A few pale red flames leisurely entered the battlefield. These little flames were so inconspicuous that no one on the scorching battlefield even noticed them. Even when these few flames turned into a thin red mist that enveloped the entire battlefield, few people had the strength to pay attention to it. The wyverns weren't intellectually intelligent enough to tell what the red mist was, and the holy knights had no time to care, and when besieged by dozens of wyverns, every divinely cost could be death.

It's a very ordinary level 5 magic: the Mist of Madness. People or creatures who inhale mist tend to fall into frenzy, bloodlust, or chaos. However, this kind of large-scale magic often does little for vindictive or magical characters. Karajan, for example, came and went in the fog and was completely unaffected. Karayang's enforcers had high magical resistance, and they were completely unmoved, only one Holy Knight was more unlucky, after he inhaled the mist, he only felt that the blood veins in his whole body were hot, and the fighting spirit in his heart was high! He roared angrily, his eyes turned blood-red, and he jumped out of the phalanx with a vertical leap, and smashed into the group of bipedal wyverns. In an instant, his combat power increased greatly, and the second sword pierced the neck of a two-legged wyvern.

At this moment, this seemingly ordinary magic is really insidious. Karayang soon found out, but it was too late.

Under the fog of madness, no matter what state the two-legged wyverns fall into, their combat power will increase dramatically, and the holy knight who rushed out of the formation has been torn to pieces by the two-legged wyverns in the blink of an eye. The phalanx, which was already in the midst of storms, could now collapse at any moment. Except for the jungle ranger in the center, all of the eight people in the formation were already injured, and all of them had green faces.

Karayang was anxious and angry, let out a long roar, and could no longer care about the consumption of fighting energy, and the holy light on the long sword was so strong that it condensed into white flames! He was in the air, and with a loud shout, he swung out a cross-shaped sword qi, cutting the two bipedal wyverns in front of him into several pieces, and also cutting off one of the wings of another unlucky guy!

After this sword was fired, the light of the fighting spirit on Karayang's body dimmed a lot. But the Wyverns instinctively cowered at the power of his sword.

Suddenly, a small black shadow swept past Karayang's vision, and his heart couldn't help but tighten. The little black shadow was swift and nimble, and flew straight towards the Jungle Ranger.

"Hewitt, get out of the way!" Karayang yelled.

That jungle ranger was not of a low level, and when he heard this, he immediately jumped up. However, the black shadow nimbly turned upwards in the air, and slammed into his thigh more than an inch deep. The shadow turned out to be a short arrow. As soon as the jungle ranger's muscles were exerted, the short arrow was squeezed out.

Karayang's heart widened, and just as he thought that the power of this short arrow was not very good, he saw the jungle ranger suddenly stiffen and fall heavily from the air. By the time it landed, a face had completely turned purple-black.

This little short arrow turned out to be incomparably poisonous!

Karayang roared in anger and glanced at two more ghostly shadows scuring towards his men. His figure flickered, and one sword slashed down a short arrow, but the other was unable to stop it. His subordinates saw such a poisonous tracking magic short arrow attacking, and they all tried desperately to dodge, and before they knew it, the formation had dispersed.

Screams erupted from the battlefield, and the Holy Knights, who had spread out in formation, were no match for the Wyvern. Karayang's eyes were bloodshot and he was killing like crazy, trying to gather his men together. His ears suddenly caught a familiar, low chanting sound.

At this moment, the cold hairs on his neck stood up.

A faint green ball of light flew towards him, and it was the same decomposition technique that had caused him to suffer so much. Karayang's heart jumped, but fortunately, a decomposition technique was not too difficult to deal with, and he quickly shuttled around the battlefield, followed by the green ball of light. He rushed to a two-legged wyvern and froze suddenly, and then the figure appeared behind the two-legged wyvern.

The hapless two-legged wyvern screamed, turned into a little bit of light, and vanished.

Karayang sneered, looked back, and was stunned.

Without his rescue, all of his men would have become ghosts under the claws of the Wyvern. Karayang was furious, but he hadn't lost his mind yet, and with the presence of a mage who could unleash disintegration around him, it was too dangerous to fight these thirty-odd two-legged wyverns alone. He is a noble angel of advent, and he must not joke with his life for such a humble person!

This forest that has existed since ancient times is full of towering ancient trees, and large trees with a diameter of two meters and a height of tens of meters can be seen everywhere. In this territory of the two-legged wyvern, the small shrubs around the ancient trees have been cleared. Originally, in this kind of forest, it was difficult for shrubs to compete with these ancient trees for nutrients and sunlight, so they were sparse.

Fighting in this environment, Karayang suffers more. However, what he still couldn't understand was that when the two-legged wyvern saw him as if he were an enemy, why the fat pig could hide in the battlefield unharmed, and could still unscrupulously cast magic? Could the two-legged wyvern be deaf and blind?

