Not only was Shi Stone's face pale at the moment, but even Fang Zheng's face was not much better. Think about it, you were going to go to Shadowfang Castle, but you just entered and met Kel'thugad, how would you feel?

This meow doesn't play cards according to the routine! Versions are not the same, okay.

Looking at the lich floating in the air in front of him, Fang Zheng also quietly took a few steps back. It's no wonder that he and Stone didn't expect this situation, it's really that the other party is too disguised, one of the top powerhouses of the Council of Ten Thousand Deaths, and it is almost certain that the other party must have the ability of the legendary realm. According to the reason, generally such an existence must be a strong general without weak soldiers, and any necromantic skeleton is a basic operation, and it is not impossible to have a few banshee bone dragons. If Fang Zheng and them were able to deal with a little high-level troops, then I am afraid they would not go so deeply.

The result? This uncle is familiar with online texts, and he plays deeply with the routine of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger! Along the way, Fang Zheng and Stone only encountered basic undead creatures such as skeleton soldiers and necromantic giants, so not only did Fang Zheng not care, but even Stone thought that it might just be a crazy lich inside. An ordinary lich, although it is still dangerous for big knights like Stone and Malte, is at least controllable.

But what they didn't expect was that it would be one of the most terrifying and powerful beings in the Council of Ten Thousand Deaths! A Lich Lord!

How much are you a boss-level existence, can you have a face? As for playing us like this? And what are you doing in such a low-key outfit? Which of the boss characters in the game is not wearing gold and silver, where is it like you are wearing a black robe and tattered......... Fang Zheng said that he also looked away.

Oh......... By the way, the Lich has no face.

"That's right, since you're here, then don't leave........."

Frank still looked very calm at this moment, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the void in the direction where Fang Zheng and Stone were.

But at the same time, suddenly, a flash of fire appeared from the side of the Lich Lord, rushing towards it like a meteor.

"Stop!"

The Grand Knight of Malte raised his sword in the air, and the scorching flames burned on it, and he roared and swung it down, and then saw the blazing flames swirl towards the Lich Lord suspended in mid-air. However, the Lord of the Lich didn't even look at the Grand Knight of Malte, and before the fierce flames came to its side, he saw a translucent spiritual barrier appear out of thin air around the Lich Lord's body, and then saw the original raging flames become smaller and smaller like a candle in the wind in the blink of an eye, and then completely extinguished.

However, the Lich Lord's movements did not pause in the slightest, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed it gently, and the next moment Fang Zheng and Stone felt the earth begin to shake, and then behind them, a wall of white bone condensation rose from the ground, quickly blocking their retreat.

It's terrible!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Fang Zheng's face was already gloomy to the bottom, he clenched the Broken Sky Sword in his hand, and his eyes were hesitant. To be honest, Fang Zheng didn't expect that these guys in the Overworld were more than one goblin after another, if he could be more cautious......... It's useless! He doesn't know much about the world in the first place, and in the absence of enough intelligence, doesn't he have to rely on other people's judgment?

"It's a guest, so why don't you come to my ceremony too?"

"No way!"

Hearing the Lord of the Lich's words, Stone roared angrily, raised the greatsword in his hand and rushed forward again. However, the Lord of the Lich apparently also knew that the villain died from talking too much, so it didn't even say anything more, just reached out and made a few gestures in the air. Immediately after, a creepy scene appeared.

The dozen or so corpses of the Templars lying on the ground suddenly burst with a "click", and then their bones flew up from the corpses as if pulled by invisible silk threads, spun and reassembled, and in a short time they became a terrifying monster with a huge half of their bodies and a long scythe in both hands.

"It's the Deathbringer, be careful!"

Looking at the monster in front of him, Malte's face also changed drastically, and he hurriedly rushed forward, and together with Stone, tried to flank this terrible monster on both sides. But the other party's reaction was even faster than they expected, and almost as soon as it took shape, the deathbringer suddenly raised his hands, swung the scythe in his hand one hundred and eighty degrees, and hit the weapons of Malte and Stone one after another, and the two great knights trembled and then retreated. But you can still see the cold air spreading rapidly along their hands, and in the blink of an eye, a thick layer of frost has formed on their arms.

What a terrible power!

Malte and Stone shook their hands, shattering the cold that bound their arms, and at the same time glanced at each other, each seeing the surprise and fear in each other's hearts. This is just a death bringer summoned by the Lord of the Lich, and it turns out that he can join forces with the two of them?

