Abaylou succeeded. The strong man here watched for a day and a night, and finally realized the incomparable strength of Abaylou.

Fawkes is not a soft persimmon, and the apex of the known power in this world is Abaylou. In the past 8,000 years, Fox has destroyed countless countries, but it is such an unruly monster that is willing to surrender to Abaylou. After the oath-taking ceremony with Fawkes, the oppression in Abaylou's heart finally disappeared halfway, and with Fawkes's help, there was hope for saving Shamasha, who was an expert in curses and a flesh and blood researcher with great powers. When it comes to fighting against the trios, Fox is also a great help.

Fawkes's caution was not without reason, and Abaylou's request for assistance was not something that could be easily agreed. Fawkes had an agreement with Abailous, and he kept it, so he agreed. But Fawkes didn't want to get involved in this matter, Fawkes wasn't stupid enough to confront the three gods, otherwise he wouldn't have exhausted all his means, and even used the way he himself felt despicable fighting.

"Hehe, you won't live for eight thousand years by following the rules...... Fox laughed at his innocence in his heart, "Since I lost like this, even if I die, it's fate, I did everything I could." ”

"Back to ......"

As he turned his head, he realized that something was wrong with Abaylou.

A huge sense of detachment invaded Abaylou's body, and he had been dragging his exhaustion and fighting for a long time, especially the power handed over to Elune, which had already injured Abaylou's roots, and when the strength he possessed was restored, he would definitely not be able to recover to his full glory.

If you want to recover, let time wash away the scars of the past.

Abay Lou blinked, but his mind began to explode.

"Hum. Wicked laughter.

"Hand over your eyes. There was an inexplicable voice whispering in my ears.

"What are you doing?" someone questioned.

"Calamity!" someone scolded angrily.

"Kill the evil ......" someone pretends to be righteous.

"Ignition!"

"Your Sin ......"

"Devil!"

"What are you doing!"

"Calamity!"

"Hurry up and die. ”

"Help me, save me!"

The chaotic thoughts crushed Abailou's thoughts, and the headache almost tore Abailou apart. "Save you, who will help me? Who will help me! If you want to, take it from me! Kill me! I am a calamity! Damn you! The devil never breaks his word!" said Abaylou frantically. It was as if countless personalities had exploded in Abaylou's head, those repressed personalities were frantically trying to take away Abyrus's consciousness, and those unforgettable things were like electric drills that pierced through Abaylou's heart wall. There are countless kinds of unwillingness to destroy Abayr, and each kind of unwillingness is equivalent to the owner of this body.

This was the weakest of Abaylous.

The mind, body, soul, and spirit are all weakened, and Abaylou is now in a state of near death.

Perhaps because of the win over Fox, Abaylou's tight string broke, and the chaotic heart that had been unconsciously suppressed began to disturb Abaylou's heart.

"Is it hysteria? It seems that you still have a lot of secrets, but it doesn't matter, since I promised to help you, there will be many opportunities to know in the future. Fawkes looked at the somewhat crazy Abay Lou, and pinched a small pinch of magic dust in his hand and sprinkled a little on Abay Lou's nose. "You're too tired, you'd better take a break. ”

Fawkes's magic powder had a strange aroma, and when the agony Abay Lou smelled it, his chaotic head began to dull, followed by a deep sleep.

Fox still has this kind of fragrant thing.

"Every time I smell it, I think of my mother, even though I forget what she looks like. Fawkes took the powder back and instructed his skeletal men to carry the somewhat groggy Abay back to the Undead Fortress, "I'm the undead, and I can't sleep without this thing." ”

"This thing is quite toxic, I don't know if Abay Lou can handle it. Forget it, it's better than crazy, if I wasn't here, no one else would know how to save him. Fawkes was about to return to the Fortress of the Dead when he heard his name suddenly called behind him.

"Great Lord of the Dead!"

"Who are you, why are you calling my name?" asked Fawkes.

If those necromancers here call him understandable, there are still many people who want to be his students, Fawkes is in a good mood today, maybe he will really agree.

People who are willing to be necromancers, if they don't love corpses, must have their own story. In fact, if you want to become a necromancer, you must be more fearful of life than anyone else when you have not yet lost your humanity. It is impossible for a normal person to be willing to deal with corpses every day.

But this guy in front of him looks like a theocratic country. Fawkes didn't understand why such a man stopped him.

"Honorable Lord of the Dead! since Abaylou has fainted, then he has lost! Are you willing to kill him, I am willing to pay the price that satisfies you. Said the man with the shield. His country had a grudge against Abaylou, and his father was a king, and the thought of Abaylou's power made him want to kill him at every opportunity.

Fawkes remained untouched like a statue.

"Say it again. ”

"Didn't you say that if you follow the rules, you won't survive the end! Abay Lou didn't actually beat you......

Helen Reagan and the people around her covered their faces helplessly and sighed, "Idiot." ”

"You asked me to kill Abayroy?" Fawkes asked, a little shocked, to make sure of what he had heard.

"That's right...... We are willing to pay ......"

"Wait a minute. Fawkes held out his hand to stop him from speaking, "Do you want to teach me how to do things?"

"I don't have ......"

"You didn't?" Fawkes sneered, and suddenly leaped into the golden shield raised by the Holy See powerhouse. This shield, which deals great damage to undead creatures like lichs, has no effect on Fawkes. Fawkes was a little thin and short after returning to his original state, a few heads shorter than the strong man with the shield, but Fawkes's momentum was countless times stronger than him, and he pressed his staff against the chin of the strong man holding the shield. "I Fox doesn't need anyone to teach me to do things, the meanness of fighting is not the same as the meanness of principle, idiot. He pressed his rod upwards again.

A necromancer entered the encirclement of this group of people alone, but no one dared to do it. Even the Holy See powerhouses, who had always shouted at the necromancer, did not dare to make a move against the skinny lich.

"You say that you don't live to the end by following the rules? Tell you that people who don't follow the rules to the end are dead from birth. "The necromancer is teaching a big living man how to behave, which is a little too funny, "Give me a good memory, people who have no bottom line, whether it is the evil camp or the good camp, let me go to the chaos camp." ”

"I Fox doesn't need anyone to teach me how to do things. ”

"You won't be a worthy opponent for Abaylou. He's going to be a lot farther than a little ant like you. ”

Fawkes pointed to Abayr, who had been sent like an emperor to resemble a fortress of the undead, and said, "Listen to me, tell the living the majesty of Abayr, and then fear him! tremble in his shadow! This is the man who defeated me Fawkes, the apex of the power of the world." ”

"At least I, Fox, don't lose so much. ”