A chopstick can be broken very easily in the hands of ordinary people, but when this number becomes ten, except for the great strength, most ordinary people will be at a loss, just like the current situation-

One by one, two vines and thorns faced the powerful Solar-level undead servants, just like chopsticks that were broken at will, very simple and easy; But what about when the number of vines and thorns becomes hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands? The answer is obvious!

It was like a sea of green, and in an instant, these nine Solar-level minions were submerged!

Even these sun-level undead servants were wrapped tightly in their bodies, and even if they used all the strength of their bodies to struggle, they couldn't break free; Especially after the joints are entangled by these plants, the strength of this struggle is immediately reduced to a negligible point - although it is a corpse, its activity still relies on the joints and ligaments activated by the power of death, and even the body itself is strengthened by the power of steel, it cannot get out of this category.

Without any stopping, with the help of [Nature's Help], Ye Qi easily let these plants give him a gap that would allow the Enma Knife to pierce into the inside of the armor - and then, the knife fell; Later, before more undead servants below the Solar level arrived, Ye Qi unexpectedly successfully eliminated all nine Solar level undead minions; He didn't even come up with a backup plan.

Originally, at this time, Ye Qi was going to bless the [Rotting Sac Technique] again to gain a faster speed and deal with these Solar-level undead minions in the shortest possible time, but it was obvious that there was no need for it now-

Thank you for your help!

Next. Stand back!

Faced with such a situation. Ye Qi will not forget whose help. Once again, he thanked the plants around him—though even the druid maiden had said that plants didn't think; But this did not prevent Ye Qi from thanking him; Even if the other party can't remember this thank you at the next moment because he has no thinking; But this doesn't mean that Ye Qi himself can not say this thank you.

After all, the ability to remember is something these plants are born with, and it can't be forced, but thanking is something he has to do - whether it's as a witcher. is still an ordinary person, this is Ye Qi's own bottom line.

Compared with the difficulty of communication at the beginning, at this moment, after these plants received Ye Qi's message, they immediately understood, and quickly retreated - almost two breaths, these vines and thorns all disappeared in front of Ye Qi, if it weren't for the existence of these beings still hanging on some branches, Ye Qi couldn't imagine the scene like a green ocean before.

Looking at the undead servants under the approaching sun, the electric spark in Ye Qi's hand flickered again-

Ladies and gentlemen. Since I saved me a [Rotting Cyst Technique], then I will replace it with [Chain Lightning] for these guys. Take revenge on your fellow men!

With words that such plants couldn't figure out at all, lightning streams shot out from Ye Qi's hands with a crackling sound.

……

W-What's going on?!

The warden of the Holy Prison stood in place, looking at the situation in the distance—the flying vines and thorns, as hideous as a python, making people unable to break free and suffocating; At this moment, it is like going back to a round-up of the Druids he participated in thirty years ago!

On that day, also in the dense forest, he was still an ordinary priest with a knife, and he saw with his own eyes countless colleagues being hung up and strangled by vines in the next moment; Attacked by wild beasts, torn apart and shattered; He escaped by using 'corpse manipulation', and afterwards, he was sent directly to the Holy Prison as a scapegoat, where he was given the first turnaround in his life: countless corpses of different ranks.

Thirteen months of torture were endured, but it was also these thirteen months that made him go from a small star-level apostle to a sun-level existence-that kind of hearty breakthrough and advancement were unimaginable to ordinary people; Therefore, when he became the executioner of the Holy Prison as a Solar level powerhouse, everyone's eyes widened in surprise.

To this day, the warden remembers the astonishment, incredulity, and earthiness of his comrades who had scapegoated him; And he remembered how he got it all - Druidism!

The warden had no good feelings about the sect that had made him what he is today—although his strength had improved unimaginably and reached the admiration of the world, it did not mean that he had forgotten the pain he had suffered: whipping and burning were almost an inevitable daily appetizer, the only water he could drink was the excretory fluids of all living beings, and the food he ate was all kinds of corroded corpses.

Don't get me wrong, all he could eat was what was left over from others, the last thing he wanted to touch—white bones, blackened, pus-dripping internal organs......

The place of sleep is in a pile of corpses, and it is necessary to constantly watch out for attacks from others—the jailers of the Holy Prison dare not do anything but the daily flogging and burning; Naturally, they will not attack their own prisoners; It's only the prisoner who assaults the prisoner!

In order to eat fresher meat, or to satisfy the desire to see the light of day, or even just because of the desire to attack......

