The charred earth appeared at his feet, the black grave was arched one by one, the broken cross was inserted in the grave, a broken lantern was hung, dim and dull, the broken soul squatted on the cross, the resentful eyes looked at the dark sky, two lines of muddy tears dripped down, one drop soaked into the black gray grave soil, moistening the withered bouquet swaying in the wind. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The fine "click" sounded slowly, like the fragile joints of the old man, overwhelmed, on the gray and black grave bag, a pile of grave soil piled up on both sides, and the red blood-colored bone hands slowly stretched out, pulled on both sides, and used a slight force.

"Smack"

The bones broke, and the crimson blood flowed, dripping down, mixed with dirt and flowing down to the charred earth.

"Quack"

More and more grave bags were pushed open, red bones stained with dead dirt, standing on the grave bags, the hollow skeletons ignited blue flames, and one by one the extremely weak wills staggered in the air.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I from?"

"What am I going to do?"

............

As legend has it, the beginning of the undead disaster begins with the resentment of an undead, and as long as one of the undead conveys a resentful thought, the ignorant undead is like a blank sheet of paper, painted with resentment.

"To kill, we exist!"

With only one hand bone and half of the rib remaining, the undead roared and raised the inferior sword in his hand everywhere, and stood on the grave bag and roared at the countless skeletons with the voice of his soul.

"For the killing!"

When the color arrived, the soul flames in the eye sockets of tens of thousands of skeletons turned blood-red in an instant, and the red blood on their mountain flowed backwards, converging towards the eye sockets, revealing the white bones under the blood, which were extremely eye-catching on the charred earth.

"For the killing!"

The shouts rang out, and nearly 20,000 inferior swords were raised high, and resentful consciousness linked in the air, converging towards the scarce skeleton.

The shortage of skeletons quacked and laughed wildly, and with a wave of his hand, the skeleton on his side shattered to the ground, he jumped, picked up a hand bone, a few ribs, and installed them on his body, and patted the already complete body with satisfaction, the first one, and walked down the grave bag.

"Boom Boom"

The charred earth trembled, all the colors faded in an instant, and a vigorous black mist gushed out from the graves like a fountain.

"For the killing!"

The black gas rolled, enveloping one fragile skeleton after another, and the breath of death continued to merge into the skeleton's bones, and the clicking sound was non-stop, and the emaciated skeletons became thick at a speed visible to the naked eye, waving with a rustling wind.

Especially the skeleton that was the first to step out of the tomb, ten times the black qi poured into his body, swirling layer by layer and swarming in, covering the entire skeleton inside.

"To kill ...... Kill, we exist, roar!"

The roar was monstrous, the black mist shattered, and the stout skeleton vanished, leaving a huge burly body standing in place.

On the body, the dark carrion occupies eighty percent of the place, and the ink-like black bones only occupy two percent of the place, and the whole body no longer looks the slightest fragility, full of solid texture.

"Bone Warrior - Roshanslow!"

The burly body raised the black scimitar coiled in his hand, and shouted his name in anger.

One by one, the thoughts were frantically transmitted, and nearly 80,000 skeletons expressed their submission, in the world of the undead, the high-level undead ruled the low-level undead, which was imprinted into the soul of any undead.

More and more skeletons pushed open the grave bag, the dry bony hand stretched out from the grave bag, clenched their fists towards the sky, a miserable white skull crawled out of the grave bag with mud, a black gas fell from the sky, enveloping the entire skeleton in it, and a rattling shrill laugh followed, and a huge skeleton that was obviously twice as thick came out of the black mist.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

............

"Bang Dang"

The inferior iron sword fell on the frozen ground, making a sound of gold and iron, and its owner, the four-star little warrior Freeman, looked at the skeleton in front of him that kept crawling out of the grave bag, and the two trembled, if it weren't for the eyes behind him that were too eager, I am afraid that he would have fled in the wilderness, how far he ran.

The old man was in tears, his snot and saliva were dripping on his beard, sticky, and he knelt on the frame and cried out, "Oh my God, this is the undead disaster, this is the undead disaster......"

At this moment, all the warriors and old men who had heard the story of the bard had a "sigh" on their faces, their eyes were deeply sunken, and they were staring at more and more skeletons not far away with a hint of madness.

