Since the human supreme mishri reigned over the world, and the first bronze creature became the master of this world, all kinds of groups and organizations have emerged one after another, and I don't know whether it is because of the lack of the constraints of the gods, or because of the death of the gods, like the words of the heavens, like the justice of the pole star, like the supreme funeral.

An ancient and mysterious organization.

Coincidentally, after experiencing the dark age of the Hundred Clans Competing for Hegemony, this kind of organization coincided with the development of the heyday, and after a short period of glory, it encountered the great purge of the chaotic ancestor Ghost Haikusu, and then invariably declined. Exploring the reasons for the decline of this type of organization is, on the one hand, due to the countless casualties in the battle, resulting in a shortage of members within the organization, and on the other hand, because of the death of high-end combat power, the inheritance chain of power within the guild is broken, and advanced technology cannot be mastered. Over time, these forces gradually lost their qualifications to compete in the world, and slowly disappeared into various countries, quietly licking their wounds and regaining their strength.

In time, this kind of organization will recover sooner or later, and with their strong family background, it is not impossible to make a comeback.

However, there are pros and cons in everything, and the good prospects for the future illustrate a serious problem at present -

For now, they are extremely weak.

Just like the big trouble with Green in the stronghold of the Funeral Society, although it borrowed the power of the gray giant, it would not destroy the entire Myerte branch after all, in the final analysis, it was caused by the shrinking strength of the Supreme Funeral Society. So when a high-ranking necromancer visits the Funeral Society's headquarters outside of Mierte and claims to help them regain their feet, the languishing Supreme Funeral Order immediately accepts him.

He also chose the Eternal Night Monarch as his faith, and the Mourner and the Necromancer themselves have a considerable degree of compatibility, and since he claimed that the undead power he unearthed during his exploration of the ancient tomb was closely related to the Funeral Society, the high-ranking members of the Funeral Society, who had been severely damaged, were naturally impatient to receive him. In the opinion of the Supreme Funeral Society. A mere high-level necromancer may indeed have considerable strength, and it is indeed ill-intentioned to choose this time to come to the door, but the emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and no matter how the funeral will decline, it is not something he can fight against alone. With this in mind, the two sides met inside the funeral party.

As a result, things went completely out of control.

The necromancer goes deep alone and meets with many powerful funeral leaders. Originally, the plan of the funeral party was to communicate with each other, even if the necromancer lion opened his mouth, as long as the inheritance power he had at hand was true, it would not be a problem to pay a little more - taking a step back, if the funeral society could make a friend with this, it would be excellent. I never thought of singing a word to the necromancer who reported your names and surnames out of etiquette, and the shriveled skin. just slapped the situation on the field-

"I'm Necromancer Nimbas, and the purpose of this trip is to take over the Supreme Funeral Society."

As soon as the words fell, there was no chance for many high-level mourners to be angry, and the necromancer Nimbas raised his hand slightly, and a fluctuation flashed in the funeral hall that had originally sealed the space for no reason, and then it was as if someone had split the cloth with a knife, and the space was suddenly torn. A pitch-black figure burst out of it, like a monstrous beast. Holding an exaggerated greatsword, he slashed at the body of the chief of the funeral society with a snort. The chief leader, who didn't react at all, let out a sharp scream from his body, and immediately a black soul floated out of his body. Although the necromancy is no better than the lich, the undertaker is also quite accomplished in the study of the soul, and it is not impossible to rely on the soul to attack after the physical death, but the guild has not had time to perform a thunderous revenge. From both sides of the pitch-black knight, two knights wearing pure black winged barrel helmets flashed out at the same time, and the bloody scimitars in their hands slashed through the black soul.

In the midst of lightning, stone and fire, the highest combat power of the Funeral Society was completely slaughtered.

The startled mourners, though a little frightened, immediately launched a counterattack. Although the enemy has changed from one to four, and they have killed the president, they think that they are just taking advantage of the surprise attack, so they still have the confidence to take down the other party. However, the development of things is always so unexpected, that space is torn apart, not only the release of a death knight and two horror knights, but also the twelve black knights who rushed out one after another, as well as a large number of high-ranking corpse witches and vampires, finally made the high-level of the mourners change their faces.

"Quack, what a reviewer, these idiots didn't guess our arrival at all."

The reception room had evolved into a battlefield, but Nimbas remained motionless, and when the voice sounded, he immediately bowed down, "Nimbass has been waiting for a long time, my esteemed master." ”

A "skeleton" wearing a dark gold crown hat, holding a magic staff full of magic power, and wearing a gorgeous "skeleton" walked out of the spatial crack, watching the spatial crack gradually close, and the teeth on the skull clucked, probably a laughing expression. With a wave of its bone-only claws, it motioned for Nimbas to stand down, then turned back and surveyed the meeting room carefully, "...... These idiots are a bit of a taste. ”

On the other side, the mourners who were fighting, one of them saw the "skeleton" looking around unscrupulously, and immediately became furious, and flicked his cane, pointing at it is death. According to Endymion's spell standards, this is a fourth-level death spell that can only be released by a seven-ring mage, and a creature with absolute strength below the C rating cannot withstand a blow at all.

