"I've been a mage for so many years, and I never knew that bloodlust could be used like this......" Neville Longbottom looked at the black beast mercenary group that had been wiped out, his eyes full of shock - but what shocked him the most was not the unparalleled combat power of the King's Poison Blade Super Heavy Chariot, but the infinite divergence of the necromancer's brain and worrying discipline.

Not long ago, the morale of the Black Beast Mercenary Regiment had completely collapsed, and everyone from the regiment commander to the minions below was fleeing in wolves - but after the last sonic cannonball exploded, these defeated mercenaries actually burst out with unparalleled courage and rushed towards the King's Poison Blade Chariot with a roar, staging a good show of ants shaking elephants...... What's going on?

The reason is very simple, I don't know which wave of necromancers is so brazen, engraved a powerful bloodthirsty spell in that sonic cannonball, originally this magic was used to inspire the courage of their own soldiers, enhance their combat effectiveness, so that they can roar and charge in the face of any strong enemy, but now as the enemy, the black beast mercenary group has taken a shot, so they are tragic - the mercenaries who were originally prepared to be forced by the wind have a sad illusion of "I can kill back" under the blessing of this powerful bloodthirsty technique, The prey, which was scattered and difficult to kill one by one, gathered together and began to counter-charge with a roar......

And then it was caught all in the net.

This dramatic change made Bolt, a powerhouse in the Sanctuary realm, not come back to his senses for a long time.

At this time, in addition to the shock, there was also a great confusion in the hearts of the disciples of the Templars—in his old thinking, the necromancer, though known for his rationality and efficiency, had not yet lost his discipline to this level, at any rate. It's too much to use a positive spell like Bloodlust to turn them into hot-blooded* enemies, causing them to scream and run to their deaths, and then grind them all into meat sauce with the vehicle's front grinder...... It's a bad taste.

"The necromancer hadn't done anything like this in the past few years......" the Templar muttered to himself. What has happened to Atlas in recent years? There must be an opportunity or person who has gradually changed the way of thinking and doing things of the necromancers, and even done such shameless things......"

"Forget it, I don't want to." He shook his head, looking at the King's Poison Blade Super Heavy Chariot that had stopped in place, and made sure that there was no longer any way to live. The top of the turret of this legendary chariot slowly opened, and several necromancers crawled out of it, inspected the body of the chariot, and then communicated with each other, and one person remained in place. Several others flew in the direction of the shelling, apparently to collect battlefield parameters and conduct weapons assessments.

Neville's breath snapped.

He realized that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity had presented him.

The King Poison Blade Super Heavy Chariot, the top secret weapon of the Atlas, has gradually fallen silent due to the lack of high-intensity warfare in the past one or two hundred years, and has silently completed the evolution of generation after generation in the world's exploration and speculation. This time, Atlas made such a big move, most likely because he wanted to conduct a weapon test and show the countries a sense of survival. Finally, by the way, escort the convoy.

But they were clearly careless......

Could it be a trap? Neville stared at the silent steel beast, his mind spinning, weighing the risks and benefits...... If this chariot, which represents the highest achievement of the Atlas alchemy, is openly snatched back to the Templars, regardless of the success rate, the necromancers will inevitably enter a state of all-out war with the Templars, but if they ......

Suppose the news spreads that this King Poison Blade Super Heavy Chariot has been destroyed. Then the temple fled with the wreckage, presumably all the major forces of Nolen must be very interested in this top-notch alchemy weapon. With the greed of human beings and the thinking of politicians, they will definitely do it openly or covertly. Then it will be a mess and a mess, so that the relationship between the human nations and the major powers will surely become quite strained, and they will not have time to take care of the temple plan......

It seems like...... It's worth fighting.

But maybe it's a trap......

But it doesn't matter...... Neville smiled faintly.

He didn't have to do it himself because he was a druid...... Different from the druids of the Natural Academy, he referred to the primeval elf contract reserved by the temple, as well as the blood contract magic of the underground world, and cultivated a powerful contract beast for himself, connected by a soul contract, sharing power and life, as long as he ordered this contract beast to attack, he used elemental spells to bombard and support from a distance, even if the other party ambushed a strong man at the level of the Holy Domain, he could calmly retreat!

Let's get started!

Neville's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, he flew silently into the sky from the moment the King's Poison Blade Chariot began to slaughter mercenaries, silently observing the surface of this alchemical weapon, summing up precious information - this chariot is worthy of the necromancer's land battle ace, up to twelve chariots for a joint raid, enough to tear apart the world's heavy defense line, destroy Noren's strong castle, no army can stop their assault, however, it also has weaknesses!

First of all, it is too large and bulky, relatively poor in maneuverability and flexibility, and secondly, it lacks effective anti-aircraft weapons, and the best way to deal with it is to perform magic bombardment in the air from afar!

