At three o'clock in the morning, Xianzhi City at night was full of undercurrents.

After more than two months of development and changes, the plague has spread to the aristocratic district in the city, and on both sides of the torch-lit street, you can hear such a voice from time to time, "Let me go, I'm Viscount XX!"

"Give you the gold coins, this box of gold coins will be given to you, don't spread the news that I'm a plague patient, okay?"

But no matter what the petty nobles called, the army mercilessly stormed their estates, took the plague patients, killed them, and threw them into the morgues that had spread to the aristocratic quarters...... The disaster has reached the petty nobles!

In the midst of this chaos, the Third Avenue of the aristocratic district, the Diplomatic Mansion.

"Whew, whew!"

Molière stood in front of the window, the nails of his hands clutching the window eyebrows were already white, he looked at a row of aristocratic morgues not far away, and gasped heavily, "Warriors, your lives will not be lost in vain, I, Molière, will avenge you!"

The Templars who were killed in the Thorn Incident were lying in these noble morgues!

"Knight, you need to rest!"

The four silver knights who could still stand up stood behind Molière and said worriedly.

"Get out!" Molière grabbed a pot of lilacs from the windowsill and slammed it on the head of a silver knight, he turned his head and said fiercely, "I don't need to rest, give me pen and paper, I want to write a letter for help, I want to call the army to destroy the Reims Empire!"

Is this still the same elegant knight chief?

The silver knights sighed secretly, after breaking into the palace, Molière's mood was a little wrong, and after a series of drastic changes, and a vicious fight, he seemed to have become a complete madman, not only beating away the doctor who treated him, but also beating his colleagues!

"Knight, we haven't completely failed yet!" said the Silver Knight cautiously, "at least...... The Sonic Soul Crown is still in our hands!"

"Sonic Soul Crown, haha!"

Molière took out the sonic soul crown in his breastplate, grabbed it in his hand and shook it, "For this thing, I lost four silver knights and one hundred and seventeen bronze knights...... More than 100 people, how do I want to explain the three palm prints!?"

"Hell, sonic soul crown!"

was so excited that Molière was about to smash the totem treasure in his hand!

But as soon as he raised his hand, a gust of wind blew in along the window, woo, woo, like a ghost screaming in the middle of the night, and like a ghost passing through the street...... "Good sonic soul crown, why do you want to smash it? You don't want it, just give it to me!"

An eerie skull slammed out the window!

"Hiss!" Molière's frightened scalp exploded! But after all, he was a well-informed golden knight, and the Thunder Light Cross Sword suddenly struck, "It's a necromancer totem, warriors who can still stand up, all assemble!"

Rumble!

The remaining thirty or so knights smashed through the wall and rushed to Molière's side.

But the necromantic totem landed in the courtyard unhurriedly, allowing Molière and others to surround him.

The whole body is covered by white bone armor, a pair of huge white bone wings behind his back, his hands are slightly raised, and six slender and sharp white bone poison blades stretch out between his fingers, the pressure brought by this necromantic totem alone is like thousands of unjust souls laughing fiercely in front of Molière!

This terrible voice made the bodies of several wounded bronze knights tremble, and then they looked at Molière pleadingly, "Knight Chief, most of the brothers are wounded, they can't fight anymore, it's better to ......"

"What are you afraid of!" Molière roared: "Look at the top of his head, that's the totem crown, this person is just a mid-grade necromantic totemist, and we still have more than thirty people, enough to kill him!"

But the necromantic totem smiled faintly, "A lot of people is not necessarily useful, don't believe it, let's give it a try?"

"Scared you can't do it!?" a bronze knight rushed over, and the knight's sword in his hand was raised high.

But I saw that the necromantic totem raised a finger, a little white mang, snap, after he clicked his fingers, the white mang shattered, the white bones came out, and a festering [***] corpse suddenly drilled out of the ground, and suddenly hugged the knight's waist.

This corpse bites off the knight's neck!

"Does anyone else want to give it a try?" the Necromantic Totem said lightly, "This is the Necromantic Paradise, Xianzhi City! There are millions of corpses nearby for me to summon, Molière, I'll give you one last chance to hand over the Sonic Soul Crown!"

Molière gasped heavily, then burst into a wild laugh, "If you want the Sonic Soul Crown, after reincarnation, the Knights Templar, for the glory of the Nature Society...... Charge!"

"For the glory of the Nature Society!"

More than thirty knights formed a neat conical charging formation and rushed over.

"Well, you're really looking for death......"

