"In this case, you can kill them all, right?" Qin Ming asked, the skeleton knight next to him came back to his senses, his eyes glowing red.

"Of course, there is no problem, but there are actually a lot of people here, if your Excellency has the heart, in fact, you can let them live. Roughly crippled. ”

The Skeleton Knight said he could kill them, but it was best to keep his life alone.

The sound of these words is neither loud nor small, but when it reaches the ears of many people, they only think it is funny.

"Who do you think you are? A necromancer who is not in the stream, in hell, can overtake the undead's grasp, like you, Lao Tzu doesn't know how many. "The mountain said that the breath coming from the cave inside his mouth was really uncomfortable.

I don't know how many creatures are buried there to have this ghost smell.

"If you don't say it, I've forgotten that I'm a necromancer. The corners of Qin Ming's mouth showed a hint of mockery.

A dry thunder sounded in the sky again, and the red light shone through the clouds on Qin Ming's body, stretching his shadow infinitely.

Then he kept pulling, pulling and pulling, until the shadow encompassed the mountain peak in front of him, and even the existence behind the mountain demon until he reached the location of his military camp.

Of course, compared to other places, this place is still empty, and Qin Ming has to bring people in to fill it.

Then, Qin Ming filled it up.

The light had dissipated, but the shadows had become deeper and deeper, and some people would find it strange when there was no movement.

"Die, you piece of shit. The mountain demon said, opening his mouth with that huge mouth, as if he was going to swallow Qin Ming in one gulp.

Then, he found himself being lifted. How was he lifted up as a mountain? was a question, and then dense white bone skulls emerged from underneath his body.

Although none of them are just uninhabited existences, thousands, even millions, or even tens of millions can be done.

A vine grew out of the mountain demon's wrist, and in the blink of an eye, it became a big stick that stood tall in the sky, black and long.

A stick was thrown over, and a large number of skeletons were directly ...... Fractured.

The bones fell to the ground, and it was not only the mountain demon that did this, but also a bunch of dark creatures behind it.

A manta dragon with six wings drove a tornado through the sky, and a large number of dense wind blades quickly sliced at these skeletons. If there were other dark creatures, the scene of the wind blade causing flesh and blood to fly would have been very shocking.

But the unfortunate thing is that there are only skeletons here, and there are only skeletons.

In an instant, the skeleton was destroyed, and those who were idle at hand looked at Qin Ming with extremely disdainful eyes, like looking at a pig locked in a turtle shell.

So Qin Ming thought that he must, he must definitely correct the pig's name.

The skeletons and broken limbs that were flying around moved again, just like the bodies of those minced snakes. After all, they are just broken bones.

When Nicholas and Qin Ming were introduced, in fact, necromancers were indeed not very popular in Roland.

Not to mention that it is not popular in this aspect, it is practical, as a necromancer, although there are some direct means of attack, but most of them still rely on the attack of undead creatures.

But speaking of which, these things are not good in the first place.

is not as strong as the strength before death, it is time-consuming and laborious to do it yourself, and the brain is not bright, not only the low-level brain is not bright, but the high-level brain is not blinking.

Speaking of which, those low-level skeleton soldiers who have just made an ownerless can be called mentally retarded.

But sometimes mental retardation isn't a bad thing, right?

Nicholas replied, as a mid-level magician, could he say something that he had studied in his own specialty.

It's like the world, the people of Roland, if they are all extremely smart, then what should they do?

It is a great burden for a person to operate so many undead creatures for the soul, and the more stupid the skeleton, the easier it is to operate, and stupid does not mean weak, so good.

Besides, if you weren't so stupid, would he have been doing what you asked?

The knife is useless, and the teeth are useless to their own skulls. As long as you have the ability to move, you can always use it.

As for you, big guy, don't you have any points in your heart about how strong your strength is? So some people don't like this, but I still firmly believe that the cultivation of undead magic to the end must be no worse than any magic.

The above is from a low-level person who believes in the great use of necromantic magic.

It would be sad for him to know that even the creatures of hell looked down on necromancy, right?

He would be surprised to see the scene in front of him.

The skeletons that had just been scattered overlapped again, and they took the initiative to squeeze out every trace of undead qi in their bodies, but they would not squeeze it dry, because Qin Ming would always have unaware undead qi to input into them.

If it was in the Sacred Continent, it might still be a little difficult to collect so much undead qi, but in hell, all that was needed for undead qi was to collect it.

The skeletons were smashed into several pieces, and the bones flew off where they had been connected, but because they were skeletons, they were much less injured than the others.

So in the blink of an eye, they stood up and grabbed the thigh bone that was closest to them, and they didn't know whose thigh bone it was. And the hand bones, and even the skull, rushed up again.

It's not a small strong that can't be killed, it's a strong of the strong that can't be killed once, as for how many times it takes to die, let's see for yourself.

The mountain demon roared angrily, obviously it was just a bunch of low-level skeletons. How so?

But yes, these skeletons are very annoying to them, and they can't even move their hands and feet if they don't pay attention to it.

"It's not all low-level skeletons. Qin Ming complained in his heart. Many of them are the corpses of dark creatures that were killed on the way to this expedition.

It's also like this, but maybe they didn't take it seriously when they were alive. Now even in my eyes, I have neglected it.

"Poor thing. A guy with no sense of existence. Qin Ming sighed in his heart.

Another strong man seemed to be entangled by these ants and threw out the seeds that devoured the flowers.

Speaking of which, this was originally a specialty of the Holy Continent, but then it changed when it came to Hell.

It can only be said that the people of hell have a strong sense of responsibility for losing biodiversity. And the name of this flower in the Sacred Continent is called Cannibal Flower.

In hell, he eats everything.

All of a sudden, those skeletons seemed to have found a home, except for Qin Ming's shadow, which was still pouring out in large quantities, but the completely destroyed ones seemed to have reached a break.

They didn't believe that Qin Ming could be summoned like this all the time. Once it's gone, Qin Ming will be finished, or think of a way now.

Qin Ming thought about it, thinking that I was not such a stingy person.

So let you eat, don't say that such a big military camp can't feed a few flowers, and the pulled is not enough to make fertilizer.

Then, the flower withered, could not bear it, and was finally dismembered, but the skeleton would not eat her, and her consequences would be even more miserable. All kinds of other means are also cracked in front of the endless skeletons.

A steady stream of ants, now in front of them, seems to be an absolute incomparable force.

And Qin Ming, like a nobody, watched this battle, which gradually swept most of the military camp.

(End of chapter)

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