After doing this, the giant did not chase down the other mourners, but instead bent down and was silent for a moment. For a giant man more than three meters tall, this action does not look as frustrated as a human, but rather has a breathtaking sense of threat.

He turned slowly, and some of the slow-running undead had just arrived, and although they had no will, they were still busy hiding in either side.

A hundred ghosts are easy to make.

A giant as gray as steel silently walked in the direction he came, and every foot fell was a nightmare on the ground, and the incomparably clear "footprints" looked as if they had been blasted by a fixed point, and the dull sound echoed in the corridor, knocking on the heart of every escaped mourner.

But the giant man was obviously not interested in these pretending to be ghosts, and even let go of the control of the undead. In his not-so-sober mind, he only remembered that he had one more thing to do, and that thing was about a woman.

The huge body is often understood as sluggish, on the contrary, the giant not only spans a huge step but also moves at the same speed as a teenager on a normal day. It didn't take long for him to return to the smashed and smashed-up room. The giant reached into the gap and tore through a section of the wall, as easily as breaking a cookie.

He saw the woman.

The giant walked over, stretched out a finger, and carefully pulled her over. He brushed the long purple hair that covered her face, fingers almost as large as Tearbell's body were a little clumsy, and it took great effort for the giant to see her face, pale and covered with mud. He lowered his head and saw that her white and pink peaks were now covered with blood, and they were all the way down the curve from the edge of his mouth.

The giant's heart twitched.

The body that was not moved by the six-ring spell was trembling slightly at this time. The giant didn't know why, but he knew that this woman was very important to him. So he slowly stretched out his thumb and very carefully lifted her up from the ground, holding her in the palm of his hand as if it were a treasure. Obviously his eyes were still white, but the giant's attitude was obviously softened, like a killer looking at a kitten with pity.

He straightened up slowly, and turned to take a step.

The giant's heart was much more settled. Now the thought is to get out of here.

On the other side, the undead summoned by the mourners frantically counterattacked the host, killing all the way along that path, many mourners were powerless to fight back, and were rushed up by the undead, the lucky ones who could die a little bit, and the unlucky ones were directly transformed into zombies by the undead with the ability to infect, and then followed the undead team to the upper level to kill.

Soon. The branch president, who was following the Royal Anglican Knights to the site of the explosion, also received the news. After receiving a series of bad news in one day, the president of the Supreme Funeral Society was already having a headache, and the arrival of this one undoubtedly gave him a fatal blow - the woman who decided the fate of the funeral society was robbed in the prison cell, the funeral mentor Lando was killed, and the undead rebelled, and the branch president almost lost his breath without breathing. He immediately ordered the magic suppressor to be turned on, and commanded his subordinates to go to the lower levels to suppress the undead rebellion, while he himself followed the Knights of the Anglican Church, and once the explosion problem here was solved, he would rush over immediately.

He knew in his heart that if this matter could not be properly resolved. He was not the only one who would be hit, and the funeral arrangements in Mierte would also be destroyed.

The Supreme Tribute Funeral will be in jeopardy.

But at the same time. In the corridor that had almost been chiseled by the giants, there was a soft sound where no one had passed. From the cracks in the ground stuffed with disgusting goo, a translucent ghost fluttered and slowly rose, and the unfamiliar face was full of resentment, but it was none other than Lando, the funeral teacher who had been smashed alive by the giant.

He was in a high position. He has mastered some special life-saving techniques, but unfortunately they are all destroyed under the violent and direct attack of the giants, and in the end, only this mysterious technique from Diya is left, summoning his own spirit body - in this way, whether it is to survive in the form of a spirit or to reshape the body. His strength will be greatly reduced, after all, he is only a necromancer and not a lich, not to mention that the rebirth of the lich is not without consumption, but at least, he is still alive.

"This must be the Lord of the Eternal Night helping me, let me kill this ghost thing to get revenge! Damn, I can't stay at the funeral anymore, I have to go to Diya to recover! ”

Lando was resentful in his heart, he was on a special mission, but he lost his life because of an inexplicable little mouse, and he hated to dismantle him. However, the current situation was obviously not in his favor, and Lando looked around at no one, and picked a direction and flickered away.

"This's abilities are strange, Lord Mayis will be interested, as long as I spread the information, with Lord Mayis's approval, even if it's just Lord Sandru's help, I will definitely be able to catch that! I'll just have to wait until they're done......"

"Roar!!

The familiar roar suddenly resounded through the corridor, and the giant's large face appeared above the ghost, obscuring the faint light, and his expression was as angry as if he had been reverted to a biological structure by punch after punch.

"You...... You ......"

Lando's eyes widened, and before he could react, the giant broke away in rage, and the vastness of his eyes suddenly lit up with a fiery light, like an invisible palm that bound Lando's spirit.

"No!! ……”

The gray aura that had always surrounded the giant enveloped the ghost, and in Lando's desperate screams, the ghost was sent into the giant's bottomless eyes, extracting the entire spirit.

A large amount of information rushed into the giant's brain in an instant.

