Whew-

The wall of blood agitated with a strange rhythm. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's like a heartbeat.

However, such agitation made all the black-armored knights feel inexplicably irritable.

The inexplicable sense of oppression made the Dark Rite Bishop make a decision as soon as he saw the wall of blood that appeared in front of him.

"Attack !!"

After hearing the sound, those black-armored knights also took action, as elites, they were naturally not slow to react, and the moment they saw the wall of bloody bones, they had already raised their weapons in their hands.

"Steel is the body, shadows are the soul, we are the embers of black......."

The black-armored knights began to chant aloud prayers in praise of the Lord of Darkness, and then, with a "whew", a pitch-black aura suddenly rolled up around their bodies, and on the giant sword and spear, a flame-like black aura also swept up.

Immediately after, these black-armored knights roared like this, raised the weapons in their hands, and attacked the blood girl.

However, even in the face of such an attack, this blood girl still did not stop her steps, on the contrary, she just raised her head, and her indifferent and chilling red eyes just glanced at the black-armored knights who were rushing towards her, and they felt a huge impact coming.

Then, they saw the blood girl in front of them open and close her red lips, and from that small mouth, an extremely short voice came out.

"Go."

Accompanied by the girl's voice, there was a terrifying blood-colored torrent.

Before, the gray mist that was still swirling around her dispersed, and streams of blood-colored mist spread out like a tidal wave and replaced it.

Then, in the next moment, these blood-colored mist, like fierce monsters, swept forward and pounced on a group of black-armored knights.

These blood-colored mist rolled like this, turning into a non-human blood **, the blood ** that was condensed from blood, opened its mouth, and in the mouth that was glued and torn, it made a terrifying scream.

The bloody objects stretched out their hands, passed through the wall of bloody bones, and launched an attack on the black-armored knights in front of them.

For a while, hundreds of blood ** things were formed, and they flew out of the blood mist and attacked the black-armored knights in front.

"Monsters? Elemental creatures? Necromancy? ”

Seeing this terrifying scene, no matter how firm his mentality was, he couldn't help but make the figures of the black-armored knights stunned, and the Bishop of the Dark Rite and the chief knight of the temple guard, Savis, were even more surprised.

When they saw these things, they subconsciously thought of them as monsters or elemental creatures, but then turned their judgment to the ghosts, thinking of those necromantic creatures that had no physical collision volume.

For nothing else, the translucent body had to be reminiscent of a spirit.

And the ghost, among the undead demons, is of course quite a difficult one to deal with.

Even if the strength of those ghosts themselves is not very strong, but the damage to the living cannot be ignored, and at the same time, the existence of spirits also has the ability to be immune to physical attacks, and there is no slashing and smashing with energy attacks, and they will only pass through their bodies.

If there is no other means, it can be said that it is completely abused and cannot be resolved.

However, these blood-colored figures that suddenly appeared were not completely spirit-like existences.

It's not a strange thing to have only ghosts, but the problem is that these blood-colored figures ........

No, that's not the point, the point is, the number of these blood-colored monsters!!

There are more than 300 of them!

Unfortunately, the people of the Dark Rite Church no longer have time to think about these questions, nor do they have time to find the answer to this question.

The Blood Demon, far beyond the black-armored knights, frantically pounced on it.

Like a tide, these crazy blood ** creatures, screaming, pounced on them, and the hands that were condensed by blood and like substance stretched out, like resentful spirits, without hindrance, through the hard armor of the black-armored knights, directly tearing their bodies and even their souls.

And those pitch-black arrogances were only blocked for a moment, and then extinguished silently.

And in the face of this kind of attack, the black-armored knight has no way to resist, or it is completely pointless to resist.

At the moment of attack, they roared in anger and swung their black-burning greatswords and spears, but the weapons in their hands could not even damage the enemies in front of them.

The bodies of these black-armored knights, like corpses that decay at an accelerated rate, are rapidly weakening.

It's like facing some kind of curse.

Then, these black-armored knights, who could only roar in an increasingly weak voice, watched as the hands of the blood-colored monster in front of them penetrated their bodies, and then pulled out their souls, tearing and devouring.

Then, turn to the body of the black-armored knights.

For a while, in the entire dark underground corridor, there was chaos, the blood-colored mist spread, the blood ** kept jumping, and from time to time, a black-armored knight screamed and fell to the ground, and then several blood demons swarmed up, pulling the soul of the other party with a black halo from the other party's body.

The black-armored knight, who had lost his soul, fell to the ground stiffly like a decaying stone sculpture.

One by one, the Blood Demon screamed loudly, and blood poured out of the opponent's body like a column of water, mixing into their bodies.

However, all this in front of her did not stop the Blood Clan's maiden, she floated past the screaming black-armored knight and the frantically screaming blood demon as if nothing happened, and the blood mist lifted her body, moving forward, slowly passing through the area.

It's not very fast, but it's calm.

Even when the black-armored knight roared and swung his weapon at her, there was no response.

In the next moment, the surrounding blood demons once again stretched out their palms, and in this way, the black-armored knight who stood in front of her turned into an empty shell that had lost its soul, and then, under the surge of blood, it turned into a dried corpse.

Even the dark elemental magic that the Dark Rite Bishop frantically unleashed still didn't interfere with her, and the blood demons swirling around him roared wildly in front of the magic, blocking the attack with their bodies in a wail, and even so, it couldn't make her stop, and there was no way to change the direction of her walking.

For a moment, the whole area was filled with silence and madness.

