The fight broke out again, Buzureano could not take the dark knight in his eyes and despise the giant bone skeleton, the huge scythe was no slower than Buzureano's speed, and the scythe had an epigenetic magic, and when it was swung rapidly, it produced a wave-like black smoke, even if it was blown by the smoke, Buzureano's silver-white fur would be covered with black spots, and it would take a while to recover from its original state. [No pop-up novel network]

Anfei was not idle, it seemed that Anfeita had regarded Anfei as an unpredictable variable, so that Anfei was taken care of, one after another bone spears kept shooting at Anfei from three directions, and the dark knights who rushed from Buzureano surrounded Anfei in the middle. An Fei relied on speed, and his own ability to resist blows could not be compared with those swordsmen and knights who were protected by fighting spirit, so he couldn't spare the energy to think about Susanna's changes for a while.

Susanna's strength suddenly increased greatly, and she could almost compete with the peak powerhouse, and she could even barely accept the attack of the super-level creature Ghost Dragon, although she was injured, it was enough to prove that her strength had changed radically. However, perhaps because of the mutual restraint of the elements, the ghost dragon seemed to be a little jealous of Susanna who had grown light wings, and flapped its bone wings to fly high into the air, always keeping a certain distance from Susanna, but kept attacking downward with magic.

What's even more incomprehensible is that if she fought against a strong enemy in the past, no matter how difficult her opponent was, as long as An Fei also joined the battle group, she would definitely have to devote some energy to pay attention to An Fei, and until there was a reason to confirm An Fei's safety, she would fight wholeheartedly. But now she never glanced at An Fei, her eyes were full of hatred, like a holy angel hating the undead creatures, her eyes were fixed on the ghost dragon, and she didn't care about anything else.

The most leisurely person is Slanberge, the name of the man, the shadow of the tree, although he himself admits that he is injured, he is the high priest of light after all, to the undead creatures. Slambergé is the most terrible butcher in the world, and no necromancer dares to hit him with an idea.

Black Eleven and Apa Di looked very unsightly, they understood that they could not do their best if they wanted to, they were not qualified to participate in the battle of this level in front of them, and if they went up rashly, they would drag down their companions. Of the men, Chris was the only one who saw Susanna's abnormality, sometimes looking down in contemplation, sometimes quietly looking at the scepter in Slanberge's hand, when Slanberger had just taken out the scepter. At the top of the scepter there was a lifelike cherub, but now the cherub was gone.

Chris searched his mind for magical information, but light magic was a separate branch of elemental magic. Interlaced like a mountain, his understanding of light magic is far from enough, and he can't find anything valuable.

No one noticed that the severed limbs and sticky black blood left on the battlefield were slowly moving, concentrating towards the same point. The last hill made purely of blood and mud slowly rose up.

Slanberge was the first to spot the elemental fluctuations, and when he turned his gaze, rows of zombies rushed out of the corrosive mist, roaring towards the blood mountain, and one by one pounced on the blood mountain without hesitation. And that blood mountain has a peculiar attraction, not just to suck zombies. It even wrapped up zombies in it, like a giant thing that could eat.

When the last zombie was also eaten, a huge wriggling sound came, and two arm-like things stretched out above the mountain of blood, which was composed of dozens of zombies, stumps and severed arms, and sticky blood, and then two legs were also split underneath, and in the stunned gaze of Slanberger and others, the flesh giant slowly raised its legs. A step forward.

The ground trembled, and the stinking black dots splashed like rain, the flesh giant was too heavy, but its body was made up of zombies, the skin and flesh of the zombies could not withstand this kind of impact, for the flesh giant it was only a step, but for the zombies it was a violent impact.

The expressions of Slamberge and Buzureano changed drastically at the same time, and they both thought of a very evil puppet technique in the undead system, and Slanberge said that Buzureano did not notice any of them. He was almost hit by a huge scythe that slashed at him.

The first step is just a temptation, very quickly. The flesh giant walked straight towards An Fei step by step, the ground was shaking, and a puff of black rain splashed around, if this road was longer, maybe the flesh giant would destroy itself by itself, the possessed zombie was limited after all, but unfortunately the distance between it and An Fei was only a hundred meters, and it could withstand consumption.