Even if Malte and Stone are both heroic knights, they can't help but break out in a cold sweat at this time——— the reputation of the Council of Ten Thousand Dead is not good, but they rarely appear in people's field of vision. Nor are they as fond of wreath as the Church of Doom and the Legion of Dusk, but rather because the Council of the Dead believes that "all things will die", they have enough patience to wait for the enemy to self-destruct. Therefore, the Council of the Dead is actually more active in cemeteries or battlefields, and the most common thing to do on weekdays is to dig up the remains of some powerful beings and resurrect them into undead creatures. Of course, this desecration of corpses would certainly not be accepted and sanctioned by the Temple.

There are even private rumors in the temple that the Council of the Dead is the most feared enemy of all living beings, and if they encounter any tricky opponents, they will not kill them by any means necessary to kill them like the Legion of Twilight and the Church of the Destroyed Day, but they can wait patiently.

After all, time is their ally, they don't need to do it themselves, as long as they wait patiently, then those once powerful enemies will die of old age or be killed by others, and then they will come out to dig graves leisurely, wouldn't it be beautiful?

Due to the passive and war-averse attitude of the Council of the Dead, most people in the world mistakenly think of it as a clown like the Church of the Day of Destruction, who will only engage in intrigues and tricks in private, and will be immediately defeated like a rat on the frontal battlefield.

But now the Lich Lord has immediately shattered this rumor as soon as he makes a move——— they just really don't like head-on confrontation, but that doesn't mean that the Council of the Dead is just a clown in a rat hole. It was just a makeshift Deathbringer that could resist the full force of the two great knights, Stone and Malte, and in fact, until now, Frank still had no intention of making a move, and he seemed to be more interested in the ritual.

However, this did not mean that Frank would let them mess with him, as he snapped his fingers with his right hand, and soon saw that the torn flesh of the Templars before began to wriggle and merge like melted puddings, and then turned into two flesh monsters of equal height, and pounced on Fang Zheng and several other Templars respectively.

I'm going to go!

Seeing this scene, Fang Zheng almost didn't bare his eyes out, he had only heard something about the Council of the Ten Thousand Deads from Shi Stone, and knew that these undead creatures had extremely deep attainments in the transformation of life and death. But it wasn't until this moment that Fang Zheng realized how terrifying these terrible lichs were, not counting the bones of others to make death messengers, but actually using the remaining flesh and blood waste to shape two flesh puppets. This thing can be regarded as a mid-level existence among the undead, and its strength is determined by the "raw materials" itself to make them, if the flesh and blood of the puppet comes from a few farmers, then it must be no pressure for Fang Zheng. But now that the flesh and blood of these puppets are knights from the Templars, that's a different story.

The speed of the flesh puppet was much faster than expected, and in a few breaths, he came to Fang Zheng, looking at the huge meat jelly Fang Zheng in front of him, he only felt that his scalp was numb, in the world of Diablo and Dark Souls, he had not seen a disgusting monster, but it was really the first time he had seen a monster to this extent.

Although he didn't know how the flesh puppet was made, Fang Zheng could tell at a glance that the body of this monster looked as if the limbs of the previous Templars had been half-melted and fused again, and what made him feel even more disgusting was that these organs actually looked as if they were functioning?

Especially looking at the five eyes in front of him that seemed to be in the wrong position blinking at him, it made Fang Zheng almost vomit in disgust.

"Roar———!!

However, the flesh puppet did not feel this way, it was now like a beast that relied on instinct to act, and with a roar of rage, it pounced on Fang Zheng. Two arms burst out of the jelly-like body, and two blood-stained swords were still in their hands.

What a hell!

Facing the monster in front of him, Fang Zheng also cursed in a low voice, and then he rolled to the side, connecting and dodging the opponent's two consecutive slashes, and then swung out with a backhand sword, and the brilliance of the judgment suddenly exploded, hitting the corpse of the flesh puppet, blowing up small holes.

Because there is no blood, these flesh and blood show an uncomfortable paleness, and he can even clearly see the shriveled blood vessels and internal organs inside, and what makes him feel even more disgusting is that I don't know if it is because of the influence of magic, these internal organs are still working!

Fang Zheng felt that he had better go to the bathroom now and find a place to vomit. But unfortunately, there is no toilet nearby, and he does not have this gap. Because after being attacked, the flesh puppet's body trembled, and the other two arms emerged from the place where it was attacked, and once again held the long sword in his hand and slashed at Fang Zheng. But this time Fang Zheng didn't retreat, the long sword in his hand flipped over, and the dazzling holy light crossed a pleasing silver arc in the void, splitting the two arms in front of him in two, and then Fang Zheng raised the long sword in his hand, the shining light saber formed on his side, and then rushed forward with a roar.

Countless swords of light smashed the flesh golem almost instantly, turning it from jelly to cheese, but this didn't seem to be a big problem for the flesh golem, its body was only paralyzed for a moment, and then began to merge and transform again.

At the same time, the necromantic giants on both sides had already surrounded them in great strides.