Chapter 233 Storm Apostle

233: Storm Apostle

Before the outer city was breached, the main hall of the royal palace!

call!

Bantu gasped, looking at the gem that had turned from pitch black to crimson due to being filled with blood.

At this time, his body was as dry as a dead tree that had withered for a hundred years, but in his old eyes, there was a madness that was more intense than the magma in the volcano!

From the moment the Storm Empire was established on this land more than 70,000 years ago.

Members of the Habsburg family are burdened with a curse that cannot be broken!

This curse will not only devour the subject's flesh and blood all the time, but will also turn the subject into a beast with only the instinct to kill after death!

In order to prevent these killing machines from destroying the foundation of the Habsburg family's rule.

Also in order to leave a back-up for the descendants of the Habsburg family who would die with the enemy.

The founding emperor of the Empire of Storms embraced his own curse and made a deal with the source of the curse, the undead lord Sieg Galorun.

He sacrificed all the warriors who followed him into the city of Marseille to the Lord of the Undead, Zig Galloran, and asked his successors to send all the dead Hasselsburg clansmen to the Land of the Undead. In the city of Araxay!

In return, the Lord of the Undead also sealed the projection of Araxay, the city of the undead, in an annihilation gem and gave it to the first generation Habsburg!

As long as the descendants of Habsburg believe that the current crisis cannot be resolved, they can sacrifice their own blood and soul to activate the projection in this annihilation gem and bring the city of the undead, Araxay, back into reality!

At that time, the undead who have accumulated in the City of the Dead for more than 70,000 years will come to this world and destroy all living creatures within the range of perception, including members of the Habsburg family. !

"It's you calling me."

A majestic voice sounded in the hall, and with this voice, a majestic city projection also appeared in Bantu Habsburg's sight!

"It's...ahem...it's me."

"Why are you calling me? From the day you came to the throne and heard this secret, haven't you hated my existence?"

Listening to the questions from Araxai, the City of the Undead, Bantu smiled, but his smile was full of hostility!

"No! I have never hated you, that's hatred!"

"I hate everyone including you, including my ancestor, the so-called Storm God!"

When he said this, the expression on Bantu's face suddenly became miserable.

"No, you can't be considered a human being yet. You are just a ruin made of stones and bones that should have been destroyed long ago and deserved to die ten thousand times!"

"If you hate me so much, why do you still summon me? Don't you know the price of doing so?"

"How could I not know! I personally sent my wife (who is also his sister), my daughter, and my father there, how could I not know!"

Bantu covered his face with his withered palms, as if crying, but his eyes could no longer shed even a little tear!

"If you know it well, why do you still do this? I don't understand."

The projection of Araxai, the city of the undead, trembles, as if thinking.

"You don't need to understand, you just need to follow that damn contract, come to this world, and spread as much as you like!"

"Come on! Swallow me! Swallow me and you can come!"

Bantu Habsburg used his last strength to roar, and then a black light lit up on his body.

That is a soul that has been eroded by the curse for one hundred and seventy-three years!

Buzz buzz...

The projection of Araxai, the city of the undead, shook, and then a powerful suction force was generated, sucking in Bantu's soul, tearing it to pieces and absorbing it effortlessly.

There was a low bang.

Bantu's withered body instantly turned into powder, floating in the hall.

…

Marseille, Tower of Storms.

Sensing the changes in the hall, Crowell sighed lightly.

"Your Majesty, your descendants have not escaped the curse after all. He... eh..."

After a moment, Crowell seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the disk in the center of the tower with relief and stroked the ancient formation carved on the disk!

"But this is good. At least your descendants will no longer have to bear the erosion of this curse. The world will also understand how many sacrifices you made for this world 70,000 years ago."

"As for me... I can also take off this burden and meet you in the spirit world."

As he spoke, Crowell mobilized his own magic power and poured it into the disk in front of him, communicating the huge divine power contained in it!

A light blue light lit up in the space at the top of the tower. The next moment, the entire magic tower was instantly activated. In the inner wall of the pagoda, the light blue magic circuit was winding like a dragon!

In the past 70,000 years, in order to prevent the descendants of the Habsburg family from losing the power of the Storm God, the first generation of Habsburg.

Crowell has been consuming his own divinity to make up for the shortfall.

This consumption was 70,000 years, which caused his strength to drop from the ninth level of the god level to the second level of the god level!

Now that the last member of the Habsburg family has sacrificed himself, no one in the world except Cromwell can use the power left in this tower by the God of Storms.

At this point, it is meaningless to keep this magic tower that is destined to be destroyed.

After thinking of this, Crowell closed his eyes dejectedly.

"Your Majesty! Please allow your servant to borrow your power and let the offender witness the glory of thunder!"

After that, the entire magic tower suddenly erupted with extremely strong vibrations.

But this vibration only lasted for a moment, and then returned to calm.

A series of violent energy rushed into Crowell's body along his palm.

In an instant, his strength was restored to the seventh stage of the God level.

After more than ten seconds, the magic circuit on the disc dimmed.

However, this is not because the energy contained in it has been drained, but because Crowell has recovered to his peak state and can no longer extract the power contained in it.

Clang!

Crowell opened his eyes.

Instantly, the void was electrified and thunder roared on the ground!

The entire city of Marseilles was flashing with dazzling blue light!

...

Sensing the strangeness of the city beneath her feet, Tyrande suddenly felt an endless sense of crisis in her heart!

Driven by this sense of crisis, Tyrande subconsciously shouted in her consciousness space, asking the army in the city to evacuate quickly!

But before she could make any move, a strong hand was placed on her shoulder.

"Don't panic."