Worried that the corpses of those ghosts might be resurrected and attacked us, I didn't rest for too long, but I just let the magic power in my body recover a little bit, so I gathered the remaining warriors.

We carefully placed the bodies of our colleagues who died in battle in the corner, making them look like they were asleep there.

After all this is over, if I am still alive, I will come back to restrain their bones.

Although we all want to stay here for a while, everyone knows that finding out the source of the ghosts in the grave is the most important thing now, so we didn't have time to mourn or feel sad. I carefully and firmly pulled down the pull ring on the wall, and the door to the depths of the tomb slowly rose.

"Get ready, soldiers," I held the broken steel with both hands. This is the best thing about half a sword. You can use it as a one-handed sword or as a two-handed sword, all depending on your needs and occasion.

The gate rose to the top at this time, and I walked in front with the broken steel, while the soldiers followed me.

We walked through a curved corridor, walked down a few steps, and entered a new, majestic room that was much larger than the previous room.

The room is roughly rectangular, we are located in the upper right corner of it, and the door leading to the deep is located in the lower left corner of the room, which is exactly a diagonal line.

The room is large, with smooth stone walls on both sides that are no different from other areas, engraved with ancient Gothic texts, and some places have murals. I guess it is the honor or glorious event of the tomb family in the history.

Unlike other rooms, there is no coffin in this room, no matter what is lying, embedded in the wall or hanging in the air.

There are three chandeliers made of obsidian evenly arranged above the head. I don’t know what the fuel in the lamp basin is, and it can still burn even after thousands or even two thousand years.

On the horizontal middle line of the entire room is a road covered with broken carpets. The two sections of the road have stone pillars, columns, and other decorations in the room, all of which are symmetrical up and down with this avenue as the axis.

Although there was no danger in the room, being cautious is not a bad thing. I held the broken steel and summoned two more balls of flames, walked into the room first, and approached carefully to the other door at the far end.

At this end of the room, there are four huge stone tables, two on the left side of the road and two on the right side of the road, which are also symmetrical like the previous decorations.

At the end of the road is a large platform slightly higher than the floor, filled with rotten futons, and in front of the futon is a large slab of vertical stone slabs filled with ancient Gothic texts.

Now I know what room this is, without coffins, large stone tablets, futons, carpeted roads and stone tables. All these elements add up to get only one answer: the Hall of Mourning.

Only the Mourning Hall will have everything I mentioned above, and it is also what I see. Unlike other places in the tomb, the Mourning Hall is the only room in the tomb for living people. When a new member moves into the family's tomb, the Goths who bid him farewell will place his coffin and then go to the mourning hall. All the living people will recite the family's sabre together and send the family's final blessing and farewell.

There is no doubt that the stele is the sabre of this family.

The mourning hall means two things. First, it is absolutely safe here. I have read many books about the excavation of ancient Goth tombs. Each of them mentions ancient warriors who were cursed and resurrected. However, no matter who wrote the books, these archaeologists are sure that these cursed Goths will not enter the mourning hall of their family.

The second thing is not so happy. The mourning hall will only be the last room in front of the main hall of the grave, and it may be the second to last. But no matter what the mourning hall of this tomb is in the case of the mourning hall, the appearance of the mourning hall here shows one thing: I will soon enter the main hall of this grave and find out the real reason behind all these strange events.

Without further ado, I immediately summoned the soldiers who scattered all over the room to explore the room. I had to arrive at the main tomb as soon as possible while the situation in the deep grave had not yet deteriorated.

Fairy blessed me, when I took everyone out of the Hall of Mourning and walked through a long corridor, what appeared before me was a wider aisle, and the obsidian gate at the end of the corridor.

The stone walls on both sides of the aisle are carved with words and murals as in the mourning hall. Their appearance here means that the main tomb is behind the obsidian door. In this way, the Goths recorded these past events and honors here.

