As the evening sun set, the battle of Reox did not stop in the slightest.

The necromancers were a little moved by the flame lord summoned by the old dean, after all, the volume of the mimetic beast was directly proportional to the consumption of mana, and the five elders of the necromancer only summoned the original immortal king from the realm of death, from this point of view, the old dean was indeed very disadvantaged, but in fact, it didn't seem to be the case.

It is not uncommon for summoned creatures to disobey the orders of their summoners, after all, some higher creatures have intelligence similar to that of humans, and humans are not yet the masters of the world.

In front of the bones of Edmund Pankhurst, one of the thirteen immortal kings of the Realm of Death, even the elders of the necromancers had to bow their heads and speak in a low voice.

"Honorable Immortal King, we need your help!"

"Huh?" the crowned Immortal King said with some cunning as he stared at the roaring Flame Lord with interest, "It seems like you're in a big trouble, but ...... Why should I help you?

As if he understood the meaning of the Immortal King's words, Elder Burris whispered, "Please believe that we will give you enough compensation afterwards!"

"Hahaha!" the Immortal King laughed wildly, which made the huge scar in his right eye look a little hideous, and after laughing for a while, he suddenly stopped and said in a humming voice, "Ten thousand pure souls!"

"Ten thousand copies" Elder Burris was stunned, and the expressions of the other four elders were also a little embarrassed, obviously, the Immortal King was planning to take advantage of the fire to rob.

Immortal shook his thick skeletal claws and laughed wildly, "Yes, ten thousand copies! Isn't it easy for you necromancers to ingest souls and purify soul......s?

"But...... Ten thousand is too much...... Elder Burris frowned and shook his head.

"What?!" the Immortal King's eyes burned with a thick green soul fire, and he lowered his voice and said, "Are you going to mock the Great Immortal King? Break the contract? I swear that if you don't pay, you won't be able to get my friendship anymore......"

Faced with the threat of the Immortal King, Elder Boris shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "Of course not!—we don't want to offend you, Honorable Immortal King, I just want to reduce some of the expensive rewards, if not, I have to ask the other kings for help......"

"Are you threatening me?!" The death power on the Immortal King's body suddenly skyrocketed, the dark green flame on his body had incredible power, anything that touched it, it would be extinguished in an instant, after glaring at Elder Boris angrily, the soul fire in the Immortal King's eyes finally faded slightly, and after a moment of silence, he mocked, "Five thousand copies! This is the minimum! Satisfied, right? Cunning human!"

Elder Burris finally smiled faintly and whispered, "Thank you for your leniency!—I'm sure we can do it." ”

"Hmph!" the Immortal King snorted coldly, and then, his gaze fell on the professors of the academy and hissed, "Kill them, skeleton soldiers!"

As soon as the words fell, an army of skeletons poured out of the Gate of Decay like a tidal wave, and rushed frantically towards the professors of the academy.

At the same time, the old dean pointed at the Flame Lord with his wand in his hand, and shouted in a deep voice, "Fight, everyone, for the glory of Heliox!"

Beside him, Father Andrew had also finished praying, and a cloud of milky white energy poured out of him, tumbling and getting bigger and bigger, and then formed a huge white figure, [Power Angel - Pavas], the powerful Pavas, with the physique of the Immortal King and the Flame Lord, and his spear, sword and posture in his hand were even more terrifying.

Black magic, white magic, necromancy, astrology, all kinds of simple and not dazzling, but with great destructive power, once again wreak havoc on the land.

On the other hand, Professor Manhet, following the strategy he had previously discussed with the old dean, quietly left the castle with the students of the academy through the back door of the castle when the battle began.

Seeing such a magnificent battle scene for the first time, even the senior students of Reox Academy were speechless, they held their breath and made a detour from the path of the academy towards the gate, although they were very worried about the safety of the professors, but they also understood that that level of battle was far from what they could participate in now.

"Let's go, kids!" Noticing that the attention of the necromancers was being attracted by the professors of the academy, Manhet and a dozen professors left the path with the dozens of students who remained in the academy, of course, those necromancers were not unnoticed, first, maybe they didn't bother to make a move on a group of imps, and second, maybe they didn't need to do anything at all...... The way out was not all smooth sailing, after all, the necromancers were overwhelmingly numerous, and when Professor Manhutt arrived at the school gate with his students, there were already six necromancers waiting quietly.

