The death of the Lich Mentor completely destroyed the morale of the mage apprentices, and some of them began to flee, while others hysterically pounced on the intruders, and at this moment, their crude spells were not as reliable as the random clutter they had at hand. But no one surrendered, and perhaps the day they made up their minds to throw themselves into the darkness they knew they would never be forgiven.

Diego pulled the trigger and shot the fastest apprentice to the ground. Immediately afterward, he drew his crow bayonet, loaded his musket, and the next moment, the holy light that had already been filled bloomed from the tip of the bayonet.

The bayonet fell without stopping, and with a terrible wail, the life box was destroyed. To be honest, Diego is now quite sophisticated and proficient in this job. Looking at his skillful technique, the orc blood spear couldn't help but think of the scene of those sophisticated orc butchers slaughtering fat pigs before the Winter Veil Festival every year - those murderers walked up to the trembling pigs with a big grin, kicked them to the ground, and then stabbed them cleanly and neatly, straight to the heart, killing them with a single knife, as easy as eating and drinking!

"It's unbelievable that we could kill a lich so easily! In fact, if someone had told me a year ago that I was going to kill a lich, I would have smacked him in the face - when I hadn't heard how powerful a lich is. Blood Spear Dao still couldn't believe his record and muttered.

"There's nothing to brag about, I've killed both!" Dezko said nonchalantly as he cleaned the wounds on the orc's hands.

"I've killed four, three lichs plus two and a half lichs to be exact!" Masrae walked past him and said nonchalantly.

"Hey, if you do this again, you'll lose me sooner or later!" The orc shouted in frustration, he suddenly remembered something, and shouted unwillingly, "You sent me to deliver the letter!" ”

At that moment, he heard Diego running past him muttering, "Kill one, four, and if this continues, I'm really worried that I'll get a title like 'Lich Slayer'!" ”

"Are they laughing at me?" He turned his head to look at the shaman who was busy with his hands, and asked uncertainly.

"They're showing off!" The minotaur finally cast a healing wave on his hands, then nodded, and said in a straight voice.

The orc, who felt like he had been hurt so much, yelled and rushed towards the exit at the other end of the hall, feeling that he had to do something or he would be mad.

"Brian, just continue your surveying work, and the others will come with me!" Diego shouted, then followed.

They turned a corner and came to a large room filled with the smell of rancid and antiseptic, and what appeared in front of them made them creepy and shudder.

The first thing they saw was two rows of huge wooden shelves, the top of which was connected to the ceiling, and the layers below were filled with all kinds of strange things, from internal organs soaked in transparent jars, to shriveled skeletons and skeletons, to fresh flesh and tissue, some of which could still be seen to belong to humans, but some of them could not be seen at all, and some of them could not even be seen what they were.

On the shelf closest to them, there was a living human lying at the moment, his head was still intact, but the skin below the neck had been completely peeled off, revealing the bright red muscles, white tendons and light yellow fat underneath, as he breathed, these muscles and tissues were also trembling, this man was enduring unspeakable pain. When he heard the intruder's footsteps, he turned his head with difficulty and looked this way.

After a few seconds, an irrepressible ecstasy appeared on his face, not the ecstasy of salvation, and everyone could see the pleading in his eyes - to give him a good time!

It has always been known that the undead are evil, but no one can say how evil they are. Looking at the hideous, terrifying, and disgusting everything in front of them, the intruders felt bursts of irrepressible anger erupt from the bottom of their hearts. The orc's eyes even turned blood red directly!

"Living! I need more living people! Don't fool me with these corpses all the time! ”

But before they could do anything, they heard a scream of rage coming from deeper in the room. Immediately after, they saw a human woman with a scalpel in one hand and a staff in the other. She was wearing a black robe, and her chest was splattered with dark spots that appeared to be bloodstains. She looked muscular and tall, but the indigo skin and the blood dripping from the corners of her eyes revealed the true nature of her undead.

That's Janice? Barov, the former hostess of Keldaron Island. But now, she is no longer the noble and elegant aristocratic woman she once was, and she has completely degenerated into a psychic of the Scourge Legion, frantically dissecting one living person or corpse after another every day, exploring the mysteries between life and death.

When she saw the intruder, she froze. This research-obsessed madman didn't even notice the sound coming from the library next door!

"Who are you?" She asked domineeringly.

She was answered by a scorching bullet. No one wanted to talk to her, everyone wanted to send her to hell as soon as possible, where this vicious woman should be.

But this time, the bullets that had been fired in the past did not work, and Diego felt the light in front of him seem to flicker for a moment, and then the woman disappeared.

"Someone, come on!" Janice screamed in the darkness. Although she doesn't need to use her voice to summon her skeleton golem at all, the habits of the living are not so easy to change.

More than a dozen undead armed with scalpels and bone axes came out of the depths of the room, their dissecting assistants. At the same time, more than a dozen identical Jennes appeared all around, waving their staffs and summoning arcane power, dozens of arcane missiles shooting out of their hands and invading the intruders.

Diego knew that these were illusions that the female psychic mage had distorted with the power of darkness, and that it would be difficult to tell which one was the real thing. Maybe you have to kill them all to find her.

But for Diego now, he doesn't have time to play hide and seek with this woman. He swapped Death Gaze for a flaming magazine, then turned sideways and blasted towards the two rows of shelves.

Brilliant gunfire erupted through the dark hall, and the powder of the lava core in the warhead scattered in all directions, engulfing everything it touched into flames, and almost in the blink of an eye, the tall wooden frame and the contents on it were ignited.

Diego fired five shots in a row, and he stopped firing until the two rows of wooden frames were all enveloped in raging fire. In front of him, the cracked glass, the viscera soaked in slime had been spilled, the bones on display had long since shattered, and the fresh flesh was ignited, emitting a thick smell of burning. In the midst of the raging flames, Diego vaguely saw the skinned human grinning, smiling and swallowing his last breath.

"That's my brainchild! You've ruined it! ”

The woman hiding in the darkness screamed hysterically. Janice rushed out of hiding in a frenzy, brandishing her staff and rushing towards the intruders. The perennial dark life of the living dead has already crushed her last sanity into sludge, and she is mad, which is the true portrayal of her now!

Before she could get closer, a bullet had already hit her in the forehead.

The female psychic who hadn't blessed herself with any defensive spells stopped. From her mouth upwards, most of her face was swept away at once. The white brains and dark red blood splattered everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, they were sprayed clean. The head was like a demolished house, the ceiling was gone, the four walls were gone, and only the small remnants of the walls and foundations remained on the neck, and from time to time there were streams of dirty blood from the naked. Lu's throat and eyes welled up, and it fell to the ground.

She shook and fell headlong to the ground, ending her life of sin.

With her death, the distorted phantom that had been casting spells all at once disintegrated and disappeared into thin air.

"This way of dying is so cheap for her!" The orc spat the ground and complained in disbelief.