"Pick up your weapons and come with me."

Gaudus gave such an order, and the two dominant skeletons complied, but they were slow to react and waited several seconds before making the move.

Gao Duos knew that this was due to his lack of strength, but as he grew up, the level of [Domination] and [Soul] abilities increased, and the speed at which the undead minions could execute orders would be accelerated accordingly.

"Can you still hold on?" Gaudus looked at the pale Alice and asked with concern.

Alice nodded, the experience of this night may be more memorable than the last ten years combined, but no matter what, she wanted to persevere, and she felt relieved until the moment when Gados succeeded in his revenge.

Gaudus gently took her hand and said, "Take my hand, it will be better." ”

Alice blushed and did not refuse. Although Gaudus's hands were a little cold, he always felt much more comfortable when he held them like this.

Taking advantage of the night, the group quietly returned to the village of the Holy Maiden.

A bonfire was lit in the small square in the center of the village, and around the bonfire, there were already 13 more bandits, all equipped with everything they could, with serious and nervous expressions.

On both sides of the stream, large dandelions swayed in the wind and flew into the sky under the night wind.

"That howl, it seems to be Charlie's voice."

"That's right, it's him. The last time he robbed the village, when he was a little girl, he made this kind of sound, but it was much more pleasant. ”

"And this time, he's doing the same thing?"

"I ...... I don't know, Charlie's voice this time is like going to hell and being tortured by the devil. They haven't come back until now, I think... I'm afraid something has happened to them. ”

"Something? Is there anything that can stump Charlie's bow and arrow? What's more, he's not alone! ”

"Yes, but even then, they are not back now... I think that's why the boss woke us up. ”

Almost all of the bandits' eyes were in the direction of the woods, praying in their hearts that the four companions would come back soon, but as time passed, one after another mournful trombone sounded in the woods, which made their hearts gradually sink.

But there is only one exception.

It was a tall man in a black robe with a sword hanging from his waist, standing as straight as a javelin, and unlike other rough-looking mountain bandits, he looked exceptionally clean and neat, like a... Aristocrat?

In a rough and sloppy crowd, cleanliness can only be the prerogative of the chief, and there is no doubt that he should be the head of this group.

Instead of looking in the direction of the woods, he doesn't have a look of loss on his face, on the contrary, he is smiling and admiring his masterpiece: a "corpse view".

It was a pedestal of 34 corpses, covered in dandelion seeds, each with their faces facing outward, so that the bandits could see their dying expressions. They all had one thing in common, and that was with fear, deep fear.

In the middle of the barricade was a wooden pole, and a rope strangled the body of a little girl and hung her from the pole.

A gust of wind blew the little girl's body around, so that it could face the bandit leader. Under the reflection of the campfire, the little girl's face became clear.

It was a lovely face, with big eyes and a straight nose, but unfortunately it was covered with blood and stained with dandelion seeds, and its expression was too frightened and desperate to look hideous.

The leader of the mountain bandits looked at this cute and hideous face, showed a look of appreciation, and even clapped his hands and exclaimed, "This is really art. ”

Yes, in his eyes, the landscape made of the corpses of the innocent dead is... The art of blooming life.

The smell of rancid smell began to fill the air, and a swarm of flies buzzed in, gathering around the corpse barracks, ready to enjoy the feast.

"Quiet... Phantom! ”

A mountain bandit trembled and pointed in the direction of the woods, and between the cracks of several houses that had collapsed into ruins, six fireflies suddenly appeared, and the white flames, either vigorous or dim, floated in the air one person high, looking like six ghosts from a distance.

"It's really a ghost!"

"What should I do?"

The leader of the mountain bandits took his eyes off the "artwork" and said in a deep voice: "Don't mess around, my long sword has not been unsheathed yet." ”

This man, who had a keen interest in placing corpses, was quite authoritative among the mountain bandits, and when he finished saying this, no one dared to show a panicked look anymore. The leader drew his sword and stared at the so-called ghosts, and only when they got closer did he say, "That's not a ghost, it's three skeletons." ”

When they heard this, the mountain bandits were relieved. They had no contact with ghosts, so they were instinctively terrified, but they had seen skeletons: dull, weak, clumsy, lowly undead, and that was their impression of skeletons.

There seems to be nothing to be afraid of.

Although his subordinates relaxed, the leader frowned. The eyes of ordinary skeletons are all hollow without exception, but the eyes of these 3 skeletons in front of them are burning with fire, and the jump of the flame is almost like the soul is in rhythm!