"Everyone is ready to fight," I yelled at the soldiers, "the situation inside can be bad, we may face dozens, or even more resurrection bodies."

"But don't be afraid! I am with you, and fairies are with you! To purify evil, move forward!"

Everyone pulled out their melee weapons, and I turned around and pushed open the door of the main tomb chamber with force.

The main tomb of this tomb is larger than I thought. In front of me are three thick stone pillars, at least half larger than the stone pillars I saw outside!

On the stone pillars, there are braziers hanging on this side near us. Each stone pillar is burning like the chandeliers in the mourning hall.

There are two sets of steps leading to high places in the middle of the left and right stone pillars and the central stone pillar. I didn't count how many levels there were. Just a brief look, I knew that it must be above level 20.

On the roof are stones carved into a dragon-headed battleship, and a brazier is hung under the battleship, illuminating the whole room as bright as daytime.

On both sides of the stairs are coffins arranged regularly. They are either placed horizontally on the ground or like outside, embedded on the stone walls on both sides of the stairs, one next to another, and there are countless of them.

This number just by seeing it makes my scalp numb, not to mention the warriors I brought.

I looked at the soldiers behind me, and everyone was frightened by the scene in front of me. They looked pale and were close to each other, as if this could give them a much-needed sense of security.

What makes me feel relieved is that no one chooses to escape. Although everyone is scared, their faces are as pale as paper and their arms are sore and weak, their steps are still firmly following me.

I led the way up the stairs, and above it was a wider platform. In the middle of the platform was a round raised small platform. There were twelve coffins on the upper left and upper right of the small platform, and there were no one in the lower left and lower right.

It seems that the family's tomb was still filled, and it disappeared immediately after the incident.

But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is the obsidian coffin on the small platform that is larger than other coffins.

It just lay quietly in the center of the small circular platform. If it weren't for the figure next to it, all this could be called tranquility and peace.

It was a tall figure, facing me, wearing a cloth robe, and my face was shrouded in the shadows, making me look down on who he was.

When I arrived, he was holding his right hand high and performing a ceremony. A small storm slowly condensed beside him, and lightning flashed through the void from time to time. This was a manifestation of excessive energy.

"Damn it, stop your evil ritual immediately," I pulled out the Broken Gang and rushed out. No matter what ritual he was performing, he could not complete it.

"Victory is right in front of you, purify all evil!" I rushed to him, swung my sword and slashed it hard, and the power of the evil-breaking slash exploded in the moment of the attack. Time seemed to pause at that moment, and then continued to flow in a more violent posture, and the invisible shock wave suddenly expanded outward from the intersection point.

I flew out along the shock wave, and at the same time I prayed that my sword had the effect it should have.

What made me desperate was that when the smoke and dust raised by the Breaking Evil Slash dissipated, a scarlet semicircular shield appeared in front of me. The sword I just did not hit the hooded man at all, and even this layer of evil shield could not penetrate.

Since I became a knight, this is the first time that the Evil Slayer has returned in vain, and it is still in front of the evil forces.

"Ah, Lord Lancelot, you are here, very good, very good," the hooded man behind the shield, now the hooded man, laughed gloomy and proudly, "That's the first time we have met."

"You rat!" I shouted at him angrily, "Who are you? Why don't you dare show your true face!"

"Ah, that's true. Where did my courtesy go?" He patted his head with his free hand as if he was suddenly enlightened, and then slowly took off his hood.

What appeared in front of me was a very normal face of a middle-aged man, but his sinister eyes and gloomy look destroyed the face that should be very masculine, "I'm glad to see you, Lord Lancelot, I'm Arthur Marston."

I heard his name and showed a shocked and confused expression. I was indeed confused, which seemed to make him happier: "You know me, I think it must be what Old Charlie told you. He is such a good mayor. He is still caring about my whereabouts. Unfortunately, he seems to know nothing about me."

I secretly circulated my magic power and cast a magic trick called detecting magic. This magic trick has no lethality and almost no damage. The only function is to detect all nearby magic effects and the colors they represent.

