Hell!

If someone had asked Eisner what hell was, the boy might have uttered all the clichés that the only old priest in town had recounted. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But today...

After slowly moving his body and squeezing himself further into the inner layer of the cubicle, the young man kept muttering something in his heart, as if he had learned the prayer of the pastor, or directly the unconscious prayer, but none of it could make his trembling body stop for a moment, and he looked at the scene outside in horror with the same trembling eyes of his body.

A few meters away, on a mound of earth, a woman was lying on top of a half-mutilated corpse.

As the hernia gnawed to a halt, the woman jerked her head up, swallowing half of the carrion in her mouth as she scanned the surroundings with only half of her eyes left.

It's a pity that whether there is only a black hole in the nose left, or only half an eyeball left, theoretically it is completely impossible to provide her with the slightest sense of sight and smell, but this original unconscious shaking still makes Eisner, who is not far away, still tremble more violently, and the large movement finally touches the partition behind him, bringing out a low sound, which is particularly harsh around the silence.

"Oh, there's a little mouse..."

Just when Eisner looked at the zombie woman with a pale face because he made a little sound, but was relieved to find that the other party didn't hear it at all and was still looking around, a cold chuckle came from his ears, and the next moment, the thin body was pulled out of the cubicle by an inexplicable force, rolling and rushing not far in front of the zombie woman.

"Ah!!h

Enduring the soreness of his whole body, Eisner just turned over and felt a few puddles of sticky things fall on his face, unconsciously reached out and turned his head to look, the zombie woman's seriously corrupted face was looking at him closely, a foul smell instantly drilled into the boy's nose, in the heart-rending wail, the boy just wanted to shrink back and was thrown to the ground, the next moment, the mouth that had been rotten and only half of it was filled with the boy's entire eyeballs.

"Get out!"

However, after his mind was blank for a long time, Eisner found that he was not dead, and looked over in a daze, the zombie woman who was lying on top of him just now and was about to enjoy a feast was left with a puddle of rotten meat, stuck in the dead tree in the distance and dangling.

"It's so new! Looks like I can have another collection!"

It's a pity that Eisner hasn't recovered from the joy of escaping from death, and the cold voice just now came out again, and then a bone-chilling coldness enveloped the boy, but in a breathing time, a thin layer of hoarfrost appeared on the surface of the skin, and the already thin body and the weakness of not eating for two days, the cold made Eisner lose the strength to move for the first time.

Falling headlong to the ground, the young man fell completely into darkness after a pitch-black figure flashed in his last eye.

"It's... Weak humans!"

Wrapped in a pitch-black robe, the figure slowly walked up to the corpse that had been completely frozen into an ice sculpture, touched the young man's hard face, and said in a low voice.

"So you were, Illusia!"

A gust of wind blew around the ghost crying wolf, and the war horse wrapped in the pitch-black battle armor neighed and rushed over, pulling the reins suddenly, and the warrior on the war horse, who was also wrapped in the pitch-black battle armor, looked at the black-robed man on the ground who was pinching the ice corpse boy as if he was stroking his beloved doll, and when the hoarse voice spread, the wind that had just dissipated came out with the terrible howl of the ghost crying wolf, and the raging wind and snow around were blown away.

"Humph! Your garbage doesn't seem to clean up this place, Wilton!"

Didn't care about the black-armored knight in front of him at all, the black-robed man still squatted in front of the ice corpse boy as if nothing happened, until the strong wind caused by the other party blew the heavy black robe covering his hand, and leaked a pale and shriveled hand, Illusia retracted his hand and stood up, looking up at the black-armored knight looking down at him, and his mocking words were particularly awkward because of his cold tone.

"There are seven affiliated towns in the entire Andorhar, plus scattered small villages, the whole sweeping process will last for more than a month, you have time to wander around here, why don't you go to Ciric Town, the Paladins of Hearthvale will be a good collection!"

"Giggles... Hearthvale, Wilton, you're still so daring!"