The wind is still blowing, and wherever there is, there are countless dandelion seeds flying lightly, as if to summon the spirits of the dead, guiding them not to lose their way on the way to heaven.

The skeletons finally walked in front of the bandits, and the two sides were only 20 paces apart.

The mountain bandits looked at these three strange skeletons, but their hearts couldn't help but become nervous, and they couldn't help but take half a step back.

The bandit leader was a little annoyed and shouted, "It's just three skeletons, kill them!" ”

The word "skeleton" injects invisible power into the weak heart of the mountain bandit, yes, it's just three skeletons that can fall apart at once, what's there to be afraid of?

They rushed forward one after another, swords, and axes slashing at the white skeletons of the skeletons as if they were risking their lives to tear them apart!

Syllable! Facing the siege of 12 mountain bandits, the two tall skeletons walking in front of them were scattered into a pile of rotten bones after being severely split for 19 times, only the skulls remained relatively intact, and the soul fire in their eyes became more and more dim.

These two skeletons are very durable, and have a keen sense of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, in the face of the siege of mountain bandits, they will subconsciously dodge the most deadly attacks, and choose to resist the relatively low intensity of the attack, they also know how to use the weapons in their hands to parry, the power of the parry is not weak! This is not something that ordinary skeletons can do.

On the other hand, they don't feel fear, they don't feel pain at all, and they won't lose their combat effectiveness even if they lose seventeen or eighteen bones on their bodies. Before being completely chopped apart, the two skeletons fought back, severing one man's palm and piercing one's heart.

Perhaps, what is really scary is the third skeleton.

It was a very petite skeleton, perhaps less than one meter six in height, slender and erect, and it was clear that the deceased was a... Beautiful girl.

Its delicate feet stepped on a straight line, and with a natural graceful and feminine rhythm, it walked slowly towards it.

It was a beautiful but weak skeleton, holding only a short sword in its hand, looking unthreatening, but the only thing that was unpredictable was the sword-shaped soul fire in its eyes, beating and changing, and little by little sparks falling downward, as if... People are crying.

Could it be that she's... Weep?

The little skeleton ignored the bandits who were slowly surrounding the mountain bandits who were pacing cautiously, and instead moved his gaze to the corpse temple and the little girl who was hanging on it.

The soul fire in her eyes suddenly shook, raised her hand, and trembled and stretched out to the little girl's corpse, as if she wanted to touch her face, but how could she touch it? Only a white dandelion seed flew over and landed on her fingertips.

Yes, she is Joan of Arc.

At this time, the mountain bandits had surrounded her, ready to launch an unsolvable siege, but for some reason, no one dared to take the first step forward, and no one dared to wave a knife at her.

"Come on, what are you waiting for? Kill her! ”

At the urging of the leader, the bandits put aside all caution and fear, waved the weapons in their hands, and pounced on Joan of Arc in all directions!

Burst!

The mountain bandits only saw a flash of sword light, and then the neck and wrist parts bloomed with a large canopy of blood!

Joan of Arc's figure blurred for a moment, then regained clarity, she was still standing in place, but the white bones on her body were stained with blood and flesh, and under her feet, there were four more half-amputated arms and ...... that clenched the sword 3 heads.

Syllable! A slender figure as thin as bones cut through the crowd, and three blood-spurting headless bodies fell to the ground, followed by four mountain bandits clutching their bleeding severed arms, wailing bitterly and helplessly.

The blood flowed continuously, accumulating into a pool of blood at Joan of Arc's feet, and when the wind weakened, countless dandelion seeds descended, lying quietly in the pool of blood, accompanied by the flood of blood.

The surviving bandits looked at their companions, either beheaded or with their arms severed, their mouths wide open, their expressions glazed at first, then shocked, and finally terrified.

"How... What's going on? ”

"It's like... The skeleton. ”

"A sword?"

“… Should... Yes. ”

Only now did they believe that this scene was done by the skeleton in front of them, and it seemed that she only made a sword.

A sword beyond the limits of their imagination.

Joan of Arc flicked the dagger in her hand, and the blood on the blade was flicked dry, regaining its bright, sharp metallic color. The rest of the bandits, like frightened wolfdogs, saw this action and subconsciously thought that Joan of Arc was going to kill, so they dropped their weapons and ran wildly, trying to escape from this demon!

Joan of Arc didn't chase it, but turned her head, quietly looked at the bandit leader, and then walked towards him step by step.