Looking at the group of children with frightened expressions, one of the necromancers reached out and pointed at Professor Manhet and said in a deep voice, "The imps can leave, but you must stay!"

Professor Manhet was surprised that the other party would say this, but out of concern about the notoriety of the necromancer, he didn't believe what the other party said, as the person in charge of escorting the students of the academy away safely, Professor Manhet had to watch these children step into the carriage back to his family to be reassured.

Before he could speak, one of the professors in the team sneered and said, "What is this? Necromancer's promise? Laughing at the dead!"

"Tsk!" the necromancer who spoke snorted coldly, raised his right hand holding his wand, and said coldly, "Then let me die here all as a price for insult!" As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and a row of bone spurs shot like sharp arrows at the opposite crowd, even if there were teenage imps among the other party, he didn't seem to show mercy.

"Damn!" this unnamed approach caused the indignation of several professors in the team, and after holding up a protective shield, they shouted to Professor Manhet, "Professor Manhet, leave it to us here!"

"Fernie, Gary, you ......"

"Hurry up!" said the professor named Gary in the heat of the battle, "we don't guarantee how long we can hold out, you better take the children as far as we fall...... Oh, shit!" he said, casting a flash of magic and disappearing in place.

Glancing deeply at the professors in the battle, Manhet performed a magician's etiquette with a serious expression, then turned his head and said to the children, "Children, let's go!"

"Gary teaches them ......"

"Let's go!" Professor Manhet interrupted the children with an almost low voice, his mood seemed to be very unstable, after all, the professors of the academy with great strength were fighting fiercely with a large number of necromancers around the old dean at the moment, and they had the responsibility to win enough time for the students of the academy to leave, and the people who were responsible for escorting the children away were some professors with slightly weaker personal strength, if they chose to stay, they might lose the chance to leave safely...... But this happened again and again on the way out, and for the sake of their students, the professors of Reox willingly took the initiative to stand in front of the necromancer, not only for the dignity of being a magician, but also for the responsibility and obligation of being a professor.

Finally, when they came to the magic street outside the academy, there was only one professor left in the team, Professor Manhet, but the necromancers who stayed in Vandor City in order to control the situation found them at the first time, and the number was about a dozen, although this may be the last group of necromancers, but this number was obviously not something that Professor Manhet could deal with alone...... "It's troublesome...... "It's troublesome" Professor Manhet muttered uneasily.

At the same time, on the towering bell tower next to Enchanted Street, Agasto looked down the street with his chin and teased, "Hey, Poole, those cute imps have escape......d!

"Hmph!" Seeming to understand the faint taunt in Argus's words, Poole said in a deep voice with a bit of dissatisfaction, "You mean to say that we necromancers are all unnamed guys?

"Oh, no, no," Argus explained, smiling and shaking his head, "not like that, my dear companion, I'm just a little surprised, yes, just ......surprised," he said, as if he had seen something, and muttered with some interest, "Huh, those little imps are in there, too?"

"Those imps?" Poole was stunned, looking down in confusion, he didn't know exactly what Argus was referring to, in the crowd below, he only remembered a little guy named South...... "Go and say hello!" As if he was about to play a prank, Argus's face showed a somewhat habitual playful smile.

"Huh?" the necromancer Poole didn't seem to hear clearly, and subconsciously asked, "What?" As soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned to see Argus stand up and jump from the bell tower.

And in the street below, Professor Manhet is leading a group of students from the academy to have a stalemate with the necromancer opposite, maybe this is a bit ridiculous, after all, the Reochs Academy side does not have the qualifications for a stalemate at all, but those necromancers simply disdain to do it, maybe these necromancers who stayed in Vandor are just responsible for intercepting everyone here.

"Professor Manhet......" looked at the necromancer across from him, who was covered in a gray cloak, and an older student muttered, and then, as if he had made a decision, he stood in front of the group with fear and trembling, but then he was stopped by Manhet reaching out.

As if reading through the student's thoughts, Professor Mancht shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Stand back, Madele!—you're still young!" he patted the student on the shoulder, smiled, and said, "You're an excellent student in the upper grades, so ...... Leave here with your younger siblings, please!"

His smile was a little strange, perhaps as the director, Professor Manhet was used to his usual seriousness, which made his smile a little nondescript.

"Professor......" The student named Madrid Column opened his mouth and nodded silently.

