It's already autumn. In the mountains in autumn, it can sometimes be hotter than in summer.

It had just rained, and then it was basking in the scorching sun, and the whole forest seemed indescribably hot and humid, almost breathless. The poisonous snakes and insects all hid in cool and damp places, and the beasts and birds also stayed in their nests, unwilling to be poisoned by the sun. Only a few mighty monsters roam leisurely through the forest, looking for food, patrolling the territory, and passing the long, boring afternoons.

Karajan had joined Chrisma's brigade a week earlier. Rog peeped around them for a few days, but he couldn't find a good opportunity to do it, so he had to quietly go away and take them into the mountains without stopping. In the depths of the jungles and mountains, there are many unknown powerful beings, which, if used well, should deal a fatal blow to the pursuers behind them.

In a small clear pool in the forest, Rogge was comfortably soaking in the water, squinting his eyes slightly. Occasionally, he would put a small ice pick on the pool water, and the ice cubes would be poured into the water to cool the already warm pool water again. Although Rogge was soaked in water, a wisp of spiritual power was constantly scanning the surroundings. No matter how much a powerful creature can hide its aura, it is difficult to hide its powerful spiritual energy and soul power. Of all the people Rogge has ever met, only the Pope has completely concealed his existence. And Ophorok and Elesis distorted their strength, causing him to make a wrong judgment. As for the other people who waited below, it seemed that they only knew how to hide the magic power of the fighting spirit, but did not know how to hide the spiritual power and soul power.

With a splash, Rogge leaped out of the pool. He picked up his tattered clothes and shook them, and a small jade box suddenly fell down. His heart moved, and he gently picked up the jade box of several inches. He gently opened the lid, and a soft glow spilled out of the box.

A round, transparent drop of water lies quietly in the box.

Angel's Tears.

Rog felt a great pain in his heart and fell to the ground.

Then Elesis lay in front of him like a sleeping baby. Now, every inch of that flawless body was clearly imprinted in his mind.

Memories like crystal.

Alas, angel tears. It brought her to him, and it took her away forever.

In that body, Rog had fought to the death with the Angel Tears with all the power of his soul in every corner. Since he was a child, he never remembered how he had fought so hard at any cost.

He also thought that there would be no one in this life who could make him do whatever it takes, regardless of gains and losses. However, the moment the burning Elesis fell in front of him, he finally knew that this person had appeared. He thought that all his admiration for Elesis was just a vain dream, that the weight of the affection was far from worth everything, that he could hold back the pain in his heart and watch the church take her.

But he was wrong, wrong.

He has become accustomed to calculations, accustomed to the fact that everything can be calculated for gain and loss, and only profit is supreme.

Love is like a tide.

When the tide came, he was swept away before he could understand it.

Rogge gently closed the jade box, covering the soft light and the eternal pain in his heart.

After several tribulations, it is a miracle that this little jade box is still on his body.

Rogge lifted the jade box, kissed it lightly on the lips, and swallowed it with one mouth.

He put on a suit of Enforcer's magically enhanced chain mail and leapt onto the treetops to make his way. Jumped down again, drew a small magic array on the ground, and the two piles of fine sand in the magic array were constantly moving, Rogge calculated carefully, disrupted the magic array, and rushed into the jungle.

Ever since he saw that strange deer, Rogge had been mindful of all the animals in the forest.

While on the run, he stumbled upon a brown bear and a giant wolf running together in the forest. Rogge sneered, this kind of giant wolf and brown bear with scaly armor on their backs can actually travel together? It seems that these two druids are still very tender! Just in case, Rogge used his spiritual power to quietly probe this wolf and bear, and sure enough, he found that they were formed by the druid's most famous magic: Transfiguration. Rog quietly placed a spiritual imprint on them, without alerting the two druids.

Maintaining the balance of nature is the credo of the druids, and most druids are pacifists. However, this kind of deep mountain and old forest is the place where the druid's strength can be brought into full play. "They should accept people like me who are upright, kind, animal-loving, persecuted, right?" Druids don't seem to be easy to deceive, but they can't be taken lightly. Rogge thought to himself.

