What greeted the drunken eyelids was a surging blood.

A pale earth fire burned around him.

The plasma, flesh, and all the blood-colored substances that make up this world wriggle on the ground as if they were living creatures.

The ground trembled.

Seven huge milky white pillars slowly rose from the pool of blood, and their shape resembled the ceremonial dagger that Drunken Wu used to kill Uncle Ben.

Uncle Ben's body was fixed on top of the pillar as a blood sacrifice pillar.

Blood, oozing from the wound on his neck, dripped to the ground, giving birth to a headless horseman wearing the same armor as Uncle Ben.

Earthfire calcines the body of the Headless Horsemann.

Thick blood vessels protruded from the surface of the armor, and black veins surged in them, activating the entire body as if they were power.

"Re-...... ...... hatred"

An empty sound sounded above the empty neck, and blood-colored lightning gathered in the Headless Horseman's hand into a sharp-bladed broadsword full of jagged teeth, and staggered towards the drunken and drunk, with a slightly staggering step.

Headless Horsemann: Level 9; Demon; Health 600/600;

Is it just level 9?

Drunk Wujiu breathed a sigh of relief, a level 9 demonic monster, even if it is difficult, there will be a limit.

But the Headless Horsemann only took one step and mastered the balance. It suddenly bent like a taut spring, firing itself like a cannonball.

"Tsk." Drunken Wujiu erected a boulder shard to block the Headless Horseman's surprise attack, and he pulled out the Promise Guard with his backhand and slashed at the Headless Horseman's body, using his newly learned level 6 knight skill: Exhaustion Strike!

A lingering puff of black smoke rose from the Headless Horseman's body.

Just as a knight who specializes in attack chooses to learn a variety of powerful and heavy slashes, a knight who specializes in defensive skills specializes in a variety of strikes that reduce the target's attributes.

The effect of the exhaustion strike is to reduce the target's attack power.

The mana cost of the strike type is much lower than that of the knight skill cost of the slash class. Moreover, after Lin Ling left the team drunk, he and Li Linda, who had just joined the team, discovered a temple secret room that only knights were allowed to enter, and each obtained a fragment of the holy book of +4 will, and only three fragments of the holy book were needed to form a holy book used by knights, "The Holy Book of Law".

The exhausted Headless Horseman wields a curved broadsword, which is easily blocked by Drunken Drink. He used his double-edged sword as the Headless Horseman adjusted his attack stance, slashing at the Headless Horseman's body, exploding a thick cloud of blood.

Scattered blood fell to the ground, forming an unscathed Headless Horseman.

"Re-...... ...... hatred"

The Headless Horseman raised his curved-bladed broadsword of the same color and shape, and swept forward, unexpectedly slashing with a Shun Slash!

Drunk and drunk, he was caught off guard by the Headless Horseman and slashed in the waist, losing nearly 100 health. He didn't expect that the attack power of the level 9 demon was comparable to those level 8 elites in the expert-level mage treasure room, so he hurriedly stepped back, adjusted his posture, used his shield against the battered headless horseman, and slashed its last trace of health through its abdomen, then turned around and raised the boulder shard to block the surprise attack of another headless horseman.

"Re-...... ...... hatred"

The fallen Headless Horseman split in two, turning into two Headless Horsemen who slowly rose from the ground.

"Is this what it's called a split?" Drunken and wary looked at the three headless horsemen who had converged, was this a test of endurance? Come on!

He met the Headless Horsemann who was once again sprinting at a strange pace, the Promise Guardian in his hand turned into a streamer of light that pierced through the Headless Horseman's abdomen, and then leaped backwards, erecting the boulder splinter to resist the ensuing slash, and slashing at the Headless Horsemann with the mesmerizing sound of blocking.

Poof!

The Headless Horsemann exploded into a cloud of plasma, merging with the mass that was surging underground.

The blood of the same color trickled down from the fingertips of Uncle Ben hanging from the top of the column.

One by one, the Headless Horsemen rose from the pool of blood and joined the siege of the drunken warbands.

Beneath the pool of blood they trampled on, there was an upside-down psychic altar.

To be exact, it was the pool of blood where the drunken and undrunk were turned upside down.

In front of the psychic altar, there is a road of bones patched together. The ancient hero, the Blood Slayer who had forgotten his name, lay quietly in the coffin in the center of the Path of Bones, his hands clutching an obsidian sword that lay on his chest.

The Obsidian Heavy Sword has a lightning sigil carved into its body.

Lin Ling and the Zen Master of the Watch pushed open the door of the ancient tomb, and countless undead screamed and poured out of the enclosed space, rushing towards them like a tide.

Divine Vision!

Behind the watchman, a void of divine light rose from him, and the light exploded above his head, shaking back and blinding the mindless undead.

Wailing Undead: Level 9 undead; Health 600/600.

"Zero!" With a successful blow, the watchman raised his shield and pushed the spirits into the tomb.

Cha!

A dazzling spark of electricity shot out of Lin Ling's palm, and the magic "Thunderbolt Lightning" attached to the lightning fragment shuttled back and forth among the wailing undead like a long-thirsty electric snake, depriving them of their lives and slowing them down.