In short, any kind of reason can make these priests and priests who have entered the holy prison become inferior to wild beasts, who were originally well-dressed and full of holy radiance; At the very least, the beast will have warmth; And here? To live just to live, to die is just to be a place for food? That kind of stuff is too expensive!

As time passed, more and more corpses provided him with advanced strength, and his strength grew stronger day by day; But the warden at that time did not show it immediately, in addition to being beaten and insulted in the holy prison, he learned the most is forbearance; endure everything until the strength can break through everything—and it turns out how right the warden is; When he showed his strength in the Holy Prison, the strength of the Solar level. His 'sins' were forgiven, and the position of a regional archbishop beckoned to him.

But. But he refused. He chose to stay in the Holy Prison as an executioner - what could be better than the Holy Prison for Moran, who had discovered how his abilities had grown so quickly? Even if it doesn't see the sun all day long, and is full of rotten flesh, corpses and bones, and all kinds of tortured and twisted prisoners; But that doesn't mean he will leave.

Because, in the holy prison, thirteen months as a prisoner. has made Moran understand that his own strength is the most important thing; As long as he has strength, he can do what he wants; For example, seek revenge on his colleagues who framed him, and seek revenge on the Druids who caused everything to be where they are.

The former, with a smile on his face, was thrown into the holy prison; In it, there will be more people who will entertain these colleagues with punishments on his behalf that he could not have imagined; As for the latter? The other party is like air, feeling everywhere, but unable to see.

It wasn't until years later, when he saw the girl with the long black hair and black eyes, that Moran spotted a clue - though he wanted to use the most cruel methods in the moment. torture and kill the girl in front of him; But more tyranny in the heart was suppressed by reason, 'in order to find the other party's camp.' What's the point of being patient? With this in mind, Moran approached the other party as a 'friend'.

Watching each other take in all kinds of stray animals and plant all kinds of flowers and plants in the humble back garden - every day, Moran told himself, 'I will wait until the day when the other party confides in the truth!' ’

And then, he really waited!

Without mercy, a druid camp was completely slaughtered; However, the cheerful and comfortable mood did not appear; Looking at the other party's incredulous eyes and sad expressions, Moran didn't feel like he had got everything he deserved; He only felt more angry and needed blood in his heart!

Why aren't you on my side?

With such a shout, Moran swung his sword straight and stabbed at the other party; And at that moment, a tone full of ridicule and disdain sounded, even decades later, Moran still remembers it clearly, the man he regarded as a lifelong opponent, carrying a broken sword, blocking in front of him.

"If a man does something to a woman, he will be damned! If, add these women and children you slaughtered before, then you really deserve to die! ”

Blind and arrogant, what qualifications does a guy who doesn't even know what he has been through to judge everything about himself?

Anger filled Moran's chest, and he was very unceremonious, without any hesitation, and fought with the other party - the other party was very strong, and it was Moran who had seen the most powerful opponent since he became a sun-level powerhouse; His strength, speed, physical strength, and skill at wielding a sword were the strongest he had ever seen; The two fought from noon to night, from night to the next morning, and then at sunset the next day, the winner was decided.

All the servants were destroyed, and he lost one move.

"I have the blood of a dragon, otherwise, I will lose! Forget it, it's a tie this time! ”

With such words, the other party carried the broken sword like this, and staggered about to leave, but only two steps later, he fell to the ground; And the chess piece, which seemed to him to be completely used, stood up at this time, picked up the opponent's long sword, and walked towards him.

Hmph, the consequences of a momentary mistake!

You should have been the first to get your results out!

Moran looked at the girl who walked in with disdain, and finally, closed his eyes; However, he didn't wait for a sword in his chest, only to draw a gentle slash of the blade through his neck—'Moran, whom I know, is dead!' After leaving such a sentence, after bandaging the wound on his chest, the other party walked away with the bastard who had fallen to the ground.

After that, a heavy rain poured down.

The smell of blood, faded in the heavy rain, melted into the earth, where the next year is bound to bloom even more brilliant green – after all, it is a bloom that comes at the cost of life.

Moran, washed up in the rain all night, until the people of the Holy See found him.

Then he became the warden of the Holy Prison, and sat in the position of the warden on the corpse of the old warden; At that moment, the figure forged by power and strength was feared and awed by countless people - just like that Moran looked at the figures of those big people back then.

However, the warden didn't care about this for a long time. He only cares about strength!

Find that opponent of his. Kill each other. Strength must be needed - this is the realization of the warden after the second defeat; The other party's strength is growing far faster than he imagined, so he must work harder; Countless strong people have become corpses in his hands, and countless corpses have become his experimental materials.