Lord Karayang took stock of the situation and finally decided that it would be better to withdraw first. He unleashed a dense set of sword skills, sword light flew around his body, and his movements were as fast as lightning, interspersed between the tall two-legged flying dragons, and in the blink of an eye, he was out of the battlefield.

There was a soft thud behind him, and a flaming magical flame arrow burst through the air. Karayang scolded angrily and swung his sword down. But the real danger is yet to come.

A melodious, low female voice sounded in the woods, as if chanting, as if praying, but the meaning of the language was incomprehensible. When Karajan heard this, his body froze suddenly, and he could hardly believe his ears.

A strange scream rang out in the woods, and Karayang felt only a gray shadow flash in front of him. He instinctively raised all his fighting spirit, and swung his sword desperately! With a loud bang, a bone spear was opened by him. The bone spear continued to staple an ancient tree next to it!

Karayang stood with his sword in hand, waiting for the next wave of attacks. If he heard it correctly, if it was this bone spear thrown by the owner of that voice, then his real crisis was in front of him.

Three screams rang out one after another. With a flash of lightning from Karayang's sword, he slashed down one of the bone spears, and with this force he quickly retreated, and the other two bone spears flew against his body.

With a thud, a fireball exploded where he had been standing, and the heat swept through him, scorching his hair. Karayang was a little panicked in his heart, he was originally difficult to deal with with this mysterious person, and now there was still a Rogue hiding on the battlefield! He had little fighting spirit left, and if he delayed any longer, he would definitely die.

He made a quick decision, turned around and ran.

Three more whistles. Three bone spears flew up and down in pursuit of Karayang. Karayang barely dodged two, and then tried to flick away the third with a single sword. At this moment, a hot, fishy-smelling pale blue breath came from the side, Karayang choked in his chest, and felt a strong force coming from the sword, and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and there were faint blue spots in the blood.

Karayang held his breath and threw it hard, and the sword flew out of his hand into the bushes, and then quickly moved away.

"Alas, this would have allowed him to escape!" sighed Rogge, who couldn't catch up. He grabbed the hilt of Karayang's longsword with both hands and pulled it out of Gregory's body with all his might.

Gregory had just been nailed to the ground by Karajan's sword, and he felt very shameless. It just so happened that a bipedal wyvern broke through without a head, and its resentment immediately had a source. Gregory slashed his teeth at it, his eyes blazing. The two-legged wyvern panicked, and as soon as its feet went limp, it collapsed on the ground, shivering.

Gregory triumphant. Among the dragon clan, the demon dragon clan is the handful standing high at the top of the pyramid. And what about the two-legged wyvern? Apparently the poor masses on the base. Its innate dragon power has a special bonus effect on these low-level creatures that have some of the benefits of dragon blood. Although it was only a bone dragon now, it was still a very low-level bone dragon, but even so, in terms of dragon blood, Gregory was much more noble than the bipedal wyvern in front of him.

Suddenly remembering that it had a task to do, it spared the poor wyvern and plunged headlong into the jungle. There was a commotion, and there was a rush of chickens and dogs jumping in the woods.

The two-legged wyvern waited a long time for Gregory to leave before he dared to stand up, and showed a fierce face to Rogge again. Rogge smiled faintly, it seems that bullying good and fearing evil turns out to be one of the heavenly surnames of creatures. Rogge's eyes lit up, his spiritual power was pulling magical energy, and he quickly drew several magic symbols in the air and attached them to himself.

The bipedal wyvern took a few steps forward, and suddenly felt the power of the 'fear cloak' magic on Rogge's body, and was so frightened that the emperor immediately fled away. Rogge smiled, this fourth-level magic is still very practical. Can inflict a dread-like effect on creatures that are close to you and hostile to you. The magic fluctuations emitted are much smaller than those of Dread, and they are suitable for sneak attacks. What's more, Gregory had been lying beside him just now, and the bone dragon's faint dragon might was enough to make any two-legged wyvern stay away from Rog's hiding place.

The sound of a breeze blowing through the forest, the wind and moon glided out and fell to the ground.

After a long absence, when he summoned Fengyue for the first time, Rog could barely recognize her.

On Fengyue's head was a dark black, fully covered helmet adorned with demonic wings. On the front of the helmet is a mask decorated with the face of a demon king. She wore a half-length breastplate draped over her body, and natural flame patterns spread from her chest. There are separate armor at the elbows, knees, etc., and the exposed parts of the body are either covered with natural scales or generate large bone spurs.

Only one of her hands, slender. The skin is like glass, and the fingertips are nails that shimmer with a faint silver light. Rogge had never seen such perfect hands, but he knew the horror of them. Fengyue's silver fingertips are simply indestructible, and behind this terrifying power is the essence of countless undead creatures in the other world that have been absorbed and condensed.

Maybe the more beautiful it is, the more terrifying it is?

But the summoning of Fengyue succeeded, and that joy instantly overwhelmed everything.