With a gloomy smile, a deadwood staff appeared in the black-robed man's hand, and when the blue crystal on the head of the staff began to flicker, a blue magic circle formed under her feet, and at the same time, it also wrapped the ice corpse on the ground.

"Think of Alex, Wilton, it doesn't seem like Barov needs too many male heirs these days!"

As if a sculpture coldly watched the black-robed mage disappear into the teleportation array with the ice corpse under his feet, the black-armored knight silently pulled the reins, turned around and rushed out, and between the black shadows behind him, a large number of lost skeletons gathered into a filthy sea of undead, and wherever he passed, the power of death swept in, gradually forming a condensed whirlpool of dead air, and as far as the eye could see, the continuous whirlpool of dead air even covered the sky, dyeing the original azure blue into a dry gray.

"No, sir, please, I'm Lusen! I'm for Barov..."

No matter how the middle-aged man struggled and cried, the giant hand that was holding him did not hesitate at all, and the monster in front of him, which seemed to be composed of countless corpses stitched together, easily dragged him to a gray magic circle, and after bowing to a thin old man in gray armor next to the magic circle, the stitching troll threw the middle-aged man who was still crying into the magic circle.

"This is a gift! Come, accept the new life!

As soon as he landed, the middle-aged man trembled and crawled out, but before he could climb a few steps, a gray substance poked out of the magic circle, wrapped around one of the middle-aged man's feet and dragged him back into the magic circle, and then just when he wanted to scream again, more gray matter had already been entangled, and he was completely submerged in an instant, and there was no sound of swallowing.

"The host..."

The package of gray matter lasted for three or four minutes and then quickly dispersed, and the middle-aged man who leaked out lay there like a dead body, and after another three or four minutes, the middle-aged man slowly stood up, and his original malt-colored skin had turned into a cold and miserable white.

Lu Sen turned his neck and hands awkwardly, as if after reacquainting himself with every part of his body, he walked straight to the thin old man, knelt down on his knees, and said respectfully.

"The conversion was perfect!"

Just as the thin old man was staring at his "new" butler, an equally thin figure shook out beside him, the bone frame kept making a seeping clicking sound as he walked, wearing a black robe, the skeleton mage raised the staff in his hand and stood on tiptoe Lu Sen, who was still kneeling quietly in front of him, and after the two soul fires trembled slightly, he said lightly.

"So, it's time to start the real transformation?"

The thin old man's expression moved, staring at Lu Sen and his gaze shifted to the magic circle on the side, as an old courtier who had served him for nearly twenty years, he naturally knew that the other party, who originally did not have the slightest talent as a professional, now had a physical strength comparable to that of a third-order warrior, this kind of psychic transformation array could really be called a miracle.

"Oh, my lord, in order to form such a small conversion array, the entire resources of Barov have been poured in, and this must be counted as the resources that the young lady passed from Arashi..."

The skeleton mage tapped on the circle on the ground and continued.

"However, once the structure is successful, as long as the current concentration of death power can be maintained, the circle can continue to produce absolutely loyal warriors for you!"

"Andys..."

Noncommittal to the skull mage's congratulations, Alex Barov waved his hand, and a middle-aged woman was pulled out, this time with a ball of rags in her mouth, and she could only look at Alex with a whimper in horror, but then she was dragged by the stitching troll and thrown into the circle.

"Keep converting, let Illusia come to me!"

"Yes, my Lord Duke!"

"Father!"

Lifting the hood from his head, revealing a pale and stiff face, Illusia called out to the figure sitting behind the desk with her head bowed in thought, and then stood there silently.

"How long will it be before Terif's caravan returns..."

"News from three days ago, he just left Falling Hammer City!"

"Andes... It's okay!"

"Good..."

The conversation between the two was boring and jerky, not father and daughter at all but more like master and servant, and once Alex stopped talking, Illusia would fall into silence as well.

It seemed that after a long time, Alex finally came back to his senses from his contemplation again, and asked in a low voice with a slight fluctuation on his stiff face.

"That's good..." )