Insert your hand into your pocket and grab the mini version of Bato.

"Go, kill them, and leave none behind."

The order was given, and he raised his head wholeheartedly and looked at the starry sky.

Under the dark clouds, there were few stars, but those stars shimmered with white starlight.

Watching the starry sky may be something I like to do with all my heart.

"Whew!"

With a loud roar, Bartow looked excitedly at the rushing humans.

He can finally move.

"You, you are dead, in the presence of Uncle Barto, in the presence of the great master, wail, pain, amuse me." Bartow screamed, and the smell of sulfur covered the surrounding kilometers.

The temperature rose instantly, and the scorching air made all humans stop.

Surprised, he looked ahead at the growing lava monster.

It was only five seconds before the three-hundred-meter-long King of Lava Hounds appeared, which was not his strongest state.

If you are in hell, you can get bigger than a kilometer, but 300 meters is enough.

"Hellhound."

"No, it's a creature from hell, that person, it's a summoner from hell."

"It's not good, the breath of this hellish creature is too strong, it's a holy level."

"Damn, what's going on?"

When Barto's breath came out, everyone froze, and then yelled.

In front of a saint-level hellish creature, want to escape?

Dream on.

I didn't see it, the realm has been opened, and if you leave without permission, there is only death.

Moreover, that young man turned out to be a terrifying saint-level hell summoner, this kind of existence is even more terrifying than the creatures of hell.

"This, this lord, please, let us go, let our young master, we are willing to pay any price." The old man, who had spoken at first, suddenly knelt down and wanted to ask for forgiveness with all his heart.

If they agree wholeheartedly, they will not only survive, but will even be sheltered wholeheartedly.

But his words, with all his heart, were not taken to heart at all.

For Quanxin, all living things, except his men, are enemies, and they are all objects that can be used as materials, unless they are things that he can see.

Without opening his mouth, he continued to look at the starry sky, watching the moving black clouds, slowly blocking the starlight.

"Haha, don't pray for the great master, you, make the master angry, destined to be my ration, I, the great Bato, will eat you." Barto let out a strange laugh again, and his huge body instantly appeared behind a person.

Claws disproportionate to body size, grab a person who wants to escape, and eat it in one bite.

"Crunch."

Blood flowed everywhere, bones spilled around, and the wails of death, coupled with the spreading breath of death, made the rest of the people panic.

Between them and Bartow, the gap is too great.

"No matter, kill, kill this hellish creature, kill that hell summoner, or we'll die."

"Yes, join forces, let's live first."

The killers shouted, dozens of scrolls were opened, and one after another magical attacks emerged.

"It's itchy, itchy, it's fun, it's fun."

Barto was attacked, but instead of being angry, he screamed happily.

To be a slave of the whole heart, to be the possession of the whole heart, he is not reconciled, but he does not feel lost.

Wholehearted toughness, you can see from which words, following such a master, it is not a loss.

The creatures of hell worship the strong, and the strength of wisdom is also a kind of strength, not to mention, the goal of the whole heart is not a legend, but a god.

Bartow could sense that his wholehearted ambition was more than he could have imagined.

God is only the starting point, and his goal is too big, too brilliant, and even Barto can't even think of rebellion.

There will be no such thoughts, follow the strong, follow the orders of the strong, and that's enough.

Perhaps, he can become a demon god and become the master of the endless hell.

As soon as he thought of the benefits of following his whole heart, Bartow became excited, and his little claws made a series of movements, grabbing the resisting humans, one bite at a time, all biting into two pieces.

Death is spreading, death is continuing.

The slowly rich aura of death made the whole heart look at it.

"This kind of breath is really good." Take a deep breath, absorb the breath of death, and feel the changes in your body.

Necromancer, worthy of a perverted profession, wants to recover, wants to become stronger, can only be so by passing death.

They are the natural enemies of life, and indeed the darlings of the world.

No world can escape death, and if you want to delay it, you can only kill the living beings in the world, reduce the number of living beings, and slow down the speed of death in the world.

So, necromancer, very strong, restrictive, very little.

"Stamina +10."

"Stamina +10."

……

A series of spiritual value increases, in less than ten seconds, a full increase of more than 700 points, which is equivalent to a tenth-increase in spiritual value.

Sure enough, it is still necessary to kill the strong, and their death breath, or in other words, negative emotions, is what a powerful necromancer needs.

The weak, simply cannot offer anything.

Not even, even experience.

It's just a human being in the forties and fifties, and it can't provide anything for the whole heart, but the breath of death can make the body recover faster, which is good.

"Barto, a little more miserable." The order was given again.

"Yes, by the orders of the great Ones."

When Barto heard this, he happily agreed, and he liked this task very much, even loved.

Hell creatures like to torment people, they like to destroy everything, and the more they do, the stronger they get stronger and faster.

As the layer master of the first layer of hell, Bato is too skilled in this kind of thing.

"My lord, please let my young master go, I am willing to pay for this." The old man who had been hunted shouted again, and pulled out a medal that shimmered with brilliance.

It was a kind of medallion with a pitch-black body, shimmering with a dark aura, and this aura made the whole heart look at it.

"Order of the Black Rose?" Looking at the style and breath of the medal, the name flashed in my heartfelt memory.

In the previous life game, in the Dark Moon Empire, the best medal, its additional attributes, is the favorite of dark spells.

Unfortunately, for necromancers, it's not much use.

"A bound medal that wants to be exchanged for life? Inadequate. Glancing at the medal, he said lightly.

Bato's massacre continues, and soon, it will be the turn of the old man and his party.

Those who chase and resist are about to be killed.

"My lord, if you let us go, you will gain the friendship of Lord Dark, you know this medal, you should know Lord Darkflower." When the old man heard this, he hurriedly spoke and said a name with a bit of weight.

"Dark Hua? Hasn't he betrayed yet? Calculate the time, it should be about the same. "Looking at the old man, looking at the medal, scanning the faces of those young masters, and finally, locking on a person.

That person's face was dark and he couldn't see clearly, but his figure was ordinary, and the clothes on his body were also ordinary.

Compared with the others, it is simply the clothes of the servant, but his position is behind the old man, and he is firmly guarded by the old man.

Seeing this, if you don't understand it wholeheartedly, you are a fool.

With the name of Dark Hua, as well as the medal, with the addition of those young masters, a plot appeared in my mind.

In the game, the first super giant plot, the rebellion of the dark moon, this plot that affected the two empires, but it was the favorite of early players.

The Dark Moon Empire, the Northern Empire, launched a years-long war because of the betrayal of one person, and the fuse was the legendary powerhouse, the Dark Moon.

The younger brother of the Dark Moon Empire today, and also the legendary Sword Master, Dark Moon.

A strong outrageous man.

Unfortunately, he died in the end.

His daughter, who chose revenge, took refuge in the Northern Empire, and became a saint of the Church of Light.

Recalling the memories of his previous life, he was a little curious about this plot.

How a princess who lived in the Dark Moon Empire all year round became the holy daughter of the Northern Empire, he was curious.

"That old man, and that person, stay, and kill the rest."

Whatever you are, to me, it's just a joke.

In the face of absolute strength, it is not enough to see.

Barto in hand, what about the legend.

As long as it's not God, kneel down for me.

"Yes, follow the instructions of your great." Bartow made a move.

"Ah......h