While Amber and other professionals were discussing the repair plan in the forest outside the monastery gates.

On the fourth floor of the catacombs, inside the Palace of Blood, Dorothy and thirteen other heroic spirits who had surrendered to Tang Ze surrounded the Pool of Blood.

There's a reason they've gathered here, and they're staring intently at the pool bubbling with blood.

Listening to the "Knight Agent of the Dark Sands" left by Tang Ze in front of the White Bone Throne, today is the day when the barbarian who has not entered the pool of blood will complete his body.

It was originally predicted for a day or two, but this was not the case.

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

"It took a little longer than expected, two and a half days in total."

The heroic red-haired barbarian Luke Stembe whispered, "What does this mean, a failed reinvention, or is it better?" ”

"What does better mean?"

"Maybe it's a stronger body."

"Like an eight-armed, knife-wielding monster?"

Rayleigh Tobias on the side shook his shawl brown hair, crossed his hands, and took a bold posture.

Of course, the thirteen professionals in the room could all hear Rayleigh Tobias alluding to the Sand Knight agent left behind by Tang Ze, but no one dared to admire his joking taste.

The atmosphere became a little lighter.

"It's not bad to be like that, maybe I'll become the next agent and serve the master."

The corners of the necromancer's mouth went up, and he uttered words that made the rest of the people look different.

Even Rayleigh Tobias, who had been joking earlier, looked stunned, and they sneaked a sneak glance at the Knight of the Dark Sands not far away, but the latter did not react, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

But it is inevitable that these professionals will secretly slander themselves, and the brain circuits of necromancers may really be different from ordinary people, and they almost cause disasters.

They looked at the necromancer, who was still smiling, and was speechless for a moment.

"Don't make a sound, the acting lord has taken action."

Dorothy glanced at the necromancer, looked solemnly at the Knight of the Dark Sands who stood up, and then lowered her voice, "Let's stand back, the blood of the pool will damage the soul." ”

Teng Teng, the thirteen professionals quickly retreated, but their eyes remained in the pool.

More and more blood-colored bubbles erupted on the calm surface of the water, and tiny swirls formed in the middle, then expanded and sizzled.

The Knight of the Dark Sands "Swift Wind Blade" raised an arm and motioned for the Dark Demon not far away to fetch the weapon, who immediately offered a spear of more than three meters, and the Knight of the Dark Sands grabbed the end of the spear and threw it towards the center of the pool.

The tip of the shimmering cold light broke through the water, and the thin reddish line at the end connected with the palm of the Sand Knight.

As if it had stabbed something, the "Swift Wind Blade" felt it, and naturally pulled it back, and under the urging of a strength value close to 700 points, a huge red spar was pulled out, out of the blood pool, and smashed heavily on the stone bricks at his feet, splashing out of fine pale red fragments.

The blood-smelling liquid slid down the surface of the hedron and dripped to the ground, spreading out into a blood-colored mist visible to the naked eye.

The inside of the hedron is also gradually becoming clearer.

The red and black armor full of spikes and lines, as tall and mighty as a barbarian, stood quietly among the hedrons, as if asleep.

"It's an amazing sight."

The barbarian among the pros couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the half of his face under the red thorn helmet, "Not only did he not become a monster, but he was restored so well. ”

"I don't have to get close to feel that fearsome power."

"Exaggerated, really exaggerated, hahaha."

"It's a lot better than I expected, it's exciting."

The barbarian was wrapped in hideous armor, but it was clear that he had regained his former human face.

This made Dorothy and the female knight May secretly happy.

Although they are ready to turn into ugly monsters, at the end of the day, no one wants to become the monster they once hated.

However, a new problem soon appeared, wrapping the red hedron of the red-armored barbarian like a cocoon, and the surrounding dark demons waved their weapons, and even with all their strength, they couldn't split it, only splashing sparks and showing a few shallow scratches.

The Knight of the Dark Sands took action himself, and the light of the sword that swung into a phantom fell on it, and only a small piece was cut.

"This shell needs to be broken by himself."

The words of the Knight of the Dark Sands reminded these professionals of the chicks that were about to hatch, and they were reluctant to imagine the consequences of not being able to break the hedron layer.

Sleeping forever in the red hedrons?

It seems that there is a certain risk in reforging the body.

"The loser will always stay at the bottom of the bloody pool."

The Knight of the Dark Sands looked at the red hedron for a moment, then turned around and said to the souls of all the professionals who were looking here, "Now decide on the next candidate." ”

Although the red-armored barbarians don't know if they will be able to break through the red hedron successfully, the pool of blood is vacant and ready for the next professional who is ready to reshape his body.

With the experience of the red-armored barbarians, coupled with the warning words of the knights of the Dark Sands, even if they were brave, they couldn't help but hesitate.

If you want to successfully shape your body, luck and will are all important.

If it weren't for the strong confidence in his own will, I'm afraid no one would dare to respond to the words of the Knight of the Dark Sands at such a time.

However...

"Let me do it."

Under the astonished gaze of the three female assassins behind her, Dorothy spoke calmly, "I hope to get your permission." ”

The Knight of the Dark Sands didn't look closely, and glanced at Dorothy, which was considered acquiescence.

The latter went to another room to retrieve his bones, passed by the red hedron and took a deep look at the barbarian in the hedron with a more determined look.

"She's got courage."

A barbarian exclaimed at the three female assassins, "You don't stop her? ”

"Your Highness will succeed."

The three female assassins quickly put away their surprise and turned into an almost indifferent calm, "She's the most willful person we've ever met. ”

"But the man with the most will fell at Andariel's feet."

The words of the other druid left the three Assassins speechless, and he continued, "We may have to revisit the matter of reforging flesh and blood. ”

He deliberately lowered his voice at this point, even though the Knight of the Dark Sands was still far away.

"It's your brother who is locked inside, and I thought you were the next one to reforge flesh."

The necromancer walked over and looked at the druid, who was frowning, "Since you're not going to keep up, give me the third spot." ”

"I don't have a problem."

The druid frowned and shrugged.

"Whatever you want." "Worthy of a necromancer." "You can talk to the surrogate."

Just as the attention of these professionals was diverted, two solid red lights flashed through the gap in the red helmet in the red spar.