"Brothers, now, fight with me!"

Outside the door, the first wave of undead zombies rushed in, Ares roared with a giant sword in his hand, and the fallen ash messenger swept forward, a brilliant green light flashed, and more than a dozen undead zombies in front of him were instantly cut off their heads, and disgusting dirty blood was splashed all over the ground.

And this fallen sword seems to feel the smell of revenge, it is hungry and thirsty, and it is almost uncontrollable again. The skull emblem on the blade glows with a blazing green glow. Eager to slay more undead, the taste of revenge is so sweet.

Old Mograine......

Ares felt his power again......

At this time, all the warriors and paladins of the Silver Dawn and the Ash Inquisition joined the battle, and Tyran summoned the Holy Light, and his warhammer fell wildly, unleashing the fear, despair, and anger that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time. That's the power of the paladin's light......

The Crypt Demon launched a surprise attack on Ares, its forelimbs swinging wildly, each blow enough to cut through a human's body and arms. But Ares was quick enough to dodge these attacks.

Eager to fight, the Fallen Greatsword gave Ares greater agility, and just as the Crypt Demon roared again, Ares grabbed its forelimbs and leaped onto the back of the giant beetle, the Fallen Ember Bringer was impatient, and it burned with blazing flames, and stabbed the Crypt Demon in the head with a sword.

In the next second, the Crypt Demon let out a terrifying scream, however, before it could let out a second scream, green flames had already burst out of its body, and the shattered insect armor flew everywhere, and the entire Crypt Demon's body turned into burning wreckage.

Ares jumped down and stood with Tyran again.

They were back-to-back, facing a sea of skeletons and undead zombies.

A ghoul pounced on it and was stabbed in the shoulder by Ares with his broadsword, and the ghoul immediately let out a cry of pain, and Ares stepped on its body, drew his greatsword, and slashed its neck with one more blow. The sound of flesh tearing came, accompanied by the sound of weapons swinging and striking, and the entire dark dean's study hall was in chaos.

"Damn it, what about your people? Where are they now?! ”

In the midst of the scuffle, Tyran angrily confronted the Forsaken Assassin.

"They should be killing the Lich Lace right now, it's the true master here."

The undead assassin struggled to speak, and after speaking, its dagger fell on the nearest zombie like a storm, and in less than two seconds, the cataclysmic zombie was torn to pieces and fell apart.

After the killing, the undead assassin stood panting in place, his arms bulging with blood all over the muscles. Even though he was already a dead man, at the moment, he looked like a big living man.

"It's a mistake to work with these so-called Forsaken, look, we're fighting here, and they're elsewhere, slaying the so-called Lich. Damn, where's the lich? If it really exists, give labor and management to stand up! ”

Drumm yelled in dissatisfaction. His sword swung in the air, one piercing the head of one zombie and severing the arm of another. Again, the two swords slashed at a ghoul, and the mad dog-like ghoul jumped into the air, only to be impaled directly by Dram's two swords, and then the great warrior roared and unloaded the ghoul to the ground. The rotten flesh slammed into the ground with a muffled sound. A disgusting moan came from between the ghouls' teeth.

"Valiant warriors, your spirit is truly admirable, but does it make sense? There are thousands of undead souls waiting for you, you have slain one wave, and there will be another, and you are no match for the Lich King. ”

In the midst of the bloody scuffle, a burst of revenant words came, and looking in the direction from which the voice came, Ares saw an old man wearing a cloak and a black mask on his face. His body seemed so small and insignificant in the crowd of zombies, but Ares knew that the rickety old man was the dean of the psychic academy, Gardin. Necromancer.

He stood on the second-floor platform, looking at the human team in a desperate situation, surrounded on all sides. A smug smile appeared on his face.

And beside him, there are still four ghostly shadows floating from time to time, which are the banshees of the psychic academy. This kind of absolute undead cannot be killed with ordinary weapons.

They just like that, floating in nothingness beside the necromancer, as if mocking the stupid human squad.

At this moment, a terrifying scream was heard again, and the warriors could barely stand the noise, and they fell to the ground, covering their ears in pain. The Song of the Banshee!

The sound echoed through the room, like sound waves, and Ares felt his eardrums almost burst. The warriors around them fell one by one, no one could stand the screams of the banshees, they seemed to be ghosts from previous lives, coming with a cold breath of death, and the warriors fell to the ground, and were pierced by the sword of the Scourge soldiers.

"No!"

Tyran shouted, and the hammer slammed into the Scourge warrior. The Disaster Soldier suddenly fell on his back, his skull shattered.

"Damn the undead!"

Tyran roared angrily, but its hammer couldn't hit the necromancer on the second-floor platform. Dean Gardin watched as the warriors and paladins around Ares fell one by one, covering their ears but unable to stop the blood oozing from their nostrils and ear canals.

The Banshee Soul laughed, but in the middle of the study, what about Ares, who was there just now?

I saw that in the chaos, a big green sword was waved among the zombies, it was an angry revenge, and the endless grievances even surpassed all the undead here.

The Fallen Ash Envoy roared, it buzzed and tore through the air, slashing into the bodies of the undead zombies, severing their heads, and the green flames were like a rolling torrent, carving a bloody path through the zombie crowd.

There was a powerful dark energy all around, but it seemed that nothing could be done by Ares's left and right, and like an angry beast, he tore through the defenses of the undead zombies, and countless stumps and severed arms rose in front of the Great Lord, spilling down from both sides of the stairs.

"It can't be!"

Dean Gardin exclaimed. It is true that there are many lost and undead in the Psychic Academy, which can rush in waves and drown the raiding team of Ares, but at the moment, the Grand Lord of the Ash Inquisition does not seem to give the necromancer such time.

Feeling the vengeful spirit of old Mograine, the fallen Ash Messenger fell with a sword, and even the fat Abomination of the Scourge was slashed by Ares's sword, and the fat body slipped smoothly from it the moment the giant sword slashed. Green plague gas was released from the body that had been cut in half.

Gardin couldn't even see what was going on with the beast-like lord behind the green cloud.

However, in the next second, an angry roar came, and the last zombie in front of Dean Gardin's sight was split in half by Ares's sword from top to bottom! In front of him, an angry, beast-like Ares appeared.

"Stop him!"

The Dark Dean exclaimed. He stood here watching the play, originally thinking that with such a formation, it was impossible for the people below to come up, and zombies and ghouls would drown them. However, he didn't expect that there would be this scene in front of him.

At the same time as Dean Gardin gave the order, the four-headed undead banshee of the Psychic Academy suddenly dragged her ethereal body and flew towards the human in front of her......