The corrosive fog that stopped there also began to move, slowly stretching and diffuse, greedily sucking the vitality of the earth, the control and lethality of the undead magic were as terrifying, if you were trapped in the corrosive mist, there was no need to hold on to the battle.

Slanberge stretched out his hand, the holy light rose to the sky, the scepter in his hand suddenly turned into a living thing, and automatically flew into the air, as Slanberge's spell sounded between heaven and earth, the scepter emitted more and more intense golden light, and it was still rotating in mid-air, if it wasn't for the big difference in shape, it would be like a sun.

When the last

When he spit out of Slambert's mouth, his body couldn't help shaking, and on the ground, Chris subconsciously reached out to help, but he didn't know why he retracted his hand halfway, but Niya helped Slanberge and asked with concern: "My lord, are you okay?"

"Thanks, I'm fine. Slamberger smiled and looked up at the scepter in the air.

A warm glow radiated from the scepter and enveloped the surrounding meadow, and the light had an indescribable contagion, and even the green grass faintly turned golden. The corrosive mist that permeated the air was all blocked by the light, and it was impossible to enter, but the flesh giant didn't care about anything, and still walked forward step by step, but the entire surface of its body was filled with a thick black gas, as if it was burning.

Slanberge's face changed again, this evil puppet can't be killed with ordinary attacks, it can only rely on magic, no swordsman can cause fatal damage to it, even the great swordsman can't do it, even if the flesh giant is split in half, the flesh and blood will still be combined, it is a monster that can't be killed! Only magic can fundamentally solve the problem, but the magician here has the ability to destroy the puppet, he is the only one, if even the Holy Light Guardian can't do anything, then he has to sit still and wait for death.

"Kill him, kill him!!" Anassita in the distance, however, fell into a manic excitement.

She hadn't had a good day since she was wounded by the Divine Glory Mark released by Slanbergé in the Land of Mercenaries. Although the Divine Glory Mark is a kind of chicken rib magic, which is not very useful, and can only protect a certain bearer from the erosion of undead magic for a certain period of time, the damage to Anassita is very serious. Everything she had was strongly rejected by the Divine Glory Mark, and this rejection was never stopped, what was the pain of being picked and cramped all the time? Anassita felt that it was good that she hadn't gone crazy!

If it was just pain, Anassa would not have been so out of shape, a necromancer with the mark of the Divine Glory was naturally mercilessly ridiculed by her companions, and her subordinates, who were usually respectful to her, always avoided her in every possible way, Anassa knew that her prestige had been devastated!

In fact, according to the original plan, her task is to capture An Fei and Niya and send them to the headquarters, as for the others, they can be killed, and those who can't be killed should not be touched, and they should pay attention to preserving their strength. And Anassita ostensibly agreed, but in fact she had her own plan, and if she wanted to regain her prestige and wash away her shame, she had to kill Slanberge! Now that victory was in sight, she hated Slanberger a little too much to control her emotions.

"Attack, you idiot!" Anassita screamed again, swinging her staff vigorously with her right hand, and the ghost dragon in the distance roared and swooped down on Suzanne below. Anxious for revenge, Anassita has used her near-limit power, on the one hand, to control the ghost dragon, on the other hand, to control the flesh puppet, no other patriarch dares to do this, if the undead magic backfires, it is much more terrifying than other magic.

"Kill me all......" The cry continued, and Anassita suddenly felt a wave of magic power, and couldn't help but turn around and look back, just as she saw a fire dragon rushing towards her with teeth and claws.

Anassita didn't move, she had made a good plan, here she had already laid a powerful defensive magic array, although the other necromancers had been sent out by her, a fire dragon still couldn't hurt her.

With a bang, the fire dragon exploded more than ten meters away from Anaceta, turning into a cloud of fire and scattering in all directions.

"Who?!" Anassita snapped as she released a magic signal to inform the other necromancers to rush back immediately. It's really hard for her, not only do you have to control the ghost dragon and the blood river golem, but now you have to release magic signals, but fortunately she is a veteran figure and can barely make ends meet.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Entos. A voice came, and then a figure stepped out from behind an ancient tree in the distance, it was an ordinary-looking middle-aged magician, and he didn't see him chanting a spell, his body floated into the air like a leaf.

"Entos?" Anassita was stunned, she felt the name was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it for a moment.