High in the pitch darkness, Baron Fontaquin stood on the body of the bone dragon, coldly unleashing all kinds of death magic downward.

The song of evil is constantly sung on the battlefield, accompanied by a constant dispelling, and the hymn is louder.

The soldiers who arrived from the Bainsberg War Fortress were the best soldiers, but the quality of these reinforcements was obviously not as good as that of Baron Fontagin's elite army.

The quantity is not as good as the other, and the quality is not as good as the other.

In this kind of encounter, no matter how strong the commander is, there is nothing he can do.

You can't beat it, you can't escape it.

At this time, it was still three or four o'clock in the morning, which was extremely unfavorable to the human vision, but this environment did not affect the undead.

Except for vampires, which are special undead creatures, other undead have long given up the eye as an organ, and even for zombies with flesh, the eyeballs are only used as decorations.

Whether the sky is black or white has little effect on the undead.

The undead don't have any need to run for too long to catch their breath, and they just hit hard.

The war broke out very quickly, and it ended very quickly, almost one-sided.

From time to time, fragile ghosts fall, but more of a dead are reinforcements that are difficult to adjust their formation.

Spearmen, crusaders, priests, knights, and an angel fell.

"Your Death Hand is so magical, there's a magic parchment to give you one."

With just one blow, the extremely powerful angel died at the hands of Baron Fontaquin.

Compared to the Hand of Death controlled by Hexis, Baron Fontaquin is significantly more proficient in this magic.

This is the second time Xu Zhi has seen Baron Fontaquin release this magic, and the previous spell was probably cast by His Majesty Ruiou, but it was unsuccessful.

It's a magic that kills powerful creatures directly, with the only flaw being the chances.

Commonly known as looking at the face.

Baron Fontaquin was obviously very lucky today, his skull mouth was about to laugh crookedly, and from time to time he could be heard muttering, 'So many fresh corpses, rich, lucky victory'.

Taking advantage of the happiness of others, Xu Zhi hurriedly put forward his careful wish.

Hexis' magic proficiency was limited, and even with the finest parchment in front of him and all the materials he had, he couldn't burn it.

Xu Zhi remembered that Baron Fontaquin once gave Hexis a magical parchment of the 'Hand of Death'.

It's right to ask this big guy directly.

"Think about it first," muttered Baron Fontaquin.

"Think?"

Xu Zhi slightly reminisced about what Baron Fontaquin meant, and then stopped talking.

This big guy doesn't cherish the knowledge he doesn't need, but it doesn't mean that he can share his hole card skills.

If you want the magic parchment of the 'Hand of Death', you can only dream about it.

"Feng Takin, you go down to fight me."

After more than ten minutes of fierce fighting, the sound on the battlefield gradually disappeared, and the only remaining commander of the army shouted.

This is a powerful crusader who was given a hand of death by Baron Fontaquin, who was shot with an arrow, and his armor did not hold up, and one of his bones was broken.

After suffering a loss, the king of the undead played in the sky.

There are so many Ghost Lords, Vampire Lords, Bone Dragon Lords, Dark Knights, and not to the point where they need him to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

As the roars and screams continued to come, it was nearly two minutes before Baron Fontaquin slowly fell.

"I'm coming, stand up and fight me."

Looking at his opponent who had been beaten to the point of being half dead, Baron Fontaquin made a small jump on the bone dragon and stomped steadily on the ground.

"Shameful, despicable."

The crusader looked up, his eyes full of anger, he looked at Baron Fontaquin unwillingly, and tried to struggle to get up several times, but he couldn't get up after all.

Baron Fontaquin is clearly not the kind of person who respects his opponents.

As an undead, humiliating opponents may be one of his hobbies.

Xu Zhi looked at this powerful warrior with sympathy, the knights who followed faithfully back then had not escaped the ridicule of Baron Vontagin, let alone this kind of opponent.

"It's really powerful and beautiful, it's worth my shot."

