The unknown shadow hiding in the darkness gradually approached the three Argus, and the roar like the roar of a wild beast did not make Argus feel much horror, on the contrary, there was only a playful expression on his face.

"Oops, it looks like the master's guards don't intend to treat us kindly...... Yes, after all, we are unwelcome outsiders!"

After a brief immersion, ...... was not far away in the darkness, and a furry beast-like figure gradually emerged from behind the bookshelf, staring at Argus with his pale yellow eyes.

"It's ......" Connell, who has night vision, discovered the identity of the other party at the first time.

"Werewolves?" Poole muttered in the light of the soul fire, "how can there be werewolves here?" I remember rumored werewolves to haunt the central region of the empire......

"It's all rumors!" "Hey, laughing, Argus glanced at Connell with a smirk, and teased, "Hey, Connell, your countryman - you don't seem to be surprised!"

"Of course—how could I be surprised!" Connell whispered, looking blankly at the beast-looking creatures not far away, "I could already smell them before I even entered here!"

"Wow!" Argus said jokingly, shrugging his shoulders and looking at the nocturnal creatures, "I'm surprised - I didn't expect the werewolves that only appeared in the Alchemy Age to come across again and again, tsk, should I be thankful for my good fortune - well, these guys don't seem to be friendly, it looks like they want to play with us......"

"Seriously, Argus!" Glancing at Argus, Poole whispered, "You should feel this powerful dark force in the air...... Don't say I didn't warn you - in this dark power, I feel the smell of death!"

"Necromancer?" said Argus, who seemed to be a little more serious, casually looking around, in a somewhat mocking tone, "what a rude fellow—to send only some servants to receive guests, and the master is not going to show up?" he said, licking his lips and whispering, "In that case, I have to play with these miscellaneous soldiers!"

Hearing Argus compare the werewolves in front of him to a miscellaneous soldier, Connell subconsciously snorted coldly, and said half-reminded and half-mockingly, "What an arrogant tone, I really hope these guys can tear your mouth apart!"

"Oh, do you hope so? I guess you're disappointed!"

As soon as Argus finished speaking, the werewolves seemed to be unable to hold back after all, and roared and pounced.

"Hey, I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" sneered, Argus's feet suddenly opened a circle of darkness, the darkness was like a deep silence of the night, engulfing the only light around him, faintly, you can vaguely see more than a dozen dark aura like whip-like tentacles dancing back and forth, the werewolf who rushed to the front was just able to be rubbed by the breath, and then it was completely swept away, "boom" knocked down a row of bookshelves.

The rest of the werewolves seemed to be a little surprised, and the fierce attack suddenly slowed down, and the movements quickly shuttled between the various bookshelves, looking for the weak points of the prey, which surprised Argus, who had experienced the Werewolf Usher incident.

"Huh, these guys still know how to judge, they don't look like puppets......

"Watch their eyes!" interrupted Argus, and Connell whispered, "You'd better not compare these guys in front of you to the crappy works of Ivo Berwick......! A real werewolf!"

As he spoke, he heard a few thuds, and the werewolf who had been knocked away by Argus crawled out of the pile of magic books.

"Oh, is it?" said with a faint smile, Argus licking his lips and with a deep sense of confidence, "Let me see the power of the werewolf that terrified everyone in the Alchemy Age!"

"Roar!" seemed to respond to Argus's provocation, and a werewolf leaped out from behind a bookshelf at great speed, and before Argus could react, its claws reached the other's neck.

Caught it!

But ......, "Yo, can't a mighty werewolf kill a weak human?" said Argus, who was clawed by the werewolf's claws, teased, "give you three more seconds, take advantage of it...... Three, two, one, it's over!" As he spoke, the dark aura on his body suddenly condensed into the shape of a spear, piercing the werewolf's heart in an instant.

"What a pity!" Argus shook his head with a bit of pretentious regret, shrugged as he watched the werewolf in front of him fall limply, "it's not your time anymore!"

"Humph!" Glancing at Argus, Connell took a deep breath, and then, he suddenly disappeared in place, no, not disappearing, but his speed was too fast to catch it with his eyes.

