When the goddess Sal sets the stars in the sky, people in the world should wear the cloak of the night.

Compared to the past, the day is a little cold and the night seems to be cold and bone-bone.

Inside the Shadow Temple of Sacros, the floating city.

In the almost complete darkness, in the faint firelight of the brazier, the first three soldiers fearlessly sacrificed their lives to Ms. Lost, but the fourth soldier's belief was not firm.

In the shadows, his lungs were eager for the air, and his body struggled.

The great prince of the ghost city, Rivalan Tanshul, the high-level priest of the Lost Lady, stood beside the cold altar, and a bone-thundering shadow energy surged between his slender fingers, tightly clamping the head of a warrior lying on the altar.

No matter how hard he breathed, shadow energy continued to pour into his body.

"Be brave." Rivalan said in a low voice, "We come from the shadows and will eventually return to the shadows. Let your body and soul be released, welcome the blessings of the goddess, let the power of the shadows fill your whole body and integrate into your soul. If the dead are not dead, they will rise again, never be silent, and don't resist."

However, he didn't know whether the warrior was buried in the wave of shadows and could not hear the sound, or had completely abandoned his beliefs, so he kicked and beaten wildly.

Four fully armed dark guards arrived quickly, pressed his limbs and secured them to the altar.

"Great Goddess Shar." Rivalan, the high-ranking priest, pulled out the razor-sharp wheel blade from his belt, held it with one hand, and reached the sky above the temple with the other hand, praying in a low voice like night: "Let your servant be reborn from the darkness like you, give him the blessing of shadow, give him the power of darkness, give him the power of the dead..."

A stream of blood splattered, and the sharp wheel blade cut open the warrior's chest, revealing a trembling heart.

it's all over.

As the gurgling blood penetrated into the altar, the shadow energy around the warrior slowly converged into the leaping heart.

His limbs no longer swung, and his pale skin was gradually transformed into dark colors under the erosion of the shadow.

With the order of Revalan, the four priests guarding him grabbed the limbs of the warrior's body and carried it away from the altar.

The priests gathered around the dead and began to pray.

Shadow energy symbolizing the vitality of life was injected into the corpse. As the blood-red heart in the chest continued to beat, the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the darkness, the dead warrior slowly opened his eyes, his light red eyes were at a loss and full of fear.

Another person who was reborn in the shadows, the ghost prince Rivalan nodded with satisfaction, thinking.

In the floating city of Sultansa, every priest serving the goddess will fail in the ritual of transforming ghosts, even the arcane ritual performed by the Supreme King Terramante is no exception.

But he - the high priest of Miss Lost, Rivalan Tanshul, the leader of the Shadow Hall, never missed.

Because he was the ‘prophet’ of Miss Lost, the spiritual leader of the ghost city, he traveled to the goddess’ palace of shadow and spread the glory there to all the people of Sultanza.

"Get up." Rivalan said to the successful transformation of the ghost warrior, "You have accepted the blessing of the shadow and returned to us, and the dead will not die."

"It will definitely rise again!" The ghost warrior stood up and knelt on one knee, "Never be silent..."

Every word he squeezed out of his mouth contained pain in his eyes.

Is this a kind of retention of life or a mourning for the dead? Revalan has long since remembered it. He only knows that this is the law of the world: everything is for the loss of Lady.

That's all.

"From today on, you will belong to the gods." He told the reborn ghost warrior.

Four ghost warriors gathered, each giving him a punch and a hug as a gift to join.

Someone put on the dark armor of the Dark Guard for him, and someone handed him a dark, big sword with his hands.

"From today on, you will belong to the darkness, which will protect all your secrets and traces, and make you fearless." Revalan said to him, "We pray that you will wave your weapons fiercely and face the old enemy of the Lost Lady."

The ceremony ends.

He came to the hall of the lord's mansion in Sacros and met with the messengers from Sambiya.

They were the people of Mirabeta, the ruler of the Kingdom of Sambia. They formed an alliance with the City of Ghosts and devoted their entire nation to support the reconstruction of the floating city of Sacros.

In the Kingdom of Sambiya, money is boundless. As long as merchants can make money, they don’t care who the ruler is, and the Yinhun City doesn’t care who the person pays the tax.

After all, dead merchants cannot make money or pay taxes.

"Sir, have you heard of it?" As soon as Revalan entered the hall, a military adjutant from Sambiya squeezed away the people at the table in a sweat, and said in a angrily manner:

"The messenger on the other side of the battlefield is back! We won! We won the battle! Victory! Today is ours, ours! We defeated the enemy. We defeated them to defeat!"

"Quiet!" Revalan frowned and said coldly, "You made my head break even if you quarrel. After defeating the enemy, the battlefield and victory belong to you. It's amazing."

The messengers of Sambiya fell silent and looked at the ghost prince in surprise.

"Are you unhappy, sir?" one of the messengers asked tentatively, "If we take down the high valley fortress of Thunder Peak, we can directly invade the eastern area of ​​the Kingdom of Cormier."

"Good, but I want to celebrate quietly." Rivalan said lightly.

The messengers fell silent and looked at each other.

Just like a group of puppies, the ghost prince thought to himself, a group of arrogant snails who were blinded by victory.

He was not surprised by the victory, because it was a war without any suspense.

