Catastrophic necromancer

Chapter 3143: New Task, Fulfilling a General’s Last Wish

Lin Moyu walked on and off. On the third day of entering the high-level area, he finally arrived at his destination. His position overlapped with the task marker on the seal.

This area had no ancient trees or dense forests. It was located on top of a high mountain. The mountaintop seemed to have been flattened, leaving a flat area.

This flattened mountaintop wasn’t very large, less than a thousand meters front to back, oval-shaped.

The flat mountaintop was barren, the ground showing a strange black-purple color.

Lin Moyu could feel a powerful force surrounding this area.

In the center of the ground was a grave.

Based on previous experience, this task should be related to this grave.

Lin Moyu descended, standing in front of the tombstone.

Words were carved on the tombstone. After countless years, these words had worn somewhat, but were still recognizable.

The words were in prehistoric script, somewhat different from modern writing.

Fortunately, Lin Moyu had seen prehistoric writing in materials. At his level, learning a language was just a matter of moments.

Compared to talisman formations and the like, things like writing were child’s play.

Looking at the tombstone, Lin Moyu muttered, “Divine Rune Army, Ninth Legion Commander, Fifth-Grade General Yu.”

This was the grave of a fifth-grade general. Unfortunately, the part that should have been his name had disappeared.

It seemed to have been deliberately erased. Who erased it didn’t need to be said to be guessed.

The being who created this Ancient Battle Secret Realm obviously didn’t want later generations to know this general’s name.

From entering the Ancient Battle Secret Realm and joining the Divine Rune Army, Lin Moyu had already realized.

That creator, evolving this Ancient Battle Secret Realm, wanted later generations to know that in prehistoric times, there was a force called the Divine Rune Army that had fought a world-shaking battle against the Bloody Legion from the Blood Rat Realm.

But at the same time, he didn’t want people to easily know.

He set rules here, prohibiting sound, burying much information. To know more, one needed to excavate for oneself and continuously raise one’s military rank.

Lin Moyu could understand why this was done.

Many things don’t need to be told to irrelevant people.

He was selecting, choosing people qualified to know history, and then…

What the other party’s final purpose was, Lin Moyu hadn’t guessed. He had only guessed the cause, not the consequence.

Examining the tombstone, “Fifth-grade general, if the classification isn’t wrong, should be seventh-level Dao Venerable.”

“But it’s also possible he was eighth-level Dao Venerable. His realm might have risen but his military rank hadn’t had time to increase.”

“If sixth-level Dao Venerable, it probably wouldn’t work. This is the high-level area, sixth-level Dao Venerables can’t come here.”

The rules of the entire ancient battlefield had extremely clear levels and ranks.

Except for anomalies like himself, almost everyone had to obey these rules.

He reached out his hand, touching the tombstone.

A vast ancient aura transmitted from his fingertips.

Lin Moyu was suddenly startled, “This tombstone isn’t evolved by rules, it’s real.”

“It has stood from prehistoric times until now, without collapsing or being damaged. It’s truly a miracle.”

Traces from prehistoric times that could be preserved until now were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

This tombstone was absolutely such a rare existence.

Its significance was extraordinary, not just a simple tombstone. Its material, how it could endure such ages without damage, the power contained within, were all directions worth researching.

Lin Moyu suddenly realized something, “The tombstone is prehistoric, what about the grave?”

The tombstone and grave should be one entity, possibly also relics from prehistoric times.

At this time, the tombstone suddenly lit up, emitting a soft light enveloping Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu’s general seal automatically flew out, slowly rotating in mid-air.

The tombstone seemed to be confirming identity, determining if Lin Moyu was qualified.

Lin Moyu was now a seventh-grade general. Although not high, he was at least a general.

After a few seconds, identity confirmation ended. The tombstone’s light receded, and a message naturally transmitted over.

[Enter the grave to fulfill the general’s last wish. Complete for rewards, fail for punishment.]

The task was triggered. Lin Moyu sensed some movement in the grave behind the tombstone.

Going around the tombstone, he saw an entrance appear on the grave, with ten downward passages behind the entrance.

Lin Moyu entered the grave, going down along a passage.

After just a couple steps, the entrance closed silently, and the grave became pitch black.

Darkness had no effect on cultivators like Lin Moyu.

But Lin Moyu didn’t like complete darkness. He waved out a ball of undying flame behind him for illumination.

The undying flame emitted a gray light, illuminating an area. Lin Moyu’s face appeared with the gray light. Combined with the environment here, it looked somewhat eerie.

Having long dealt with skeletons, hell, and the undead, Lin Moyu felt nothing from mere eeriness.

Let alone entering a grave, even truly stepping into hell would hardly change Lin Moyu’s expression.

Soon Lin Moyu reached the end of the passage. The length of this passage surprised Lin Moyu a bit. The entire passage wasn’t even fifty meters long, seeming rather short.

Before him was a large door. Lin Moyu tried reaching out to push it.

When his hand touched the door, before he could exert force, the door automatically opened.

A gust of cold air hit his face. Where Lin Moyu stood quickly frosted over.

“The temperature is quite low.”

Lin Moyu didn’t mind at all. Behind the door was another passage, with steps continuously extending downward.

This passage was extremely long, its end disappearing into darkness, as if leading to an icy hell.

“Now this is more like it!”

Lin Moyu chuckled lightly. He didn’t enter directly.

The entrance area had no problems, but the passage before him was problematic.

The light emitted by the undying flame was swallowed by darkness, unable to illuminate the darkness in the passage.

And the cold in the passage seemed somewhat strange, containing powerful force, not ordinary cold.

It could be predicted that this passage certainly wasn’t safe.

A fifth-grade general’s grave wasn’t so easy to break into.

Only by passing through this passage would one be qualified to truly enter the interior of the grave.

Lin Moyu had roughly judged that this general’s grave had become one with the entire mountain, using the mountain as a grave.

Having come this far, even if there was danger, he could only go forward. Lin Moyu wouldn’t retreat, but he had to consider how to proceed.

Five skeleton generals appeared, entering the passage with the sound of bones rubbing.

Lin Moyu didn’t let the skeleton generals fly, but had them go down along the steps.

Then, Lin Moyu sent out a second batch, a third batch…

Five in each batch, ten batches in total, each batch spaced at intervals, running down the steps simultaneously.

The skeleton generals weren’t slow. Soon the first batch disappeared into the darkness.

Even Lin Moyu’s eyesight couldn’t see clearly into the darkness below the passage.

Lin Moyu connected to the skeleton generals’ vision, while also activating Undead Eye.

Under Undead Eye, the passage interior was empty, seemingly nothing there.

The vision was completely dark, all light swallowed, equally unable to see anything.

Suddenly, Lin Moyu’s connection with the skeleton generals was cut off.

The skeleton generals had died…

They died very suddenly, silently, in an instant.

Then the second batch, the third batch…

Batch after batch of skeleton generals died without interruption. In the blink of an eye, all ten batches of skeleton generals were completely dead.