The Storm Bay Serpents, who had been a little suspicious, were even more convinced that this was a conspiracy to wipe them out, with the magician and the people of the Henn Society. Their expressions were gloomy, and they were planning a way to get out.

It's all come to this point, and it seems that I have to give in. Perhaps it would be a good idea to kill the magician before he reveals his identity, and to show loyalty to the people of the Grace Society. Even if they said afterwards that the magician was their person, they could push two, five or six, and not only let out a sigh of resentment, but also saved a small life.

Someone secretly hid the poisoned dagger in his palm, stepped forward slowly, and said, "Your Excellency the magician......"

Lin slashed the ship with a knife and threw it behind him, frightening a group of people, regardless of whether there was a ghost in their hearts or not, and they all retreated out of the attack range of that murderous weapon. However, someone only temporarily turned off the operation of the saw, and carried the ship-slasher behind his backhand. This stance ensures that the first blow of the sword forward has the most power.

He remained silent because the huge sarcophagus surrounded by the black-robed man completely attracted his attention. The sarcophagus has no superfluous carvings, it is a very ordinary stone box, the kind that can hold people. But the chains and hemp ropes that bind the sarcophagus one after another are not so simple.

I know that the core of the other party's members are demon breakers, but demon breakers are not a class system that appeared out of nowhere, but have their origins. At least a group of warriors with five big and three thick warriors thinking about how to deal with magicians is a very paradoxical thing in itself.

Knowledge is the only one who can deal with knowledge.

The origin of the Demon Breaker is actually the same as the astrologer in the lost land, who has the heart to move towards the path of magic, but those who do not have the talent will choose to become an astrologer. Because it is a last resort, they embark on a different path, so that astrologers are born with an inferiority complex and have hostile feelings against magicians.

So what do people who have a talent for magic, but don't like the magic community, do? Rebelling within the system? Or is it a challenge to the whole system? A group of people who use anti-magic as the main axis of research appeared in the history of the Lost Land. They are the origin of the Demon Breakers, originally known as Conjurers.

When looking at this history of Lost Magic, one feels as if they have seen the love-hate relationship between the Jedi and the Sith unfolding in this different world. The difference lies in the opposition between mages and sorcerers, not as clear as the good and evil between the Jedi and the Sith, but only the restraint of each other in terms of skills.

If I really want to say it, magic and anti-magic are actually quite like the relationship between firewalls and hackers, there is no one to restrain whom, only the question of who is better.

However, magic is the mainstream of the Lost Land after all, and there are not many spellcasters even more in decline. However, their research has not been lost or interrupted by this, and the Demon Breaker is really just the scraps of the sorcerer's research, and the simplest part of the sorcerer's research is taught to a few gifted warriors, who can be called the sorcerer's apprentice.

The chains and hemp ropes that bind the sarcophagus in front of him seem to be the handiwork of a spellcaster. Because it is rare, someone starts to observe this thing that they have only heard and never seen with their own eyes, without thinking about the occasion at all. At the same time, he was also thinking that according to rumors, the core members of the Hann Society were all demon breakers. Now it seems that the other party should be a higher-end existence.

Just because someone is thinking about it doesn't mean that someone else has to be quiet.

In fact, from the moment a soldier subconsciously wanted to tickle and make a noise, and the intruder tried to escape, but was blocked by the machine stone, everyone's gaffe was in the eyes of the members of the Grace Society. Including the appearance of someone trying to assassinate the magician from behind, but falling short, a few people also noticed.

And the expressions of remorse and horror of these people have of course become the laughing stock of the Hann Society. They laughed at the group of people who were not able to do anything, while also waiting for the elders' next move.

As with the magic ritual, the elders, who are conjurers, gather around the sarcophagus and chant ancient mantras. One by one, the seals on the chains and hemp ropes were untied and retreated from the sarcophagus as if they were living creatures. As the seal was unsealed, the cold aura in the dungeon was a little more, and the sense of oppression was also a little heavier.

This...... Are you going to cheat the corpse?

The leaders of the various organizations, who had a hint of luck in their hearts, remembered the rumors about the Hann Society. All the formidable enemies were eventually cleaned up by their ancestor, the legendary Captain of the Dark Legion's Guard, Rock Hann.

Although it is not without a person from a thousand years ago who has survived to this day, few people believe that one is really the Great Rock Hann. Some unpopular organizations often advertise themselves as descendants of a certain hero in order to attract some good players to join, which is a very normal means.

But what if it crawls out of a coffin...... Will it be genuine? Or is it a fake?

Thinking of this, everyone's scalp tingled.

The elders of the Grace Society half-knelt on the ground and called: "Great, great, thousand-year-old ancestors, praise the honorable name, protect our generation." Kill my enemy, be strong, wait for my king, and open the dark moment again. ”

The lid of the sarcophagus suddenly erupted upwards, flipped several times in the air, and landed far away, killing several hapless members of the Order.

