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The black-robed mages seemed to be completely at their limit, and even the new wave of self-sacrificing mages was only two people. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Skeleton warriors are still being made, and it seems that the black-robed wizards have made up their minds to resist to the end.

"Stupid."

Suddenly, the brilliance of the green circle flashed again.

The Queen of the Dead instantly disappeared from the siege of the skeleton warriors with her deadly guards, and was teleported into the black-robed crowd three hundred meters away.

As soon as the ghosts appeared, they immediately searched for their targets, and placed their hands on the heads of the nearest black-robed wizards in a threatening posture, but the magic power could not be triggered.

All the black-robed men still maintained a posture of bowing their heads and praying as if they were tied to the ground.

"Whoever is the leader, stand up."

The Queen of the Dead commanded lightly.

The voice of prayer seemed to be weakened.

"Did you fail with such an ending, I really didn't expect ......"

After a long time, there was another old sigh, and an old man in a black robe who was badly rotted stood up.

All the black-robed people who maintained a kneeling posture seemed to have been suddenly exerted a thousand catties of pressure, and many of them were obviously a little older, and some of them even began to bleed from their ears and noses.

"This lady, if you don't kill us 'evil necromancers' and 'enemies of all intelligent life', look at the ghost you carry, I think you are the same kind of people as us. I don't know why you want to be our enemy, and what do you want? ”

The black-robed old man, the only one who could move, asked slowly.

"Hand over your soul contract."

The Lord of the Dead was extremely imposing, and unceremoniously and directly stated the request.

The black-robed old man hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, and said, "Thank you, lady, you can afford it." But we've been on the breath for so long, and it's all for today. If you are a failure, and you are dead, why should you be your slave? ”

Seeing that he was about to say something, the Lord of the Dead interrupted, "You don't need to use the trick of delaying time with me. I don't have a problem with how you want to deal with those Imperial troops outside. Hand over the contract, and you can do whatever you need to do now. ”

The black-robed old man was obviously even more puzzled by the attitude of the stunning beauty in front of him towards the human army outside the city.

He did have a little bit of a procrastination, but he didn't blush when he was told about it, but asked directly: "Are you a hater?" Or do you also have a grudge against the Holy Light Empire? ”

Nightmoon ignored him no more. He turned and walked towards the Idol of the Night God.

The black-robed old man tried to stop it, but he was hit in the chest by a "Shadow Energy Missile" from the ghost Lilu.

The old man was already close to running out of oil, and it was inconvenient to resist under the strong enemy at this time, although Lilu had already saved her hand because of Yeyue's intentions. But the old man still froze on the ground, spitting blood from his mouth.

But he was still stiff, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the black-robed old man said loudly to the stunning mysterious woman who was already facing away from him: "Your Excellency is very remarkable to be able to have so many powerful demons at a young age. We die at your hands. It's not wronged. It's just that you ruined the big plan of a certain big man, and I'm afraid you won't live long in the future......"

The Lord of the Dead still didn't bother to talk to him, and instead began to study the Night God Statue intently.

However, the ghost Lilu, who usually abides by her duties and has few words, took over at this time: "Your 'big man' will not really make your return to the country successful, you are just a group of puppets." ”

"Who the hell are you? And how do you know our purpose? The old man felt that he had more doubts.

But he was immediately relieved, "The rumors we let out directly say that we are believers in the 'Shadow Lady', and it is not surprising that you can guess. But do you really know who I'm talking about by 'big guys'? ”

"Of course you know."

The ghost sketched a pattern in the air with the magic of shadows.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then nodded again. He sighed: "You can know this, and you know that whoever you offend dares to interfere with us, which means that you also have a certain background...... We are indeed the puppets of that man. But it's better to be a puppet than to continue to wait endlessly, and we have been hiding our identities all these years to do those evil things with blood on our hands, all for this one in ten thousand chance, this line of life. ”

After a pause, he added, "Do you think I don't want to survive?" That man has made each of us make a soul contract with him. That's not enough, he's afraid that we, the necromancers who fiddle with souls all day long, will manipulate the contract and plant a burst magic in our minds that can be controlled remotely, and even if we can sign a soul contract to serve your mistress today, as long as that person says a spell, we will all die with the explosion of our heads. ”

When the black-robed old man said this, he suddenly stared at Lilou's back and didn't speak. And obviously the expression is wrong.

Seeing this, Lilu quickly turned to look at it.

I saw that the Queen of the Dead had already designated a ghost nearby to carry her to float gently in the air, just a little higher than the head of the two-meter-tall statue.

She began to chant a spell that no one knew what it was for, as she drew the new dagger at her waist. He cut his white wrist and poured blood from the top of the idol's head.

The idol seems to have been carved from the image of the "Lady of Night and Shadow" usually shown in mythology, and appears to be a young and beautiful woman in her twenties.

It's just that the posture of this idol is very different from the ordinary night god statues that can often be seen in the night moon in previous lives - the artifact's right hand is held obliquely forward, and the left hand is protected in front of the chest, in the form of holding objects.

The statue is made entirely of obsidian, perhaps because of its age. The stone body is full of cracks, looking old and dilapidated, and it really doesn't look like an artifact.

And the blood poured down with the spell, like the dry and cracked soil at the first sight of rain, all absorbed by the cracks, and all disappeared in an instant.

Then the idol fell silent again.

Failed?

The Queen of the Dead frowned.

But she didn't hesitate, and the incantation went on and on, and she slashed her wrist where the wound was gradually congealed with blood clots.

The new blood poured down again.

The blood was once again absorbed by the idol with the spell.

Or nothing happened.

The Queen of the Dead's face grew pale.

But she was clearly determined, and without hesitation, she raised her hand and cut deeper.

The flow of blood increased.

And this time, the idol finally reacted.

It seemed to stretch its body like a living person.

Then, on its obsidian-carved body, black flames began to emerge from every crevice, and these black flames containing huge magical power rushed and impacted along these seemingly chaotic but orderly cracks, gradually gathering on the strange hands of the idol. (To be continued.) )