The bigwigs were arguing in the air, Xu Zhi was jumping on the street, and the pile of skeleton zombies that surrounded them in the early days were unlucky, and he used the ruins iron gun to sweep and push them in various ways.

There are so many undead creatures, Xu Zhi feels too cool, if this iron spear is thicker, it would be good if he smashed these skeletons to smash them.

"The little turtle calf, the stick is not a stick, the gun is not a gun, but there is a brute strength."

A mess of smashing, looking at Huang Putu's eyelids blinked, the ghost knew why this kid liked to fight the undead so much, anyway, it was some dead things, so he just went, most of his mind was on Rodhart, and the little half of his mind also looked at Xu Zhi, this guy in the province overturned in the gutter.

"Where did he get so much courage, now is the time for the bigwigs to compete against each other."

Yan Jinbai looked at Xu Zhi who was fighting and killing in the distance speechlessly, and admired it in his heart, the bigwigs on both sides broke blindly, and then cut down all the disabled brothers of the other party on his side.

"Senior brother is just such a little hobby," Gu Yuxi responded in a low voice.

"Remove a batch of garbage, you have no opinion."

Huang Putu smiled, he spoke casually, he didn't communicate with his spirit, it was completely up to Rodhart to guess, for a while the black knight's head was very big, but he could still guess some of the other party's meaning.

"Whatever you want, the conscious undead have all run away."

Rodhart looked at it twice, this pile of crippled undead creatures tonicized him like chewing wax, he didn't even have the qualifications to go to the battlefield, he died when he died, and occasionally some souls were absorbed by the Spiritualist Tower, and when the time comes, he can be reused if he fuses and renovates.

The other party's self-talk made Huang Putu understand a lot of things, and he had no interest in the history, speculation, and even nonsense of these relics.

Interests and strength are what he cares about, and cooperating with the relics is tantamount to seeking skin with a tiger.

If he didn't work, Rodhart would not hesitate to kill him, but now the situation is stronger than people.

"Outsiders, what conditions do you need to retreat, or you have to fight me now."

Rodhart raised the arc scimitar, a black light continued to circulate on the scimitar, in this place, he still occupied some natural advantages, the traps on the dome detonated a large pile, but there were still some unreacted, can be used slightly, the presence of Catheret and Elsa, the two of them with a little magic assistance, may be able to disrupt a trace of the rhythm of Huang Putu.

The two have different cultivation directions, and the emphasis is not the same, Rodhart is quite powerful in cavalry combat, foot combat is quite powerful, fighting skills move to death, and with the assistance of magic, he is a very good death knight, as the death knight leader of the dark city, even in the ancient Diya Kingdom, there are very few knights close to his strength.

Huang Putu's spear skills are domineering, and the killing is quite strong, but the most frustrating thing about Rodhart is that Huang Putu can fly, and the speed is unusually fast, in the world of magic and knights, flying has always been a specialty of mages, without special magic props, Rodhart can't do long-distance flight at all, and when he kills Huang Putu, he acts very passively.

Without artifacts and efficient killing magic, even if he was reborn, he still couldn't be Huang Putu's opponent.

However, Rodhart's ambition is not to defeat Huang Putu, he just wants to break through the heavens and the earth, as long as there is the slightest opportunity, he wants to rush into the broken kingdom of God, use evil magic sacrifices, and give the gods his most violent blow.

This blow is life and death.

Rodhart didn't know, but he felt that he had to do it, and humans and the undead didn't need a god who could always dictate and follow God's direction.

"Gru, Korg, did you realize it in the first place?"

Rodhart was silent, he looked at the dark sky, maybe this is an eternal and inexplicable answer, even if Gru and Kor are powerful, they are at the top of the strength of the immortals, how can they survive that kind of big explosion, it is a scene where even the soul is about to be blown apart.

"Six years, two chances."

"I'm very interested in an opponent who doesn't have much room to advance, if Dongyue has another great grandmaster, maybe you can live a few more years."

Huang Putu stretched out his finger, he was not good at soul communication, but language matched with gestures, he believed that Rodhart could understand.

His eyes wandered, looking at the Soul Tower, on the tower, dotted with stars, all kinds of soul lights were constantly flying, faintly, he could also sense some murmuring sounds.

"Is that the secret of your resurrection?"

"Yes, the strong man in the outside world, that is the soul tower of our undead, all the souls of the dead in the vicinity can be absorbed, as long as the soul is strong enough, it can be recuperated and repaired, and then enter the body arranged for itself and resurrected."

Rodhart doesn't hide it, he can't hide this kind of thing, and it doesn't take a long time for a stronger opponent to figure out this matter, and he can guess a little.

"Your technology is interesting."

Huang Putu nodded slightly, indicating that he already understood.

The study of the soul is a big project, and humanity is still in the stage of exploration and discovery, and this building may be a source of inspiration for some researchers, who took a second look before withdrawing his gaze.

"I don't think you have anything worth my attention, these three boys need a gift from you."

Huang Putu pointed to the two on his side, and nodded at the one who jumped in front of him, the strength reached his point, and the items that were valuable to him in the ruins became more and more scarce, that is, the vitality of heaven and earth, if he didn't have enough of it, he wouldn't be too lazy to ingest.

The three boys had just struggled to get him out of town, and if Rodhart had some barely usable items, they would have repaid the favor.

"Well, then, Katheri, Elsa, stop watching the show, let's get some blood out of one person."

Rodhart shouted at the two undead bosses who rode bone dragons in the sky.

"Why don't we have our share of the good deeds, it's not fair that the bleeding is our turn," Elsa screamed.

"Do you want to pay for life again, we don't have a lot of things on us that can be used" Cathery had a headache, time was so long, many of their items had turned into dust, the Dark City was lifeless, there was no industry, no commerce, only the two of them were left who specialized in skeletons, a zombie who muttered about his body every day, and this Death Knight Commander.

"Haha, I don't have to pay for my life, it's good to die" Stronke, who had turned into a ball of soul light, gloated, and was immediately stuffed into his mouth by Aisha.

"Let me out, let me out, you stupid woman, I don't want to stay in your stinky mouth" Stronk's soul kept roaring.

"I suddenly thought of a good idea, it's very distressing to take my own baby, but we don't feel distressed at all with Stronk, haha."

Facing Stronk as she bumped into the muzzle of a gun, Elsa felt like she had discovered a new world.

"Good idea," Caterry's eyes lit up. I want to talk about "Heroes and Invincible Grandmasters" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~