The white bone wings were raised, and the necromantic totem slowly rose into the air, his hands were sealed, and his voice was like that of the demon god of hell, "In my name, the halo is the guide, so that the white bone souls can listen to it...... Great Necromancy, Three Thousand Necromancy!"

Poof!

With this incantation, a dense bag of earth bulged on the ground, and a corpse came out of one of the dirt bags, some with severed heads, some with rotten intestines, and even more with no skin, only white bones...... The Knights have been drowned by an untold sea of death!

Molière's face was no longer bloody, and suddenly, he grabbed a silver knight who wanted to die, and gasped: "I'll help you break off, you immediately go to the post house guard for help!"

"What did you say?" the silver knight was looking at the ocean of death stupidly, but he didn't hear clearly.

"Bastard, are you deaf?" Molière split a corpse and yelled: "We are still the state guests of Reims, understand, the Reims Empire can't let us die at the hands of the Necromantic Totem, go for help immediately, let the army of the garrison come to save us!"

The Silver Knight snapped to his senses, turned and ran.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw that the corpse that had been split in two by Molière suddenly stood up, and pounced on Molière again...... Fighting the Necromantic Totem in Necromantic Heaven is nothing short of fucking looking for death!

...... Whew, whew!

The Silver Knight ran to the garrison and kicked the door open, "The Templar Order has been attacked by the Necromantic Totem, send reinforcements immediately!"

The house was empty!

The Silver Knight was stunned, and his eyes wandered, and he saw a table shaking for no apparent reason.

"Coward, get out of here!" the silver knight knocked over the table and grabbed the diplomat hiding below, "I don't care who you are, what method is used, if you don't send reinforcements within a minute, I'll kill you!"

"Noble warriors, I have seen what has happened to you, but ...... Even if you kill me, I won't be able to call for reinforcements!"

The diplomat's lips turned purple with fright, and he cried: "Two hours ago, His Majesty took over the Praetorian Guard and called all the elite troops into the palace to give lectures......"

"The elite is not there, what about the ordinary soldiers? Are there no ordinary soldiers nearby?"

"Yes, yes, but...... They are all plague prevention and control troops, without the order of His Majesty and the military department, I will not move them!"

The silver knight buzzed in his head, and asked in a trembling voice, "Then do you have any other armed forces here!?

"Others," asked the diplomat, weakly pushing open a small window, "do you think they're okay?"

More than a dozen old, sick and disabled people were hiding in the trees in the backyard, shivering, and at least more than half of them were peeing their pants............ Molière struggled to support himself in the sea of necromancy, and his heart was broken as he watched one Templar after another drown in corpses, "Why haven't the reinforcements come yet!?"

"Array, charge!"

At this moment, Molière heard a voice from outside the courtyard, and his spirits perked, but he looked back...... "No!"

Molière yelled in despair, for it was not reinforcements that had arrived, but the remaining forty or so seriously wounded Templars!

The robes are fighting bloodily, how can these knights recuperate from their injuries in the hospital bed, they are the purest knights, and they believe in the principle that knights should die on the battlefield!

But...... If all these last knights die here, will I still have the face to return to the Nature Society?

"Please, go back, go back!" Molière almost fell to his knees!

But this did not stop the generous pace of the knights, "Knight Chief, your warriors, there is no one who is afraid of death!"

"Roar!"

Seeing that the Knights were about to be wiped out, Molière let out a roar of undead humans, "Humble necromantic bastard, you die with me!" As he spoke, he flew into the air, his hands raised high, and a strong air flow actually guided the thunderstorm clouds in all directions!

Crackle!

All the thunder in the clouds converged on Molière's head, just like the fourth blue-purple moon appeared on the continent!

"Want to work hard? Hmm, I'll accompany you!"

The necromantic totem also raised his hands, but the power he summoned came from the ground! I saw that the corpses that were fighting suddenly trembled, and countless silver-white smooth bodies broke out, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into a huge silver-white halo on the head of the necromantic totem!

Great Necromancy, Three Thousand White Bone Techniques!

Seeing this move, Molière didn't have time to stop, and pushed a huge thunder light group to kill him, but he also realized in an instant: I have seen this move, although it was covered by golden light at that time, but I will never be mistaken, this is the move that Roddy made to Tariq!

So what is the identity of this necromantic totem...... Rumble!

The two forces, one purple and one white, collided together, and the brilliance shone on Xianzhi City. Molière only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he spurted blood, "It's you......"

Molière wanted to tell the identity of the enemy, but the necromantic totem had already pressed a finger to the back of his head, his eyes were dim, and he could only smile bitterly in his heart and say, "Roddy, it's you!"

Jiangnan took away the sonic soul crown and laughed at Molière's fall!

(To be continued)