Druid's magic advocates the use of natural powers, and the mid-to-lower druids are not very powerful, while the high-level druids are completely synonymous with horror. According to historical records, there are four great druids who rule the entire druid world, and their strength is completely below that of the ten magisters. Although the credibility of this kind of historical record is not much different from the rumors, but they can write it like this, and no archmage has come out to oppose it, which shows that the strength of the Great Druid must be amazing.

"Can you let these druids and Chrisma fight them once? Even a level sixteen advent angel would have a lot of headaches fighting druids in the forest, right? I don't know where the elves are hiding in the forest? Fuck, this mountain range is a little too big for his grandmother. Rogge thought viciously.

Now that he has discovered the whereabouts of the druids, Rogge decides to follow them secretly, first carefully observe the strength and living habits of these druids, and then plan how to let them teach the pursuers of the church a hard lesson. These two Drews can only turn into brown bears and giant wolves, which shows that the fire of Transfiguration is far from home, just two low-level druids. The lower-level druids are all sent out to carry out the mission, and it seems that the strength of this druid tribe is not worth looking forward to. However, even if their strength is limited, if they have their own plan, they must be enough to clean up the pursuers.

Rogge first ran westward for dozens of miles, and then withdrew the spiritual power around his body, and as he expected, the magic mark in his body vibrated lightly, emitting the magic fluctuations that were absent. He rested for two hours, estimating that the pursuers had determined their position, and then used his mental power to firmly seal the magic mark. To his surprise, another magic marker, which had never moved, suddenly jumped in an extremely obscure manner.

Rogge's heart sank. The pursuer kept his mind unmoved, almost thinking that it was only Chrisma's group of pursuers. Looks like this guy is a master.

Rogge froze and galloped northeast.

Otherworldly, ancient tombs.

In a dark hall, Fengyue was standing in the middle of a blue fire, and in the flames, painful faces appeared from time to time. The Black Warrior stepped forward, carefully holding a misty pale green ball of light and throwing it into the flames. Burned by the blue fire, the mournful cries continued to sound.

The ghosts and other low-level undead wandering outside the hall were excited when they heard this. Some still can't hold back their impulses and let out screams of pleasure and greed.

The blue fire is getting stronger and stronger, and there are more and more painful faces in the fire.

Fengyue turned around, the armor on her back slowly cracked, a piercing grinding sound sounded, and a huge bone spur slowly grew out of the crack. Fengyue silently chanted an unknown incantation, and with a finger of her hand, the blue fire suddenly flew from the ground, sticking to the newly formed bone spur on her back.

The blue fire burned the bone spur violently, and the squeaky sound continued to occur in the flames. The resentful spirits in the flames had a place to vent, crying and desperately strengthening the heat of the flames.

They still have some memories of their lives. Originally, after dying in battle, their souls could return to the heavenly realm, or re-enter reincarnation, or dissipate naturally, but they were killed halfway by this demon before they could be imagined, and they were all robbed to the other world.

Feng Yue seemed to be in great pain, trembling slightly, and the huge bone spurs slowly softened in the fire.

Gregory crouched to the side, bored as he watched the dancing flames in front of him. This kind of flame formed by burning souls will directly burn the energy core of the undead creature, well, judging from the feeling it felt when it was still a demon dragon, it was pain, very painful, incomparably painful. It had asked its master to try it, and once it had tried it, it almost hurt so much that it had to dissipate its soul on its own.

Fengyue's shivering became painful, and the bone spurs on her back became softer and thinner, and longer and longer. Fengyue stumbled and almost fell to the ground. The blue fire was getting stronger and stronger, and countless faces rushed to surface. The expression on his face is no longer painful, but hideous!

Fengyue couldn't support it and fell. The blue fire is still burning unrelentingly.

Gregory was startled and stood up, but did not dare to approach the blue fire.

Heavy footsteps rang out in the hall, and Gregory recognized the Flame Bone Demon from its massive size. He immediately became alert, this was the master's unprecedented period of weakness, what was this flame bone demon who had once had a second heart to do at this time?

