After all light is cut off, the dark room once again returns to silence and gloom, which is a prison cage of judgment, but also a world that kills life and returns it to death. [No pop-ups.]

The darkness is like a behemoth with its mouth open, swallowing up all the light and hope here.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind Adosimath, and his body, breathless and warm, was moving with the steps of death, raising the scythe of death and rushing towards him.

He believed that in the blink of an eye, the falling swords would tirelessly chop him into countless pieces of minced flesh until he could no longer find a single scrap.

Without looking back, he could judge the exact location of those undead warriors and the level of their swords by their voices.

Hmph, Lemon, do you think you're going to kill me?

Darkness, that's also the world of thieves!

Adoseifer laughed strangely, and he spun around as quickly as if the dagger at his waist had no effect on him, and his facial muscles tensed violently, as if he had struggled to raise his hands flat forward, and then stretched out sharply towards the undead warriors.

He roared gloomily, "Dark Energy Impact!"

The gloomy power smashed out like a heavy hammer, and if there was still light in the room at this moment, you could see that his fist was bursting out like a dark wave of water, spreading out in a circle.

All the undead suddenly stopped, and they all leaned back in unison as if they were being blown by a hurricane, and the two undead warriors who walked in front of them staggered a few steps unsteadily. Then he staggered around in place, and the sword in his hand could no longer hold it, and fell to the ground one after another, and finally shook in place, while the undead behind him froze in place and couldn't move.

It was as if Adozemoth had done something extremely exhausting. Involuntarily took a few steps back, cold sweat seeped out from his forehead, this is a ninth-level thief can master the ground dark energy attack skill, which can use strong and highly hit dark energy to completely disrupt all the energy without spiritual protection in an area, causing the target to lose control of the body for a certain period of time.

Although Adoseifer did not know what Simpuk was, one thing he knew was that the nature of undead creatures would not change, and they also needed to rely on a spiritual energy to support their physical actions.

Really. He was right!

Atozimath took a few more steps back, distanced himself from the dangerous creatures, and then stood motionless, the dagger at his waist moving slowly and slowly from there on its own, as if an invisible hand was holding the handle of the dagger and pulling it outward.

He sneered. As a level 9 thief, how could he be killed so easily?

In such a dangerous situation just now, while Luo Lan was perceiving Adozemath, he was also perceiving Luo Lan, but the ending was shocking to him, he didn't even detect the slightest elemental fluctuation. It was empty, as if there was nothing left like an empty box.

Undoubtedly, the other party's ability to conceal has reached an extremely high level! to a height that even Adozimad could not detect!

Such an unfathomable opponent made Adosimat immediately abandon the plan to assassinate him on the spot, and consider the next best thing, that is, to protect himself first, and then look for opportunities, but another accident appeared, when Lemon pulled out the dagger from Luo Lan's waist, only to look at the hateful gaze. He knew that the next target would have to be to stab himself.

However, how can he be so easy to kill?

Unable to avoid the situation at that time, Atozimad forced the muscles in his waist and abdomen to press his internal organs backwards, although this caused some internal injuries, but relatively speaking, he avoided the fatal blow. The dagger actually only penetrated deep into the inner layers of the muscles, but did not touch the internal organs, so it did not inflict a fatal blow on him at all.

Lemmon, you must have thought that knife killed me, right?

He took the dagger to him. I'll give you back this dagger!

However, his thoughts had only just turned away. Almost as soon as he pulled out his dagger, the undead in front of him actually stiffened and writhed again, and their gloomy eyes looked at him again.

He was amazed, how quickly these undead creatures recovered?

Damn!, he quickly took out the white plaster for thieves and plugged it in the wound, quickly stopping the bleeding.

He stared at the strange figures in front of him like a wounded beast, and since he couldn't retreat, he had to destroy them all.

They weren't without weaknesses, he watched calmly, and finally fixed his sights on the glowing green flame head.