Professor Manhutt took a deep breath, clutched his wand and stepped forward, just as he was about to say something when there was a thud on the side of the street.

Professor Manhet turned his head to look at it, only to see a man in a long black coat looking at this place with a smile, clapping his palms in approval, "Wow, wow, what a touching scene!"

"Who are you?" Manhet stared at the other man suspiciously, and suddenly, as if he remembered something, he said in a voice with a deep consternation, "Argus...... You're Argus Bart Cranfield?!"

"Oh, am I that famous?" said Argus, smiling unremittingly.

"What do you want to do?" Professor Manhet subconsciously shielded the student behind him, and asked in a deep voice, perhaps, even the dozen or so necromancers on the other side had doubts about Argus's appearance.

"Argus, what are you doing here? I don't remember that we needed your help!" said a necromancer in a bad tone.

"Oops, I've been misunderstood!" Argus said with a smile as he took two steps back and jokingly said, "Guys, don't get excited, I just want to come down and say hello, nothing else is interesting......" he said, his gaze swept over the children's ranks, and he smiled at the stunned Allen, Lavia, Dia, Lisa, and others, "Hey, little ghosts!—we're meeting again!" What a mess, Soth!"

"Argus!" Seeing Argus looking at him with his head tilted slightly, Soth frowned, showing a little dissatisfaction, and was about to speak, when suddenly, his hand was grasped by Dia, who looked at Soth for the first time with pleading eyes and shook her head, and begged in a low voice that only the two of them could hear, "Don't ...... No, South!" She knew the boy's name too well, and of course she knew that the boy had a strong sense of self-esteem under his seemingly careless appearance, and that the most important thing for her was that the two of them could get out of here safely, and there was no reason to anger the terrible fellow.

Looking into Dia's eyes, Soth was silent.

And Argus obviously also saw Dia's small movements, his eyes showed a little confused and recalled, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a faint smile, which was completely different from his usual smile, but when he came back to his senses, the smile on the corner of his mouth instantly retracted, looked at Soth and Dia, shrugged and said, "Tsk, boring!--I thought it would be a little more interesting, it disappointed me so much!"

Scanning back and forth between Argus and Soth with suspicious eyes, Professor Manhert couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, of course, he also knew that now was not the time to ask students questions, only to see him raise his wand and say to the dozen necromancers, "Please let these children leave completely!"

The necromancers subconsciously looked at Argus, because from the conversation just now, they knew that this terrible man seemed to have a good relationship with a few imps, although they thought they were not afraid of this man, but subconsciously, there was a voice in the dark that kept warning them: don't anger him, don't anger this guy!

Seeing that the eyes of the two people were focused on him, Argus pretended to be embarrassed and scratched his hair, and said with a smile, "Don't ask me, I'm just here to say ......hello," he said, he retreated to a plate on the street, sat on a wooden barrel, took an unknown fruit from his bosom with his right hand, took a bite and said with a smile, "Just let me not exist, everyone!"

"What the hell is this guy thinking!" Poole on the top of the bell tower gritted his teeth and cursed, frowned and glanced at the height of the bell tower, thought about it, and decided to go down the stairs, and as he passed, Connell, who had been standing against the wall with his arms crossed, opened his closed eyes and jumped down the bell tower with a slight leap.

"Hey, damn it, all of them!" Poole grumbled dissatisfiedly.

And in the streets below, the necromancers looked at Argus who was biting the fruit, and finally, one of the necromancers raised his wand, shook his head and said, "No, we have been ordered not to let anyone go!

Also, after all, the less people know about this matter, the better, in case some people know something from these little ghosts, and then guess something, for the overall situation, this is obviously not good, as the vice president of the Royal Society of Magic, Jerry Belfort is ashamed to cooperate with the necromancer, and the necromancer also does not want others to know that his side is using the power of a small group of dark magicians.

However, the use of magic to forcibly erase a person's memories can cause immeasurable damage to the person's soul power, and coupled with the reputation of necromancers, Professor Manhet does not believe the other party's words.

At this moment, a figure jumped from the sky, and in Argus's surprised eyes, the figure said in a deep voice, "Let them go!"

Looking at the familiar figure, Lavia shouted in disbelief, "Let?!"

The werewolf didn't seem to dare to look at Lavia, turned his head to stare at the dozen necromancers, and said again, "Let them go!"

