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Han Zhan stopped in his tracks.
The others still didn’t know what had happened. From their perspective, they only saw Han Zhan suddenly stop his actions, then stand there motionless.
Just when Zhan Ning thought Han Zhan was possessed by so evil spirit and planned to take action, Han Zhan moved.
He waved his hand again, and the sand and debris caused by the collapse on the ground began to slowly gather with Han Zhan’s gestures, forming the shape of a gigantic picture fra before everyone’s eyes.
These virtual particles could only be seen through the talent of the Nuwa Stone of Heavenly Origin, so Han Zhan thought of a simple and crude thod.
To display the scene that only he could see to everyone else.
Not just a picture fra.
As Han Zhan gradually controlled the sand, a vivid 3D figure began to be outlined, appearing right in the center of the picture fra.
"This is..."
Because it was a one-to-one replica, Zhan Ning looked at the man appearing in the picture fra and spoke with a hint of disbelief in his voice.
"It’s Quinti." Yu Lian spoke a na. "Tier Seven Punishnt Knight, once a core knight of the Sun Never Sets Knight Order, died on the Slaughter Battlefield."
Quinti had been dead for at least fifty years, having perished in battle after the last Slaughter Battlefield opened.
Han Zhan couldn’t possibly have t Quinti, let alone depict Quinti’s appearance, details, and attire so vividly.
So from this, it could be judged that this was indeed the "sothing" at the bottom of the mine, the special things that only Han Zhan could see.
"Are there more?"
The Fallen Knight’s expression was much calr as he spoke.
"Yes, and there’s plenty more."
If it were just a picture fra and a figure, it would be enough to shock Han Zhan. But in his view, the originally spacious mine bottom was now crowded.
Each picture fra corresponded to a person.
As Han Zhan raised his hand again, these figures vividly reappeared before everyone’s eyes.
"Sanglia, Dora, Nopson..." Zhan Ning uttered a few nas, but soon, the people appearing afterward beca completely unfamiliar.
Not just Zhan Ning, Yu Lian also shook her head, indicating she didn’t recognize them.
At this mont, the Fallen Knight spoke.
"These are the batch of Punishnt Knights who died a hundred years ago."
A hundred years ago? Zhan Ning and Yu Lian exchanged glances, increasingly unable to understand the secrets hidden deep in this mine.
If not for Han Zhan, this secret could have remained hidden even longer.
Han Zhan didn’t speak; he just silently played the role of a toolman, restoring and reconstructing the people in each picture fra.
Zhan Ning and Yu Lian spoke less.
The Fallen Knight spoke more.
His warhorse let out several loud snorts and shook its neck.
"Three hundred years ago, Deputy Commander of the Knight Order, Tier Eight Judgnt Knight, Xia Di."
"Five hundred years ago, Deputy Commander of the Knight Order, Tier Eight Judgnt Knight, Mondis."
"..."
In the end, only the voice of the Fallen Knight remained, echoing from below the abyss, resonating throughout the whole mine.
To the other three, it sounded eerie and creepy.
Until the end, the Fallen Knight stood in front of the last person in the picture fra, he quietly looked at the human figure restored by the soil within the fra, eyes beneath a pitch-black heavy helt burning with a haunting light.
"We et again."
The Fallen Knight didn’t ntion his na as before, only saying this vague sentence and then fell silent.
The remaining three looked at each other, not knowing what to do next.
"Bob."
"I am here, Lord Fallen Knight."
"Earlier, you said that injecting spiritual power will convert them from virtual particles to entities, right?"
"Yes." Han Zhan nodded slightly.
From the way the Fallen Knight asked, was he planning to use the thod of injecting spiritual power to resurrect these dead knights?
Han Zhan’s heart skipped a beat.
Regardless of the exact count, from the nas and realms of the knights spoken by the Fallen Knight, there were at least dozens of Tier Seven and over ten Tier Eight. If they were all resurrected, wouldn’t the Sun Never Sets Knight Order beco invincible?
While Han Zhan had these concerns, Zhan Ning and Yu Lian, not being fools, also thought of the sa thing.
Unlike Han Zhan’s worries, their eyes lit up.
Sure enough, in the next second, the soil beneath the Fallen Knight’s warhorse suddenly turned as black as ink. The ink, as if possessing life, spread out in all directions.
Just like when Han Zhan and the others fought the chanical Giant earlier.
This ink, filled with a dense fallen aura, would engulf the virtual particles upon contact as if drinking deeply.
In a mont, the "puppets" originally ford by the sand and debris began cracking on the surface, with sand falling off.
From the falling sand, human skin and flesh began to solidify and appear!
From void to solid, from death to life!
"They’re alive?!"
"They’re really alive!"
Zhan Ning and Yu Lian stared in amazent at this scene, almost shattering their understanding and greatly impacting their minds.
No, not alive. Unlike Zhan Ning and Yu Lian, Han Zhan could clearly sense that the transformation process from virtual particles to real particles had nothing to do with life and death.
The puppets that awakened soon verified Han Zhan’s hypothesis.
The Tier Seven Punishnt Knight, closest to the Fallen Knight and absorbing the most fallen aura, was the first to co back to life.
The sand on his whole surface fell off, not only revealing flesh and blood but also the clothes and weapons he had at the mont of his death, perfectly restored.
This resurrected Punishnt Knight first looked down at his hands, and then at the broken spear stuck in the ground beside him.
Then, he pulled up the broken spear and, in public view, rapidly thrust it toward the Fallen Knight’s back.
The Fallen Knight had his back turned to him.
Faced with such an attack, it was too late to turn around and parry.
He made no movent. It was only when the resurrected Tier Seven Punishnt Knight was within an inch of the Fallen Knight that the spear he held began to rot.
Along with his hand gripping the spear, his clothes, his flesh and bones, all began to fill with the aura of decay.
Then, in the blink of an eye, it turned into a pile of black ashes, falling at the horse’s feet, consud by a mass of pitch-black flas.
"Dead?" The Fallen Knight’s voice sounded again.
Han Zhan was startled at first, then realized the question was directed at him. He quickly activated the Nuwa Stone to sense again, then nodded.
"Dead."
"Completely dead," Han Zhan added.
...
A similar scene was also happening a thousand miles away within the Anti-Xia Alliance. They too had entered a mine, venturing underground.
At the forefront was a woman with a large sword on her back, dressed in a black and white Sword Dao outfit, leading the group.
"Stop."
She halted, then looked towards the void before her.
"We’ve arrived at the ’Historical’ imprint ground."
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