Adosimath's eyes flashed with cold light, he had already made up his mind, after killing all these undead this time, as long as he was given enough time, he would be able to study a way to open the trap, as long as he recovered from his injuries, he would be repaid for the pain he suffered today

Lords, yes, and Lemon, the traitor who betrayed his own brother

Among these undead, Sempuk has evolved the most perfectly, the skin and flesh on his body have stopped decaying, and under the skin is a layer of black arrogance, he can clearly feel that all the sources are spars from his brain, as the use of spars becomes smoother and smoother, those black arrogances are becoming more and more intense, Athena once told them that the undead spars in their bodies are the original ability, and when they become undead, they will give up everything that belongs to human beings, and then choose a new direction of advancement. ，

These nine people were originally swordsmen, but after becoming undead, they seem to have evolved differently.

They named themselves separately, and Simpuk saw that the undead named "Boxer" rushed forward first, he did not evolve his fighting spirit, but evolved the bones of his arms, and the pair of arms that were more than twice as thick as normal people had almost reached the same hardness as swords, and when he picked it up, it was a violent wind.

Although Atozimad was wounded, his body was still unusually nimble, and he easily dodged the blow.

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An undead named himself "Blade", who was unusually agile, barely managed to keep up with Adozimath and tried to hand the sword from behind, but the latter easily tripped over his foot and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Whoever goes up will not be able to contend with Adozemoth alone.

Although Simpuk has faded away from the human side, and his strength is not the most outstanding in this, he finds that his brain is particularly good, he likes to observe the movements of his enemies, and prefers to command his companions, and these undead seem to be very willing to obey his commands, which may be the reason why the memories of being a human have not been completely forgotten, and it is more likely that he has evolved. He yelled, "Brothers, surround him, stand in one position, and don't let him move around." ”

A cold light flashed in Adozemad's eyes, and he couldn't help but snort.

Surround me? It's the best thing to do, but I've grasped your weaknesses, and you can no longer be a threat to me.

He took a step forward suddenly, and the dagger in his hand plunged into the eye socket of an undead warrior with such precision that it seemed like a pot of water was boiling, and a faint white mist rose from there, and the latter fell limp to the ground like all the bones.

He, already "dead".

Atozemad pursed his lips disdainfully, flashing his blade as if in front of him.

All the undead stopped together, standing silently, feeling the end of their companions, and a faint sadness passed from the hedron in their brains, spreading through the dark room.

An undead warrior suddenly abandoned the sword in his hand and grabbed at Adocimath's body without hesitation, the latter snorted coldly, and was about to turn to dodge, when suddenly, he felt his body stiffen, the feeling was very familiar, and he couldn't help but think in shock, could it be that I was poisoned? No, I could see very clearly, there was no poison on that dagger!

At the moment when he lost his mind, his body was already firmly embraced, and he couldn't help but roar angrily, leaned back his neck, and slammed his forehead against the head of the undead warrior, the green fire in the latter's eyes shook like a candle in the wind, but his arms did not relax in the slightest!

Sempuk roared, picked up his sword and stabbed straight forward, along with six of his companions!

Unable to dodge any longer, Atozimath looked terrified as he watched as the swords pierced into his body, and even two slashing swords pierced through the back of the undead warrior who was holding him, and then into his chest.

A total of seven long swords were all inserted into his body, and he couldn't help but let out a terrible scream.

But......

Adozemad was stunned to find that he was not in any pain, and that his body seemed to be undergoing some kind of transformation......

A thought that frightened him even more was born in his mind, and he let out a cry of despair.

Luo Lan leisurely drank the hot tea handed by Lemon in the room, yes, there was indeed no poison on the dagger, because it would be easy to see, but there was another thing on it - the undead transformation potion.

He didn't expect to kill Adozemar all at once, this was just a small experiment for him, he wanted to see if the potion had any special reaction when it came into direct contact with the blood, and whether it could create another undead, and on the other hand, he wanted to see how far the undead could go without the help of others.

Luo Lan smiled, slowly put down the teacup, and tapped his fingers on the table.

As a result, it should have come out, right?