If on the battlefield, the necromancers will definitely deploy a large number of troops around this powerful and terrifying decisive weapon, from the white bone shield guards who are close guard, to the resentful spirit troops that can absorb magic power, and the rear will be equipped with a corpse witch array responsible for air defense and long-distance auxiliary bombing with death ray clusters, and the bone dragon will also be dispatched at the same time, with gargoyles troops to seize air supremacy under the command of air combat mages, at least it will not let a large-scale magic air attack threaten the safety of the King's Poison Blade Chariot, but now is not a real war, This vehicle lacks enough support guards! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Let's get started!

The intense elements began to converge, and a yellow magical glow flowed through Neville's eyes, and the Sanctuary powerhouse pointed in the air: "Mire Technique!" ”

This kind of mid-level magic can be instantaneous for a Sanctuary powerhouse, and in a matter of moments, the area around the chariot with a radius of ten meters suddenly turned into a viscous swamp. The terrifying weight of the steel behemoth was more than 100 tons enough to make it sink to the bottom in an instant!

But in the blink of an eye, the King's Poison Blade chariot let out a loud roar, and a total of twenty load-bearing wheels on the four tracks simultaneously emitted the brilliance of the earth-based magic, and transmitted the powerful petrification engraved in it to the mire. Fossilize all the swamps beneath the chassis into solid stone!

"Expected! I can think of the weakness of the King's Poison Blade Chariot, and the necromancers can also think of it, so why don't they take precautions? Neville snorted, "But it's not over yet...... Come out! Nagini! ”

The intention of turning this land into a quagmire was not to trap the chariot in it. Instead, provide a soft field where his fellow Covenant Beast can raid as quickly as possible!

With a bang, a huge black shadow broke out of the mire, and it turned out to be a terrifying python with a huge body! The serpent's head was pressed against the side armor of the King's Poison Blade chariot, and its long snake tail stuck in the solid ground in the distance. The cartilage suddenly tightened, and with the help of a fulcrum, he forcibly lifted this extremely heavy chariot, and then forcibly turned over!

By this time, the petrification on the chariot's tracks had already taken effect, so that the chariot did not turn directly into the mire, but the serpent did not continue to push the chariot, it deftly turned on its back, and its long tail jerked hard. Roll up the necromancer standing next to the chariot, open his bloody mouth, and bite him!

And in the distance around Neville. Already covered in blazing flames, a huge flame circle with a diameter of 100 meters slowly unfolded, and the huge meteorite burning with raging flames gradually became complete in the outline of magic - fire-based war magic, the stars sink and the ground moves!

As long as this magic is smashed, even if there is a Sanctuary powerhouse hidden in the King's Poison Blade Chariot, it will not be able to keep this chariot!

The moment when the magic is about to take shape.

A cold light passed.

The one was whipped into the air by the tail of the serpent. The necromancer, who was about to be swallowed in one gulp, suddenly stabilized his body, and his rapid figure turned into a thick darkness. A long sword with a cold light suddenly appeared in his hand, and the hilt of the sword was inlaid with rubies. The terrifying magic frantically poured into the artifact, causing it to emit a humming sound of the blade vibrating, and in Neville's terrified roar, the necromancer stepped forward, the long sword in his hand swept over the body of the python with a fierce momentum, the solid and smooth scales were like pieces of paper in front of the sword, and the huge python was lightly split in two!

After cutting off the big snake, the necromancer didn't stop for a moment, and the long sword pulled a beautiful sword flower, which stabbed straight like a rainbow, and simply nailed into the seven inches of the snake's head.

The mysterious power contained in this holy vessel easily destroyed the soul that resided in the snake's body.

In this instant, Neville-Longbottom's face turned extremely pale, and the pain that tore his soul turned the spiritual sea of the Sacred Realm powerhouse upside down, making him feel painful, his fellow life beast was completely destroyed, and even his own soul was severely damaged, and he instantly understood the origin and name of this sword—the sword of the golden griffin! A notorious artifact capable of slashing souls and dispersing mana, a disgrace to all summoners!

The mental power was damaged, and the powerful magic power that maintained the meteorite technique was disordered, and the powerhouse of the Holy Domain was counterattacked by the extremely powerful magic power, and the violent magic almost tore his body to pieces!

Neville smelled the smell of intrigue and the coming of death...... He endured the pain of his soul and struggled to mobilize his magic power, wanting to fly away immediately, but the hum of the long sword tearing through the air sounded, and the golden griffin sword, with the characteristic of being able to slash souls, instantly locked his position by relying on the spiritual connection between him and the life beast serpent, and then flew over!

