Chapter 1345: Trapped in the Trick (17)

With the Silver Knight's breath, the luck of this group of British knights has also come to an end.

The battle had only begun for less than ten minutes, and the death of the reckless commander was only the beginning of bad luck.

The moment he killed the Silver Knight, several necromantic warriors immediately surrounded the corpse of the Silver Knight and began to eat!!

"Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" The hordes of corpses gnawed at a freshly dead living man, and the sight of flesh and blood causing the Black Iron Knight Jefferson to strode back!

"Is it my delusion?" the Black Iron Knight Tarcas whispered to his colleague, "These necromantic warriors seem to be moving a lot faster?" There was a "small" thing that the British knights didn't know.

Although he is also a succubus, the succubus Oscar is also the most special one in his group. His poisonous intrinsic photons are less toxic than other succubi, and they take on a much longer period of time - whether it's turning a living person into an emerald knight or a corpse into a necromantic warrior.

While other succubi can animate a corpse in a few dozen minutes, Oscar's photons take hours. But on the other hand, Oscar's toxic photons are also easier to make powerful warriors. After all, photons take longer to erode corpses and turn corpses into movable golems, which means that these inherent photons and corpses are also more fused, and the resulting necromantic warriors will be more powerful, more agile, and even derive special abilities as the photons' fusion increases.

For example, physical changes.

After devouring a corpse, the necromancers began to grow compound eyes on their heads, as well as extra arms on their backs. The slender arms had sharp blades three feet long, as if they had been directly degraded from protruding bones.

The monsters took whatever they could on the ground as weapons, wielding the bone blades of their two-handed weapons and extra arms, and pressed towards the British knights step by step.

"These guys have been transformed?" Bach muttered in a low voice, "I've never heard of a report of a necromantic warrior being a corpse," "no matter how they change," Tarcas raised his shield in one hand and picked up his lightsaber in the other, "Since we have lost the effective means of killing the necromantic warriors, and the captain has died because of this, there is no point in staying here any longer! Everyone retreats and flees through the exit!!" Boom!!Before Tarcas could finish speaking, the various passages in the hall had already begun to crumble! Explosives had been planted here to trap the British knights in due course!

As soon as Jefferson ran over to pick up Dorey, he immediately looked around in despair. The passage was not completely sealed, and there were still a few gaps in the cave entrances to the southeast and northwest that could barely allow a person to slip through.

However, there are many necromantic warriors around, and they are moving faster and faster, and they have surrounded the people. How difficult it would be to fight your way out of these dangerous, corpse-transformed necromantic warriors!

Just when Jefferson was worried, one of the Black Iron Knights on Tarkas's side had been entangled by the necromantic warriors, and after two attacks and defenses, he was accidentally stabbed in the ribs by the monsters' bone arm blades and fell to the ground. The monsters surrounded him so fast that his companions could not come to the rescue, but could only watch as the black-bodied knight was surrounded by monsters and eaten to death!

Now only Jefferson, Dorey, Tarkas, Bach and the other four Black Iron Knights are left, even if the group is leaderless and outnumbered, the situation can be described as extremely dangerous!

At the same time, Daniel, who was walking slowly against the wall, also arrived at the scene, and by the time he arrived, he was already drenched in sweat, and even the shorts he was wearing could be wrung out of the water.

He crawled to the gap at the edge of the cave and glanced at the hall, where the knights were surrounded by more than two hundred necromantic warriors!

The Evil Star was really like a god, and this group of British knights came at a bad time. In this hall of the dead, they have nothing but to be slaughtered.

"Hmmm" it hurts. Daniel covered his aching forehead, cold sweat broke out all the time, and even gasping for breath felt a pinprick-like tingling in his lungs. However, he dragged his hoarse voice and asked in a low voice, "Can you help them?" Xinghui Long's answer was cold and ruthless: "I am only responsible for saving you, whether the other guys are dead or alive has nothing to do with me." "Dragons have a clear distinction between their responsibilities. What was promised would be done to the end, and what was not promised could not be forced to do it, even if a knife was put on their necks.

Daniel sighed inwardly. Then he moved his tired body, crawling towards the gap in the hole.