"Boom!" A punch hit a moving werewolf, and Connell used his huge ** power to make the opponent force a big hole in the hard wall.

Also, after all, Gangaro, the most powerful Connell has ever seen, somewhere between a vampire and a werewolf, is far from being able to match these werewolves in terms of strength and speed.

Werewolf battles have always been about speed and strength, but in the confrontation between the two, Connell obviously has the upper hand, but in just a dozen seconds, he has solved the three werewolves, which is the level gap.

In fact, the strength of these werewolves is not weak, if it is against ordinary people, I am afraid that the other party will not even be able to catch their shadows, but in front of Connell and Argus, they are too weak...... It can be seen that these werewolves are fundamentally different from those of Asher, and after running into a wall in front of Connell and Argus, they immediately correct their prey, and all the attacks are directed at Poole.

But unfortunately, even this young necromancer was not something they could deal with, and under the blow of the two spiritual magic spells of [Soul Trembling] and [Death Cry], the werewolves, who were not very strong in the original magical resistance, suddenly appeared and rolled on the ground in pain.

"Soul Whip!" In an extremely short period of time, Poole cast a third psychic magic, and looking at his unremarkable face, he didn't seem to feel uncomfortable because of the simultaneous use of three spells, worthy of being the best of the young generation of necromancers.

"Cut! Is this the end of the game?" Holding out his hand to control a dark aura around the throat of a werewolf, Argus shrugged, shook his head regretfully, and then shook his right hand.

With a click, the dark aura easily snapped the werewolf's throat.

A full twenty-eight werewolves, if placed in the Alchemy Age, this power is enough to make a lord feel frightened, but now in front of the three Argus, it can't last even three minutes, and it is still when Argus and they have not fully used their full strength...... As he watched the last werewolf slowly collapse in front of him, Argus shrugged, shook his head, and said, "Hey, this is my first battle to regain all my strength - at least let me get rid of the serious injuries I got from the bastards in the Holy See? I've endured it for a long time......"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Connell frowned, tossing the werewolf corpse in his right hand, "If I'm not mistaken, these guys are just werewolves they bred with my blood - they're not what I'm looking for!"

"So it's an artifact of studying you," Argus shook his head with a smirk, and then frowned as if he had thought of something, "Wait......! These are werewolves bred with your blood?"

"yes, so what?" Connell asked, frowning at Argus.

"I want to ask, if it's your blood ......" Argus's voice suddenly stopped, because he saw the apparently dead werewolf in front of him suddenly move, and then stood up incredibly, looking at this strange phenomenon, Argus said with a wry smile, "It seems that I don't need to ask—hey, Connier, you should know, right? How do you kill a Gangero?"

Gangaro, that is a dark creature born of a werewolf's mutation after death, but in terms of strength, it is far superior to the latter, and has an immortal body, they can devour their souls to replenish their own life, and they are the highest life forms among the known dark creatures, but the problem is that not every werewolf can mutate and give birth to Gangaro after death...... "It seems that you are right, man, there are indeed people who use your blood to study immortality......" Looking at the werewolves who were standing up one after another, no, it was Gangaro, Argus licked his lips and whispered, "And this research has reached a certain stage......

Connell naturally understood what Argus meant, because he saw that one of the guys in Gangelo seemed to be looking at him with mocking eyes, which showed that the other party was not a puppet who had lost his soul or autonomy, even if he had been trapped in this dark basement as a guard for decades or centuries, and thus had forgotten the ability to speak, but they still had a life of wisdom and soul, which could not be compared to the ridiculous research of the crappy pharmacist of Ivo Berwick.

"This is trouble!" said the necromancer Poole, who had Argus and Connell in mind.

Indeed, if it was just a werewolf, even if it was dozens, hundreds, or even thousands, it would not be able to hurt the three people in front of them, but it was different for Gangero, whose incredible terrifying power was enough to deter a large number of people - even Argus, when they encountered dozens of Gangero, I am afraid it would take a lot of effort.

But luckily, they only encountered the newborn Gangero, not the Gangaro like Connell, who devoured tens of thousands of souls.

