"Protect Lord Lord!"
Sergeant Rhodok directly raised his broad shield to block Kant.
The blown skeletons were everywhere in the hall, but they didn't last long. In just a moment, they subsided with the severe coughing sound from next to their ears.
Invisibly, the gale with scorching breath disappeared.
On the stone platform, the old man in the golden robe and the scepter stood up.
But now he bends down and coughs heavily.
The sound was extremely shrill.
It took a while to stop, the golden crown on the top of the head fell to the ground, and the whole person muttered to himself in despair: "After the gods fell, is it already the end of the age? Could it be that the divine lich I transformed into has already It's invalid, no, I sacrificed so many descendants of the gods, but the transformation failed...it's impossible..."
"Whoosh—"
The shrill howl of arrows appeared in the hall.
The cone-headed arrow shot past the old man's temple, and was heavily nailed to the statue behind him.
The sound of gold and iron intersecting sounded.
The waist of the statue was completely pierced by the cone-headed arrows shot from the full bow.
Only then did I discover that the statue was actually made of gold, but it was covered with some weird things, and it was contaminated with a lot of dust over time, so it looked like a stone.
"Old man, I think you should calm down."
The Ravenston ranger who shot the cone-headed arrow spoke slowly: "Or, the evil undead."
The mages have determined that the old man is an undead.
It can be known from the strong negative energy contained in the body, but it still contains some positive energy. Although the two have great conflicts, they can vaguely maintain a fragile balance.
That's why the mages didn't let Kant order to deal with the old man directly.
"But will he listen to us?"
Kant smiled faintly.
Looking at the old man, he said, "Even if the humble slave has shouted out, then this matter will definitely not be handled lightly. Even if I think about it, he won't do it."
In the age of the gods, humans were slaves.
Kant knew this.
If it is a former slave owner, after losing power, but finds that his slaves have occupied his homeland and gained new rights, how can he feel relieved and shake hands with his former slaves
Or you know that you don't even have the qualifications to shake hands and make peace, but you want to be a slave yourself
Peace will not come.
The old man who claimed to be the Pope turned his head and looked at the destroyed statue, his old face was expressionless, only the gray and bloodshot eyes showed a bit of insulted anger: "Humble human slave, You betrayed the gods, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't steal the fallen godhead, and try to protect the dying Sun City by virtue of divinity and the body of the undead!"
He spoke slowly, with an extremely hoarse voice: "Even in the Dharma-ending era, I can still use the power I obtained in the godhood. This is the power of the gods, and you humans can never touch it!"
The gold-cast scepter lights up.
However, another scream appeared in his ears in an instant.
A cone-headed arrow arrived in an instant, and shot directly at the golden scepter in his hand. Unable to hold it with one hand, it bounced off with the cone-headed arrow in an instant, and smashed into the pile of skeletons.
"Perhaps you don't understand."
Kant said slowly: "Now is the age of mankind."
After a pause, Kant looked at the old man who hadn't reacted yet, and said lightly: "If you want to die, I can fulfill you. Even if you are an undead, I can completely destroy your body."
But what responded to him was the hot and cold temperature.
And the old man who called himself the Pope and stared at Kant viciously came from the hatred in his heart!
"Then there is nothing to talk about."
Kant spoke with a calm tone.
He turned his head and glanced at the four Ravenston rangers next to him, and said, "Kill him."
"Whoosh—"
A shrill scream appeared instantly.
The 4 cone-headed arrows directly tore through the barriers of the void, and nailed the old man's eye sockets, eyebrows, and mouth.
The huge force instantly brought this old man between life and death to fall backwards, and jet black and golden liquids splashed out, causing him to fall and sit on his golden chair.
"It's not over yet."
The mages spoke to remind them.
On the stone platform in front, the old man who had slumped on the golden chair slowly raised his head.
The face has been damaged by 4 cone-headed arrows and has no expression.
Even the mouth was completely torn apart, and sharp cone-headed arrows pierced through the back of the head, including the arrows between the eyebrows and eye sockets, all stained with jet black and golden yellow liquid, and fell to the ground tick-tock.
But the old guy is still alive.
"This is the physique of the undead, and there are no vital points and weaknesses of flesh and blood."
The mages immediately explained: "The best way is to completely destroy their physical bodies, or directly crush them at the soul level." After a pause, their tone was a little regretful: "If there are priests from the Trial Office here, it is estimated that As long as the dispelling spell is cast, this old guy who has become an undead will be directly burned with his soul and die completely."
Kant said lightly: "It's a pity that I don't have a priest of the trial office, but I don't think there is any problem destroying this guy's body."
Wave forward.
The Ravenston Ranger continued to shoot.