"Stop. "What can you do now, if you go to help, what can you do? In that pile of corpses, you will die sooner than them!Listen to me, and run away from here while they distract the monsters, and let them beg for their own blessings!" "No," Daniel gasped and whispered, "in that case they will surely die, Jefferson, Tarcas, and Bach, they are all my companions, and Mr. Doré has children at home waiting to save him, and he cannot die in such a place!" "Oh, when did you have this humanity again? Starlight Dragon sneered, "Don't the thieves you killed have no family, no friends, no place to go back?, why can you brutally kill hundreds of enemies, and yet care so much about a few knights who have never known each other?" "I-" Daniel was stunned for a moment.

He was stunned for a moment before he finally pleaded, "Please, Grand Duke of the Evil Star." Please save them! No matter what the cost to me, please help them!" Evil Star is still stubborn: "Lao Tzu has said that he will never save these unrelated people." Whether it is gold, silver, jewelry, or antique artifacts, Lao Tzu has long been too much to want. What else can you come up with to impress me?" the boy was silent for a moment. He was already poor and penniless. Dragons are even less likely to be simply bought with money, they only work for those they identify with, and the only true hero in the world who can make the evil star identify with him is King Arthur.

What should Daniel compare to King Arthur?

"Save yourself. Xinghui Long repeated mockingly: "But with your current virtue, let alone saving people, rushing in to help will only be sacrificed in vain." Lao Tzu's obligations to you have been fulfilled, and I have no reason to stop you if you want to commit suicide. Go on. Let's die. Daniel was silent for a while. His physical strength was almost exhausted, and he could only rest on his knees with great difficulty. The screams of Dore, the Black Iron Knight, were heard in the hall of the deathmatch, and he was stabbed in the back in the fierce battle, and the situation was already very urgent!

"In that case," the young man of the Black Iron Knight pleaded in a low voice, "I'll save them myself." Grand Duke Evil Star, please lend me a little bit of dragon blood!, so that I can move again!" Daniel actually knew about the dragon's blood, and Evil Star was also slightly stunned. But he immediately laughed: "I can lend you a little dragon blood." But are you sure? Drinking dragon's blood is the same as drinking poison, ending your already short-lived life sooner. Do you really want to die that much, for a bunch of strangers?" What he wanted to think about had already been thought about just now. He was already poisoned by a succubus, and no matter how advanced Great Britain's medical technology was, there was no guarantee that he would be able to revive him.

Rather than seeing death and not saving it, and letting this cheap life that will soon die last for another night, it is better to let it shine brightly in the last moment of life and help others.

He had no family, no property, no status, and not many friends. He had nothing left to lose.

So, what are you afraid of?

Seeing the Black Iron Knight boy nodding his head so righteously, Evil Star was not stunned.

"You're going to die. Then I won't stop you. The Starlight Dragon turned back into a human form, bit his finger, and a drop of blood the size of a bean emerged from his finger: "Drink it." It's a special service, so I'll give it to you for free. From now on we have nothing to do with each other, and I am not obligated to save you again. Daniel swallowed as he looked at the bright red drop of dragon's blood with a golden glow.

"Drink this, and you will be burned in excruciating pain, twisted into stone in its most tragic form after hours of frantic struggle. Your soul will be forever imprisoned in the prison of your body, from which you cannot escape. You will be in hell forever, dead imp. Evil Star moved his finger to the edge of Daniel's lips, "But you won't regret it, will you?" Daniel closed his eyes, opened his mouth and sucked the drop of dragon blood down his throat, drinking it down.

Then his body began to boil.

The Starlight Dragon was described appropriately, and the dragon's blood was like a raging flame in the body of the Black Iron Knight Boy. It frantically burned every cell in Daniel's body, stimulating the inner potential of the teenager in the form of self-destruction. Daniel, who was already exhausted to the extreme, got up, and his whole body emitted a fiery red glow, as if burning.

Evil Star casually threw the lightsaber to Daniel: "Take it, after attaching the flames, it will have a good effect on those necromancers." The hazy young man subconsciously took the lightsaber, learned from the scene he had seen before, pinched out the dragon flame fireball from his hand, and smeared it on the light blade of the lightsaber. The pale green blade of light turned into a blazing blade of fire, and Daniel was ready.

Whoosh!!—Daniel turned into a flash of fire and rushed into the hall full of necromantic warriors.