Yule didn't seem to see the huge finger bone passing by him, and the unjust soul who had just spoken behind him was bounced away for hundreds of meters without any resistance, and the soul body was like plasticine in the child's hand constantly changing shapes, and finally finally formed the original self, but it was obvious that it was also heavily damaged, and it was almost scattered.

Flying back slowly, he didn't dare to put a fart along the way, including Yule and others, standing like a sculpture, no matter who this withered yellow white bone palm belonged to, the big man in the necromantic world obviously didn't agree with the statement "not very powerful", and then beep, and the soul flew away.

Sighing, only Qi Si, whose clothes were corroded into holes of different sizes, could see the back of the bone palm, there were three scorched black marks, which was Qi Si deliberately restrained most of the thunder that escaped after the collision, and secretly smashed towards Yuer, never wanting to be blocked by this sudden palm.

It seems that although it did not cause substantial damage to the bone palm, at least it was painful, otherwise it would not have bounced off the unjust soul behind Yule with a finger.

The Black Knight had taken most of the damage, and his bones were crisp and shaking across from Qi Si.

Qi Si was not very comfortable, although he was not seriously injured because of the attribute suppression, but through the holes in his clothes, he could also see some blue skin underneath.

When the bone palm retracted into the ground, a purple light flashed in Qi Si's eyes, and in Yur's domain, there was suddenly a black cloud that should not exist.

"I can't continue to drag it out, otherwise it will be too late for them to have any accidents, I don't know if with my current strength, I can use a few grandfather's thunder methods. ”

"What's the matter with this dark cloud? Damn, it's the power of thunder that I hate most in nature, how could this strange dark-haired young man have this power. Looking up at the dark clouds that shouldn't have appeared in his domain, Yule was surprised, "I actually feel a little suffocated?!"

Since Yule became a resentful spirit, he has forgotten the feeling of "suffocation", which only normal humans have, after all, a spirit that does not even have organs, and does not need to breathe at all to maintain life, but at this moment, after the appearance of the dark cloud that seemed to be brewing a storm, Yule actually recalled the feeling he felt when he fell into the water for the first time when he was a child.

Black clouds overwhelmed the realm, and purple thunder flashed in the dark clouds.

The souls behind Yule took a step back in unison, if Yule felt suffocated, then these people already felt that they were at the bottom of the sea, and the undercurrent of despair was surging.

Those scattered thunder light just now had already sacrificed a companion, looking at the current posture, it was obvious that it was more violent than the attack just now, why not stand back, waiting to be sacrificed?

When all the unjust souls retreated, the one who had just been bounced away also walked with them.

"Huh?!

Let out an exclamation, he found that he didn't withdraw that step, it was obviously a backward step, but before he landed, there was a force pushing him forward, obviously those wronged souls behind, although they did not communicate with each other, but they had already made a tacit choice.

Yule sighed: "Marjorie, I can't imagine that you are willing to sacrifice yourself in order to follow in the footsteps of the glory of your companions, and it is indeed my most capable subordinate. ”

With a wave of his hand, a strong undead power was like a chain, firmly fixing Marjorie there, and under Marjorie's feet, the sacrificial magic array just now resurfaced.

"Yule-sama!woo~"

"I have received your faithfulness. A necromancy blocked Marjorie's mouth, and Yule said in a fake way: "Sacrifice is the greatest glory of a soldier, go in peace." ”

"Soldier, I've almost forgotten my previous identity..."

It's a familiar and unfamiliar name.

Knowing that she was hopeless, Marjorie had given up struggling, and Yule's last words awakened Marjorie's memory.

It was still World War I, Marjorie was an ordinary soldier on the battlefield during his lifetime, and after being besieged by the enemy, the Allied relief forces did not arrive as scheduled, and his comrades fell one after another, from the initial hope, to the lack of food, medicine, and ammunition, and everyone else had a premonition that they did not dare to speak.

The youngest soldier in the entire company, who was only 14 years old, was hit by shrapnel and fell into his arms, "Brother, you have to live well, our reinforcements are coming soon, I have seen them gather at the foot of the mountain." ”

The boy in his arms looked at the sky, his pupils gradually dissipated, as if before he died, he saw the coming victory.

Marjorie finally hid in his bunker and waited for the enemy to come up and detonate all the remaining ammunition.

With a strong sense of resentment, unwillingness, hatred for his allies, helplessness for the death of his comrades, and with the help of the grievances of his teammates, Marjorie's soul after his death became a powerful soul.

