulsively just now.

The matter ended there.

……

The seasons change and time flies.

Forty years passed in the blink of an eye.

Lynn and Cecilia stood on the rolling hillside, overlooking the vast prairie in front of them.

Under the cover of the gloomy sky, it looks like a dark-toned oil painting.

The thick dark clouds were like a huge curtain, hanging low and obscuring the former brightness.

The wind blew the grass into waves, and in the dim light, the green of the grassland lost its brightness and looked a little depressing.

A horrifying army of undead slowly emerged and continuously poured into the fierce battlefield.

The skeleton archer was skinny and bony, with eerie ghostly fire flickering in his empty eye sockets. His withered fingers nimbly drew the bow and shot deadly arrows one after another.

The black knights were clad in glowing black armor and rode on warhorses that were also shaped like skeletons. Their spears flashed with a cold aura in the dim light, and the air seemed to be frozen wherever they went.

The zombies staggered but showed tenacity. The rotten smell on their bodies filled the gloomy wind. They moved forward persistently, emitting a disgusting and terrifying smell.

There is also a bone dragon, its huge skeleton looming under the dark clouds. The strong wind caused by its flapping wings blows up the dust on the grassland. The roar it makes towards the sky penetrates the oppressive air, as if to take away the souls of the living.

The entire undead army carried the breath of death on this dark grassland, and wherever they passed, there was no life.

Behind the undead army, two female figures in unique costumes stood quietly. They were the sisters Bri and Bruno.

They exude a terrifying and awe-inspiring aura, and their strength has already reached the level of a Sanctuary Mage!

Sister Brie wore a purple robe with tiny black feathers on the edges. Her long brown hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep, dark purple, cold and wise, as if they could see into people's hearts. Her temperament was cold and noble, like a queen who controlled death.

The younger sister Bruno wore a short dark blue magic skirt with white feather patterns on the hem, and a translucent black cloak on the outside. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail. Her face was delicate and small, but revealed a sense of unruliness and publicity. Her eyes flashed with cunning and ruthlessness. Her temperament was mysterious and charming, like a seductive banshee in the dark night, seemingly smart but hiding deadly danger.

"I...I surrender!"

An old mountain dragon, as big as a mountain and covered with hard red scales, had a look of fear and despair in its eyes. It lowered its proud head as a member of the Holy Land Dragon Clan to express its submission.

These two women are horrible!

If only one can barely hold on, two will cause a qualitative change.

Among the powerful ones in the Holy Land, the most terrifying one is the Undead Magician who practices the rules of death!

One person makes an army, one person can defeat a country. Once the team is put together, it will be no problem to fight two or three strong men of the same level!
One Sanctuary Undead Mage is so terrifying, let alone two. The combined war potential of these sisters is enough to sweep across the entire continent and trigger an undead disaster!

"It would have been fine if it had been like this earlier."

Brie's lips curled up slightly, her smile was as light as the wind, her eyes were as calm as water, and she said to her sister: "You come and tame it."

Buono nodded without being pretentious.

She looked at Lao Shanlong with a smile. The latter did not hesitate to activate a magic circle to sign a master-servant contract. He did not have the courage to do anything tricky. The whole process went very smoothly. Soon they could sense each other and communicate on the soul level.

"Owner."

Lao Shanlong's restrained and deep voice sounded.

The two sisters thought about it, and in an instant the army of undead dispersed, like countless loyal guards.

Buono flew over and said, "Hey, get smaller. Do you think you look so imposing with your size?"

The old mountain dragon felt aggrieved. After it grew to the holy land, it was naturally supposed to be this size. However, since its master had given the order, it had no choice but to do as its master ordered. Its body shrank to three meters in height at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it looked like a red earth dragon overall.

Bri and Bruno looked at the man and woman on the hillside at the same time, like children longing for praise.

This was their first battle to break through to the Saint Realm.

(End of this chapter)