He saw many pictures, many people, in the dark and oppressive hall, the phosphorus fire of the orchid jumped, and shadows quietly crossed the ground; He saw that under the cloudy sky, the army of the undead was divided into small teams, starting from the country of Diya, and speeding away in different directions; He saw the secret room in the depths of the dungeon, a team of scientists composed of dwarves, undead and even humans and elves, dressed in half-hundred-and-half-black cloaks, busy with their respective posts, running to the central position from time to time to peruse the huge drawings hanging there, and then went back to continue their work; He saw several people standing on the cliff with their hands in their hands, and a loud noise was heard from the ground position, and the distant villages below were reduced to nothing in an instant......

The giant shook his head vigorously, trying to banish the distractions from his mind.

But the only thing he did. Just replace the picture with sound.

“…… Necromancers are not human beings, and our quest is not to be noble, but to immortalize immortality. I can assure you that you will get more from our king than you ever imagined, if you do it well for us, but remember. Mr. Lando, my king can give you the qiē you want, and if you want to destroy you, you don't even need me to lift a finger......"

“…… How many times do you have to say it before you understand that this is the future! Why don't you understand, you and I cooperate, whether we stay in Rodland or leave for Cronis in the future, we have enough capital! That bullshit duke can't stop it at all! …… Well, since that's the case. Then I'm sorry! ……”

“…… Those who live will die, and those who fail will die......"

“…… Take it, this is a schematic diagram of Mierte's underground structure, I am not convenient to move, this is already the speed that I have achieved with my best efforts, the next thing, I hope you don't get involved with me, don't forget our treaty ......"

“…… Three days later. The team will arrive in Mierte, and you will only need to arrange a place for them to stay. Mistress Mayis means that he wants you to continue to lurk. I will inform you to evacuate after the operation is activated, the martial arts conference is such a grand ceremony, Diya will definitely not miss it......"

"Enough!!"

The giant slammed his fist into the ground, and with a roar of rage, the ground cracked in circles like cobwebs to the corners of the walls.

The chaotic information continued to harass the Giant's lack of clarity of consciousness, and the annoyed Giant grew angrier, and his calm mood due to Lando's death was swept away. Enraged, the giant roared into the air, then slammed into the wall next to it. He was half-hunched, subconsciously holding his hands to protect the tear bells, and only used his huge head to hit the wall. The flat rock walls reinforced with metal plates may not leave traces even with a hammer, but they are as fragile as a piece of cardboard under the impact of the giants, and the rumbling sound is like a drill wheel, and the layers of walls are shattered in the running and roaring of the giants, and the rubble leaves a clear path on the ground.

"This group of idiots actually put cold firewood in the open air."

In the brightly lit room, a bald man in a gray robe snorted disdainfully, threw down the box in his hand and continued to move forward. He was supported by a translucent shield, not caring at all about the sound he had caused before, and methodically shuttling through the neatly arranged cargo racks.

The main direction of the Funeral Society is witchcraft, so it is rare for their servants to be revealed in the development of the human kingdom, which determines that they need a lot of equipment and props to assist in the battle, so the storehouse and collection room of the Funeral Society are stocked with a large number of materials and rare treasures, and this burly bald mage is here for one thing held by the Funeral Society. However, the Funeral Society obviously does not leave important items outside casually, whether it is a small psionic outpost in front of the storehouse or a third-level protective force field that envelops the entire collection room, it is a very good defense system, and the bald mage has no choice but to force a breakthrough, which caused the violent explosion just now.

However, the bald mage was obviously unconcerned about such a "trivial matter", and before entering the collection room, he threw a few inconspicuous "tricks" on the ground, trying to stop the funeral party for five or six minutes. All he had to do was find the target before the Funeral would rush in and mess it up, and get out of here. As for how to leave? He hadn't really been worried about that.

But at this moment, the bald mage suddenly frowned.

"Huh?" He raised his head, his gaze slowly sweeping ahead, and finally his gaze fell in one direction. There was a faint sound coming from there, and the bald mage leaned sideways to listen.

Boom...... Boom...... Boom......

Sounds like someone is working on it?

The bald mage wondered in his heart, the stronghold of the Supreme Funeral Society was underground, where did the construction team come from except for the people of the Funeral Society? But he had detected all aspects of the funeral party, and considering the impact of the martial arts conference, he deliberately chose to start today, and according to the plan, there should not be any mistakes.

But at this moment, the bald mage's face changed: the voice that came from afar was approaching with vibrations!

And it's blazing fast!

Damn-

When the bald mage reacted, the last loud bang was like someone shouting in his ear, and the concussion came from the shelf shaking and the object almost smashed on the bald mage, he hurriedly retreated to the side, but unfortunately it was too late, a beastly roar came through the wall, and the wall fell apart as if bombarded by magic gunpowder. As if being pulled into slow motion, the pupils in the bald mage's eyes shrank suddenly, and he saw the wall twisted and bulging out that could not withstand the force of the behemoth, and then broke the last line like a hemp rope that was already on the verge of collapse and forcibly maintained, and the entire wall erupted, and at that moment when pieces of broken stone and bricks flew out, the bald mage saw a huge gray figure.

In the next second, a mountain of qiē poured in. (To be continued......)