"It's a bit of fun!" a faint smile, Argus quickly made a few handprints on his chest with both hands, and then shouted, "Open!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a black light flash on his forehead, and then a hazy mist gradually emerged behind him, and the mist continued to absorb the dark power of Argus, and with each point absorbed, it swelled more and more, but in the blink of an eye, the mist had formed a strange-looking phantom.

This is a phantom with two heads, and it can be vaguely seen that "it" also has a pair of wings, but the whole phantom is very hazy, making it difficult to see, and the only thing that can be seen is the pair of pale red eyes that "it" slowly opens...... What a pair of experiences that were!

Out of curiosity or doubt, Connell glanced at it, just a glance, and his heart suddenly burst into a strong domination**, about money, power, status, women, or the whole world...... And along with this intense dominance**, there is also boundless fear...... This oppressive force ...... At least a demon king level demon! Is it a great demon in the abyss?

Argus is a guy who has made a pact with such a powerful demon...... Tut!

Feeling the powerful oppressive force coming from Argus, Connell couldn't help but secretly rejoice, if he didn't have 240,000 souls, he might have been killed by the man in front of him...... It's quite possible!

Don't look at Argus, he seems to be very easy to talk to, but his heart is very cold, even if it is a temporary alliance, Connell does not dare to take it lightly.

"Is this the demon that gives you power, Argus?" Strong negative emotions......" Gazing at the phantom behind Argus with consternation, but not daring to look directly into those terrible eyes, Poole said in shock, "It's unbelievable, I feel it...... Argus, what rank of archdemon is 'he'?"

"Rank?" said Argus, smirking evilly, "in the face of my master's mighty power, rank is just a joke, and my master is the only 'god' I recognize!"

"God, what are you kidding?!" Connell scoffed, "The guy who ran out of nowhere dares to call himself a god - I admit it's a very powerful force, but it's far from being a god!"

Glancing at Connell lightly, Argus shook his finger and said, word by word, "Is this how you feel - I have only shown a paltry amount of power, maybe one hundredth, maybe one thousandth - unfortunately, I am not a genius, and my mental power can only dominate these powers!"

One hundredth, one thousandth?

Not to mention Connell, even the necromancer Poole looked incredulous, you must know that the oppressive force coming from the current Argus is far more than the level of the great magician!

Look at those Gangeros, who don't have shocked and fearful eyes?

It's a super force!

"Roar!" Forced by the astonishing oppressive force of Argus, the Gangeros launched a frenzied offensive, nay, rather suicidal attack, because their attack could not have any effect on Argus - the phantom that gradually enveloped Argus was like a solid armor that could not be shattered no matter how wildly Gungro attacked.

On the contrary, countless dense lines of dark aura derived from the phantom like thin lines would make the other party let out a painful howl every time it penetrated Gangaro's body.

The position seemed to have changed, and the werewolf, who had been a hunter before, had instead become the prey of the phantom behind Argus after mutating into Gangaro, who had several times the amplitude of strength and speed.

The rumbling sound in his ears was accompanied by Gangaro's terrible howl one after another, and the seemingly fragile and fragile black silk could not only easily cut through the bookshelves in the room, but even Gangaro's body became as fragile as if it were defenseless in front of them.

As Poole secretly pained the magic books about necromancers stored in this room, the twenty-odd Gangaro kept dying and resurrecting: their bodies were easily cut into pieces of flesh by endless black silk and fell to the ground, and after turning into black blood to reshape their bodies, it was only a repetition of the pain they had endured.

The two dozen or so rumored fearsome Gangaros were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter in front of Argus, who had no room to fight back, and what was even more terrifying was that Argus had not yet used all his strength - it was only the dark power attached to him that attacked those Gangeros, and he himself did nothing.

Gangero was indeed much more difficult than the werewolves before him, and under the overwhelming power of Argus, those Gangero died and came back and forth, and it took more than half an hour to completely die.

During this period, Connier discovered one thing, that is, those black threads condensed by the dark aura of Argus's body, every time they came into contact with Gangero, they would absorb some of the dark power of the other party...... [Extraction]

Connell couldn't help but think of a little imp named Soth, with similar abilities, similar phantoms, and similar oppressive powers...... The imp ...... "Hey, hey!" Just as Connell frowned and remembered, Argus's voice suddenly came to his ears.

