The dried corpse went crazy inexplicably, and the speed of turning his face was so fast that before Byron could react for a while, the old priest turned into a blood-red streamer and collided with the dried corpse. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The emaciated corpse immediately flew upside down, knocking the rotting wooden bench in the corner of the wall apart, but it stood up unscathed, hoarse laughter echoing through the holy chamber.

The old priest fell to the ground weakly, the blood-red flames that enveloped him swayed, and the flaxen garment began to appear mottled black spots, which quickly expanded and burned. Soon the old man turned into a curled mass of charred corpses, lying quietly on the ground, and the smell of burnt food permeated the whole room.

Byron put on a defensive posture and wanted to retreat to the corridor outside the door, the old priest's powerful existence was not a united enemy, so it was better to retreat first.

As if sensing his thoughts, Pyne said in a sonorous voice, "That dry corpse knows when Adrien's magic ends!

"What?" Byron was completely confused, he had already touched the edge of the gate. He shuddered and saw the two gargoyle talismans in the hands of the dry corpse in the corner. The smooth bright blue lines of their surface are glistening.

Byron's hair stood on end, and his heart beat violently. At that moment, in the corridor behind him, the wicked laughter of the two gargoyles hanging upside down in the shadows rang out.

Their slender legs slammed into the wall and lunged at him.

Pine raised his hand, and a ray of positive energy hit the dried corpse directly, and the other party jumped to the side nimbly, and laughed loudly.

"Kill them!" the flesh on the corpse had faded and turned pale. The shriveled muscles of its face writhed and deformed, becoming more twisted and grotesque.

The two gargoyles instantly arrived behind Byron, and he did not dare to turn back rashly, but threw himself forward. The gargoyle swept over him, two long stone hands clawing at him. Byron rolled sideways to avoid the other's claws, and the wool in his hand was swept up by the air current, slowly flying from his palm. Another gargoyle was about to jump out of the air.

The majestic and loud words sounded behind it, and the gargoyle trembled in fright, and subconsciously turned around, only the empty stone slab behind it, and it only then did it remember that it was flying in the air.

It glanced alertly at Pyne, who had taken the opportunity to walk down the hallway, and then turned back to see that Byron on the ground had already gotten up and rushed out the door.

Pine leaned against the doorframe, coldly looking at the bent corpse that rushed over quickly. He had already recognized what kind of monster the other party was, a corpse demon.

The corpses like to lurk in the death-filled burial mounds and catacombs, where their hatred is brewing, and like all low-level undead, they are eager to destroy all life.

However, this corpse demon is obviously different, it can restrain its instincts, talk to them, and successfully delay for a little time, but in the end it still failed to suppress its desire and reveal its true nature.

Seeing that Byron was about to be overtaken, Pyne threw a stone in his hand at the gargoyle.

The gargoyle, who had been paying attention to him, gathered his wings and fell from the sky, and with a loud bang, the stones that fell on the wall of the room immediately smashed a large hole in the wall.

The corpse demon immediately restrained his steps, because Pyne had two stones flying up and down in his hand. It had found this magic from its own long memories—the magic stone. Unlike the wizard casting this spell, the Priest infuses the power of the magic with up to 3 stones, making it more lethal to the undead.

It regretted its premature exposure, and was slapped hard by the old priest. The corpse took out the gargoyle amulet and ordered them not to act rashly.

Byron pulled the bellows as if he was panting violently, and he was also leaning on the door frame, his physique was too low, and after the strenuous exercise, his whole body was soaked with sweat.

"Give me the scimitar. Pine snatched the scimitar and swiped it lightly on the body of the knife full of gaps, and the holy white light immediately lit up with a "blessing weapon", this magic has an effect on all evil creatures, there is no doubt that at this time, in the room, whether it is a gargoyle or a corpse, it belongs to the category of evil.

Byron kept the priest behind him, and if anything happened to the priest, he could only obediently wait for death.

"What should I do?" Byron quickly wiped the sweat from his face, and the corners of his eyes were hot and tingling.

"The corpse demon is injured, find a way to kill it, and snatch the gargoyle amulet. Pyne's eyes flickered, then he asked, "Will you use a gargoyle amulet?"

Bai Ethics shook his head of course, and sure enough, he saw that there was a bowl-sized hole in the corpse demon's abdomen, which was caused by the old priest's deathly blow.

Still, is it certain that physical damage is useful for these undead?

Byron was deeply skeptical.

