The air suddenly became silent.

Silently, Gargamel, the necromancer, glared at his pale faces, and slowly turned to Pique. "It seems that you have a lot of things that you have not told me," he said meaningfully, "my friend, 'Bafant'!"

At this moment, Pique suddenly felt a heavy pressure coming towards him, covering his entire body like a sandstorm!

It's mental power!

Pique felt that the other party suddenly used his mental power through his body!

In a trance, Pique saw Gargamel's black wand between his chests!

Not knowing what was going on, Pique felt like he had lost control of his body!

As soon as his legs went limp, Pique collapsed straight to the ground!

Powerful and direct means!

In just an instant, Gargamel, the necromancer and the fifth apostle under Sisoo, took control of Pique!

At this time, the twenty-second apostle stepped off his horse and came to Pique. "Kill him?" he turned to look at the Fifth Apostle, and when the other man nodded, he would smash the blue hat in front of him with the hammer in his hand.

Pique can't do anything but blink now! Does he still feel his tongue move? He wants to beg for mercy, but now it works?

Is it the only option?

Soros may be able to defeat the other apostles, but in front of the fifth apostle necromancer Gargamel, Soros was directly suppressed by the other party. Not to mention confronting him, even if he said a word in front of the Fifth Apostle, he didn't seem to dare to.

There was nothing else to be done, and Peake inhaled and exhaled heavily. Breathe...... It's the only thing he can do right now.

"I'm curious how he killed his master. After a long hesitation, Gargamel said. "Take it away first, I'll keep him useful. ”

"He didn't kill him with his own hands, but the death of his master had a direct bearing on him!" said the Sixteenth Apostle, "and he took part in the battle outside the city of Joson that night!"

"Oh, I see. Gargamel, the Fifth Apostle, bowed his head, as if thinking about something.

"Refine him into an undead warrior!" the Sixteenth Apostle suggested. His sword was taken away by Soros, and he was especially resentful of Pique, who was taking the blame for Soros at this time.

"Wouldn't it be more interesting to wait for the master to come back to life and hand him over to the master?"

For the time being, he doesn't have to die, but he can die at any time, and Pique's face is like ashes. He thought to himself, this is really no way at all, fortunately, he just cleverly told a lie. Let the Fifth Apostle Gargamel have a peek at the Tower of the Dead. Once Gargamel, the Fifth Apostle, lost interest in the Tower of the Dead, Pique knew he was not far from death.

At this time, Pique tried to think about how to deal with the Fifth Apostle Gargamel's rebuke for a while. They should be going to resurrect Sisoo first, and they don't know if this powerful necromancer in front of them can do this.

In this way, the immobile Pique was carried into the hands of the twenty-first apostle, who was as strong as an ox. The crowd walked deeper into the forest.

Bang!

Peake was thrown to the ground by the Twenty-First Apostle.

Peake, who was lying on the ground, turned his head with difficulty and saw the carpenter...... Oh no, he should be called the Twenty-Second Apostle by now, Dosol King, who is opening the wooden box in his hand.

The lid of the wooden box like a lunch box was lifted, and a hint of cold air came out of it. As Peake watched in shock, a head was removed by both hands.

Sisoo's head!

Seeing this, countless bloodshots suddenly filled Pique's eyes.

It turns out that everything the necromancer said is true!

Presumably, in the morning, Frank and the other mercenaries left the hotel, and the head of Sisoo in their hands should have been left in the hotel. And just after Frank and the others walked out of the peaceful town, the twenty-second apostle hidden in the peaceful town took the opportunity to steal Sisoo's head!

This conjecture should be extremely close to reality, and Pique knew that the necromancer in front of him had a strong mental power, and it was countless times easier to find something with mental power! It was not surprising that they could find Sisoo's head in the hands of the Timberwolves mercenary group.

Even, Pique secretly thought in his heart, did the other party already know all his movements in advance through mental power?

At this moment, the planks on the top of the black coffin had been lifted again, and the four apostles were all gathered around the black coffin, and Pique was lying five steps away from the black coffin.

"Are you really sure of resurrecting your master?" said the Sixteenth Apostle.

"Now is not the right time, what we need to do at this time is to bring back the master's head first, and if we want to resurrect the master, we need some other specific conditions. ”

Hearing this, Pique's body shook unconsciously.

I saw that the necromancer Gargamel asked the others to take a few steps back, and unlike the previous incantation, he stood at the front and began to chant the incantation in a loud voice:

"O great god of darkness, please give me the power of darkness!"

"Your faithful servant wants from you the power of the dead, the power of redemption, the power of healing!"