In the center of the barracks where those soldiers were stationed, there was an obviously much more luxurious tent, and inside was a big man of the church, just to protect him, these allies chose to see death rather than save him, at that moment Marjorie's resentment reached its peak, and the originally orderly barracks suddenly sounded countless desperate cries, but unlike the previous massacre of the soldiers, the luxurious tent lit up with a dazzling white light, and Marjorie felt the burning pain again after becoming a ghost.

When he was about to be purified, it was Lord Yule who rescued him and signed a master-servant agreement with the unjust souls, including the first unjust soul to be sacrificed, everyone had the same experience, the story was different, but the ending was also full of despair.

Only this former warrior would speak up for his companions when they were sacrificed, even if it came at the cost of a belated death.

As if the soul was in an incendiary bomb, it was quickly burned into sacrificial nourishment, but Marjorie seemed to see his former comrades, including his most distressed brother, standing in front of him, waiting for him, and at some point he had put on the familiar military uniform again and walked towards them.

Finally, Marjorie said to himself: "Sure enough, I am still fit to be a soldier." ”

Marjorie's soul body has disappeared, and all the necromancy power has merged into the magic circle beneath him.

"Hmm? There's so much energy. To Yule's surprise, the power of the necromancy sacrificed after the burning of Marjorie's soul was unimaginable, and the surging energy on that magic array was like a burning black flame.

"It seems that I have always underestimated this servant, and although it is a pity, it is important that I survive. ”

Yule saw a withered yellow finger bone appear on the sacrificial magic array, and it looked a little familiar.

Yule was a little uncertain, "This... Could it be the one just now?"

As the familiar huge white bone palm broke through the ground, the scorched black marks on the back of the palm had disappeared, but the unique withered yellow color and familiar power fluctuations, Yul knew that it was really the ancestor who had just returned...

Compared to just showing his wrist just now, this time the entire white bone arm broke through the ground, Qi Si saw the majestic white bone giant arm that suddenly rose and was as high as twenty or thirty floors, feeling the power of Ruyuan coming from above, and sighed: "Big scene, fortunately, there is only one arm." ”

In fact, it was a coincidence, this white bone palm finished enjoying the sacrifice, and was on the way back to the necromantic realm, when he suddenly felt the power of sacrifice again, and the soul of this sacrifice seemed to be more full and powerful than the last time, what surprised this existence was that the power of this soul still had a trace of familiarity, and he did not hesitate, relying on his own closest, it came here again, happily absorbed the power of the sacrifice, and even the little damage caused by the last time it came, also recovered in this sacrifice.

Like Yule, this white bone palm had just rushed out of the magic array, and he felt that this environment was so familiar, wasn't this the place he had just been, in the realm of a small soul.

Turning his palm, relying on the height of this stand, he looked down at the entire field with his soul thoughts, and sure enough, he had just graduated from the same group of people, and then the bone palm paused slightly, understanding the source of this sacrifice.

The little soul that was bounced away by himself just now,It's gone.,It seems that the nourishment for this sacrifice is it.,For this result,This white bone palm is not as unexpected as Yule.,After all, it's the little guy who didn't break after bearing his own blow.,Sure enough, the power provided is also very abundant.。

Yul bowed and said, "Great Necromantic King, please deal with that enemy. ”

Unlike the emergency help just now, Yule had time to make his request this time.

"Got it. ”

A thought was conveyed to Yule, and then Yule heard a strange laugh, "Humble soul, if Lord Ben is not strong enough, remember to sacrifice the four little ones behind you." ”

Yule bowed and said, "Do your bidding. ”

Damn, it seems that Marjorie's sacrifice power is too much, and the soul thoughts of this white bone master have crossed the line and become more abundant, and he has already made up the idea of his remaining servants, which is the family wealth that he has worked hard to save for hundreds of years, and now that he has sacrificed two, the non-existent heart has hurt, and he is still so insatiable.

In fact, Yule also understands that these big people look at them in the same way that humans look at real things, so except for the critical moment to save lives, no unjust soul is willing to use sacrifice, because if one is not done well, he may become food in the mouth of the demon god.

"What the hell are you messing with?!"

This huge withered yellow bone arm had been in the pleasant time of digesting Marjorie's soul power just now, and he didn't feel any changes around him, and when he finished digesting it, he suddenly felt as if something was wrong, and then he turned his palm up, and he saw that large dark cloud.

"Walter blames Fark?!" a phrase that hadn't been uttered in years, and if it hadn't been able to leave until the energy was exhausted, it would have been ready to return to the necromantic realm.

A roar of anger shook Yule's soul, and Yule saw that huge white bone palm, and actually gestured a middle finger to himself?

"This level of thunder power can even cause serious damage to my body, as the most feared soul in the life of the necromancer, has your head been eaten by the Satanic God, and even fought against such an enemy, and even pulled it into your realm?"