Grigory leaped sideways, blocking the path of the Flame Bone Demon. It prostrated itself, flexing its massive fangs, threatening the Flame Bone Demon from coming any further.

"Get out of the way!" came a message from the Flame Bone Demon. The message was filled with irritability, anxiety, and rage, and Gregory couldn't help but cringe.

As a dragon, breath and magic should have been its most powerful weapons. It's a pity that it's too weak to do any magic. And what about the breath, the wind poison breath, at most, it just cooled the flame bone demon. Although it is not afraid of the flame clan of the Flame Bone Demon, when the two meet, it will inevitably evolve into hand-to-hand combat in the end. At that time, the Flame Bone Demon's hammer was much more powerful.

"Get out of the way!" The irascible Flame Bone Demon hadn't been reborn for a long time, and he couldn't think and transmit information very clearly, relying on instinct most of the time. All it knew was stubbornly sending the message, but Gregory had no intention of getting out of the way. It became agitated, and the sledgehammer rose high and slammed it down on Gregory.

Gregory flickered nimbly, and the giant hammer fell against its side, leaving a large pit in the bluestone on the ground that was one meter square and half a foot deep. Gregory was startled, if this hammer fell directly on it, it would be enough to break its strongest vertebrae! Gregory was terrified in his heart, he looked back at Fengyue, who was still lying on the ground, gritted his teeth, turned and threw himself at the Flame Bone Demon, and fought with it tumbling and tumbling on the ground.

Soon Gregory was out of money. Half of its wings had been torn off by the Flame Bone Demon, and a small part of its ribs had been broken. And the Flame Bone Demon was not having a good time, many bone spurs on his body were bitten off by Gregory, and the tail of the bone dragon on his left leg was heavily pumped, one of the three bones was broken, and the other was also full of cracks.

The vicious fight between the two undead creatures in the hall frightened the other low-level undead creatures into hiding in the darkest corners. Their meagre intelligence was not enough to tell what was going on, and they hadn't received any orders from Fengyue, so their instinctive, fearful fear of the high-level undead kept them as far away from the battlefield as possible.

The Flame Bone Demon Hammer fell, smashing off a small segment of Gregory's tail. Gregory roared, and the haughty and bravery of his previous life as a demon dragon seemed to suddenly return to its soul. The rage made it forget everything. It swooped down, knocking the Flame Bone Demon to the ground, biting off a bone spur on its shoulder.

While the two undead creatures were at a stalemate, a tall black shadow came out of the darkness, it was the Black Warrior!

"Are you going to help me protect my master, or are you going to help him betray his master!" asked Gregory in his busy schedule with the Black Knight.

"I will always protect my master!" replied the Black Knight, much to Gregory's delight.

"Black Knight... Kill!" the Flame Bone Demon suddenly became furious, and it pushed the bone dragon away with all its might, and pounced on the Black Knight. Gregory pounced on it from behind, biting its lumbar vertebrae and throwing it to the ground.

The Black Warrior's two-handed giant sword fell high, two swords severing the Flame Bone Demon's arms, and another slashing one of its legs.

"Hehe, look at how you betray now! I'll wait for the master to recover and then clean you up!" Gregoryson spoke, stood up, and took a sip as he looked at the broken and futilely struggling Flame Bone Demon.

However, the sword light flashed again!

Gregory suddenly felt a lightness on his body, and then the world swirled. When it finally used its front paws to prop itself up, it found that its lower half was scattered a few meters away. It was cut into two pieces?!

The Black Warrior stood in front of the Flame Bone Demon and the Bone Dragon with his sword, and a triumphant, silent laugh filled the entire hall, startling the ghosts to scatter in all directions!

Gregory suddenly understood, "It turned out that it was you who betrayed!"