"I am willing to give you everything I have, to contribute to your great awakening, to sing hymns to your eternal life!"

"In my flesh and blood, in my faithful faith......"

This long and complicated prayer lasted for a long time, for more than ten minutes! I heard the necromancer Gargamel's groans become higher and sharper, and finally he directly hissed:

"I, Gargamel Leon, am willing to use all my undead power as a sacrifice to pray for the arrival of the Dark God!"

Suddenly, a black whirlpool hurricane rolled up all around! Enveloping everyone! Peake couldn't move, but he could feel the sharp sting of the black whirlpool on his face!

Like the roar of an abyssal demon! Peake's eardrums heard the wind blowing! He felt a pulling force in the dark vortex that seemed to drain your soul from your body!

A series of inscription symbols descended from the sky, falling on all sides of the pitch-black coffin.

Panickingly, countless pillars of black light emanated from the necromancer Gargamel's body and merged into the surrounding black hurricane vortex!

Gargamel's expression instantly became extremely painful, and his pale pupils reflected the color of pitch black.

"You get out of this vortex first!" Gargamel suddenly shouted, "Get that blue-hat kid out too!"

In fact, by the time the vortex was rising, several of the other apostles were already feeling the pressure. Not only did it come from Gargamel's terrifying-sounding magical spells, but they also felt a substantial force coming from them as they stood between the whirlpools!

Peake felt his arm grabbed, and he watched Gargamel's figure soar in front of him.

In the next instant, he was dragged out of the black vortex.

His body could move, and this was the first thought he had after being dragged out of the black whirlpool.

He didn't stand up immediately, though, but still lay there, slowly, with a few finger movements, to make sure he had regained control of his body.

The other apostles didn't notice Pique's abnormality, and they fixed their eyes on the huge vortex in front of them.

Outside of the whirlpool, there was also a great wind, and the wind shield on the face of the twenty-second apostle Dosol King was blown off, and his red hair broke free and danced in the wind.

The Sixteenth Apostle was the thinnest, and he couldn't help but tense his legs and bend up against the ubiquitous hurricane.

The only one in the audience who was relaxed was the twenty-first apostle. He was covered in heavy armor, and no matter how violent the hurricane was, he would not move.

The black hurricane vortex grew bigger and bigger, and everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back. Looking at this trend, this powerful undead magic will not be able to stop for a while.

Peake was still thinking of a way to get out, but he didn't expect that a vague gaze had been looking at him, knowing that he had heard such a voice: "Why don't you kill the blue hat now." ”

It's the Twenty-Second Apostle - Dosol King!

Peake was horrified, why did this guy have such an idea?

The twenty-first apostle who was seriously injured by Soros forgot about himself for the time being, and this Dosol King ......

Peake was secretly wondering when he saw the three apostles slowly walking towards him.

The next moment, he felt a foot on his chest.

It was the Sixteenth Apostle! He saw his mean face!

For no reason, he was kicked out again!

It wasn't until he hit a tree that he stopped rolling on the ground.

As he rolled, Pique struggled to keep his head from hitting the rocks hidden between the branches of dead wood.

It's the twenty-second apostle!

Pique's eyes caught that it was the Twenty-Second Apostle who had just kicked that kick!

This kick Lick was sure of one thing: the other party wanted to kill him!

Two images appeared in Pique's mind because of the crash meeting, and what happened in the mayor's castle?

Other times, I don't have any intersection with each other at all!

Moreover, at Haysjia's dinner, Zhu Tian targeted the little duke Tran Satz, and did not offend the so-called carpenter shop owner at all.

So where did the other party's killing intent come from?

Peake curled up and retched, but vomited a puddle of blood!

"Twenty-two," said the sixteenth apostle, "why do you hate him so much?

"No, in fact I admire this blue hat, after all, we are still peers in the town of peace. A smile tugged at the corner of Soros's mouth.

"Then why did you kill him? You kicked him in the stomach. The Sixteenth Apostle wondered.

"Twenty years in a small town, you want to do something drastic to vent. ”

"Are you psychopathic?" the Sixteenth Apostle was a little puzzled.

"That's fine. What a few people didn't expect was that Dosol King admitted it so generously!

Pique's bruises on his forehead were exposed, and he could only protect his head at this time, preventing the opponent's shoes from causing more lethal injuries to him.

"Twenty-two! You're killing him!" What Pique didn't expect was that at this time, it was the Sixteenth Apostle who stopped Dosol King and sideways in front of Pique, "You will anger the Fifth by doing this!"

"Hehe......" Dosol Kinpi said with a smile on his face, "are you afraid to wait for the fifth to come out and blame you, don't worry, I just want to vent." ”