Chapter 48: The Lord of Death

As if he hadn't expected an answer from Agnoides and Arison, Michardt took a step forward, biting off the index finger of his left hand, and placing his left hand on the "eyeball" in the center of the door.

Mikhat's mouth opened, revealing a language that Aninotes had never heard before.

He is proficient in both lingua franca and Brighton, and can communicate with the Duoseks in Duosek, and even in the Wind-Descended and Antecedents, he has also dabbled in it.

Only the language that came out of Mihart's mouth at this moment was unheard of by Aninotes—it sounded more like an ancient and forbidden magic spell.

Aninotes looked at Arisen, and neither of them showed much surprise, because have you ever seen someone who has been pierced in the heart and can get up from the ground and talk and laugh with you casually?

Two seconds after Mishart stopped speaking, there was no heavy thump of metal grinding as Aninotes had imagined—the door rippled like the surface of the water, and disappeared directly from the air.

Mikhat walked forward without looking back, after all, he had already said all he had to say.

However, he only walked a few steps before he stopped where he was.

This behavior, for whatever purpose, brought a prohibitive hesitation and fear to Añotes.

The little magician sighed, he didn't know what it was.

Overly sloppy trust.

Or, unfounded suspicion.

These troublesome mentalities had been bothering him for a long, long time, and what he didn't know was that in the near future, this swaying like a lone tightrope would be gone forever.

"Aninotes, your race—Brighton—is truly an extremely powerful race. Do you know why most of the magic masters on this continent from ancient times to the present are from your Brighton clan?" Mihart asked suddenly.

"Because the people of Brighton have an extraordinary talent for magic, which no other race can match. ”

"Wrong. First, the Brightons are not just gifted to explain everything. It seems that you don't know much about the secret arts of your race. Second, there is another race that is several times more talented in magic than Brighton. ”

"Brighton's secret arts? what is that? And what kind of race is magically gifted far beyond my own?"

But Mikhat closed his mouth, kept silent, and walked forward.

Agnoides also closed his mouth in amusement, and stopped asking.

Michart flicked his fingers, and the golden mist shrouded his surroundings in a sense of extreme paradoxical discomfort.

In addition to the light source provided by the "illumination" that even Aninotes had never seen before, there were actually some shimmering mushrooms that quietly emitted a faint light.

It's a large space, about the size of the conference hall and the reception hall of Beiwangbao - except for the necessary chairs and benches, it can meet the needs of thousands of people sitting and celebrating at the same time.

The sound of water and stones echoing in the gloomy air, and the soft earth became thick and heavy under the trampling of leather boots. Strangely, Aninotes didn't smell any pungent scent, and there was even a breeze passing through his ears.

Obviously, there is good air convection between here and the outside world.

But where is the thing that can be extremely dangerous in Mihat's mouth?

Just when Agnoides felt a little slack, he suddenly felt an unusual wave of power in front of him!

It was an extremely subtle sensation, like a broken spider silk being pulled up by the wind and quietly hanging on your cheek, giving you the illusion of doubting whether it really existed.

"Mihat, there's something coming up ahead!" Aninotes frowned, and immediately warned.

"Oh, didn't you feel it when you were outside the door just now?" said Mihart lightly without looking back.

Aninotes: "Outside the door...... You ......"

Did this guy, before he even opened the door, sense it?

There was the sound of heavy footsteps ahead, real footsteps.

It seems to be the short sound of metal grinding against the dirt and gravel, with an irregular abruptness, reminiscent of the faintly recognizable damage of an old object.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...... Ten seconds.

The footsteps continued for a full ten seconds before they came to an abrupt end.

Agnites saw clearly, and the silhouette of a human figure appeared in front of him.

But it's just a vague outline.

It wasn't that it was so far away that the golden mist couldn't make it look even more realistically, but because the silhouette of the figure was wrapped in a vague layer of black.

Unlike the black aura that was wrapped around the wraith's body, this black was not like any smoke or breath, but a black mass of energy like a state of energy, and the air around it, and even the space, were forcibly distorted!

Aninotes only tentatively sensed it with his own energy, and immediately felt a chill in his skull, stinging his temples.

The little magician couldn't help but hug his body with both hands, as if the terrible chill just now had awakened his body's reaction to the cold.

"What is this?"

"Shhh ”

Skeleton Lord?

Julianos is on top!

Aninotes felt like she was about to pass out again.

Teacher Kalisa once mentioned this legendary undead spirit in her casual conversation, and there was a book that she had placed on the top of the shelf—a book that was not famous, and the mage who wrote the book was not famous, and it was divided into different ranks according to the strength of the undead.

In the hierarchy of that book, there is the undead like the Skeleton Lord, and it is directly ranked close to the top!

As for the Skeleton Lord's abilities, there is no record in the book.

In short, this guy in front of him is definitely much more difficult to deal with than a vampire!

"Mihat, you mean, you're going to take out this Skeleton Lord now?" asked Aninotes, confused.

"Otherwise, I'm here to slaughter it. ”

Aninotes said earnestly, "Mihat, we may still have time to escape now. ”

"What? You're scared? It's just such a little skeleton, it's a big deal if you break it up. Mihart said lightly.

Aninotes was silent.

He is not Michat.

At least, he's definitely not the one before him.

The tone of speech, the strength of the strength, and even the smile are all different from before.

But Agnites didn't know what immeasurable impact Mihat's resurrection had on him.

Perhaps, a forbidden spell?

Occupancy?

Soul Refraction?

"What are you thinking? If there's nothing else going on, you're just staying where you are, and I'm going to get rid of that annoying thing. ”

After Mihart finished speaking, he walked forward against the other party's cold aura.