Type Moon: Me! Magic King! I Want To Marry Timmy!

Chapter 172 The King Of Fakes, The King Of Undead!

Having said that, Belsac took Marne and the Lion King to the depths of the cemetery.

There is an altar in the depths, and Belsac stepped forward and touched the organ, opening a passage leading to the ground.

"This is the Holy Sepulchre, and it is also the place where the resurrection ceremony is held. You can find your things here, but before going down, I have something to ask you."

Marne and the Lion King looked at the calm little old man, only to see him sigh slightly and say:

"Our family has been tasked with completing the resurrection ceremony for generations, and my lineage is the guardian of the ceremony. Generation after generation, master to disciple, disciple to disciple, guarding this cemetery in the capital again and again."

"We have witnessed the rise and fall of this earth altar, and witnessed the birth, old age, sickness and death of a clan. We are not only guarding this cemetery, but also guarding a clan, so that the ten clans will not be disturbed by the undead that breed here.

"Although it was just a ridiculous illusion in the end, there are also inseparable feelings here, so, if so, I hope you can get rid of the soul inside.

"It is close to undead, threatening the safety of this village, and as long as it is terminated, the yin energy here will slowly dissipate, the undead will no longer breed, and the mission of our lineage of grave guards can be put down .”

When Marne heard this, she was a little in awe.

No matter what the mission of this family is, this little old man, or these past generations of grave guards, are a group of respectable people.

Regardless of ceremonies or not, they stayed away from the crowd for generations and guarded this cemetery alone, only for the safety of the village, silently guarding the water and soil of this side.

"Don't worry, we will definitely solve the problem with that thing." Marne immediately patted his chest and promised.

In fact, even if Belsac didn't say that with the Lion King here, it's impossible for Marne to let a dangerous existence go, leaving any threat to the village.

Seeing this, Belsack nodded and took the lead into the underground passage.

The three of them came to the ground, it was a tomb, it was very gloomy, there was obviously nothing scary, but just standing here, one could feel a penetrating chill.

There is a countertop in the middle of the tomb, and a locked boy is quietly placed on it.

That was the sealed dress of Rungomignard, which sealed Rungomignard in order to prevent the holy gun from being reduced in its own mystique in the future when the mystery faded away.

It has to be said that this was the only thing Morgan did right in this matter, and it was her method that allowed this holy gun to be preserved so far, and its power has not diminished in the slightest.

Belsac took it off now and handed it to the two of them.

Marne took it and checked it, seeing that the simulated personality above hadn't awakened yet, so he didn't care too much, and directly collected it into his king's treasure.

Boom~!

The moment Marne put away the Holy Lance, the tomb vibrated instantly, as if something had noticed the disappearance of the Holy Lance, and got angry because of it.

"Here it is, it's that undead.||!" Belsac's complexion changed, reminding him.

The next moment, terrifying dead air spewed out, rushing towards the three of them like a wave.

Marne and the Lion King are completely fine, one of them has divine protection, the other has endless protection, and they are not afraid of low-level negative auras like death energy at all.

But Belsac couldn't do it anymore. He was hit on the spot and was eaten by this massive amount of death energy. His body trembled instantly, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression became ferocious.

"Purification!"

At the critical moment, it was still Marne who reacted, and shot a white light with a wave, covering Belsac's body, dispelling the dead energy on him.

Then Marne frowned slightly and said, "It's dangerous here, you'd better go up and wait for the news."

He still underestimated that undead a little bit, even the necromancer Belsac was instantly eaten by its dead energy, he was not so strong.

"I'll leave it to you." Belsac nodded, knowing that he couldn't help much, and staying would only slow him down, so he hurried back the same way and exited the tomb.

After Belsac left, Marne and the Lion King looked at each other, drew out their weapons, and looked warily at the innermost throne in the tomb.

I saw the death energy churning, and then suddenly condensed, forming a black figure on the throne.

The figure has the same face as the Lion King, but its height is different. It is only about 1.5 meters, without hair, and a pair of black eyes are lifeless, with a faint wisp of will-o'-the-wisp inside.

This is the ghost summoned by Morgan, a fake King Arthur.

It was sitting on the throne in a daze, with a pair of ghost eyes staring at the two, no, it should be Marne.

"Tsk, even now you're still pretending, and you're not pretending at all. Isn't this clearly telling others the difference between you and the real thing?"

Marne pouted, complaining about the appearance of the undead.

"."Return the things, return them!"

A hoarse and icy voice came out of the undead's mouth, and then it stood up, floating and waving its hands to attack Marne.

Marne didn't hesitate, he held the Tang Dao tightly with both hands and slashed straight up.

Pfft~!

"ah!!!"

With the sound of a long knife piercing the flesh, the ghost immediately screamed.

Marne's Tang Dao is his favorite weapon, the Zanpakuto, which specializes in killing spirits, and has a super special attack bonus for damage to spirits.

Seeing the sharpness of the chopping knife, Guiying quickly backed away, took a break, and rushed towards the lion field again.

But seeing the holy spear in the hands of the Lion King, he stopped suddenly.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while, Ghost Shadow looked at the two of them, wanted to make a move, but found helplessly that both of them were very difficult, and they had weapons against (Li's) them.

On the other hand, Marne put away the Holy Lance of the Sealing Dress, empty-handed.

Damn it! How can I fight?!

Are you two still bullying?!

Damn! Put down your weapons if you have the ability! Let's fight with bare hands!

Of course, this is impossible, Marne won't talk about martial arts with it.

Just take advantage of its illness and kill it! Holding the Tang Dao, he rushed up, chasing this undead was like a violent beating.

Facing two perverts who were immune to their own attacks and had weapons aimed at themselves, Ghosting could only be beaten passively and fled in all directions.

But it's a pity that it can't leave this tomb, and it can't escape anywhere.

"Damn it! You forced me to do this! Go to hell with me!"

Ghost Ying was put into a desperate situation, and ghost energy erupted from his body.

 …

The cemetery exploded!

......To be continued.......