However, this is of no avail.

The black-red finger of death hit the body of the "skeleton" directly like a bolt of lightning, but what shocked the funeral master was that the "skeleton" that was obviously hit directly did not have a skeleton and shattered into nothingness, but turned back to look at himself, and the dark fire in the hollow eye socket burned brightly.

"Fool, I'm the Lich Morauth, a mere Finger of Death, and I want to kill a great man like me!?"

The magnificence rose without wind, as if the Lich had suddenly burst into the sky, and the staff in his hand slammed to the ground. The mourners who had been fighting in the reception room were manipulating spells and servants, and they were surprised to notice signs of loss of control, when suddenly a head-to-toe force rose from the direction of Moraus, and a translucent gray skeleton screamed like smoke, twisting and flying towards the mourners who attacked Moraus. With a big mouthful, the terrified undertaker hurriedly threw out several pre-recorded necromancy spells, only to watch as his spell passed through the skeleton and was finally swallowed by the skeleton in one gulp.

Both disappeared at the same time, without a trace, leaving no trace.

"What an uninformed hillbilly. I've never seen a lich in my house. Moraus's big fell, and he snorted disdainfully. It turned to look at the battle in the reception room, where the fighting had ceased, and all the undertakers were terrified by its terrifying prowess. Seeing this, the lich waved his bony claws, "Ignore me, you go on." ”

Go on? With such a person eyeing him around, who would dare to continue?

Mourners, look at me. I look at you, and no one knows what to do.

It's true that they're followers of the Lord of the Night, and they're proficient in necromancy, but that doesn't mean they want to be one of the undead—even if they're not converted, no one wants to be able to walk the wandering Styx so quickly.

So someone finally stepped forward.

"Your Excellency Moraus, I am Joe Cole, the president of the funeral society, dare to ask you why you have come to our Supreme Funeral Society?"

The one who dared to speak was the head of the royal city of Rodland, Mierte. Branch President Joe Cole, the one who received Master Chid. After the outbreak of unrest. Most of the mourners in the royal capital were arrested and imprisoned, and seeing that the situation was not good, he bribed several guards to escape from the city of Mierte. Since he had the experience of escaping for the first time, he naturally didn't care about the second and third times, so his words were obviously intended to give up the fight.

So he said nothing about the death of the president.

"Quack. It's rare that there's a smart guy among the fools. The lich Morauth smiled exaggeratedly, then suddenly reached out and pointed forward, "Listen to me!" From now on, the Supreme Funeral Council will be taken over by me, and those who are unwilling to obey will stand up immediately. I allow you to challenge me or leave—sideways! ”

Nimbass stood behind the lich, just as he silently completed a small enchantment that enveloped the entire room. The mourners immediately sensed the change in space, and their faces changed again.

"We have no grievances with you, why do you shamelessly attack us, your dignified lich?" Beside him, the elder angrily reprimanded, and Joe Cole's heart tightened, but he did not stop him, allowing him to point at Moraus and question.

"That's just bad luck for you." The lich shrugged, "You're getting into more trouble than I am." ”

As soon as he waved his hand, the gray light dimmed, and the excited funeral elder immediately disappeared.

"In other words, you didn't intend to slaughter the Funeral Society, can I understand that?" Joe Cole feigned composure and tried to get the lich's promise.

"Ahh Moraus seemed to quickly get tired of this kind of turf grabbing, and waved his claws in boredom. The death knight dragon Saders at the front waved the big sword in his hand, and the blade of cold light flashed directly at the mourners, and Nimbas walked out at the right time, his purple face trembled, "...... So, guys, do you want to offer your allegiance to the honorable Lord Morauth? ”

Branch President Joe Cole threw himself to the ground without hesitation.

"In the name of the Lord of the Night, for Lord Moraus the Lich!"

The other mourners looked at each other, and after a few moments, some followed Jocole's example and knelt down, one after another, and the others all gave up their resistance.

"Very well, from this day forward, the Supreme Funeral Society will be at my disposal, Nimbas." As soon as the lich called, the necromancer turned around and bowed respectfully, "You call me, my esteemed master. ”

"I'll leave the rest to you, I'm going to get back to the auditor." The lich gave the order with a blank face.

"Yes, master," Nimbass bowed, but with a slight smile on his face, "thank you." ”

If the Lich has eyes, it will want to roll its eyes. If it weren't for the agreement with the censors, how could Moraus, who was more inclined to academics, put on such an "idiot" appearance. But in any case, the Supreme Tribute Funeral was completed according to the predetermined plan, and its mission could finally come to an end.

"Now, it's time to delve into the mystery of the moderator, quack ......" (to be continued......