Baron Vontagin pinched his chin, constantly surveying the crusader all over his body.

"What's your name?" Baron Fontaquin asked.

"It's useless to talk too much, kill me, and I'll come back to you."

It was difficult to kill himself at this time after his hands and feet were broken, but the crusader was angry but not afraid, and as an immortal, he also had the confidence to be resurrected.

"It's easy and simple to die, but it's not so easy to live."

After looking at it several times, Baron Fontaquin began to recite the incantation rapidly, and the black light continued to drill into the ear holes of the other man like a drilled loach.

"What are you doing?"

After suffering the magic blow of the other party, the expected pain of death did not come immediately, and his mind became unusually clear.

At this time, looking at Baron Fontaquin, he even felt that the other party was majestic and cordial.

It was a terrible feeling, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart.

"It's useless to talk too much, I'm taking you into the world of the dead."

Baron Fontagin's deep voice came, and he felt a sudden numbness in his chest, and a gray dagger had been pierced into his heart.

"I'm finally going to die."

A sense of weakness came from his body, and the crusader soldier's eyes closed, he was already thinking about what he would do after his resurrection, and the defeat and judgment he would face, all of which were troubles.

It's just that the speed of physical death is a bit slow, and it seems that it will have to wait a few more seconds.

"It's useless to talk too much, open your eyes and embrace the new world."

Baron Fontakin's voice echoed in his ears, and he involuntarily opened his eyes.

The dagger in the chest had been pulled out, and the wound had disappeared without a trace, only the shredded clothes and the blood spurting out of it proved that a dagger had just been stabbed.

It's not just the wound caused by the dagger just now, but the damage from the bone dragon collision, ghost bite, and vampire assassination has disappeared without any trace.

The crusader looked at his gray body, and in his feelings, his body became weak, but the wounds on his body were healed.

"What did you do to me?"

He just wanted to jump up and hold Baron Fontaquin hostage, but as soon as his thoughts moved, his body instantly became weak, and he couldn't make any movement anymore.

"It's useless to talk too much, I'm using magic to transform your body into a death knight, and we'll be a gang in the future."

Baron Fontaquin looked at the other party, very satisfied with the other party's physical fitness and ability.

"Your soul has already acquiesced to being an undead, even after the resurrection of the Immortals, and you are welcome to join the great kingdom of Crescent."

"What?"

The crusader felt a chill in his heart, he touched his chest, and suddenly saw a heart that Baron Fontaquin had casually discarded next to him, and his mind instantly turned cold.

He squeezed his arm so hard that he didn't feel any pain, as if his body was nothing more than a garment or armor he was wearing.

His instincts told him that he should trust Baron Fontaquin and accept that he had become a ghost, and that the immortal resurrection could not escape the rules of this transformation.

The Holy See of Light will never allow an undead to become the general of the Shanon Kingdom, and what awaits him is the burning at the stake immediately after the resurrection, or the endless prison life.

In less than a minute to make, a Death Knight was born right under his nose.

The lucky trio watched with chills in their hearts.

Eradon completely extinguished his thoughts of promoting immortality and getting rid of Baron Fontaquin.

Jinkra felt that the hole cards of the two lives were no longer safe, and he trembled for a while, and did not dare to say anything like before.

In Baron Vontagin's explanation, no matter what elemental creatures, no matter what immortals, no matter how powerful the creatures were before, as long as there is still one breath left, they can be transformed into controllable undead by his divine magic.

The stronger the strength, the more sanity will be retained.

As long as he sees it, it will become a rare talent in his Crescent Kingdom.

For example, this crusader he casually called 'It's useless to talk too much'.

The more people who die in the war, the stronger Baron Fontaquin becomes.

Obviously, the power of the Crescent Kingdom was the weakest, but it was repeatedly suppressed, and Xu Zhi suddenly understood the reason why many neighboring countries were afraid of this undead monarch.