"No, I don't believe it, it's not true, it's an illusion, an illusion, the darkness has been destroyed by my lord, how can there be such an evil thing in this world, this can't be, it's an illusion!"

"Look, look!" the man shouted heartbreakingly, "The gate and the giant just now are hallucinations, how can this be real, this must be an illusion, it must be!"

"No!"

"I don't believe it, the Lord will not abandon me, I believe in the Lord, I am a believer in the Lord, and the Lord will never abandon me!"

The black swan crossed the sky, breaking through the icy cold air and breaking through the clouds, leaving a black silk thread shuttling in the deep blue world, but it began to cry out in despair, the vast sky was full of cold and lonely, where is the road ahead? Where is the vitality?

The deplorable should be humbled, and the despair will despair.

When the charred black earth slowly faded, the black clouds in the sky broke away, the ancient cross monument disappeared with the empty tomb, and nearly 200,000 skeletons went from illusion to reality in the eyes of millions of people, with the breath of death, making a "click" sound, step by step, slowly moving forward in the blood, approaching step by step.

"Lord, it's not true, no!"

"Why?why?why?why?......"

............

Almost instantly, despair descended, spread, and unrealistic fantasies were shattered with all their might, and pieces of shards pierced the heart that almost collapsed at that moment, and blood flowed profusely.

"I think it's good to keep half of the people, what do you think?"

Casa's voice suddenly became harsh, ringing in Jin Li's ears, Jin Li dodged to the side in disgust, the silver light and shadow trembled, and a card appeared in his hand, thrown at random, and disappeared.

"Whatever you want. ”

"Hahahaha, that's good. The pale bone claws fell onto the shattered crystal ball, and the piercing soul sound fell through the crystal ball into the soul of each skeleton.

"Go, my child, go and kill half of humanity!"

"Quack"

The sea of white bones moved. Waves rushed towards millions of people.

"No!" the old man's body staggered and fell to the car, the light of his eyes fell silent for a moment, "Lord, have we been abandoned?"

"Quack"

The sea of bones went forward one after another, answering the old man's question with an ugly sound of bones colliding, they raised the inferior long sword in their hands, and rushed into the convoy at the moment when the people were stunned, the thick bone arm fell, and the inferior long sword fell from the head.

One by one, the people looked at the long knife of the skeleton, and forgot to resist in fear, the long knife fell, submerged into the body, blood splattered, and even the cry of pain was not made, and the life ended.

Immediately afterwards, a cloud of black mist came out of the skeleton's body and fell on the dead people, a thin white bone got up from the ground, tore off every inch of flesh and blood with the long knife on his body, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it rattling, and then watched the flesh and blood leak out of the empty skeleton, raised the miserable white skull, and the blue soul fire emitted a smug emotion.

The skeleton laughed wildly, enjoying the grandest gluttonous feast in 10,000 years, the white bones moved their bodies, one by one they caught up with the panicked people, jumped up, hugged the people to death, and watched him die in despair, and then, with a big gulp, black gas burst out of the corpse, absorbed by the pale bones of the skeleton, visible to the naked eye, the soul fire in the skull burned more vigorously.

This is the desperation of the living when they die, the most delicious food for the undead, and it has an indescribable allure for these newborn skeletons.

"Quack"

"Get out of here!

The warrior swung the long sword he picked up, and the weak power in his body seemed to be incomparably powerful at this moment, shattering the power of the extremely terrifying skeleton in front of him with just one sword.

The warrior's eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly, informing all the warriors, picking up the long sword in his hand, and slashing at the skeleton.

A skeleton fell, its thick skeleton scattered, burying its soul-burning head in it.

"Hahaha, brothers, it's time for us to teach these monsters how to behave!"

The heroic laughter made a line of defense, holding the skeleton to the death, and each warrior waved the long sword in his hand vigorously, and the faint power came out of his hands, three, four, five, six, seven...... The weak strength at this moment gave these warriors the confidence to slay gods and demons, and gave them the pride of self-improvement.

Under the huge base of nearly one-third and three hundred thousand out of the huge million, the white sea of skeletons really turned into a sea of skeletons, and the stumps and broken arms were piled up into mountains, revealing a paleness and powerlessness.

"Hahaha, brothers, do you see, does this look like a mountain of corpses?"