He struggled to lay down the arcane shield, then twisted the air, and released a spiritual power bait, trying to interfere with the locking power of the golden griffon's sword, but the next moment the yin wind roared, and in an instant, the sky was shrouded in cold negative energy, and a circle of magic appeared in the void, and layers of necromancy burst out like a raging storm, drowning him in it!

This...... It's a trap!

Neville felt bitter in his mouth...... Sanctuary, Atlas not only took out a King Poison Blade super heavy chariot as an ambush, but also ambushed a Sanctuary mage! The other party must have discovered his existence early, and began to lay traps silently, just waiting for the encirclement and suppression of this moment, how could a Sanctuary druid whose soul was hit hard defeat another powerhouse of the same rank who had laid a trap early to wait for work?

There is little resistance to it. Neville was knocked down into the dust, shadows swirled, and a gloomy figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and the infamous golden griffin sword appeared in his hand, stabbing Neville in the chest: "Templar disciples. I can meet you anywhere......"

The strange pale face, the chilling eyes, and the shameless sneak attack that regarded the dignity of the powerhouse of the Sanctuary as nothing, the ruthless and resolute necromancy...... A qiē and a qiē made Neville Longbottom think of a person: "Voldemort ......"

"Please call me Tom Riddle." Voldemort stabbed with his sword in his right hand, and the treacherous dark magic shattered Neville's last resistance. He touched his head with his left hand and smiled hideously, "It's really lucky, I actually caught a live mouth, and God also had mercy on my father...... I actually ran into a druid with a covenant beast. What a coincidence, I actually have this golden griffin sword that can slash the soul at hand, what a coincidence, fortunately, I killed your life beast first and damaged your soul, otherwise with the iron bones of your temple disciples, you will run when the situation is not good, and you will commit suicide if you can't escape. You are a druid in the Sanctuary of Nature, how can Lao Tzu capture it? ”

His smile became more and more hideous: "I heard that you want to make a big news...... When you settle down, please tell us the details......"

Neville Longbottom smiled weakly but mockingly: "Don't you think ......"

Regardless of the will and soul strength of the powerhouses of the Sanctuary Realm...... The temple headquarters holds the lamp of life for every important temple disciple. If HQ discovers that he has lost contact with him, but is not yet dead, it will be assumed that he has fallen into the hands of an enemy...... Then the plan will be changed, and this abominable necromancer will never be taken advantage of!

Voldemort seemed to see Neville's intentions, and the necromancer's smile grew more and more smug, and he smiled coldly, "Hmph." Having dealt with your temple before, your companions seem to be able to tell if the missing companion is dead or captured...... So you probably have a means of determining the life and death of your companions. But it doesn't matter, don't forget who we are...... We are the allies of time. Death companion, if there is anyone in this world who can deceive death, it must be the necromancer! ”

Anger finally appeared on Neville's face, and he struggled to begin to detonate his mental power to commit suicide, but Tom's golden griffin sword stabbed hard, and the mysterious power contained in the sword almost tore apart the soul of the Templar disciples, and in this upside-down spiritual impact, Neville tilted his head and finally fainted.

Voldemort stretched out his fingers, drew mysterious runes in the air, placed seven seals on Neville, and put three restraints on him, before he clapped his hands in satisfaction, and then began to set up the battlefield - he was going to lay out a false image of Neville's death, but fortunately he was experienced and knew what to do.

"Next......" Tom mused, looking at his captive, "should I take him to Cloudsdale and let the madmen of the Inquisition entertain him, or should I send him back to Atlas and have the Dark Lord at his disposal?" ”

In a matter of moments, the necromancer, who had a clear love and hatred, made a natural choice: "The blackfriar is a madman, the grayfriar is a fool, and the whitefriar is like a person, and the other two factions are unhappy with us, so why should I hand over my captives to them?" Let's send it back to Atlas...... With His Majesty's ability, he should be able to pry out a lot of good things. ”

After making a decision, Voldemort finally looked at the huge snake corpse on the ground that was cut into two pieces and nailed through seven inches, and the thick shadow of the spiritual power drove to wrap it, sensed the physical strength of the dead snake and the elemental moon genus, nodded with satisfaction, lifted it up with telekinesis, and threw it into the carriage: "It can be refined into a good Horcrux......

Commanding the Ebony Knights to begin dragging the wagon stuck in the pit, Tom Riddle didn't know how many lives he had saved by his decision based on pure love and hatred......

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PS: Hmm...... Dianniang has a writer training class, I signed up and let me go, I left today, the destination is Guangzhou, my day, the ticket is so expensive...... So this chapter is updated in advance, the mountains are high and the rivers are far away, the road is far away, everyone, give some subscriptions and monthly passes (hey, what is the reason for asking for tickets, you brazen man). (To be continued) R655