In the blink of an eye, the originally bustling party became quiet.

Under the wine table, next to the chairs, on the stage, and in the aisles, dozens of young people are scattered and slumped in this abandoned warehouse in the outer city, all of them brightly dressed, but it is difficult to think of a proverb in Shire's hometown - fish on the cutting board.

Charles lay on the wooden table in the corner, squinting his eyes and carefully looking around, and with some memories in his mind, he finally had a basic understanding of the current situation.

"Necromancy's group sleeping technique that can only be used at the third level?"

Thinking about it, feeling the trembling of a shadow under his own spirit body, he had a new understanding of the ability of his resentful shadow.

"No matter how small or small the attacks are, my spirits will not be affected in any way until they are completely destroyed......"

As his mind wandered as the slight snoring of the brown-haired boy on the other side drifted into his ears, Charles was speechless, trying to ignore the unique voice in the silence and pay close attention to his surroundings.

He had expected an unknown enemy lurking from the young crowd, and he had even thought of a candidate - the angelic singer who came from the church but had a strange gaze at him, or the iron lump wrapped in steel.

However, after half a day, no one stood up among the unconscious people around.

"It's impossible, this spell spreads from itself...... Did you use a crystal ball to cast spells from a distance? Or is this not a three-level group sleep? ”

Just as he was wondering, the creaking of the steel sliding ground suddenly came to his ears - listening to the sound, it was obvious that the door of the warehouse had been opened!

Because he was lying on his side on the table, he could faintly see out of the corner of his eye, and under the sunlight shining through the door, a group of figures in black robes and hoods walked in one after another.

One, three, five......

A rough count shows that the number is not less than ten.

"Necromancers of the Ghoul faction?"

The features of the weirdos' hoods were slightly distorted, and Charles's mind raced to this conclusion. And when he saw the wrinkled face of the hooded man at the head, his heart sank even more.

The number of necromancers that everyone shouts and beats is already scarce, and the higher-level ones are even rarer, and the person in front of him has an impression in the memory of the bandage man.

Salvatore. Damon, a plague spreader at the level of the Throne of the Rotting Corpse.

……

Black iron, corpses, dry bones, rotting corpses, burial bodies, living corpses......

The first six stages of the Necromancer are roughly called this, and Charles has always found this title to be disgusting, like a pile of rotten bones turned into fossils, a process from dead to "alive".

But that doesn't obscure the meaning of these titles.

The necromancer at the level of the carrion can already form a necromantic army that is completely under his control, and the wrinkled guy in front of him, whose profession belongs to the plague faction among the necromancers, has many strange methods, and even has a record of single-handedly destroying a city of 10,000 people - and then he was chased and killed by the church all over the world.

In the Bandage Man's memory, this was a rather terrifying fellow, but until the Bandage Man advanced to the fifth stage of necromancy, he didn't think much of it.

But that's just the bandage man, for the Charles......

"It doesn't seem like it's out of the blue."

Thinking back to the methods of the plague spreaders in his memory, and glancing at the surroundings as if he were careless, Charles kept thinking about how he would deal with him.

Despite the abundance and horror of the spellcaster in front of him, he, or all casters below the sixth level, had a fatal weakness - he had to die even if he stabbed to the core.

……

Here he pondered as the many black cloaks that had entered the warehouse began to talk.

"It's all to blame on the damn Feneckes, otherwise how could the key have fallen on the head of the church!"

Beside the old mage, a rough voice said angrily, "It's so bad that we took such a big risk to come here to do kidnapping!" ”

The speaker's eyes were as big as brass bells, and a mouthful of yellow buckteeth was quite obvious even when he closed his mouth, and when he spoke, the hideousness and stickiness made everyone who saw it faintly gause, as if they could smell the stench of corpses.

Ghoul, a ghoul of the third rank.

Charr's psychic faction is based on playing with the soul, and the plague faction to which the old mage belongs on the other side regards plague and disease as a means.

The ghoul faction, on the other hand, mainly seeks to transform itself into all sorts of bizarre necromantic creatures, such as the current vampires with pointed jaws and pale faces, or this ghoul.

Every ghoul faction will feed on humans to a greater or lesser extent, and vampires needless to say, ghouls are more of a no-brainer.

After noticing him, Charles's mood, which had just been slightly relaxed, tightened again.

Because unlike normal necromancers, the ghoul bloodline can be transferred or hidden when it reaches the third stage.

The other party still looks like a normal person on the outside, but in fact, maybe his real head or heart has been transferred by him to an unknown place, and what he shows may be the limbs of some unlucky person.

It's okay to stab a dagger right, but if it's wrong, the ghoul's super strength and speed are not something that Charles can handle.

"It's better not to do it as much as possible."

Thinking so, he breathed weakly, and remained motionless in the corner carefully disguising himself.

However, it is clear that things will not go the way he thinks about them.

……

"Hey, without the snake of Feneckes, our activities are getting more and more difficult......"

"Do you think the church can agree to our terms?"

"If you don't agree, you have to agree, the identity of these little guys is not simple at the moment, unless the church doesn't want to develop in Turin anymore......"

During the conversation, the pedestrian walked in the middle of the warehouse, and glanced around in the carpet aisle that had been deliberately separated, as if he was supposed to be patrolling or testing the results of the battle.

Although the visitors were not good, they didn't do anything, and normally, Charles was mixed in with a crowd of people, and there was nothing to worry about - but it was broad daylight.

"The Plague Spreader's bloodline has not been modified and will not be burned by me, but the rest of the ......"

Seeing the group getting closer, Charles was a little dumbfounded.

So the original idea of calming things down was forgotten by him again, and because the other party slowly approached, his mind quickly turned at a speed faster than just now.

"Nine second-order vampires, one third-level ghoul, and one fourth-degree plague spreader. The second-level vampire is only high in vitality, and the grasp of attack spell corrosion needs to touch the target with his claws, so there is no need to worry, although the plague spreader has strong destructive power and many strange means, as long as he does not give him time to react, he is just a weak chicken. The key problem is the ghoul, the weakness, and his weakness must be found. ”

"But before I can do that, I must deal with the old mage, or I will die if I stick to his spells."

"Since he is a plague spreader, then his current means of suppressing stun are obvious, although the power is strong, but it can't be stimulated, I just need to ......"

Seeing that the footsteps of those people were getting closer, Charles didn't have time to think about it. The hand that was hunching in the shadow under the table twisted fiercely.

"Ah——!h

The screams suddenly sounded from a distance, and a young man in a black tuxedo with bright blond hair suddenly rose straight from the ground, clutching the root of his thighs with a twisted and angry expression.

"Who is it!?"

Naturally, his shouting attracted the attention of all the black cloaks in the warehouse, and the guy who had previously used magic items to float was a little dumbfounded.

"You ...... Who is it? ”