In the face of danger and fear, different people will behave differently.

Some people will collapse directly, without the slightest resistance and let others slaughter; Some people will yell hysterically; Some people lose their minds and go crazy; And some people are afraid to the limit, but they will calm down.

A large number of red-skinned monsters are constantly pouring in from the outside, and from above, they look like red waves.

The sound of the mace smashing bones, the sound of machetes severing hands and feet, and the seemingly excited cries of demons and the screams of human despair and fear mingle into a waltz of death.

The humans closest to the demons were slaughtered, and the humans behind were rushing around like headless flies, and some were trampled to death, and a human tragedy was being staged fiercely.

Tang Fan watched the slaughter on the street in the distance through the gap in the balcony window, the rich smell of blood kept wafting in, burrowing into his nostrils, watching the stumps and severed arms and heads flying around, and even demons grabbed human arms and gnawed them with sharp teeth.

All these things made Tang Fan's face pale, and his stomach turned upside down, and he couldn't help but have an urge to vomit.

Forcibly suppressed the feeling of vomiting, only to feel that his throat was pantothenic, and his stomach twitched for a while, as if there was a knife stirring inside, Tang Fan was a little frightened in his heart.

At first, he was still thinking that since he had obtained the Necromancer and became a necromancer, he would be able to kill all sides when the demons came.

But now that he looked at it, he knew that he was naïve.

In the face of such fierceness, cruelty, tyranny, and such powerful demons, can you really fight against them?

For a moment, the joy and pride of obtaining the Book of the Dead disappeared, and was replaced by a deep confusion.

Closing the balcony door, Tang Fan sat down on the sofa and breathed heavily. His face turned pale, his eyes flashed with horror, his fists clenched and then released, and after thinking about it, he immediately rushed to the bedroom to pick up the Necronomicant.

Feeling the cold aura on the Necromantic Grimograph, Tang Fan's mixed thoughts seemed to be guided, and he slowly calmed down.

Now that the demon has descended, nothing can be avoided. As stated in the Necrogenomics, the only way to survive is to fight against demons, otherwise, no matter where you hide, sooner or later you will be found by demons and then brutally killed.

Exhaling heavily, Tang Fan's eyes became firm, since everything is irretrievable, then there is only fighting, fighting to live.

He opened the Book of the Necrons, and in the past few days, in addition to meditation, Tang Fan would read the contents of the Book of the Dead.

It's just that I don't know if it's because of his lack of strength or whatever, the content he can read is not very much, compared to the entire magic book, it's only a small part of it.

The Hell Demon Chapter, which is mainly an introduction to the Hell Demon and the learning of the Demon Language; The summoning chapter is some summoning spells, what summons skeleton warriors, skeleton mages, etc.; The Toxin and Bone chapter is about toxins and the spells of the bones; The curse chapter is a curse spell: the pharmaceutical chapter is about using various materials to mix to make potions in a special way; The refining chapter is to use materials to refine weapons and armor in a special way; The magic circle chapter is the pattern and drawing method of some magic arrays.

At present, Tang Fan is a necromancer level 1, and he sadly found that the medicine chapter and the demon array chapter are all gray, which means that he cannot learn.

In the summoning chapter, only two pages of all summoning spells are colored, one page with a white skull pattern and the other page with a black skull pattern. However, there is still a small part of these two pages with gray traces. This means that Tang Fan still can't learn this spell that summons skeletons because the conditions are insufficient.

Similarly, in the White Bones and Toxins chapter, there is also a pattern with a little gray left, which is a tooth pattern, and another is a white bone shield; And on the curse chapter, there is also a gray pattern with a little bit of curse leftovers.

Tang Fan knew that this was because of his spiritual strength, and the relationship was slightly worse. Only when the mental power reaches a certain standard can one of these five spells be learned.

Outside, the strange cries of demons and the desperate screams of people kept coming in through the cracks in the windows. Tang Fan groped for the Demon Book of the Undead, and the cold aura on it kept him in a state of stagnant water.

Closing the bedroom door and trying to isolate the sound as much as possible, Tang Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, rested the Necronomic on his lap, and began to meditate.

He had to improve his mental power first, because he was only a little short of being able to learn spells.

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"Don't ...... Don't come here......" A man with glasses fell to the ground, his legs kicking wildly, his hands propped up and he kept retreating backwards, yelling hysterically as he retreated, tears and snot and saliva flowing.

In front of him, a red-skinned demon holding a human arm in one hand was gnawing and making weird, creepy chewing sounds. On the arm, you can also see the white bones and wriggling and twitching muscles, the blood and flesh foam fell down the sharp teeth of the demon, the demon was full of blood, and it held the machete in its other hand, and looked at the man with glasses with a playful look as if it was teasing its prey, and approached step by step.

The man with glasses kept retreating, and suddenly, there was a wall behind him, blocking his retreat.

The demon didn't seem to want to play anymore, and rushed straight forward, as fast as a 100-meter sprint, and the machete slashed violently.

There was a scream, blood was like a fountain flying, the head of the man with glasses flew high, his eyes were filled with desperate fear and disbelief, and he fell to the ground with a thud and rolled away, and the glasses shattered.

"Die, monster!" With a loud shout, I saw a fierce man holding a bone chopping knife, and slashed violently, and immediately slashed at the head of a demon.

With an obscure sonorous sound, the sharp bone cleaver slashed into the demon's skull, and the blade sank into it. The fierce man laughed and pulled it hard, only to find that the blade seemed to be stuck in it, and it didn't move at all.

The demon let out a terrible scream, raised the mace in his hand, and smashed it into the arm of the fierce man, shattering the bones of his hand with a click, like a snake that had been crushed by a wheel.

A demon next to him also rushed over, jumped hard, jumped more than a meter high, and smashed a stick on the door of the fierce man's head, and in the click, the brain plasma mixed with blood and water collapsed.

Originally, some people immediately let out a burst of joy when they saw the fierce man slash into the demon's skull, but this joy turned into despair in the next second.

The fierce man's brain was shattered and died, and the white turbid brain flowed out, and there was a fishy smell. The demon who was slashed by the bone cleaver did not die, but slashed people everywhere with the bone cleaver, and the black and red blood soaked its face, becoming more bloodthirsty and hideous.

As soon as the demons stormed into the city and approached the restricted area in the city center, the soldiers on guard immediately opened fire.

Tongues of fire flew suddenly, and countless bullets tore through the air. There are so many demons that they don't need to aim at all, and every bullet hits the demon's body.

Under the powerful impact and penetration of the bullet, the demon's body trembled, and blood holes were shot out of his body, and the blood rushed wildly, and immediately, the row of demons in front of him fell.

"Kill......"

Seeing that bullets can effectively kill demons, many desperate people seem to grasp the wood that saves their lives.

At this moment, only a strange chant was heard from behind, and then a burst of golden light fell from the sky, falling into the bodies of those demons whose bodies had been beaten into a hornet's nest.

The mutation was abrupt, these dead demons, the wounds on their bodies healed quickly, the bullets were squeezed out and fell to the ground, the blood around them flowed back, and then, like a carp, the dead demons stood up intact.

Dead and resurrected!

Those who have grasped a little hope suddenly realize that it is not wood but a fragile straw that is grasping.