The warrior mocked the white bones in front of him unscrupulously, and he couldn't remember the scared death he had seen a few minutes ago.

Inside the carriage, Casa's mind carried a hint of pity, "Of course it is!" Then, the bone hand fell......

The soul fire buried in the "corpse mountain" ignited violently, and the bones were instantly connected, and the huge skeleton stood up, and the sound of "click" was endless.

"What is this?"

The warrior who climbed on the "corpse mountain" to show off stared at his feet in surprise, and then the ground shook and the whole fell directly, and when he fell, he saw a pair of skeletons flashing with blue flames, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Quack"

The broken skeletons were crammed into the small open space, crushing the fallen warrior under him, and the pale bones rubbed against each bit of the warrior's air.

"Don't!"

The screams poured into the sky, releasing the fear of the warriors, and the tears of the old and emaciated people flowed, and the joy of the moment was broken, which was nothing, but the group of soldiers, that was their hope to live, it was their strength to live.

If they all died, what if they were able to go to the fabled warm country of the South?

Not to mention, how could they have passed through this cold steppe without those warriors, and how could they have the strength to survive?

Blood "gurgling" came out of the bones, one after another souls consumed by fear wailed helplessly, the skeletons scattered, and there was a strange laugh of "quack" in the souls, only the mouth of the bones hit, and black despair frantically poured into their bodies, and then, a slightly black gray gas floated out of their bodies, and roughly poured into the pile of flesh and blood.

The soul roared, the bright red blood and bones crawled out of the flesh, the blood bubbles of "Zizi" stuck to the blood bones, pulling out a viscous blood line, the blue soul fire ignited violently, and the distorted thoughts roared in the air.

"We exist!"

Ten thousand...... Lakh...... 300,000, 300,000 warriors, although weak, but huge force all died, became skeletons, and swung their long swords at their relatives.

"Lord, save your poor believer, we have no hope and can't live, save us!" the devout believer knelt on the ground, ignoring the approaching skeleton in front of him, and prayed to the gods.

But his Lord did not answer him.

"Why, Lord, why did you forsake us?"

The long knife fell, and the inferior sword snapped into the believer's arm, and the blank gaze looked at the empty skeleton, and the expression of crying and laughing reflected from the blue soul fire.

"Lord, what do I want of such a god, O Lord, who ignores my prayers, and forsakes my soul, and exalts the throne of God but does not understand mercy?"

"God of Light, Loerfando, your real name, I curse you with my life, I curse you to fall off the throne one day, and be slaughtered like a pig and a dog!"

"Click!"

Golden lightning streaked across the sky, outlining the eyes of the gods, staring at the resentful power rising below, their eyes gradually filled with fear and anger.

"I curse you......"

Hundreds of golden lightning bolts passed through the sky, and the loud thunder shook the heavens like the roar of a god, as if above those nine heavens, a god was drawn out of anger and wanted to bring down endless punishment.

"I curse you, hypocritical god, you are a liar, you have deceived us, you have deceived our faith, I curse that faith to turn into deadly poison and make you fall from the throne of God......"

The resentment of the believers on the earth echoed, following the desperate gaze of those pairs of desperate eyes on the "my lord" they believed in in the position space, and the golden thunder in the sky intertwined into huge faces, roaring at the blasphemers on the earth.

"What a power of faith. A touch of helplessness appeared on Jin Li's silver figure, feeling the resentment on his side and the roar of the sky, and said regretfully: "How good it is to give it to me, you see, if you don't give it to me, I will save you, although it is a little late, but if you give it to me, maybe I will save you earlier?"

Sisilu's eyes lit up, leaning on the carriage and leaning forward, she asked with a smile of great interest, "Huh, it seems that you are ready to make a move." ”

Jin Li raised his eyes and looked at the woman who had been silent, thought for a while, and said, "Of course, your boss is playing so big, don't I want to be sure to lose if I don't make a move?"

Silk Dew was skeptical, "But I don't believe there's anything that can stand up to the Undead Scourge." ”

"I didn't want to confront you at all. Jin Li waved his hand, "You'll know when you see it, easter eggs are such things, you must see them yourself to have surprises." ”

"I'll see. Silu laughed.

Jin Li smiled silently, turned his head to look at the resentment outside, and sighed again, "Hey, what a pity!" (To be continued.) )