The result shocked me. I didn't see any purple magic fluorescence on Arthur Marston, which means that he was not controlled by some force, but that it was indeed the case.

"You lied to Old Charlie and everyone in the town, right?" I looked at him coldly, "Where are the militias you deceived?"

"Diet," Arthur laughed smugly when he heard me ask, "They are the first step in my great plan. Thanks to that fool of old Charlie, I successfully gained his trust by just a little act."

"Sadly my plan has not been completed," Arthur shook his head suddenly with regret. "And it's all thanks to you, my dear Mr. Knight, it's your castle that has forced me to speed up the plan, which is quite annoying."

"But it doesn't matter, Mr. Knight, the fog favors me, I succeed, no one of you can stop me."

He let go of the raised hands, stretched out his hands horizontally forward, and chanted rumblingly: "The endless mist surrounds you, and the supreme will protect you. In the name of the Lord of Mist, Strad, and with my tiny flesh as a guide, I command you, the noble priest of the Lord of Mist, Dukanfilati, the times have come, and you will wake up!"

"Wake up, go through the hurdle! The times have come, and you will wake up!"

"Wake up, cross the Kan! The fog is revived, you will wake up!"

"Wake up, cross the Kan! The Lord of God is coming, you will wake up!"

I was holding the broken steel and slashing the shield constantly, trying to break through the scarlet shield and interrupt the damn ritual, but suddenly I heard the name that I had appeared in my dream countless times and I remembered in my life.

"What did you just say!?" I pounced on the shield and shouted at Arthur like a furious injured lion, "Who is your master? Is it Strad?? What organization are you? Answer me! Answer me!"

Arthur just glanced at me and smiled strangely, "It's almost time, knight, our master is coming back."

He left this sentence and his whole body was swallowed by the thick fog that emerged from the coffin. A sound of eating flesh and blood came from the fog. The familiar fog made me even more angry.

"Damn it, Arthur, you answer me," I dropped the Broken Steel and hammered the shield hard with my fist, while shouting, "Did you hear it? You answer me, where exactly Strad is, what do you know."

The sound of eating flesh and blood suddenly disappeared at this moment. The fog was like life and wisdom, and it penetrated into the coffin. I hurriedly looked into the shield, but found that behind the shield was naked and Arthur was gone.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I punched the shield hard, and slowly sat down against the shield. Arthur undoubtedly fulfilled his wish. He dedicated his life to this so-called priest's retreat. I finally got a trace of clue, but immediately disappeared.

Before I could be depressed, the shield suddenly disappeared. The coffin in the center made a bang, and the originally tightly sealed lid was instantly pushed to the sky by some unknown force.

A large stream of mist floated out of the coffin, and they quickly condensed in the air and turned into a shriveled corpse.

The mummy waved his hand slightly, and a ragged robe flew out of its coffin and circled around it. Judging from the glitter of the ragged robe, it would never be as ragged as its appearance.

A thick white mist emerged from the void, floating around the mummy like a hunting dog surrounding his master.

"Finally, after the endless years of sleep, I woke up," it moved its neck slightly and looked at me, "I am the mist priest Dukan, you, knight, I don't know who you are, but the believers who resurrected me told me that you must die."

It stretched out its other hand, and a staff shot from nowhere, and was tightly held in its hand, "Are you ready to face the wrath of the mist priest Dukan and the will of the Supreme Lord Strad!"

"Resurrection, my family believers!" It grinned and raised its staff with its right hand, and then hit the floor hard. "I have woken up, and you and others should also sacrifice their lives for the Lord of Mist!"

A bang bang sounded rapidly. The twenty-four coffins that were originally under the small platform had all been opened, and the ancient warriors inside stood up one after another.

"Now, kill them all with my order!"

Dukan waved the staff in his hand and pointed it at us. The twenty-four resurrected warriors roared and rushed up with their weapons.
Chapter completed!