A small border town that besieged the Sambiyan rebels, in addition to the 5,000 regular troops in Sambiya, there were also 100 ghost mages and 300 ghost warriors to assist.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! At this level of war, they will be overjoyed, shout, slap their thighs with their scepters, and celebrate the victory with wine... It's amazing!

He suddenly reached out his hand, gathered the map and documents on the table, then raised his head and looked around.

"Listen carefully." The ghost prince said coldly, "I want to give new instructions."

The messengers of Sambiya stood up straight in anticipation.

"Each of you," he said to these messengers, "had heard the speeches delivered by your female chief, but I would like to point out that these words do not apply to the current situation, and you should execute my orders."

"Give war to the castle and peace to the villages. This is what your female commander Mirabeta said to his commander, and you know this principle," added the ghost prince:

"You have learned in military training, but this principle is only today. From tomorrow, you must forget it. From tomorrow, we must obey another very different principle, which will be our future war slogan, and convey this slogan and my order to your commander: leave no living mouth, no grass or tree, we must leave scorched earth behind us, and from tomorrow, we must cross the truce with the Kingdom of Cormier and turn the whole kingdom into ashes."

He cleared his throat loudly and continued, "And before the soldiers left scorched earth, you must transport everything from this land as much as possible, as long as it is valuable wealth, anything, mines and deposits, coins, valuables, artworks..."

Watching the messenger of Sambia leave, the ghost prince sat alone in the hall, filling himself with a glass of wine.

While savoring a glass of Chinese wine, he was thinking about his next plan.

The whole process of conquering the Kingdom of Sambia and allowing the floating city of Sachros to successfully fly in the sky was even smoother than he thought.

But when he thought of Ms. Lost’s plan, he couldn’t help but frown.

In the goddess' plan, two cities must be sacrificed, namely Odulin, the capital of Sambiya and Tiffanton, Cormier.

Recalling the failure against the Kingdom of Cormier, Revalan hated the Supreme King, Hajjhona.

At this moment, the dark shadow twisted.

The ghost prince looked like a move, and immediately put down his wine glass and asked in the air, "What news has come from Susar City."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young warrior dressed in dark black armor appeared in front of him.

His face was as sharp as a sharp knife, and his dark eyes seemed to be always cold.

Yada Tanshul, the second prince of the ghost city, is the supreme commander of the Dark Knight and the Dark Guard in the Lost Temple, and is also the most capable assistant of the Great Prince Rivalan.

"After the Supreme King and Laroc entered the realm of the Magic Net from the Twisted Tower in the Shadow Valley, they have not returned to Sultanza until now." The second prince Yada reported to him.

Revalan nodded thoughtfully.

In the Lost Lady's plan, the Twisted Tower of Shadow Valley is also a crucial location, as it is the only place where you can reach the realm of the Magic Web through the material plane.

As long as they finish the ceremony in Guangze, the Supreme King can join forces with Laroc to tear a scar from Mistera's magic net, and then let the Shadow Magic Net gradually replace it.

"I still have news about Hajjhona here." Yada's words shocked Rivalan, and he quickly asked, "Where is he?"

As the head of Cormier, Hajjhona's mission not only did not make any progress, but even the temple he secretly set up in Tivanton was uprooted by the city consul, almost destroying Ms. Lost Lady's plan.

This made him start to murder the hand of the Supreme King, thinking about how he should disappear silently into this world like a secret.

"According to the news from Sultanza, Hajjhona has defected," said Yada. "According to reliable information, he went to the Elves Cormanso, and with him, the leader of the Dragon Bible Cult, Sevillin."

Cormanso?

The ghost prince frowned, and the forces of Cormanso were mixed. At this critical moment, it was not the time for them to intervene.

"There will be a chance." A sneer appeared on the corner of Rivalan's lips.

Hajjhona defected and Vattic died in the battle to block the Dove Eagle Hands. He felt that all of this was moving in his ideal direction.

As long as he can complete the floating city of Sakros and gain a complete foothold in the Kingdom of Sambiya, he will definitely be able to establish a ghost kingdom that is enough to fight against the Supreme King.

However, the premise of all this still requires taking over Tivanton.

Thinking of this, he asked Yada again, "What's going on in the Misty Valley."

Not only were the two voters of the Magic Goddess gathered in the Mist Valley, but even the lords of Mokou Town arrived here.

Compared with the magic goddess's voters Storm and Xinbu, what Ryvalan feared the most was actually the weakest Brian, the newly-canoned Duke of the Cormier Kingdom.

From the moment he paid attention to Brian, he had already investigated the other party's details thoroughly through the Dark Intelligence Network of the Santalin Society, Drow's spider web and the Siren City's intelligence system.

After reading the detailed information about Brian, any relevant personnel, including himself, felt unbelievable. This was simply a legendary story.

A slave captured by a merchant in the evening not only successfully escaped from the city ruled by the dark elves, but also experienced many riots by demon lords in the dark area.

Finally, he returned to the surface safely and took down Mokou Town as quickly as possible. With the help of various forces, he defeated Hajjhona, who was underestimating the enemy.

It was not until Rivalan began to pay attention to Brian that he discovered that the wizard lord of Mokou Town, the descendant of Nase from the magic kingdom of Halua, had gradually become his biggest threat at the moment.
To be continued...