"Kill chickens with a knife." He held up the divination orb, and the light of the blizzard leaped into the center of the crystal ball.

Shattered pieces of ice whizzed and fell, washing away the filth of the ancient tomb.

Large expanses of ice-blue damage jumped on the heads of the wailing undead, and they wailed as they tried to squeeze through the narrow entrance of the ancient tomb, tearing Lin Ling to pieces.

But it's simply not possible!

The wailing undead died one by one under the blow of the blizzard, and in a short time the ground was filled with glowing ashes.

"Clean up the drops."

Lin Ling ended the blizzard, and he unleashed a magic missile aimed at the only remaining wailing undead, shattering the undead's skull and dissipating the last of its life sparks.

"This—This is ......"

Picking up drops was Zen Master's favorite thing to do, but today it was destined to be an exception.

"Are they all funeral goods?" Lin Ling looked at the cemeteries near the ancient tomb with a complicated expression, the tombstones were covered with freshly turned soil, and the broken coffin lids were scattered all over the ground, and the white flowers used to mourn the deceased were trampled in the mud by deformed footprints, and gradually withered in the raindrops.

Lin Ling walked silently into the dimly lit tomb, the setting effect of the Dead Man's Elegy—those obscure spiritual lights floating around him illuminated the layout of the tomb.

"It's sad."

He looked at the devastated tombs, the murals were destroyed, the statues were shattered, the floor was littered with fragments of gold and silver artifacts, and the display shelves used to display equipment were lying on the ground, leaving not a single piece of equipment on them.

The graveyard's caretaker NPC, a priest lying in a pool of blood. He had a ceremonial dagger stuck in his body, which became the first sacrifice to the Black Knight's power.

It is not the undead infiltrators from the underworld who awaken the Blood Slayer, but a group of tomb robbers.

As for who brought the tomb robbers into the tomb...... Lin Ling just glanced at the number of the ceremonial short sword, and it was clear.

No. 1, Church of the Holy Fire.

Uncle Ben!

"So I tell you, sabotaging Uncle Ben's actions always has the pleasure of doing the right thing for heaven." Lin Ling pulled out the ceremonial short sword and handed it to the Zen Master, and the priest's body was instantly wiped out. He scratched his chin, since Uncle Ben had been here, it meant that the passage had been cleaned up by him.

In other words, he also looted the burial goods of the blood slaughterers.

"Zen Master, tell you about a priest's hidden mission."

Lin Ling turned around and walked to the entrance of the tomb, squatted down with his back to the Zen Master, and picked up a glowing ashes - a dilapidated cashmere doll, he turned the cashmere doll over and showed the words behind it to the Zen Master Watchman: "If you are willing to put every drop here into the corresponding tomb outside according to this name, you will be of immeasurable merit." ”

The watchman took the cashmere doll and read the words: "To my favorite Jolene, DR Brown...... DR Brown, Jolene...... Could it be that those NPCs at the inn ......"

"It's a revenant."

Lin Ling sighed, if he hadn't seen this scene, he would have forgotten why Baishi Street would be the same as a ghost town. Before the Blood Slayer was dealt with, it was a ghost town, and everything the player saw was an illusion created by the Blood Slayer using a psychic altar.

Lin Ling also thought about it.

In the previous life, the knight player who triggered the "Dark Day" was none other than Drunk! At that time, the drunken drunkenness not only failed to defeat the Blood Slayer, but was instead stolen control of the body by the Blood Slayer.

The resurrected bloodslaughterers made a ramp in the Rhine and died tragically at the hands of Archbishop Turing.

"The so-called blood sacrifice is supposed to get rid of the souls of those who do not obey the orders of the blood slaughterer, and the priest NPC is the caretaker of the cemetery, the only living person. has always been fighting against the Blood Slayer, and the first object of the Blood Sacrifice will of course be him. ”

Lin Ling said his guess, when he entered "Eternity" in his last life, it happened to be when the Blood Slaughterer was making trouble in Rhine City, so he had some understanding of the relevant background. He patted the Zen Master on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, the drunken wine is still down there." ”

"Hmm!"

They walked into the tomb, the heavy door closing behind them.

A faint green flame lit up in the corridor of the tomb.

Far away, Lin Ling and the Zen Master saw the coffin.

A black armor was lying in the coffin, and the armor's hands were forked on his chest, clenching an obsidian heavy sword.

"Blood Slayer?" The watchman cautiously walked to the coffin and tapped the armor with a mace, but there was no response.

"Oops! Behind! ”

Just when the Zen Master was surprised, Lin Ling turned around and aimed at the dark entrance of the tomb.

A hinged hook of flesh cut through the black mist, hooking his body and pulling him into the darkness.

"Meat."

The glowing blood-stained eyes flashed with a compelling spirit.

"Fresh meat." The cloth shattered, and the ugly monster opened its fangs full of sharp teeth and bit down on Lin Ling's shoulder.

It's a stitch monster!