That's what Dunning gambled on.

The other party doesn't have the ability to second.

He still had thirty percent of his blood left, but it was more than he expected.

The rest is the Thronias.

He had nothing but a bunch of unbeaten skeleton soldiers now.

However, Dunning didn't see the mocking smile in the shadows.

Although the attack and speed of necromancers are extremely different, their tactics are famous for dragging, and they have more hole cards to survive than anyone else.

【Undead Puppetry】

The scholar's puppet fell to the ground and turned into an ordinary white skeleton.

But Deng Ning saw the white flesh and bones, and stood up again.

It's just that this undead puppet is a different look.

Thin, baby-faced, he was a little boy who looked at most fourteen, dressed in a crow green practice uniform, with very long hair, even if it was braided into a long braid, it was wrapped around the neck three or four times, and it was completely able to be used as a long whip.

Although the other party was not very old, Deng Ning's whole body was vigilant.

Because the other party's dress is from the shark sea.

In the next instant, the pigtailed baby face moved, and it came to him in two or three steps.

Dunning swung his sword, but slashed into the air.

His heart thumped, and there was something bad surrounding him.

The long pigtail doll shook its face, and the two or three meters long black braid flew out like a long whip, and it made a crisp sound.

Deng Ning hurriedly dodged sideways.

The long braid was knocked out and returned to the baby-faced hand, and the long braid was coiled into a mysterious clasp in the hand.

Deng Ning just felt that his hands were shaking like phantoms, and he didn't know how to have an extra rope around his neck.

The braid was around his neck, and it tightened instantly.

The feeling of suffocation came in the blink of an eye.

Immediately after, the other party jumped onto the steel tower next to him, pedaled on the steel frame with both feet, and hoisted Deng Ning up.

Dunning struggled frantically, but the clasp around his neck became tighter and tighter.

Looking above his vision, the tube of blood was falling at a frantic rate, and in less than ten seconds, it would be empty.

He looked at Silai, who wanted to come to his aid, but all the skeleton soldiers pounced on him as if they were dying.

A blast of holy light struck, but it was followed by a nether hand rising from the ground, blocking his path of life.

There is no time left.

Deng Ning grabbed the hair wrapped around his neck with one hand, and then shook it, and the long sword directly slashed the gold pipeline on the side.

Bang –

Blazing steam bursts out, and a heat wave hits.

The hand of the underworld that stood in front of Cele became the existence that saved his life.

Mitchell Dunning, elimination.

The surging steam forced out the hidden Thronias.

And looking at the appearance of steam, it is still spreading.

Thronias stared at the inside of the steel tower, it was a thick steel door that was tightly closed, they couldn't see anything like a window from the outside, and the inside was supposed to be closed.

It must be a preparation for the final shrinkage.

Thronias stepped in first, and when he turned back, he was about to close the door.

Smack-

A slender and powerful one clasped the door open, and then squeezed in a figure.

Thronias had a flickering serpentine sword around his neck.

Silai closed the door behind him, and the diffused steam was sealed out.

But they couldn't see that as the vapor diffused, it was also dissipating rapidly.

The burst pipe had stopped spewing.

After all, it's far from time to collapse.

"It's time for you to keep your promise. Xilai said in a deep voice, those golden eyes burning with anger, implying a breathtaking momentum. Kanshu.com

Just looking at those eyes, Thronias really remembered Bishop Dietles, who had a relationship with him, and he swallowed, suppressing his fear.

"What are you talking about?"

"You say you know me?"

"Maybe I'm mistaken...... yes, mistakenly, just a bit like ......"

"Don't play dumb. Cele narrowed his eyes, "Let you die by the sword, or die by the light, it's all in my thoughts." ”

Speaking of the Light, Thronias was really a little worried.

Holy light is not an ordinary light element, and against a mage like him who studies necromancy, as long as it is touched a little, it is the pain of burning the body and soul together.

He had been wiped by the light, and the burn marks were still on the arm he had left, and it was a dull ache.

Thronias would rather die of steaming than bask in the light.

"I ...... May I ask you, are you amnesia?

"You just have to say what you know. ”

Thronias saw that he did not answer positively and looked rather anxious, and knew that this person had really lost his memory.

However, it is not known why the strength is only at the level of about the first order.

But......

What about the first order, the first order of Xilai, like that weird tomboy, is an existence that can fight beyond the ranks.

This kind of person is a genius among geniuses.

"Yes, Lord Bishop...... I, where do I start?"

"Deliberately delaying time?" Cele's palms flickered.

"No, no, no...... You, your name is Silai......"

"Uhhh

Suddenly, there was a terrible roar of the beast outside.

Thronias didn't know what the sound was, but Cele could hear it, it was Moran's voice.

- Did something happen to her?

Celestial looked away with a little concern, but Throniath's dagger was already in his hand.

In the spiritual world, there is no such thing as disarming.

The distance between the two was less than an arm's length, and Xilai reacted and was already too late to dodge.

But Xilai is not a character to be messed with, and the thunder lion sword body hissed with electric light.

As the dagger plunged into his heart, the sword slashed through the other's throat.

Silai, elimination.

-

Caldwell hummed a ditty and flew towards the steel tower.

Although it was not much time, it was enough for him to stand in place and sing a song and move slowly.

As he flew, he hummed the yin tune that all old sailors would have sung.

A beast's roar rang out, and he changed direction and flew in that direction.

Caldwell imagined that it should be a huge battlefield full of bones, but when it was near, there was only a scarred crossroads.

And also......

"That's ...... People?"

Caldwell stopped suddenly.

In the middle of the intersection, there stood a figure with a half-hunched back.

The other party turned his back to him and couldn't see his face, but that strange dress was undoubtedly the Moran Campbell who would turn his hands into sharp claws.

Why is she standing here alone?

Caldwell looked around suspiciously, then slowly lowered his altitude.

He looked closely at the surrounding buildings, and found that there were marks of weapons scratched, and the claws left far more marks than sickle marks.

So she must have been fighting the fish-man just now.

And the outcome of the battle...... It was what he saw.

Did that fish-man fail?

He started laughing.