The fight broke out again. Buzuliano could ignore the Dark Knight and despise the giant skeleton. The huge scythe was not slower than Buzuliano's swing, and there was magic attached to the scythe, so he swung it rapidly. Waves of black smoke are emitted from time to time. Even if it is blown by the smoke, black spots will appear on Buzureano's silver-white fur, and it will take a while to return to its original state.
An Fei was not idle either. It seemed that Anacita had regarded An Fei as an unpredictable variable, so An Fei received special care. One after another bone spears were fired at An Fei from three directions. , the dark knights rushing over from Buzuliano surrounded An Fei. An Fei relies on speed. His own ability to resist blows cannot be compared with those swordsmen and knights protected by fighting spirit. For a while, he can't spare the energy to think about Susanna's changes.
Susanna's strength suddenly increased greatly, and she could almost compete with the top experts. She was even able to barely withstand the attack of the super-level creature Ghost Dragon. Although she was injured, it was enough to prove that her power had fundamentally changed. But maybe it was because of the mutual conflict between the elements. The ghost dragon seemed to be a little afraid of Susanna who had grown light wings. It flapped its bone wings and flew high into the sky, always keeping a certain distance from Susanna, and just kept attacking downwards with magic.
What is even more difficult to understand is that if she fought with a strong enemy in the past, no matter how difficult her opponent was, as long as An Fei also joined the battle group, she would definitely devote some energy to paying attention to An Fei until there was reason to confirm. Only when An Fei is safe will she fight wholeheartedly. But now she never looked at An Fei. Her eyes were full of hatred, like a holy angel hating undead creatures. Her eyes were fixed on the ghost dragon, and she didn't care about anything else.
The most leisurely person is Silanberg, the name of a person, the shadow of a tree. Although he personally admitted that he was injured, he is the high priest of light after all, to undead creatures. Silanberg is the most terrifying butcher in the world, and no necromancer dares to target him.
Black Eleven and Apadi looked very unhappy. They understood that it was not possible to exert force just because they wanted to. They were not qualified to participate in a battle of this level. If they went up rashly, they would drag down their companions. Among these people, only Chris saw something unusual about Susanna. He sometimes lowered his head in deep thought, and sometimes quietly looked at the scepter in Silanberger's hand when Silanberger just took out the scepter. There was a lifelike little angel on the top of the scepter, but now the little angel has disappeared.
Chris searched for magic information in his mind, but light magic was a branch independent of elemental magic. The lines are like mountains apart, and his understanding of light magic is far from enough to find anything valuable.
No one noticed that the broken limbs and thick black blood left on the battlefield were moving slowly and concentrating on the same point. The last hill made purely of blood mud slowly rose up.
Silanberg was the first to notice the elemental fluctuations. When he turned his sight, rows of zombies rushed out of the corrosive fog, roaring towards the blood mountain, and pounced on them one by one without hesitation. Bloody Mountain. And that blood mountain has a strange attraction, not only attracting zombies. There are even zombies wrapped in it, like a giant thing that can eat.
After the last zombie was eaten, a huge squirming sound came over, and two arms-like things stretched out above the blood mountain. They were made up of dozens of zombies, broken limbs and sticky blood. It was formed, and then two legs were separated from the bottom. Under the astonished eyes of Silanberg and others, the flesh and blood giant slowly raised his legs. Take a step forward.
The ground trembled, and smelly black spots splashed like rain. The flesh and blood giant was too heavy, and its body was made of zombies. The flesh of the zombies could not withstand such impact. To the flesh and blood giant, it was just It took a step, but it was a violent impact to the zombie.
The expressions of Silanberge and Buzureano changed drastically at the same time. They both thought of a very evil puppetry technique in the undead system. Fortunately, Silanberge and Buzureano didn't notice it. He was almost hit by a huge scythe coming towards him.
The first step is just a test, very quickly. The flesh and blood giant walked straight towards An Fei step by step. The ground was shaking constantly, and black rain splashed everywhere. If the road was longer, maybe the flesh and blood giant would destroy itself. After all, the body of the zombie is limited. Unfortunately, the distance between it and An Fei is only a hundred meters, and it can withstand the consumption.
The corrosive fog stopped there also began to move, slowly stretching and spreading, greedily absorbing the vitality of the earth. The control ability of undead magic is as terrifying as its killing ability. If you are trapped in the corrosive fog, the battle will be difficult. There is no need to hold on any longer.