The hearts of the people on the attacking side were tight, and in fact, even the people of the Hann Society were taken aback. If I hadn't urged him a few times, the one inside wouldn't have shown up at all. Somewhere like this one, it seems that I can't wait to come out.

A white mist like a substance spread from the coffin towards the surrounding ground, casting a shadow on the hearts of those who had never seen this scene. When a hand with brown spots stretched out from the coffin and snapped on the edge of the coffin, everyone's hearts seemed to pop out of their mouths.

Suddenly, the cold mist in the coffin bulged upward, and then dispersed in all directions, revealing a human figure. 'He' had a strange appearance, with scars from stitches all over his body, and each part of his body was quite different in color and size, as if it had been put together. Even 'his' face seems to come from three different parts, not only is it incongruous, but even the shape is quite weird.

The existence with this characteristic is no stranger to the people of the Lost Land, it is the stitched corpse in the creation of the undead. Many people think that stitched corpses are not even 'creatures', and the difference between strength and weakness is quite extreme. But is it possible for a stitched corpse to be strong enough to become the legendary captain of the Dark Legion Guard?

Such doubts have diluted the nervousness of many people. 'Undead creation', no matter how powerful it is, has its limits. He is not like a living being, he has room to exercise and grow. If you want to become stronger, you must find the limbs of the more powerful creatures to replace them; Of course, to become weaker, just do the opposite.

The stitched corpse in the coffin looked around after getting up. The people around him had the impression that they had saved themselves by replacing their broken parts with weak limbs. But, why save yourself? In the present time, which has lost the meaning of existence.

The people around him told him that it was rumored that the demon king had been resurrected. He, not convinced. But the familiar aura reappeared, and he couldn't wait to see if it was just a dream or something else. Following the senses, looking at the place where the familiar aura was, was a human with a female appearance. It was similar to what he remembered the master had looked like before he gave up his human appearance.

Bend your knees, kick! Despite the unfamiliar limbs, 'he' landed precisely in front of the human female. Those indifferent eyes were exactly the same as they remembered, and even before 'he' knelt down to salute, he was kicked away.

Even so, he got up. But this time he no longer had to jump, but walked slowly and respectfully, and once again fell on one knee and said in the old language: 'Your Majesty. ’

"Traitor! You're begging for mercy. I don't remember you being so useless. Fen scolded in the current lingua franca of the world, in an unkind tone.

"Your Majesty. The corpse never betrayed. ”

"How do you explain before letting the four rats touch my throne? This is not called betrayal, then what is called betrayal! ”

"Your Majesty, this is the corpse's fault. General Black Dragon conveyed His Majesty's order to the corpse, and it is suspected that there is a god resurrected in the Kagabara area. The task of the corpse is to kill the gods, and the defense of the royal city is handed over to the Black Dragon General. When the corpse arrived in Kagabara and could not find any trace of the old god, the news came that His Majesty had been defeated by four humans, and the corpse realized that it had been deceived. For revenge, the corpse killed X (10) legions, VIII (8) generals; Unfortunately, he was finally besieged by the IV (4) legions, so he was unable to punish the betrayers for His Majesty. ”

"Drink, that's a nice thing to say. Do you think I'm going to believe it? Holding the machete in his hand and holding it flat at his side, Fen was about to cut down his former subordinates who were kneeling in front of him, their heads bowed.

"Wait a minute! Maybe he's telling the truth. Lin stopped him, but in exchange for Fen's angry glare. The man who returned to his original appearance had a cold tail and a shrunken neck.

"Say, why."

I wanted to shut up at that. But according to his understanding, half of the words would annoy the lich even more, so Lin Ye could only organize the language and said: "Actually, looking at the history after your death, I don't understand something. All the accounts I have read say that after the Demon King was defeated, the Dark Legion fell into a civil war for power. In particular, the destruction of the Ten Dark Legions by the Guards is regarded as a major historical turning point. In the end, most of the dark legions were destroyed by each other, and humanity benefited. The problem is that in the struggle for power, the various forces should not be co-opted from each other, rather than completely destroying each other. But if there is revenge behind this event, not a struggle for power, then everything fits together. ”

"Excuses!" Fen scolded.

But you want to believe it, don't you? This is something that someone thinks in his heart, but he doesn't say it. If according to this previous personality, the enemy is in front of her, and she doesn't use all her strength to directly bombard the other party, then she will be blind with the name of 'Demon King Tikal'.

But this time, in someone's observation, Fen was not as decisive as before. Therefore, someone boldly guessed that in fact, the former Demon King was hesitant to kill the person in front of him. In addition, I have a different interpretation of that period of history, so there is a previous scene.

Now, Finn clasped her hands around her chest and tapped the tip of her right foot on the ground. The sudden change made the rest of the people in the dungeon very silent, regardless of whether they were friends or enemies. The atmosphere is strange and inexplicable.