Standing behind Marx wholeheartedly, at this time, he acts as the protagonist of a plane, and the other demigods will not do him any harm.

Without wholeheartedness, they want to launch a large-scale undead natural disaster, which is absolutely impossible.

But with wholeheartedness, they have the opportunity to kill more, as a necromancy, only by killing more living beings can they break through the limit of necromancy, and demigods must kill more if they want to become gods.

Take living beings as nourishment, let them evolve, make them stronger.

Therefore, there is no danger in wholeheartedness, and it is even protected by ten demigods.

As for why Quanxin has the breath of the protagonist, this may be due to Arthur, and during the time with Arthur, he was contaminated with Arthur's breath, and in addition to snatching Roland, Roland's identity and mission were changed.

In addition to the tasks of the system, these add up to make the whole heart look like the real plane protagonist.

Although the whole heart is not from this dwarf plane, the protagonist of the plane is not necessarily from the original plane, other worlds, and even other planes, are possible.

Moreover, the body of the whole heart, it is difficult to have a strong necromantic aura, which is also liked by many demigods, and necromancers, like them, bring death.

"Master, there are a lot of demigods in this face, and there are more than thirty breaths." Marx spoke carefully, his voice only two people could hear.

"Well, don't panic, I'll take action at a critical moment." He nodded wholeheartedly and continued to look ahead.

Marx stood in front, the magic boiling, protecting Quanxin and the three daughters of Roland in the back, as for Barto, he had shrunk and burrowed into Quanxin's pocket, waiting for the critical moment to erupt.

Legendary level Barto, facing the battle head-on, although there are not many, but if you sneak attack, you can definitely break out more terrifying damage.

Most of the enemies can't imagine that there is a demigod-level combat power in the pocket of the whole heart.

"Boom."

There was a loud bang, and thirty-three behemoths appeared.

The color of the metal, the size of more than a kilometer, all show something.

"Is it an alchemy puppet?" Looking at the behemoth in the distance, he asked lightly.

There was some brilliance in his eyes, this kind of puppet didn't have much effect on him, but at least it could be used, and other necromancers were probably useless.

"It should be, the power of dwarfs, most of them are alchemy, or useless food, so far I have not found a talent for fighting or magic, but alchemy is also a good power." Marx spoke slowly, explaining wholeheartedly.

Halfway through Marx's speech, thirty-three behemoths began to attack.

"You stinky bones, die, let the great Barbator crush you."

The alchemy golem at the front made a sound, and the back of its body spewed flames, and its speed soared, rushing towards the necromantic demigods.

Especially in the face of those three huge zombie demigods, they are even more targeted at him.

Let go of the size of the demigod zombie, the size is more than five hundred meters, this is not the limit, it is half smaller than those alchemy puppets.

When the dwarf demigods saw this, of course, they directly attacked the three demigod zombies, and the other small ones were in hand later.

"Roar."

The demigod zombie roared angrily, and his body instantly swelled, and his height of two thousand meters was even bigger than that of a puppet zombie, and in terms of strength, it was stronger.

As a meat shield of the undead, it is also a demigod zombie upgraded from the lowest level, and is confident in its own strength and defense.

"Sword of Flame."

"Shield of Light."

"Infinite impact."

Even the voice of the golden puppet sounded, and the words of that kind of demigod, with the intoxicating soul power, all looked at the alchemy puppet.

"Is this the voice of the gods?" Hearing the words of the Lianjin puppet, he said with some excitement.

"It should be, I understand it, but this voice is not any language I know, but an ability that can only be used at the level of a demigod, even an ordinary demigod, not even an ordinary demigod, this is the language of the soul, even me, I can't." Marx shook his head, and although he admired this language, it was of little use.

It can be used for learning, but it can be used for fighting, and it will not increase the combat effectiveness of the slightest, but will let people know what he is going to do.

Perhaps only these gnomes, arrogant and proud, and weak gnomes, will be used openly.

"Die, little man." The demigod zombie laughed, and shouted out loudly in the voice of the necromantic plane, with the words of the soul.

"Die, die fat, die, die, die."

"Kill him."

"Burn him, you must not leave him."

"We are great dwarf demigods, and all other races must be greeted on their knees."

A little dwarf made the dwarf demigods completely angry, even if they were demigods, even if they had been modified with alchemy props, their height was only about one meter.

It is not possible to improve, this is the limit of the race, unless you get out of this race, you can become higher and bigger.

Anyone who utters the word dwarf in front of them is a mortal enemy, and when they meet, they must be killed.

"Haha, dwarf, bunch of trash, haha, dwarf, not as tall as my calf, go die." The three demigod zombies rushed forward and slammed their bodies with their bodies that had stopped rotting.

The collision of carrion and metal, the battle between necromancers and alchemy, the confrontation between demigods and demigods.

All of this made Quanxin a little curious.

Curious about how capable these little dwarfs, who are called waste, can be.

Among the eleven demigods, all of them look down on this kind of dwarf, and there must be some basis.

Or rather, they, really weak.

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Boom."

After three collisions, the alchemy puppet was directly knocked away, while the three demigod zombies were intact, at most the outside of their bodies was a little scorched, which was the result of the flames.

"Haha, tickle, die, stinky dwarf." A demigod zombie laughs, grabs an alchemy puppet, and tears it open excitedly, looking for the whereabouts of the demigod puppet.

The hard alchemy puppet, in front of him, was vulnerable and fragile like a piece of wood.

Watching the dwarf demigod being grabbed at random and then eaten in one bite was really surprising to the whole heart.

This demigod is really weak, weak is not like words.

Not even some legendary-level combat power, isn't right?

"Master, this is the combat power of the dwarf, a race with weak combat effectiveness, but very arrogant, it is better when facing other races, but it is vulnerable in the face of our necromancers."

"All their powers, all their alchemy props, are useless to us."

"As long as it is not an attribute of life, this kind of alchemy prop is a toy for us."

"We have exterminated this dwarf-like race many times, and we necromancy, but we like this race the most."

"The strength is weak, but the soul taste is okay, after killing, you can get a lot of resources, those alchemy props, although we are useless, but we can trade with people from other planes and worlds, which is a good target."

Listening to Marx's explanation, he nodded wholeheartedly, but he was a little worried.

The description of the task is not so simple.

Maybe these demigods are weak, but the strong people in this plane definitely have, and they are definitely not ordinary necromantic demigods that can be defeated.

"Marx, be careful, this plane, this race, is not as simple as you think." opened his mouth to remind him, and he stopped talking with all his heart and continued to watch the play.

"Yes, great master."