Under the cover of his subordinates' lives, the knight captain finally won the opportunity to get close to the demon lord.

The white sword light carried all the anger and fighting spirit of the captain, and it was like a wind and thunder, stabbing towards the demon's eyes.

Tismal turned his head, his sword had just been pulled from a dead golden iris knight, and he didn't have time to pull it back.

Looking at this human who had assassinated him in the face, Tismar's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement, and he raised his finger and waved it lightly at the knight captain.

The knight captain, who was still in mid-air, felt a powerful force field bombard his body, and the silver sword body instantly distorted, and the high-resistance demonic armor that could resist mid-level magic shattered into block-like pieces.

His body fell like a kite with a broken string, and he fell heavily on the plain.

At the moment before he fainted, the knight captain felt unwilling and angry in his heart, as well as deep doubts.

Why? Why haven't the city guards arrived yet?

......

Inside the Colosseum.

The violent concussion alarmed everyone.

"What's going on. There was a commotion at the scene, and many people were uneasy.

"Heavenly ...... It's dark. One of the audience members looked up at the darkened sky and stammered.

Inky black clouds appeared in the sky, obscuring the warm midday sun.

Dark clouds pressed on the top, and there was a faint thunder in the clouds.

"Is it going to rain?" the question sounded in the hearts of the audience.

But someone doesn't see it that way.

"No, it's the power of magic. Othello, the leader of the Magic Guild, stood up from his chair suddenly, "And it's the breath of black magic, it's impossible, why didn't the large defensive magic array in the arena react?"

At the bottom of the arena tower, the center of the magic circle.

Dozens of magicians collapsed to the ground, their eyes blank, and a bloody hole in their throats, blood gushing out.

These ten magicians were all high-level spellcasters wearing the Golden Balance Badge, but they were killed one by one silently, without even having a chance to struggle for a while.

One can imagine how amazing the strength of the assassin was.

A cloud of black mist appeared beside the magic array, and Yunas stepped out of the black mist, "Thank you, Lord Nightmare. ”

In the corner of the room, a man in a guard suit nodded unobtrusively, and then floated out of the room.

The leader of the Heresy Order looked around and sighed, "It's really an artistic killing method, and it really deserves to be among the top three killers in the Hunter Guild." ”

Younas lazily kicked away a corpse in front of him, walked outside the core of the large magic circle, raised his hands, and began to chant an ancient and obscure incantation.

A massive, deep, condensed dark mana poured out of him, quickly taking over every corner of the room.

The magic like ink flowed into the crystal in the center of the magic circle like flowing black mercury along the texture inscribed on the stone slab.

The magic array lit up with a pure blue glow, trying to resist Younas's barbaric invasion, but was quickly suppressed by the vast magic power of the black-robed mage.

Younas patiently chanted incantations, using the knowledge in his mind to tamper with the structure of the magic circle little by little.

The process is complicated, and it is quite unthinkable for the average mage, but it is not difficult for Younas, who was born in the World Tree Council.

The magic symbols etched into the walls glowed a deep purple, and the texture of the magic circle on the floor turned dark red under the infiltration of dark power, and the reddish mist rippled in every circuit of the magic circle.

A few minutes later, based on the original large defensive enchantment circle, a new circle of mysterious, powerful, and evil was formed.

"Let's put on a show, my little cuties!"

Younas snapped his fingers with a trademark sneer on his face.

A dark red mist surged out of the cage that sealed them like bloodthirsty bugs, greedily swooping down on the corpses all over the ground, tearing at their flesh.

Dozens of seconds later, in the mist, a tooth-aching crunch sounded, and more than a dozen skeletons dressed in mage robes slowly rose from the mist, and their eyes burned with deep flames unique to the undead race.

If any other magician were standing here, they would recognize it as the Dark Race --- Corpse Witch as described in the Illustrated Undead.

......

Rumble!

The gate to the base of the tower was blown to pieces, and an eerie dark red mist spread out towards the audience.

Seeing this horrific scene, the screams of exclamation reverberated in the arena, and all the spectators were terrified, standing up and running for their lives at the exit.

The corpse witches emerged from the mist, their white fingerbones dotting across the auditorium, their magic surging, fireballs and ice winds pouring uncontrollably towards the audience, and furious magical power swept through the aisles, eliciting screams.

The corpse witches walked through the blood-drenched aisles with expressionless faces, and continued to cast their magic, constantly reaping the lives of their living kind.

They have no humanity, but they retain most of their magic power and a small amount of magical knowledge in their lives, and due to the characteristics of corpse witches, their spiritual power is extremely focused, and they can be instantaneous for low-level magic that has become instinct.

The red mist follows in the footsteps of the corpse witches and will be engulfed by ordinary people who have been magically killed, and it will not be long before these ordinary people will follow in the footsteps of the corpse witches and become part of the army of the undead.

In the mist, more undead stood up, with pale skin and hollow eyes, among them were old people in the twilight, immature children, fresh boys and girls, but at this moment, they all became wandering living corpses.

For this scene, there is a special term in the history of magic to describe --- "scourge".

This is the name of the dark magic circle that created this group of undead creatures.

"When natural disasters return, the day when living beings tremble. "Countless years ago, the necromancer who invented this magic circle left behind these words when he was captured alive by the night watchmen of the Inquisition and burned at the stake.