"It's over - it's the most powerful vampire in Gangaro, it's tough!"

Looking at the sloppy smile on Argus's face, Connell naturally understood what the other party meant, and said with a sneer, "If you want to see if you can kill me 240,000 times - you can try it!"

"No, no, no, how could I do anything to you, you are my companion, albeit temporarily......" Shaking his head repeatedly, Argus took a deep breath and made a few more handprints with his hands on his chest, and then the phantom behind him faded away after closing those terrible pale red eyes.

However, if you look closely, Argus is actually not a small burden, but he has maintained this maximum state for half an hour, and he himself has not used any magic, and a thin layer of sweat still oozes from his forehead.

This was the fundamental reason why Argus feared Connell, because he was not sure that he would be able to kill the most powerful man in history, Gangelo, 240,000 times...... After all, 240,000 lives are almost equivalent to eternal life!

Of course, if Argus could use more power, perhaps Connell would no longer be on an equal footing with Argus, after all, Connell was inferior to Argus in strength.

"Whew!" After Argus dispelled the phantom, Poole, who was no longer under endless oppression, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the dried corpses of Gangaro in the distance who had been consumed of soul power and had no breath, and Poole's heart couldn't help but struggle a little.

Because Argus once told him that he could make Poole have more power than the Great Magician, it is not difficult for Poole to guess in what way, it is nothing more than to swear allegiance to a certain great demon above the Demon King level like Argus, and sell his soul to gain great power.

And this way, Poole does not agree with in his heart, even if the necromancer is criticized by the dark mage, but they are still free, and they do not use a similar way of allegiance or sacrifice of their soul to make themselves more powerful.

But disagreeing or not, Poole still can't help but envy that unusually powerful force...... And at this moment, the room lit up a little blue light, and an old voice could be faintly heard.

"Get out of here, ignorant humans! this is not the place for you!"

"Yo! Master, can you finally stop talking?" Argus, who heard the voice, frowned and looked around, but unfortunately did not see any figures, and it seemed that the person who spoke was not here.

"Who is it?" asked Poole, who was also looking around, frowning.

"Ignorant human, you're not qualified to ask me questions," the old voice said in a deep voice, responding to Poole's question, "Get out of here - we don't want to be disturbed!"

"We?" Connell whispered, narrowing his eyes slightly, revealing a somewhat cruel look, "I'm sorry if I disturbed you - is Vlad hiding here?"

"I don't know what you're talking about - get out of here, or you'll face the sanction of death!" the old voice added a threat this time.

"Hey, that doesn't make sense!" Pointing in the direction of the faint blue light, Argus whispered to Connell, "Go see, hey—look what kind of guy this pretending to be is!"

"Hmm!" Connell nodded, and walked with Argus in the direction the light was coming from, while Poole behind them, his head bowed, seemed to think of something.

Sure enough, the voice came from far away.

Following the light, ignoring warning after warning, the Argus trio finally came to the room where the speaker was, after passing through room after room.

It was an incomparably large room, and it was no longer a magic book about a necromancer, but a wooden coffin, which at a rough glance seemed to be hundreds, and the patterns carved on it were obviously decades old.

And compared to these coffins, the speaker in front of Argus shocked them even more.

It turned out that it was not a man who spoke, but a huge crystal stone of dark blue, from which Argus saw the light emanating.

They also found that there were eight other smaller dark blue crystals in the room, but those eight crystals were so faint that Argus might not have been able to spot them if it weren't for the glow from the crystal in the center.

Incredibly, Argus and the others felt an unusual pressure from this huge, continuous and steady emitting magical ripples.

"Foolish people, you will pay for your ignorance and curiosity!"

The crystal stone trembled slightly, it seemed to be angry?

But how could the crystal stone speak?

Wait a minute...... There seems to be something in this crystal...... A white figure that looked like a tulle haze...... Geist?

No!

The geist doesn't have that faintly visible skeleton!

This is...... Staring at the crystal stone, the surprise in Poole's eyes became stronger and stronger, and then he lost his mind and shouted.

"Lich?!"

(To be continued)