Catastrophic necromancer

Chapter 1371: Ancient Image, Damned Curiosity

The battle never ceased, and the souls never perished. Under the illumination of the undying flames, the soul fires of these warriors had never extinguished over countless years.

The light on the stone stele gradually dimmed, and just as it was about to disappear, a final wisp of red light flew into Lin Moyu’s body. The red light was so fast that Lin Moyu had no time to react.

The red light drilled directly into his body and then disappeared.

Lin Moyu’s body suddenly felt lighter, as if some restriction had vanished.

Then, his body automatically floated in mid-air.

“Can I fly now?”

Lin Moyu realized that the restriction on flying in this world had disappeared for him.

With a slight thought, Lin Moyu understood that it was because he had colored the characters on the stone stele.

The swamp was a grave, and the stone stele was actually a tombstone.

Coloring the inscriptions on the tombstone was a form of respect for the deceased.

Lin Moyu, guided by a sudden inspiration, completed these actions and was recognized.

Lin Moyu bowed slightly to the tombstone. Regardless of the reasons for the ancient war, it had nothing to do with him.

Right and wrong, good and evil, were irrelevant to him. Separated by countless ages, there was no need to dwell on these matters.

Lin Moyu was merely moved by the images he saw, impressed by the soldiers’ spirit and the general’s self-sacrifice.

Their unwavering loyalty to their master, even in death, waiting for their master’s return for billions of years, deeply touched him.

After considering all this, Lin Moyu bowed slightly to the tombstone.

Coloring the inscriptions earlier was also an act from the heart.

After completing all this, Lin Moyu looked into the distance.

In that direction, the Death Knights had discovered another giant swamp.

There was no need to say it; there must be another tombstone in the swamp.

Lin Moyu transformed into a stream of light and shot towards it.

On the way, he released more Death Knights, who ran across the vast land, searching for more giant swamps.

From the previous images, it was clear that the First Army consisted of 100 squads.

After the general sacrificed himself, all 100 squads returned. This meant that there would be 100 giant swamps in the Nether Swamp. Xu Qingyang’s soul should be hidden in one of these giant swamp tombstones. Fortunately, he could now fly, which made the search much more convenient and faster.

A stream of light flew across the gray-black world, with the scenery below quickly disappearing from sight.

Soon, Lin Moyu arrived at the second swamp and rushed directly towards it.

A few seconds later, Lin Moyu stopped in front of a huge tombstone.

“Nether Legion, First Army, Eighth Squad’s Tomb.”

The tombstone was inscribed with characters, changing from the third squad to the eighth squad.

After carefully observing and confirming that Xu Qingyang’s soul was not in the tombstone, Lin Moyu used his soul to activate the tombstone.

With a slight tremor, a large amount of black and red liquid gushed from the base of the tombstone.

Lin Moyu repeated the process, using his fingers as a pen to color the inscriptions on the tombstone.

Coloring the inscriptions was a form of respect for the deceased.

Lin Moyu colored steadily and evenly.

One large character after another was dyed black and red.

The soul sensed the smell of blood; the black and red liquid was the essence blood of ancient powerful warriors.

When all the characters were colored, the tombstone emitted a red light, shooting straight into the sky, just like before.

Lin Moyu once again saw the previous images, with no difference.

However, the images could not be stopped, and Lin Moyu had to watch patiently. Fortunately, it only took two minutes.

But at the end of the images, the scene changed.

The general of the First Army, with his undying heroic spirit, stood proudly between heaven and earth, his voice like thunder.

“The burial ground, illuminated by the undying flames, awaits the master’s return to fight the stars again!”

The flesh and blood responded, surging into the sky.

The previous images ended here, but now, there was a continuation.

The sky suddenly tore open, as if someone had forcibly ripped it apart. Lin Moyu even heard the tearing sound.

The images stopped abruptly and disappeared.

Lin Moyu couldn’t help but feel curious. Who tore the sky? Was it an enemy chasing them?

How would the general, now just a heroic spirit, and the warriors, now turned into blood mud, respond?

Without thinking, Lin Moyu continued to the next giant swamp.

Perhaps the answer lay in the next tombstone.

One swamp after another was discovered, and tombstones were found.

Lin Moyu continuously colored the inscriptions on the tombstones, repeatedly seeing the ancient images.

He found that each tombstone’s recorded images varied in length.

Some were as short as twenty seconds, only recording the moment the warriors returned.

The longer ones stopped after the sky tore open, never showing what happened next. Although he had some guesses, guesses were just guesses and not necessarily correct.

Gradually, Lin Moyu discovered a pattern. The higher the squad number on the tombstone, the more complete the recorded images. Moreover, the higher the squad number, the deeper the tombstone was in the land, closer to the center.

After repeated confirmations, he found this to be true.

This also pointed Lin Moyu in the right direction. The squad numbers served as the best guide; he just needed to head towards the higher numbers.

There were a total of 100 squads, numbered from 1 to 100.

Curiosity grew heavier, and Lin Moyu became more eager to know what happened next.

At the same time, he continued searching for Xu Qingyang, not knowing which tombstone hid his soul. So, it didn’t matter where he searched; the probability was the same, and it was all a matter of luck.

Two days later, Lin Moyu arrived at a tombstone.

The tombstone looked no different from the previous ones, except for the number on the inscription.

“Nether Legion, First Army, Eighty-Second Squad’s Tomb.”

“This is the thirty-sixth tombstone. I hope there will be some new discoveries.”

Skillfully activating the tombstone, coloring the inscriptions, and watching the recorded images.

After watching nearly identical images thirty-six times, there was finally some progress this time.

After the sky tore open, two giant hands reached in.

The two hands clasped together, as if holding an invisible crack in the sky, and then pulled hard.

With a tearing sound, the crack in the sky instantly expanded countless times.

The general’s heroic spirit raised his battle knife and roared.

The images stopped again and disappeared. Lin Moyu couldn’t help but sigh, “This skill of keeping people in suspense is really impressive.”

Curiosity was piqued again and again, but he never got the real answer. This feeling was quite unpleasant.

As the red light gradually dimmed, just as Lin Moyu was about to leave, his eyes suddenly focused. He saw an object at the base of the tombstone.

After the red light from the tombstone faded, the black and red blood at the base receded like a tide, revealing a large area of blood mud.

The object was finally exposed, lying at the base of the tombstone, half-buried in the blood mud.

It was clearly something that didn’t belong to the Nether Swamp. Lin Moyu reached out and absorbed it into his palm.

The object was stained with black and red blood. Lin Moyu wiped it clean.

It was a rectangular box, only the size of a palm, very delicate, looking like a woman’s item.

It had been hidden at the base of the tombstone, only revealed after he finished coloring the inscriptions and watching the images.

Lin Moyu pushed the box a hundred meters away and then opened it from a distance.

A silver light shot out from the box, like a sharp sword, straight into the sky!