The leading necromancer glanced at Argus, shrugged his shoulders and looked like he didn't care about himself, so he shook his head and said, "Can't do it!"

Seeing a black wind blowing, Connell came to the necromancer with extremely fast speed, pinched the opponent's throat with his right hand, forcibly lifted the opponent up, stared at the bloodshot eyes, and repeated word by word, "Let them go!"

Suddenly, a cyan skeleton punched Connell in the abdomen, and grabbed his arms and threw him out.

With such tremendous force that Connell's muscular body slammed into the wall on the side of the street.

"Argus," a necromancer walked out, looking at Argus and whispering, "you have indulged your men to attack us......"

"Whew!" Argus said with a playful shake of his head, "if that guy were my subordinate, a lot of things would be very simple!" he said, eating the rest of the flesh from the fruit, and said slowly, "By the way, did your mother tell you that it would be very unwise to provoke a werewolf, and a werewolf with great power?"

Before the necromancer could comprehend, a tremendous force slammed into his face, and with a thud, the necromancer smashed the wooden door of a shop and lay dying in a pile of broken wooden planks, red blood flowing down his face.

And in his original position, the intact Connell was pinching the throat bone of the cyan skeleton, and said viciously, "You were the guy who hit me just now, right? No wonder I don't feel anything! Let me teach you, fist, it's like this!" As he spoke, he slammed his right hand into the skeleton's ribs, only to hear a thud, and the cyan skeleton exploded in this powerful force.

"Argus!" the necromancer present looked at Argus with angry eyes.

"Oh, hey, he's not my subordinate," sighed helplessly, and Argus casually tossed the pits aside, shook his hand at Connell, and said with a smile, "Don't go overboard!"

"Bastard!" a necromancer could no longer control his anger and muttered, "Kill this damn wolf!—kill everyone!"

"Hey, everyone shouldn't include me, right?" said Argus, who was sitting on the barrel, grinning.

The serious injury of one of his companions angered the other necromancers, and they attacked one after another, and the sharp bone spear and the terrifying bone soul were unleashed in a very short period of time, although it was obviously insignificant for Connell, but for the students of Reox, it was absolutely fatal!

Although Professor Manhet's strength is not weak, he has no time to protect so many children at the same time!

Just as the spears and souls were about to hit the children, a scarlet storm hung over the field, thick as bright red blood.

As the necromancers frowned, the scarlet storm faded away, revealing a figure...... "Ulrik?" Dia shouted in surprise.

"I can't ......stand it," the always docile Ulrik stared at the necromancers, and said in a deep voice, "What you do makes me unbearable!" As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and pointed at a necromancer, and then squeezed it violently, only to hear a scream of pain, and the necromancer was strangely floating in the air, as if he was struggling with some great pain.

"Phew!"

In the shocked eyes of everyone, including Argus, the necromancer's whole body burst with a trace of bright red liquid, and then his struggles became more and more sluggish, and finally, his limbs stiffened and moved.

"Hey......" Argus' eyes became serious, and he frowned at Ulrik and the dense red threads that floated around his body like cobwebs, which, if you guessed correctly, were human blood, from the necromancer.

In other words, Ulrik drained the blood from the opponent's body in an instant...... "What did you bastard do?!" a necromancer roared angrily, only to see the wand in his hand bloom with a strange green glow, and then, a spur of bone shot out, no less fast than a crossbow arrow.

However, Ulrike didn't make any action about it, and the moment the bone spurs shot at him, the blood floating around him gathered together at an extremely fast speed, forming a blood barrier, and after blocking those bone spurs, he saw Ulrike wave his right hand, and those blood turned into blood arrows in an instant, whizzing towards the other party.

"Is this a vampire?" Argus muttered to himself as he watched Ulrique's movements, and after comparing Connell, the corners of his mouth showed some interest.

This guy and Connell are different types of vampires...... Interesting!

"Stop, let!" Argus called out to the werewolf, as he found that Ulrik seemed to be no less powerful than Connear, and if his own indulgence caused that strange vampire to kill all the necromancers here, not to mention his fragile relationship with the necromancers, even his companion Poole would be upset by it.

In fact, there was no need for Argus to speak, Connell had stopped attacking the necromancer, and was looking at Ulrike with incredulous eyes, and from the other party, he felt the familiarity that had appeared before.