The swishing sound was endless, and the cone-headed arrows arrived in an instant.
The throat, heart, two arms, two knees, and lower abdominal organs were all nailed with cone-headed arrows.
The force brought by the shooting even caused this undead, whose body was full of cone-headed arrows, to fall down on the golden chair, trembling all over, but couldn't stand up anyway. Even if he wanted to make an angry sound, it was because of his mouth. And the cone-headed arrow that pierced the flesh directly at the throat, and could only make a loud noise.
Even the abyssal demons with terrifying defenses will be slightly breached by cone-headed arrows, and the lich, who is just the body of the undead, will still be shot into a hedgehog by these top archers with armor-piercing cone-headed arrows!
Not to mention Sergeant Rhodok.
They looked stern and strode forward.
The long-handled machetes in their hands were clenched tightly this time, and as they strode forward, they aimed directly at the old man's chest. They were going for the purpose of killing people!
Behind him was the companion of Sergeant Rhodok.
But the left hand is covered with a broad shield, and the right hand is holding a mace like a crane's beak.
After approaching, the ax, halberd and spear stabbed on the old man's body instantly, and at the same time, the mace unceremoniously hammered at the back of the head and the fragile torso.
With the muffled sound of puffing, strands of catkin-like golden light radiated out.
Black smoke is also filling the air.
The entire body of the old man was dismembered, and dark black and golden liquid flowed out.
The hall is full of cold wind and rising temperature.
"solved."
The mages spoke with a bit of fluke in their voices.
Looking at the completely motionless corpse that had been chopped into minced meat, he said calmly: "This lich is not sealed, but has been sitting here motionless for thousands of years. It has dissipated over time and all that's left is an empty shell."
"That's good." Kant nodded, raising his hand to signal to stop.
If it is a lich at its peak, it is estimated that it will be able to fight against that terrifying abyssal demon at its peak.
The high-end combat power of the undead race is not weaker than other races.
And to become a lich, at least one must be a knowledgeable person and a powerful mage.
For example, this old man who was wearing a golden silk robe, a golden crown on his head, and a golden scepter in his hand, who claimed to be the Pope of the Sun God Sect, was easily killed by Kant's troops.
The history he experienced can definitely reveal the secrets of the times that Kant did not understand.
The true history of the age of the gods.
Although Kant was puzzled, he was not at all curious about history.
He can choose to know, and he can also choose to kill this lich, so that he can understand who is the protagonist now.
Strength is everything.
Since this old lich who just woke up dared to treat human beings as slaves in the age of the gods and treated him unceremoniously, then Kant didn't need to be polite either.
If you don't choose peace, please go back to the era he lived in and accompany those dead wrecks!
"There are soul fluctuations!"
At this moment, the mages instantly raised their staffs with solemn faces.
The Rhodok sergeant at the stone platform ahead quickly retreated.
Right at the corpse that had been chopped into pieces, faint black smoke kept coming out, condensing into a human body, just like the pope lich just now, with his eyes closed, the black smoke all over his body became thicker , brought a faint wind, and added a bit of terror.
It is really like an evil ghost from the underworld, a ghost remaining in the age of the gods, with hatred for the living, and wants to completely destroy this world.
But when he opened his eyes.
It's a golden shimmer.
The appearance of the ghost is very conspicuous, but the golden light gradually occupied the main veins of the limbs along with the body made of black smoke, and gathered at the heart to form a golden ball.
"I failed…"
His lips opened, but the voice seemed to appear invisible.
His eyes scanned the entire hall full of skeletons and bones, and the regret and self-blame of the living appeared inside: "I sacrificed all the descendants of the gods to the plane of the undead...Using the fallen godhead of the sun god, I finally transformed Became a divine lich... but lost his will, and became a manipulated puppet..."
The ghost with the golden light looked at Kant, and his eyes met. He seemed to understand something: "Humans... you betrayed the gods... you also betrayed the demons... I didn't expect that after the death of the gods... after the death of the demons... unexpectedly It's you who occupy the mainstream of this world... But it doesn't matter... It's just that the demons control the world..."
"Who are you?" Kant frowned slightly.
The mages beside him were holding their staffs, and the soldiers were also watching vigilantly.
This is the first time they have seen this kind of apparently incorporeal ghost!
The ghost gradually showing an old face appeared. It was the same face as the old man just now, but with a little more popularity brought by the expression, but the voice became weaker and weaker, as if it could disappear at any time: "Me? I am ...a poor puppet...a poor guy who tried to use other powers to protect his homeland and ethnic group...but I am going to dissipate now, before that...human nobles...go to the holy city of the sun in the north...save the daughter of the gods from eternity coffin...take my scepter...you will be...the new...pope..."
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