Silanberg stretched out his hand, and a holy light rose into the sky. The scepter in his hand suddenly turned into a living thing and flew into the air automatically. As Silanberg's spell resounded between heaven and earth, the scepter It emits more and more intense golden light and is still rotating in the air. If the shape were not so different, it would be like a sun.
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When Shilambet spit it out from his mouth, his figure couldn't help but swayed. On the ground, Chris subconsciously reached out to help him, but he didn't know why he retracted his hand halfway. It was Niya who helped Shilambet. Lamberge asked with concern: "Sir, are you okay?"
"Thank you, I'm fine." Silanberg smiled and raised his hand to look at the scepter in the air.
Warm light scattered from the scepter and enveloped the surrounding grass. This light had an indescribable appeal, and even the green grass turned faintly golden. The corrosive mist that filled the air was completely blocked by the light and could not move forward. However, the flesh and blood giant didn't care about anything and still walked forward step by step. However, its entire body surface was filled with thick black energy, as if Like burning.
Silanberg's expression changed again. This kind of evil puppet cannot be killed with ordinary attacks. It can only be killed by magic. No swordsman can cause fatal damage to it, not even the great swordsman. , even if the flesh and blood giant is split in half, the flesh and blood will still come together. It is a monster that cannot be killed! Only magic can fundamentally solve the problem, but he is the only magician here who has the ability to destroy the puppets. If even the guardian of the Holy Light cannot do anything, then he has no choice but to sit back and wait for death.
"Kill him! Kill him!" Anacita in the distance fell into manic excitement.
Ever since she was injured by the divine mark released by Silanberg in the mercenary country, she has not lived a good day. Although the Mark of Divine Glory is a useless magic that is of little use and can only protect a certain recipient from being eroded by undead magic for a certain period of time, the damage to Anacita is very serious. Everything she possesses is strongly rejected by Shenyao Mark, and this rejection never stops. How painful is it to be skinned and cramped all the time? Anacita felt good that she wasn't crazy!
If it were just pain, Anacita wouldn't be so arrogant. A necromancer with the mark of divine glory was naturally ridiculed mercilessly by her companions. Her subordinates who usually treated her respectfully always tried their best to avoid her. Anacita knew that , her prestige has been devastatingly damaged!
In fact, according to the original plan, her mission was to capture An Fei and Niya and send them to the headquarters. As for the other people, kill them if they can. Don’t go head-on with those who can’t be killed, and be careful to preserve your strength. . Anacita agreed on the surface, but in fact she had her own plan. If she wanted to regain her prestige and wash away her shame, she must kill Silamberg! So she didn't dare to take out her last possessions and even stole the holy weapon. Now that she saw victory in sight, she hated Silamberg so much that she couldn't control her emotions.
"Attack! You idiot!" Anacita screamed again. She waved her staff vigorously with her right hand. The ghost dragon in the distance roared and dived towards Susanna below. Anacita, who is eager for revenge, has already used her power close to the limit. On the one hand, she wants to control the ghost dragon, and on the other hand, she wants to control the flesh and blood puppet. No other elder would dare to do this. If the undead magic backfires, it will be worse than others. Magic is much scarier.
"Kill them all..." Before the cry stopped, Anacita suddenly felt a wave of magic power. She turned around and looked back, and saw a fire dragon rushing towards her with its teeth and claws.
Anacita did not move. Her plan was very thorough. She had already set up a powerful defensive magic circle here. Although other necromancers had been sent out by her, a fire dragon still could not hurt her.
With a bang, the fire dragon exploded a dozen meters away from Anacita, turning into a cloud of fire and scattering in all directions.
"Who!" Anacita shouted sharply, and at the same time released a magic signal, notifying other necromancers to come back immediately. It was really difficult for her. Not only did she have to control the ghost dragon and the blood river puppet, but now she also had to release magic signals. Fortunately, she was a veteran figure and could barely survive.
"Introduce yourself, my name is Entos." A voice came over, and then a figure walked out from behind an ancient tree in the distance. It was an ordinary-looking middle-aged magician, and he was not seen chanting spells. His body floated into the air like a leaf.
"Entos?" Anacita was stunned. She felt that the name was familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it.