The skeleton's claws clasped around the dry dirt and pulled its body out of the decaying soil.

The moment they were given the power of action by the Lich King, they belonged to the Demon Realm, and their bodies began to undergo strange changes, and the original bones extended bone spurs, and they rushed towards the only enemy the moment they were unearthed.

The skeletons moved not at all like a pile of rotten bones, but more swift than a mad warrior, their jaws wide open, as if they were roaring silently, brandishing the weapons they had brought to the grave before they died, and unleashing deadly attacks at Doyle.

Doyle stretched out his palm and pushed it forward, and an invisible wind pressure converged around her and spilled away.

The powerful wind force swept through everything around her like a sharp blade, and the dirt and rocks were rolled and flew outward, but the charging skeletons were not blown away, but slowed down, and their legs stubbornly moved forward as if they were nailed to the ground.

The black goat strode towards Doyle, the wind that could contain the skeleton soldiers, like a breeze in his eyes, and a chilling aura emanated from behind his iron mask, which was already like a red-hot piece of iron, flowing with scorching light, and his strong body spread red lightning, which seemed to indicate terrible power.

Are demigods powerful?

Yes, but only in strength.

Her flesh was as fragile as a piece of paper without the protection of magic.

And how powerful can Doyle, who doesn't have a staff, use to use a spell?

"Doyle, accept the judgment of the Dark God!"

Doyle's index finger appeared with a blade made of magical condensation.

"Hmph, do you want to use that thing against me? Don't be too naïve. ”

Doyle didn't answer, but lifted his clothes, revealing his smooth and flat abdomen, probed his left hand into his stomach, and then his right hand stabbed the last rib on his left without hesitation!

The sharp magic blade easily cut through the skin, like a laser, and cut a hole neatly.

Doyle's face turned pale suddenly, but his hands kept moving, precisely manipulating the beam of magic to make precise cuts, and the technique was so fast that people didn't have time to react.

The left hand reached through the incision into his abdomen and then held the rib!

Take!

He pulled his ribs out of his body, but Doyle didn't even frown, his white bones were stained with blood, and he looked very bloody.

This rib is different from the usual one, and it looks as if something is engraved on it, exuding a strange light of various colors.

When they saw the ribs, the Lich King and the Black Goat changed color in unison, and the mist that had been floating around them contracted like breath.

"Kill her!" The Lich King pointed the Sword of Undead Domination forward, a hoarse growl in his throat.

The slow-moving skeletons seemed to respond to his orders, forcing their way forward against the incessant wind, their bones creaking against each other.

The black goat chanted a gloomy incantation, pale green light converging at his fingertips.

No one would have thought that Doyle would actually refine his ribs into a staff, and the effectiveness of the rib staff would certainly not be as effective as her original legendary staff, but a character like Doyle only needs a staff that can withstand her spells, and his strength will increase exponentially.

The green light in the black goat's hand turned into a dazzling laser and flew towards Doyle, Doyle's glowing eyes slanted, grasped his ribs, and chanted.

"Majestic Father, Guardian Titan, listen to my call, make a pact in the name of Doyle, obey my call, and appear again on my circle! Kakaruth, the spirit of light!! ”

The simple chant was completed in an instant, the palm of the hand that clenched the ribs vigorously dripped bright red liquid, and the moment the blood hit the ground, a magic circle suddenly lit up, a pure white pillar of light shot straight into the sky, a dazzling figure appeared from it, the vague outline was burning like a flame, and the elf gathered by the light was hit by the green death, slightly dimmed.

The Elf of Light turned its head to stare at Doyle with its non-direct eyes, seemingly dissatisfied.

"Did you call me out just to get beaten?" The light elf was dissatisfied.

Doyle didn't say a word, didn't even look at the other, and as she cast a spell with her right staff, her other hand reached out of the wound in her ribs and into her abdomen, as if she was fishing for something in her stomach.

Blood continued to flow from the wound, and her steps were a little unsteady.

Soon, a mask-like thing was withdrawn from her stomach, and it seemed to be a magic prop, no one would have imagined that Doyle would put such a prop in his body, but since Doyle can be placed in his body as a container, this prop is absolutely extraordinary.

This mask-like thing has two pieces, one on top and the bottom, and it looks a bit like a mouth.

Doyle put the mask on the back of his head, and the moment he put it on, the mask suddenly came to life, and a strange arc appeared in his mouth, and the mask let out a scream of excitement.

"Hee——!! It's time for me to play again~~~~"

"Behave well." Doyle said coldly with an expressionless face.

"Good partner!"

The people who had been hiding in the fog were shocked when they saw this scene.

Although he is one of the Four Emperors, he is very keen on collecting folk rumors and restoring the history of the continent, although this story is not widely spread in the Demon Realm, but even children know this story in the empire, telling a story of self-awareness, voluntarily being enslaved by an artifact, and its master together to punish evil and promote good, and the hero of this story is Doyle, and that magic is her good partner.

No one knows if the name of the artifact is true, but everyone calls this artifact -

The Calamity of Ghost Town.

He never thought it was true, and even people on the outside thought it was just a fabrication of some third-rate storyteller, but now, it was clear that that statement was going to be disproved.

"I didn't expect it to exist, the Calamity of Ghost Town."

Hearing the man in the fog speak, both the Black Goat and the Lich King turned their heads in slightly surprise and looked at the churning mist.

"Stalker, do you know what that is?"

"The Calamity of Ghost Town."

"What's that?" The black goat asked.

The Stalker in the Fog got a little impatient, and replied irritably, "Kill her anyway, I want that mouth mask!" ”

The Lich King was a little surprised, stalkers rarely showed such high fighting spirit.

At first they were worried that the irresponsible creature would be able to handle it at will, but now the laziest of them were willing to fight seriously, and maybe they wouldn't even have to kill Doyle and capture her alive.

If she can be captured alive, then His Majesty the Demon King may still be able to return.

In the distance, Doyle reached for the wound in her abdomen, and without any chanting, advanced healing techniques were cast to heal the wound, and then she raised her head and cast her gaze on the three enemies in the distance.