As a cultivator of necromantic spells, Nangong Zaoye was very familiar with the theory of manipulating life and death, but the human head with a large number of parasitic tentacles that appeared in front of her obviously had nothing to do with necromancy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although he felt very uncomfortable, Nangong still mustered up the courage to step forward early and night and observe the head up close.

The human head was still fresh, and the outer skin and various organs were intact, and it seemed that it was the head of a person who had just died.

Presumably one of the migrants killed.

But if that's the case, then the problem arises. Nangong stared at the tentacles parasitic on the section of his neck early and night, and couldn't help but have a question in his heart.

Since there is a corpse's head here, where is his body?

And, what about the others? Why is there only this one body here? And what are those tentacles that are parasitic on the cross-section?

What is happening in this dark realm is incomprehensible and difficult to speculate.

Because Nangong didn't even know what her enemies looked like morning and night, let alone what happened next.

The tentacles continued to squirm, and blood and secretions fell to the ground with a 'snapping' sound.

"I'm annoyed!" Nangong's Morning and Night Staff aimed at the head that had turned into a tentacle nest, and a magic missile shot out in an instant.

"Bang!"

The missile containing the energy of the powerful magic net exploded in an instant as it touched the human head, and the escaped arcane energy blew the entire monster lair to pieces.

For a moment, the skull fragments and tentacle stumps that had been scattered by the explosion instantly splattered out, flying in the air with charred secretions and blood.

'Smack. Some of the remaining tissues also stuck to Nangong Zaoye's bone shield.

She spun the bone shield twice like washing machine laundry, shaking off the filth.

However, the surroundings were still calm, and Nangong's behavior in the morning and night did not seem to have any effect.

"I can only move on, and in this situation, even retreating will not do any good." Looking at the filth in front of her and the calm in the depths of the darkness, she firmly grasped her staff and took another step forward.

As a necromancer, Nangong Zaoye was particularly sensitive to the aura of death, and every time she took a step into the depths of darkness, the unique aura of death emanating from the corpse became stronger.

"Here...... It seems to be getting interesting. She sniffed at these pervasive breaths from all directions, and she was a little excited.

is different from the usual love of emojis, she likes to deliberately sell cute. When Nangong entered the battle mode early and night, she seemed to be reborn, and both her fighting style and methods of action became hard and wild.

But this wildness and hardness are different from Elise's.

When Elise was a molten iron queen, her swaggering personality came more from the pride of her identity and her confidence in her own strength.

And when Elise becomes a subordinate to the Marginal Night, her savage personality is more like a kind of protection for her master.

But Nangong morning and night are different.

After her personality changes after entering the combat state, she is more like a berserker burning with wild fury, she has no protection in her heart, no pride, self-confidence or even conceit, only enemies.

Holding the staff in his hand tightly and horizontally in front of his chest, Nangong began to chant in the morning and night.

"The dark night of the void of the dead realm is as sharp as paper, and the binding of the evil spirit is only half a foot left, and the long handle is in front, the black blade will come, and the magic scythe will be completed, and you will be given a death."

Ritual Weapon: Black Moon and White Night.

The ancient staff held firmly in his hand began to gradually change from the brown of the trees to pure white as the words of the spell came out of his mouth, and at the top of the staff, the part that should have been inlaid with crystals disappeared, replaced by a large black scythe that suddenly grew.

What kind of necromancer is without a scythe?

Nangong swung the black-and-white long-handled scythe in his hand twice in the air in the morning, and then held it with his backhand and slashed it to his side, cutting a black and white afterimage in the air.

"Sure enough, the scythe is the romance of the Necromancer." Nangong held the scythe in his hand in the morning and night, raised his right foot, and took the last step into the strong aura of death.

'Smack. ’

As her right foot landed, a familiar voice rang out.

Nangong looked up early in the night and saw a woman's head hanging high on a branch sticking out of the mountain wall.

Like the man's head before it, the woman's head was still fresh, still parasitized by a large number of tentacles.

"Is it the same trick again...... But this shouldn't be the only corpse here. Nangong looked away from the woman's head early and night, looking around for other targets.

But the situation is still exactly the same as last time, except that the sex of the head is female.

Nangong Zaoye's right hand was vigorous, and he swept towards the tentacle nest hanging in the air with a black and white scythe in one hand.

A mage's scythe is no ordinary melee weapon, and they are often infused with a large number of spells and spells, also known as 'enchantments'.

The consequences of being injured by such a weapon are often unpredictable.

Because you don't know what kind of magic is attached to the weapon that wounded you.

"Bang." The scythe was so sharp that it merely slashed through the skull and cut it off neatly.

The lower half of the severed skull fell to the ground with a large number of tiny tentacles lodged within, making an unpleasant noise.

The tentacles wept on the ground and struggled a few times before they stopped moving, like babies who had died young, because they had lost their source of nutrition.

"What would these tentacles look like when they grow up?" Nangong stared at the tentacles that had been cut off on the ground early and night, and for a moment such a curious idea came to mind.

"Forget it, it feels disgusting when I think about it." But then she looked back with some tingling, and continued her journey of exploration.

The aura of death around him became more and more intense, and Nangong even felt that he was about to suffocate in the morning and night.

But the surroundings were still misty and gloomy, and there were no enemies or allies in the dark.

"Damn." Nangong dragged the scythe on the ground in the morning and night, while observing around, "It's clear that the surroundings are full of the breath of the dead, but why didn't I see anything except two heads?" ”

"Smack."

As if to deliberately respond to Nangong morning and night, the dripping sound like leather shoes stepping on a pool of blood sounded again, stimulating Nangong morning's sensitive nerves.

"It's the front again!" Nangong lifted the sickle in his hand early and night, and ran forward at a faster pace.

"Bang bang bang." The sound of the discharge dripping again, but this time it seemed to be more dense than the previous two.

The familiar sound effects continued to echo in her ears. "I'm going to find you all today." She is also holding a black and white scythe, and her momentum is high.

Suddenly, as if he felt something, Nangong was stunned early and night.

'Bang ......'

The sound of secretions dripping on the ground rang out.

Nangong clenched the sickle in the morning and night and slowly raised his head.

Above her head was a mountain wall that stretched out abruptly. And beneath the mountain wall were many heads, or nests, hanging upside down.

Now, their position is directly above Nangong Morning Night.

Blood and secretions kept dripping down and spilling on the top of her head.

Nangong felt that his SAN value had decreased early and night.