Chapter 327

Dumbledore had the idea of killing Murphy because of Grindelwald, but Murphy had considered how to get rid of Dumbledore a long time ago.

Blocking inside and outside with the Wall of Saint Peter, creating a cage for a death match, plus a powerhouse at the Grand Shaman level.

This was the configuration Murphy had prepared long ago to deal with Dumbledore; it was the condition he had negotiated after almost marrying into Arkaim.

It's just that the other party now had Grindelwald, and the original two-on-one became two-on-two, but Grindelwald had just been released not long ago and was not in his prime state; with the help of the strange magic of the shamans, he didn't necessarily have no chance of winning.

The pity is that this Maxim was already the last Grand Shaman left in Arkaim—the other two were killed by Murphy.

And another powerhouse at this level in the Soviet Union—Mrs. Yaga—because she felt that Arkaim without the Wall of Saint Peter was no longer so safe, refused to leave the Empress's side no matter what; otherwise, three against two, this battle would be much easier.

But even so, this was the best opportunity to kill Dumbledore at present.

The next instant, Murphy turned into a demon form, his whole body wreathed in electric fire, black energy rising.

Exactly the same as how he looked in the eyes of the believer controlled by the Holy Mother portrait.

And countless Lightning Crows flew out from behind him, building seven or eight small antenna arrays in the air; he would use this to modulate magic power, so that he could get rid of the magic blockade of Grand Shaman Maxim and increase his side's advantage.

After doing all this, he looked at Dumbledore.

"Professor, the scenery here is not bad. Stay."

……

And just at the moment the Wall of Saint Peter unfolded on the white cliff.

Somewhere underground, in a dilapidated confessional, the priest wearing a crown of thorns rose from a high-backed chair.

He pushed open the door and came to a huge underground hall.

The hall was as wide as a football field and extended extremely far like a tunnel; in the center of the front of the hall, a nearly five-meter-high marble Holy Mother statue was covered in dust; she lowered her eyebrows and eyes, her hands spread out, overlooking the entire space like a merciful mother.

On the ground, countless stone coffins were arranged neatly, with as many as a hundred of them.

The thorn priest knelt in front of the Holy Mother statue, "May the merciful spirit guide the lost lambs, and let the holy knights be reborn through this."

As soon as his voice fell, a priest also wearing a black robe walked over from the other end of the hall holding a censer; rolling white smoke poured out from the small censer in his hand, and behind him followed a hundred people walking shakily; they were like walking corpses, yet they were chanting scriptures uniformly.

The black-robed priest brought them to those stone coffins; following that, those stone coffins vibrated one after another, and bone arms reached out from them; those bone hands pushed open the coffin lids, and then, a black smoke diffused from the stone coffins, wrapping the people standing blankly beside them, and suddenly pulled them into the coffins.

The next moment, countless screams sounded in the hall, and at the same time, there were extremely terrible roars and chewing sounds.

Blood seeped from the bottom of the stone coffins, and the hall was filled with a pungent fishy smell.

Before long, the sounds gradually disappeared, and the stone coffins opened again, and knights wearing pitch-black armor crawled out from them.

The thorn priest looked at all this excitedly, "The resurrection mass has been completed; the great spirit, the holy knights have returned again, and will wipe out the oath-breakers for you, just like three hundred years ago."

After he finished speaking, he knelt in front of the Holy Mother statue again, "Please guide their direction."

The huge Holy Mother statue vibrated, and then, her merciful and peaceful voice filled the entire hall, "Arkaim. Kill the 'Prophet'!"

……

Arkaim, Spring Palace.

"What is the commandment after entering the mausoleum, Your Majesty?" Mrs. Yaga sat at the table, with several ancient books spread out in front of her.

"Do not see, do not speak, do not listen," the Empress said.

"After the Gate of Rebirth opens, how many steps are there to the kneeling place?"

"..." Sophia's gaze looked at a crow by the window.

It was walking around proudly, and it seemed there was no problem.

Suddenly, the crow flapped its wings and flew to another tower tip.

Her gaze shifted along its direction to the horizon, where there was a cloud like a feather.

She frowned, looking at the cloud in a daze.

"Your Majesty!"

"What?" The Empress was startled.

"After the Gate of Rebirth opens, how many steps to walk to the kneeling place?" Mrs. Yaga repeated.

"Uh... six steps? Or eight steps?" The Empress said uncertainly.

"It's seven steps, then take one step back," Mrs. Yaga said, "Your Majesty, you are distracted."

"This ancestor festival is the first grand festival since you succeeded to the throne; all the wizards of Arkaim will be watching you; any step cannot have a single mistake," Mrs. Yaga said in a deep voice, "you'd better engrave all the steps in your mind... especially the steps after entering the mausoleum; that place is both the most sacred place and extremely dangerous; any mistake could lead to you being trapped there forever!"

"Sorry, Mrs. Yaga." The Empress still looked a little absent-minded.

Mrs. Yaga stared at her, and after a good while, sighed, "Alright, we'll review it later. Before those little birds turn into lightning and disappear or turn into a man, you probably won't be able to listen to anything."

The Empress was a little embarrassed, but soon said: "I heard that his opponent is the greatest wizard in Britain; some people say he is even more powerful than the Grand Shaman; do you know that Mr. Dumbledore?"

"I know; that's not a simple character; perhaps even harder to deal with than Alexei or Felipe. Moreover, the other party also has helpers."

"Then... can he win?"

"Possibly," Mrs. Yaga said, "but even if he can't kill the other party, he can leave at any time. I just hope he won't lose the Holy Wall."

The Empress sighed, "If only I could communicate with spirits. But since meeting him, my precognition ability seems to have failed."

"Prophecy and divination are originally peeking into the mysteries of time; failure is a common occurrence; rather, it is abnormal that you were often able to succeed in the past," Mrs. Yaga said, "Alright, can you take your mind back now and listen to me, an old woman, tell you about the festival? Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty?"

The Empress seemed not to have heard her words; she looked blankly at the horizon, "Mrs. Yaga, is there any bonfire party today?"

"What?" Mrs. Yaga didn't understand.

"Smoke," the Empress looked at the horizon; she stood up abruptly and came to the window, looking out, "It's on fire! There's a fire somewhere in the city... no, that direction is... the Ancestral Mausoleum, the Sacred Forest! The Sacred Forest is on fire!"

Just at this moment, a scream suddenly came from outside.

Immediately after, someone seemed to shout not far away, "Who is it?!"

The next moment, a huge and urgent bell rang, and it didn't stop.

Several explosions seemed to have occurred in the palace; the Empress felt the ground under her feet vibrate a few times.

"Invasion!" The Empress stood on the windowsill, looking at the thick smoke in the distance, suddenly feeling a bone-chilling cold, "Someone has invaded Arkaim!"

(End of chapter)