"Of course it's me! Why don't you take advantage of such a rare opportunity! The fool of the flame was reborn with me, and he could feel the thoughts in my heart somewhat. It's a pity that he paid too much attention to strength, and as a result, his intellectual development was too slow, and he couldn't even say a few words! Hahaha, Lao Tzu deliberately made him feel my betrayal, so he hurried here, and sure enough, he fought with you! Haha! If it weren't for that, how could Lao Tzu clean up the two of you in one fell swoop? After a while, he cut down the Fengyue who only knew his appearance and didn't know how to pursue power, and Lao Tzu would be the master of this valley!

"Black Knight!" Gregory couldn't help but sarcastically: "Even if you succeed this time, with your little strength, do you want to gain a foothold in the other world? It is precisely because of the master sitting here that the greedy dead ghosts around you dare not come to snatch this ancient tomb! If the master here is you, I am afraid that you will be beaten out in just one day! Are you the opponent of those ghost knights in the east? In the [***] Wyvern tribe in the west, which adult dragon can you fight? Can you get the mummy community in the south? Even if you seize the ancient tomb by conspiracy, can you defend it by conspiracy? Do you think you are the master? The devouring of the master is a skill that only a very few of the most powerful demons possess! With your slow way of absorbing energy, even with the help of the ancient tomb sarcophagus, if you are given another five hundred years, it will not be comparable to the master's current strength!"

The Black Warrior was visibly furious, and slashed at Gregory with a sword, cutting off both of its front paws, and said angrily: "What's the use of Fengyue no matter how powerful it is? Isn't it at my mercy now? I'm going to show you how I dismembered your master in a while! As soon as Fengyue disintegrates, you'll be doomed too, right?"

Another cold spirit wave echoed through the hall, "Poor bone dragon, your name is Gregory, right? Speaking of which, I should thank you for destroying the abominable Great Mummy, which we Black Warriors cannot harm. Now I, the leader of the Black Warrior Community, can stand in this ancient tomb because of your merits. As a reward, I will dismantle you myself in a moment. This is the honor you deserve. ”

A tall black warrior nearly four meters tall stepped into the hall, an unimaginable black greatsword dragging behind it, slashing sparks across the ground. The leader of the Black Warriors was followed by more than a dozen Black Warriors.

Gregory looked angrily at the black knight who entered the hall, and said angrily: "You actually colluded with the black warrior outside! What's wrong with following the master, you have changed the master, aren't you the same?

"It's different!" replied the Black Knight, who was transformed into Paulus's soul, "We Black Warriors were glorious knights in our previous lives, willing to sacrifice everything for the Lord! However, for some reason, the Lord abandoned us, and we were not able to return our souls to the Lord's arms, but in this depraved, sinful, and filthy world, we have become the most evil beings: the undead! However, the limitations of our innate strength make us have to endure life with zombies and skeletons!"

It gradually became excited: "The Black Warriors are the most honorable people in this world! How can we endure this state of existence? How can we endure having a filthy undead creature be my master? Those damned gods have abandoned us, we will kill the heavens, and cut off the heads of those gods! Tear off their wings! Turn every drop of their blood into our power! The Black Warrior should be the king of this world, and only by becoming the king of this world can we challenge those gods who have abandoned us!" Now that we have produced a great king among the Black Warriors, he will lead us to tear to shreds those hypocritical, dishonorless gods who have deceived us of all our faith and lives!!"

In the last few words, it brandished its long sword and shouted almost hysterically!

Suddenly, a soft, black, but very smooth black cord wrapped around its neck. This slender black cord is only as thick as a finger, but it contains amazing power. As soon as the black rope tightened, he easily lifted the three-meter-tall black warrior off the ground.

A cold spiritual fluctuation rippled in the hall, "I am enough to kill the gods!"

Several other black cords were wrapped around the black warrior who was formed by Paulus's soul, and the black rope suddenly tightened, and the black warrior wailed, and his body continued to explode, and finally exploded into a ball of powder, and there was not even any armor left!

"You black warriors, just follow me!"

Fengyue was surrounded by invisible flames, condensing in mid-air, more than ten black tentacles stretched out from between the wings behind her, dancing in the air with great agility.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and there was a silver color in her eyes! The silver light in her eyes was not strong, but the black warriors who were occasionally illuminated by the light were in pain, and wisps of light smoke came out of their bodies.

