Chapter 100: There are ghosts in the knife (three more ask for votes, ask for collection!)

The necromancer let out a terrible howl, "Ahhh......h

The half-meter-long Broken Meteorite Knife slashed right at his wrist, the Broken Knife restrained all ghostly creatures, how could a weak magician withstand, his withered wrist was broken by the roots, and the fat crow bird "Wood" really looked at it, flapped its wings from Lear's shoulder, and took the severed dry hand in his mouth and walked away.

In that withered hand there was a sheepskin scroll inlaid with gold and silver!

Under Lear's influence, "Wood" also becomes extremely greedy for money, and the five storage rings on his severed hand that shimmer with strange brilliance arouse his great interest.

A look of horror flashed in the Necromancer's eyes as he saw the ugly black stone knife light up and cling to his severed wrist, grunting and devouring the magic he had worked so hard to build!

Hell, a broken knife actually devoured necromantic mana! Eltris felt the necromantic mana in his whole body boiling like a boiling pot, gushing out like a tide along the severed hand.

Necromantic magic was obtained by his own hard work, I don't know how many necromantic spirits he had collected, and he was hunted down by the Magicians' Guild, the Temple of Light, and the secular royal power, but this broken blade was actually stuck to it and swallowed wildly, and he couldn't shake it off.

Lear also has a bitter word, and the Broken Knife seems to be out of his control and becomes a bottomless pit. Streams of extremely violent energy roared in the blade body, and in an instant, it was transformed into spiritual power, stabbing at the cyclone in his sea of consciousness like a sharp golden needle, as if to pierce his gray aura vortex.

It was as if there was a desolate monster awakened in the Broken Knife, and it controlled the golden needle condensed by spiritual power, wreaking havoc in his sea of consciousness!

"Ahh Ertris has fought hundreds of battles in his life, and he has never encountered such a treacherous thing, and he has suffered a big loss for no reason under the carelessness of the enemy!

"Bang!" In the shocked gaze of everyone, the necromancer's severed arm turned to dust, fluttering and falling, and a breeze blew without a trace.

"Roar!" the necromancer screamed, breaking an arm and hurting his vitality, and in just a moment, more than half of the necromantic qi in his body was consumed!

Strange spells erupted from his mouth, and the earthquake trembled even more violently, and a monster struggled to tear open a huge crack in the ground, revealing an ugly and vicious head......

The Shattering Knife instantly sucked the necromancer's severed arm into dust, and the extremely sharp spiritual power became even sharper, piercing through the cyclone restraints in Lear's sea of consciousness, making a rattling noise, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed left and right in his sea of consciousness, raging.

"Damn, what is this?" Lear was shocked, he didn't know that there was an unknown murderous creature hidden in the Shattered Knife. His mind was wild, and he commanded all his spiritual power to surround that strange energy.

"Boom!" "Six Desires Pure Fire" Six different colors of light and flames shined, spreading to the different energy, this is Lear's killer weapon, "Samadhi True Fire" is the best way to deal with all evil things, although his "Samadhi True Fire" is only refined into the first "Nine Separation Essence Fire", but this "Nine Separation Essence Fire" is transformed by the different fire between heaven and earth, and the power is more than a step greater than the first layer of ordinary Samadhi True Fire.

That alien energy seemed to be very afraid of the "Six Desires Pure Fire" and hurriedly scattered and escaped, but Lear couldn't let it escape and let some unknown things live in his body.

He couldn't take care of it anymore, and mobilized his whole body's spiritual power to chase and intercept it, and the six-colored flames behind him followed one after another, wrapping the free xenomorph energy one by one and slowly refining it.

The slow energy loss absorbed the necromantic power of only one arm of the necromancer, and lost the help of external forces, and was gradually surrounded by spiritual power.

At this moment, the palace square was already in chaos, the Janissaries of the brigade were desperately attacking the Imperial Guards, and fierce battles broke out between the Praetorian Guards from time to time, and the private guards of all forces hidden in the civilian crowd also took out their weapons and joined the battle group, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Groups of skeleton soldiers and necromantic knights rushed into the crowd wielding bone knives and bone guns, these necromancers have no life at all, and they are not afraid of the so-called death, often a soldier has just cut off the head of a skeleton, and is inserted into the chest by the headless skeleton wielding a bone knife!

And this soldier just fell, and after a while, he staggered to his feet, and the flesh and blood of his whole body turned into black gas little by little, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a new skeleton soldier, picking up the knives and guns on the ground and joining the melee!

"Skeleton Slaughter City"! Necromancy Forbidden Spell Magic! If no one stops it, Ertris can turn Byzantine Yanjing, a million-inhabited city, into a dead city!

"Necromantic Sovereign! Damn necromancer, he actually used two forbidden spell-level magic in succession!" the president of the Wizards' Guild and the archbishop of the Temple of Light cursed in unison. At this point, the two high-level magicians who were holding each other back had to join forces temporarily.

The Temple of Light cooperates with the Great Prince to compete for the diocese and the believers, if the necromancer turns Yanjing into a dead place, and all the inhabitants become undead skeletons, then they will go to believe in the Dark Temple, and they are still fighting for a fart.

The red-robed archbishop glared fiercely at the eldest prince who was fighting, and shouted, "The temple belongs, release the Holy Power of Light!" Suddenly, the priests and knights of the Temple of Light knelt down on one knee and muttered prayers, and a white holy light diffused.

"The Lord said that there would be light, and so there was ......light," Paul Gould recited the incantation aloud, and a bright white color suddenly appeared in the sky, which instantly pierced through the space and shot into the human body of the Temple of Light, and instantly the light burst into the light. A spherical white dome envelops the main square of the palace, including the palace!

The Temple of Light actually allowed the cannibalism shrouded in the Shroud of Light without harming the necromantic skeletons inside the shroud! The sinister intentions of the Temple of Light were staggering.

"Damn, a raccoon dog!" the chairman of the Venerable Magician Guild couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, and he sneered: "Do you Light Temple want to wipe us out? Hehe, bullying me won't ban magic!"

The old white-robed magician was furious and muttered an obscure spell, while the surrounding magicians immediately chanted a magic spell when they saw the chairman of the guild making a move, and they held up the magic shield while instantly emitting small spells, so that more magicians could cast large spells to win time to chant spells.

(The third update arrived, just coded out of the freshly baked, wood's eyes straightened, his expression was sluggish, staring at the computer blankly, muttering nervously, tickets, collections...... Chapter 100, it's a memorial meaning, brothers!)