Among them are his blood relatives!

Those who are just products of power, how can they be called his blood relatives?

Therefore. The disgust and fear that everyone had about this was disdain for the warden.

Then, he became more and more bloodthirsty - because he needed to find a way to defeat his opponents; And the path of 'corpse manipulation' will inevitably dance with the loss of life.

But what does that count?

As long as he can defeat his opponents, what is that?

Your deaths are insignificant, just like Moran back then!

With this in mind, the warden's figure became more and more mysterious. It's scary; Even the jailers of the Holy Prison did not dare to look directly at each other's figures anymore. He only dared to silently watch the warden's feet on the floor.

The breakthrough of the Solar level, as the Warden had expected, was very easy, but it was only after entering the Solar that he felt more and more the gap between him and his opponent; Therefore, he had to work harder, and this effort kept him from stepping out of the holy prison for twenty years; Only arrived, and received the letter from Iyeta.

The warden had no interest in Iyeta, a so-called god, brainwashed idiot, but he was intrigued by the other party's letter—a disciple of an old rival, or even a 'son'!

Such news made the warden, who had not left the holy prison for twenty years, appear on Lorante, and came towards his goal - looking at the familiar black hair and black eyes, the killing intent welling up in the warden's heart, he didn't understand, he just thought it was because of his old rival.

Even this moment is no exception!

I'll kill you! Kill you!

Faced with the ability to [plant manipulation] that clearly belongs to the Druids, this warden has the most instinctive thoughts welling up in his heart!

As for the previous live capture?

It's too easy for the warden to change his mind at any time, he doesn't have that idiot Moran.

……

The undead servants under the sun withdrew from the forest like a tide, making Ye Qi, who was flickering with electric sparks in his hands, slightly stunned, and then immediately followed quickly-just right, leaving the forest, I can be more open-handed; Leaving those sun-level undead minions, these undead minions under the sun, under the speed blessed by the [Rotting Sac Technique], there is nothing to be afraid of!

After receiving the help of the forest, feeling the joy and fear from the bottom of his heart, Ye Qi couldn't ignore the existence of these plants at all, and let go of his hands and feet to fight with these undead servants who no longer had the solar level; Therefore, even if he guessed that the other party was worried about being attacked by these plants again and retreated, Ye Qi still followed; After all, no matter how difficult it is, the witchers have not yet used their comrades as shields.

What's more, what kind of difficulty can these undead servants under the sun be regarded as at this moment?

In addition to the greater number of outings, what is commendable?

Moreover, in terms of quantity alone, how could he Ye Qi ever be afraid of others!

Shaking the windbreaker on his body, Ye Qi walked out of the forest, looking at the five hundred undead servants in front of him, and the warden standing in the center of these undead servants, looking at the other party's gloomy face, Ye Qi couldn't help but smile, very happy - it can make the existence above the sun deflated several times, Ye Qi certainly has a reason to smile happily, and Ye Qi thinks that he will laugh even more happily next.

It's about a hundred yards away......

There are over thirty Solar Undead minions around to use as shields!

If you spell it, the chance is more than fifty percent!

No, it's too low!

It must be more than 80% to do it!

Bang, bang......

The sound of the pages being blown suddenly overflowed into the suffocating battlefield with the silence - the pages forged from the shattered soul of Samikina moved with the wind, and a special wave immediately enveloped the battlefield.

"Sami Gina's Drive", one of Ye Qi's hidden hole cards - it's just that, as a 'Solar-level' holy weapon that is biased towards the undead faction, except for a few of his friends, when other people are present, even if it is just for unnecessary trouble in the future, he can't use it at all.

"Are there a lot of hidden means? A virtue with your teacher! I always like to leave a hole card for myself! ”

The warden in the distance, looking at the "Sami Gina Drive" in Ye Qi's hand, narrowed his eyes, and his casual tone was full of disdain.

"Do you think it helps, though?"

The killing intent flashed, and the warden ended with a rhetorical question - how many kinds of holy weapons are there, even the Holy See, which once dominated Lorante, could not give an accurate answer; Therefore, although the warden was surprised by such a book-like holy weapon as "The Driving of Samigina", he did not take it to heart; After all, the appearance of books is destined to make such a holy weapon unlikely to have much attack power.

At most, it's just a magic book or something like that—and how can a magic book be taken to heart by the warden of the Holy Prison?

The Warden's guess was not wrong in nature, "Sami Gina's Drive" was indeed a magic book, but its name was a demon god.

PS The first update ~~~ timing~~~ (to be continued.) )