Feng Yue was as cold as frost, and said, "Wise Black Warriors, do you choose to be absorbed by me, or hand over the imprint of your soul?"

"Soul branding?" the Black Warrior Leader panicked.

"Honor and wisdom are our destiny!" a black warrior rushed forward, slashing into the air with a wind and moon.

"Stupid!" Fengyue reached out and grabbed its blade, so the huge two-handed sword froze in mid-air.

A black tentacle flew out of her back like lightning, piercing the Black Knight's helmet. When the tentacle was withdrawn, a faint light was attached to the tip, and it was absorbed by Fengyue in the blink of an eye.

Fengyue roared, and endless coercion emanated from her.

Except for Gregory, who had a soul contract with Fengyue, the undead creatures within a radius of more than ten miles all fell to the ground, and they didn't dare to move at all!

The leader of the Black Warriors fell to his knees and said, "It turns out that you are the true king of the darkness, please accept the allegiance of your servants." I will give the mark of my soul, and from now on I will serve you as my Lord, and my thoughts and wisdom will be owned by my Lord. ”

"I will give the mark of my soul, and from now on I will serve you as my lord, and my thoughts and wisdom will be my lord's. The rest of the Black Warriors fell to their knees.

Clouds of faint light emerged from the black warriors' bodies and merged into Fengyue's bodies.

"Hmph, what the wisest! It's not something that bullies the weak and fears the hard!" thought Gregory disdainfully. Although it was almost dismantled, with the power of its owner, it would naturally give itself a newer and better body. I'm really a lucky dragon!

Giving the soul brand is far more unequal than the soul contract signed by Gregory. Undead creatures who have given their soul imprints will not be able to resist at all, and even if Fengyue wants to use them as food, they will gladly accept them. If Fengyue is willing, he can even directly absorb the power of their souls. In battle, undead creatures that dedicate their soul imprints often become temporary tonics for their masters.

And Gregory not only has his own reading thoughts, of course, the rebellion against Fengyue and other thoughts need to be carefully hidden, it can also learn a steady stream of ways to use power from Fengyue, and even get some excess energy from Fengyue. When Wind Moon's strength increases, Gregory will also gain a lot of benefits. This kind of contract consumes the master's strength very much, and even a particularly powerful demon can't have a few such servants.

"The master still values himself very much!" the bone dragon couldn't help but become vain again.

However, how could the master not be able to withstand the scorching of those ordinary soul flames? Although he couldn't stand it, there was absolutely no reason why the master couldn't stand it!

Don't...... Is the master calculating this black warrior colony?

This colony of black warriors is usually entrenched in a small stone fort a hundred kilometers away. The stone fort is facing the mountain on one side and the cliff on the other, and it is located right on the road leading to the peak. According to some ghosts, there is an ancient dragon bone altar on the top of that peak, and the undead can gain immense power from the altar.

There were at least twenty black knights inside the stone castle. At the beginning, Fengyue gave up after taking Gregory to see the stone castle, and chose to attack the big mummy with much stronger individual strength.

There should be less than ten black knights in the stone castle now. With the novices of the Black Warriors, the Stone Castle is already equal to Fengyue.

Gregory secretly shuddered, the master was too insidious, so insidious that he was not at all like a loyal undead creature, but had a fight with a fat man in another world.

The Black Warriors, who had handed over their soul seals, lined up neatly and exited the hall.

Fengyue slowly fell to the ground, suddenly fell, and struggled for a long time.

The Flame Bone Demon and Gregory wanted to help, but they were powerless.

"I just used up all my strength and I need to rest for a few days. You two bodies, slowly repair yourself. You can use that black warrior's body, it's not bad quality. Fengyue's mental fluctuations also became weak.

Could it be that the coercion of the black warrior just now was also fake? No wonder the master's power suddenly became so incredibly strong. What if the Black Warrior is not convinced, how will the exhausted Fengyue clean up the mess?

Gregory was puzzled and a little afraid.

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