If the ordinary skeleton warrior is compared to a cannon fodder, just the weakest class, then the now resurrected Beamon Behemoth is a further special class.

"Kill them for me!"

The moment the necromancer resurrected the two Beamons, he ordered the other to attack.

Undead creatures have no intelligence, and even in such dangerous situations, they still obey the orders of the necromancer and are almost unafraid of death on the battlefield!

Any fight against the undead will be fought into a war of attrition.

Golden Beamon took the lead in stepping out, with a body more than ten meters tall, even if Golden Beamon became an undead, but the power he possessed, it still made the undead in front of him feel a touch of despair.

Spank.

The Death Knight's charge didn't end, it was only a second of froze before it drove the seated Nightmare to attack forward.

Golden Beamon waved his palm, the thick palm was like a meteorite falling from the sky, and it didn't make too flashy moves, but it really slapped down on the top of the head of the momentum of death.

"Poof!"

A puddle of meat puree.

Although the Death Knight's momentum is fearless, under the flesh of Golden Beamon, it is completely incomparable.

This picture is beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding.

The Death Knight didn't even do decent damage to Golden Beamon, and was slapped into pulp pulp, completely losing the opportunity to counterattack.

The Banshee froze in place, at this time, it was even in a state of confusion, and its ally, the powerful Death Knight, was shot to death like this?

The silver-white Beamon Behemoth followed closely behind, and there was no flashy move, and with a wave of his palm, it slapped on the body of a minotaur at once, and as a power-type soldier, its chest was flattened at once, and its internal organs spit on the ground along its mouth.

Terrible force!

Someone seemed to be approaching in the darkness, quite fast, and there were many more figures following it.

A cold sword light emerged.

Gnolls.

They are born assassins.

They have super agility, once they cooperate, even if they are a stronger opponent, they may die under the terrifying speed of the opponent.

When the gnolls are fighting, they need some sacrifices, and some of the cowards in front of them have become sacrifices, and their hideous heads have fallen to the ground, even if they are comrades-in-arms, but for the gnolls, there is no psychological burden at all.

"Roar!"

With a dull roar, Golden Beamon suddenly appeared in front of the assassins.

It had a huge scar on the top of its head, and even some solidified brains on its cheeks, and it was clearly dead, but now, it had been resurrected in another way.

Undead species.

The undead Beamon's eyes were red in the roar of excitement, and earthworm-like veins appeared on the explosive muscles.

It's a monster that's ten meters high!

His seemingly bulky body charged at a very fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of a gnoll, and then he roared and clenched his fist, and the terrifying power erupted with a dull whistling sound, and the gnoll man was directly smashed into meat sauce in a terrible wail.

"Very well, keep killing!"

The necromancer looked at the scene in front of him, a sinister smile appeared on his shriveled face, and then the golden Beamon charged again, as if he was in no man's land, and no gnolls could resist his attack, often becoming a corpse in one fell swoop.

Gold Beamon.

The undead of Beamon today.

How terrible it was when it was alive, how terrible it is after death.

Although the undead's brain is clumsy, the power of the rage combined with the undead makes it the most terrifying subordinate under the necromancer.

The necromancer just casts a simple undead resurrection, and if given some time, it will use everything it knows to create a monster that will make the entire Plains of Bones tremble!

The so-called Assassin Legion, which is also the inheritance that the Banshee has accumulated over a long period of time, was turned into a puddle of flesh by the Beamon Behemoth in just a few minutes.

At this time, these flesh and bone residue converged together, creating a strong visual impact.

Without the leadership of the Death Knight, the undead under its command began to riot, because they couldn't, they would kill the lives around them, and the team belonging to the Banshee became undoubtedly the target of these undead attacks.

Make a mess around,

Unaffected, the two Beamon roared and rushed forward.

- Berserk!

The necromancer unleashed another terrifying move, which ignited the violent factor in Beamon's body, and the huge body of Beamon's giant beast did not stop at all after approaching the army of banshees, and directly rushed into the troops with a fist.

With terrible screams, more and more dark creatures were killed in the battle, not only because of the Behemoth, but also because of the trampling of their companions.

Heavy fists whistled past.

Golden Beamon seemed to think that this was not enough fun to kill, so he directly lifted a stone from the ground and threw it directly into the crowd.

This time it's just flesh and blood!

Golden Beamon's creature is indeed a great killer on the battlefield!

The other side.

The more times like this, the more it was necessary to remain calm, and the necromancer swept through the Banshee's alliance with the remnants of his troops.

The Death Knight and the Banshee, two existences that are only a little short of gaining the right to rule this land, have now undergone earth-shaking changes.

The former not only died, but the corpses were turned into a puddle of mud, and the team, losing the helm, also became passive in an instant, and even the alliance partners were killed.

And the latter, after seeing the fury of the two golden beamons, a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes, and it knew that this battle was a foregone conclusion.

When its own troops are overwhelmed by the allies around it, it loses its golden opportunity.

"Woo ......"

There was a high-pitched scream, and the dark creatures, who had long been frightened, seemed to hear some heavenly sound, and ran back in the opposite direction.

Fall back.

The banshee looked at everything on the battlefield, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, but there was nothing to do, it had already lost, and it didn't even have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

Lonely back.

The necromancer watched all this happen, and it did not deliberately pursue, but set its eyes on the body of the Beamon Behemoth, and no one under the same rank could be the opponent of these two monsters.

A banshee is nothing.

For the necromancer, what it wants is to take this opportunity to touch the entire plain of bones.