The two leaned against the wooden door and whispered quietly.

And the corpse demon also fell into a dilemma, and it even had the idea of letting the other party go at one moment, but the crazy resentment drowned out its reason in the next moment.

"We can't let them run away!

The two gargoyles flapped their wings with a look of resistance on their faces, only to be replaced by indifference the next moment. They grinned, let out strange howls, and swooped down.

"They're coming!" Byron stepped back slightly, half-hiding the door. As an adventurer's self-cultivation, he found out as soon as he came in just now that this door was made of black wood, which is rare in the north.

This sturdy and easy-to-work black wood grows mainly in the south and is generally used to make wheels for horse-drawn carriages or stretchers. Of course, for a poor wild mage like Byron, it had more significance.

Black wood can be used to make magic staffs, magic wands, and praise the gods, and when Byron first touched the wooden door, he couldn't help but want to break it off and try it.

The gargoyle swooped down, and the two quickly closed the door, and after a violent impact, the hard wooden door was knocked out of two large holes.

Byron's face darkened, he actually used a wooden light shield and an earth-based magic to block the gargoyle's dive attack just now, no wonder they all said that among the elemental magic, the best defense is the earth-based spell.

The passage was illuminated by bright light, and Pyne glowed with a white halo like a descending god.

Panicked eyes flashed under the gargoyles' eyes, but the command drove them to pounce. The corpse demon rushed out of the door and glanced at Pyne with disdain, this magic looked very dazzling, but it could only deceive people who didn't know the details.

Sure enough, Pyne spat out the last scale, and the white light on his body turned into a bucket-thick beam of light and bombarded towards the corpse, but he was stopped by the gargoyle halfway, and it writhed slightly in the light uncomfortably, and then continued to fly over.

The gargoyle that rushed to the front had already arrived in front of Byron's eyes, and because it had broken through the door, it was not fierce, and Byron let out a loud cry and settled down.

He slashed at it vertically, and the gargoyle did not dodge, and the sharp horns of the stone demon in his head hit Byron's scimitar first.

It's like smashing wood, at first smoothly cutting into the long stone horns, and then getting stuck in it.

Byron now has a deep understanding of what it means to be three points, and it is really three points. The gargoyle grinned, and his left and right claws grabbed Berry's waist at the same time, and the long, sharp claws immediately pierced his body.

A pale red glow that symbolized life immediately enveloped Byron, and he immediately perked up, pulled the scimitar from the gargoyle's head, and stabbed it towards its heart.

Without looking at Byron, the other gargoyle and necroyl sped past him and headed straight for the young priest.

A stone was thrown out by the priest, and in this narrow passage, the gargoyle's outstretched wings were immediately hit, and a huge gap appeared on its bat wings, and it flapped its wings and fell crookedly.

The corpse leaped out from behind the gargoyle, and its nimble body landed on the gargoyle's head to reach Pyne's body.

The priest didn't have time to throw the stone in his hand, but it was firmly bound by it with both hands. With a flick of Pyne, the stone struck the corpse demon in the chest, causing more damage to the undead and blasting its entire body in half, but it still laughed heartily.

For it had reached out of the palm of its hand from the junction of the priest's linen shirt and trousers. The gesture seemed obscene, but the corpse just wanted to touch his skin.

In the next second, the priest's energetic body visibly dried up, and expressions of silence and pain alternately appeared on his face.

This is the supernatural ability of the corpse demon, energy absorption, and the life force is also a type of energy. The vivid anger made the corpse demon scream excitedly.

Byron broke free from the gargoyle's grasp, his green eyes losing their lustre, and the scimitar stuck in his chest hit the core of the drive.

Byron turned his head and was shocked to find that the priest hugged the corpse demon back, and then roared angrily: "Lady Linjian, you are a ****." ”

The corpse demon was also shocked and tried to break free, but the priest raised his head, and an irrepressible howl of pain resounded throughout the ground.

The divine power flowing in Pyne's body boiled and rushed out of his body in an instant, black flames enveloped his whole body, and the corpse demon made a zizzle sound against Pine's side, and both of their bodies began to melt like hot cheese.

"Take it to the temple of Douglas. ”

There was only one sentence left in the hallway, and two stalls of liquid that were slightly different colors. The remaining gargoyles glared at Byron, the glowing scimitar in his hand, to be exact.

Taking a few cautious steps back, the gargoyle turned and ran into the darkness, free without the gargoyle amulet.