The dancing Blood Demons continued their slaughter, and as far as the eye could see, they could only see countless flying and screaming Blood Demons and a thick blood mist, while the black-armored knights who resisted them fell one by one, disappearing into the blood mist.

The girl fell from the blood mist, and when her slender feet stepped on the edge of darkness, there was a terrible silence behind her.

The blood-filled fog, I don't know when, has quietly dissipated, and the light from the burned torch penetrates the gray fog for the last time, shining on the girl's back, shining on the slender figure and disappearing at the end, and at this moment, the only thing left in the area is the cold and stiff armor and the dry bones wrapped in it.

The flesh and blood have completely disappeared, even the soul, and those blood demons, I don't know when they have disappeared, only a few faint screams are dissipating.

"Huh? Are there two more missing? ”

There was a hint of surprise in the girl's beautiful voice, but it was only for a moment, and in the next moment, the beautiful face was obscured by darkness as the last glimmer of light from the torches beside the corpse was extinguished.

"Forget it, let me celebrate the generosity of my resurrection."

The girl's voice echoed in the darkness with the footsteps.

The dark corridor once again returned to the quiet of sleep.

The other side.

The undead, without the slightest wisdom, surged over.

Skeletons in tattered robes woke up from their slumber and attacked the intruders who had stepped into the realm of the dead and disturbed their sleep.

The group of white-robed figures moved forward without stopping, the weapons in their hands swinging in small increments, unknowingly smashing one dry bone after another, scattering the pitch-black bones one after another.

Even for experienced mercenaries, these undead who have already appeared with a little wisdom are extremely troublesome, and there is no way to weaken them too much without a certain degree of strength, after all, there are thousands of them here, even if there is no wisdom, the necromantic magic condensed in the other party's body is definitely not good.

However, in the eyes of these white-robed people, there is no influence at all, although these do not have much wisdom, but in terms of strength, they are much stronger than the necromantic demons who have wisdom.

However, such an undead was not taken into account by them either.

"Boom!!"

The huge stone door shattered open, and the surrounding spell circuits lit up, but they were once again dimmed by the lack of energy.

The shattered fragments of the stone door smashed one black skeleton after another to the ground, but at this moment, these people did not take it lightly, because, in front of them, an extremely heavy rock coffin was slowly rising from under the ground, and then, I saw the coffin engraved with the inscription opened, and a figure who looked to be dressed in a good red mage robe, holding a staff made of bright red bones, walked out of the coffin.

Not very tall in stature, even a little short.

However, when the bright red brilliance shone under the red mage robe and the pair of pitch-black eyes, the cold, lifeless necromantic magic diffused into the air.

"Get out of Thranduil!!"

A shrill voice rang out.

The other party screamed in anger.

Just being watched by the other party makes people feel cold.

I saw that this figure stretched out his hand, and on the ground around him, those pitch-black skeletons that had been shattered and scattered were regrouped under the intervention of the heavy necromantic magic, turning into sturdy skeleton warriors, and once again launched an attack on the white-robed people in front of him.

"It's a corpse demon spirit, a high-level species."

And when the red-robed figure in front of him appeared, there was only an indifferent explanation.

Among the demons, the corpse demon spirit is second only to the legendary necromancers of those lichs, and also has a powerful spell-casting ability.

Even a high-ranking mage may die in a battle with the corpse demon spirit and become a member of the opponent's corpse sea.

And relying on the tactics of crowds, not to mention, those who want to use numerical superiority to defeat a high-ranking undead have their tombstones already decayed.

If it were an ordinary person, just looking at the existence of the appearance, I am afraid that I would have to run for my life and go home.

This time, however, the situation is different.

Although, the moment they saw this corpse demon, the white-robed people did not move, but this was not a sign that they were afraid.

I saw that in the next moment, among the white-robed people, the white-robed man led by him slowly stepped forward, he stretched out his hand and touched the long sword at his waist.

Then, the pair of eyes under the white hood glanced at the corpse demon spirit suspended in the air in front of him.

The corners of his mouth under the hood were slightly upturned, and the corners of his mouth hooked a leisurely smile.

Then, I saw that the white-robed man reached out and drew his sword like this, bringing up a dazzling golden light.

And when this white-robed man appeared, this corpse demon spirit sensed an unusual terrifying power from the other party's body.

The opponent's weapon, no, the opponent itself, has an inexplicable sense of disobedience with the golden long sword.

It's like...... Like one?

Before it had time to think about it, the corpse demon spirit felt the dazzling golden light, and it hurriedly raised the bright red staff in its hand, trying to create a layer of defensive shield to resist the attack launched by the other party.

However, before its spell could be fully cast, that brilliant golden sword light had already reached its eyes.

"Sword of Thunder Saint El!"

The corpse demon spirit only heard a whisper, and then, just like that, its shield, which had not yet been fully deployed, was easily cut off by the white-robed man in front of it, and it was also split in two by this shining light.

Before it could even say anything, it was completely dissipated in the dazzling golden thunder by the fatal blow.

With just one blow, the corpse demon that was still intending to destroy all the intruders would be killed.

And the white-robed people who saw this scene in their eyes did not have any special emotions.

Just a little bit of excitement, like ....... What plan succeeded in general.

For a while, the atmosphere in the team of the white-robed man rose silently.

The crowd continued to move forward, once again attacking the undead who had not been completely swept away by the golden thunder.

And these black-boned skeleton warriors, without the command of the corpse demon spirit, were like puppets standing still, without any resistance at all, and they were cleaned up by the white-robed people like garbage. (To be continued.) )