"I don't want to fight......" as if to endure something, Ulrik kept muttering to himself, but his movements were not delayed by half a minute, he can freely control his blood, he is a deadly killer for any living being, in the face of his strength, those necromancers have almost no room to fight back, either drained of their blood, or pierced through their bodies by sharp blood arrows.

"Is this Ulrik?" Alan rubbed his eyes in disbelief, he couldn't believe that the necromancer in front of him couldn't hold his head up, was the incompetent vampire who lived on them to eat and drink, and was full of divine will...... I remember that he made fun of Ulrik for not even having the most basic bloodsucking skills as a vampire...... Even Soth, who had known early on that this guy had terrifying powers, couldn't help but be moved.

is also a vampire, Ulrike doesn't seem to have the same powerful ** power as Connell, but he can freely control his blood, which is already beyond the ability of ordinary vampires...... At this moment, Dia suddenly saw a slender bone spear shooting at Ulrik at an alarming speed, and hurriedly reminded loudly, "Be careful, Ulrique!"

However, before she could finish speaking, the bone spear had already pierced Ulrik's body, and before the blood could protect its owner in time...... "Yo!

"Hmph!" Poole glared at Argus hatefully, frowning with a little dissatisfaction, "Argus, you just watched this guy kill my countrymen?"

"Oops," Argus said, scratching his head and shrugging his shoulders, "I said it at the beginning, I don't intervene in the fight, just as a spectator ......" he said, his eyes looked at Ulrike, licked his lips and said, "I didn't expect that in addition to Jean, there is a vampire with forbidden powers in the world......"

Forbidden power?Poole was stunned, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Ulrik, because the forbidden power generally refers to the ability to be immortal...... "How is it possible!" Poole frowned deeply, and as soon as he raised his hand, a row of bone spears shot out.

"Ulrik!" In Dia's unbearable and uncomfortable cry, Ulrik's whole body was pierced with bone spears, but in the next second, his body suddenly turned into blood and dispersed to the ground, and in the incredible eyes of everyone, the tumbling blood reshaped his body again.

Urri, who had reshaped his body again, was not familiar to Soth, it could be said that it was already a body beyond the scope of a human, his body was made up of dark red blood, and what was even more strange was that he actually had a pair of bat-like blood wings, which looked even more terrifying than that of a necromancer.

"Hey, what's going on with that body?" said Argus, smiling, but looking at him with a very serious look.

"Whoosh!" several bone spears shot at Ulrik, after all, the necromancers weren't idle.

But surprisingly, Ulrik didn't make any moves, perhaps, because he didn't need to make any defensive moves at all.

As everyone expected, the bone spear eventually pierced Ulrik's newborn body, but ...... What kind of body is that?

The body was pierced, but the movement of the Scarlet Wings of Ulrik's demagogue did not affect it in the slightest.

Looking at the hollows in his body, everyone couldn't help but show strange expressions.

"Sure enough, it's blood...... Argus muttered, and beside him, the necromancer Poole quickly recited a spell only to see a massive double-edged axe fall on Ulrik's head, splitting Ulrik in half with Dia's exclamation.

However, what happened next was even more bizarre, and even though it was very clearly split in half, Ulrik's movement of inciting the Bloodfin was as smooth as ever.

Even those necromancers subconsciously stopped attacking temporarily, because they were also shocked by the strange scene in front of them, and it was hard to imagine what kind of guy was on the other side, no matter what kind of life it was, it couldn't still be alive after its body was split in half, not to mention, that guy didn't seem to be hurt at all...... In the silence, Ulrik's two bodies squirmed slightly, and then, streaks of blood stretched out, gradually merging the two bodies into one again, just as the necromancer expected, he was not harmed.

The body between the entity and the illusory has an immortal ability that is not inferior to Gangaro, although it does not have the powerful ** power like Connell, but it can control the blood at will, even the blood that originally belonged to the other party's body...... Ulrike is the second special type of vampire after Connell.

Of course, he can't be a Gangero vampire...... As if thinking of something, Poole pulled out an old notebook with a thick dark blue cover from his bosom, which was the notes of the lichs he had found from the Dark Castle of Garrick, which contained more than a hundred years of the lich's magic and their research on vampires.

After turning through dozens of pages, Poole's movements stopped, and he kept comparing Ulrike with the information in the notebook, and his eyes gradually showed disbelief.

"Vendro Vampire ......"

(To be continued)