Gregory came out of the woods, muttering about the seven bone spears of Fengyue. Then it crouched at Fengyue's feet, wagging its tail flatteringly. In Gregory's view, great power is everything. Since the master is so powerful, of course, it is still a little bit worse than its strength when it was a demon dragon, but he is so weak in front of him, and he has to be ruthless to treat his master, not afraid of flesh and numbness, even if he wags his tail like a kobold, what does it matter?

"Or let that Karajan run away, alas. Fortunately, he was somewhat injured, and Gregory's poison was enough for him. Rogge directly communicated with Fengyue in a psychic way. He wasn't sure if Fengyue could speak, though he was surprised that she suddenly had a body. But he didn't want to ask, and he didn't dare to ask, he had never heard of such an unfathomable magician pet.

He felt that his relationship with Fengyue had become very strange. It seems that the original summoning turned into asking her for help.

"That angel is very powerful. Without these bipedal wyverns, we would not be his match. Gregory's poison was very bad, and his energy was difficult to recover. The next time we see him, he will surely die. Fengyue's response was succinct.

Rogge frowned and pondered, "But there is also an angel Chrisma." These people in front of them are only a tenth of their manpower. There are only more than thirty of these two-legged wyvern adult dragons left, and it seems that in order to clean up these people, they will have to find new opportunities. It doesn't matter, Lao Tzu has time to waste with them!"

"Then I'll go back. Those two angels, one for you and one for me. I'm going to pick first!" Fengyue threw down this sentence and pulled Gregory back to the other world.

Rogge smiled and licked his lips.

He looked carefully at Karayang's long sword, the angel's weapon, it shouldn't be much worse, right?

The sword did not disappoint him, apparently blessed with very pure holy power. The whole body of the sword faintly flashed with milky white light, and the light was mixed with a trace of gold thread, and the divine aura on the long sword was simply rushing to the face. Not only is this longsword extremely sharp, but it obviously has a bonus effect on some divine magic, and it should be even more powerful against the undead.

Thinking that Gregory was easily pierced by this sword, Rogge couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he had dodged far enough, otherwise it would not be enough to be stabbed by Karayang.

Rog swung his sword and cut through the wood, made a rough scabbard, tied the long sword around his waist, turned around and went to the battlefield to make a fortune. Karajan and the strikers are all elites in the church, who doesn't have one or two pieces of magic equipment on them? The current Rogge is no longer the rich man who was rich and backed by the two masters of Faith and Mist. These equipment are tantamount to a fat man who is poor and white!

As for the holy power attached to the weapon, that is also easy to do, after several tribulations, Rogge has perfected the spiritual protection, and the spiritual power is evenly distributed in the skin, now it is okay for him to fish for pearls in the holy water with his bare hands, and it is not a problem to carry a sword with his bare hands, or even wear a piece of equipment belonging to the divine caste. The only pity is that he can't activate some of the divine caste magic or skills attached to his equipment.

Otherworldly.

The demon and her servant descended from heaven and landed in a small valley.

At the mouth of the valley was a broken stone monument with a pattern that had been scraped off and replaced by a pair of wings and seven weapons fanned out.

This is the territory of Fengyue.

Not so long ago, the owner of this place was a large mummy. For more than a thousand years, it continued to absorb energy, so much so that the strips of cloth wrapped around it became as hard as steel, and the focus of a large amount of magical energy branded it with several large talismans. As long as you get close to it within a certain range, you will be constantly hit by negative energies such as curses, weakness, fear, etc.

"It was really a tough battle!" said Gregory, who was following behind Fengyue.

As soon as Fengyue and Gregorif landed, there was a small stir in the valley, skeletons and zombies rose from the ground, and several necromantic knights lined up on both sides of the road.

There is a clear hierarchy between the undead, and heroes are judged entirely by their strength. Standing side by side with the Necro Knight are two Zombie Lords, followed by a dozen zombie warriors and mummies, and at the back hundreds of the lowest-ranking zombies and skeletons.

However, there are two other creatures standing at the front of the queue.

One is a tall black warrior in black armor and holding a two-handed giant sword. Beneath his helmet was a rugged face, but it was blue-black. His eyes flashed with a pale cyan glow, and two large curved horns protruded from either side of his helmet.

The other is a dark red Flame Bone Demon. It was not tall, but its skeleton was extremely thick, with three giant coiled horns on its head and several huge bone spurs on its back. It was armed with a huge hammer, and between the opening and closing of the huge mouth, small streams of flames erupted from time to time.

Seeing Fengyue, the Black Warrior and the Flame Bone Demon immediately fell to the ground. It wasn't until Fengyue walked in front of them that they dared to stand up and follow the swaggering Gregory.

Gregory was thrilled to be ahead of the Black Knights and the Flame Bone Demon. Since Fengyue made this decision, the vain bone dragon's loyalty to its master has immediately reached a new peak. The strength of these two creatures is now much stronger than that of the bone dragon. I don't remember what day it was, and from my master's master, (although Grigory was very smart, he was a little confused about the relationship between his master and the fat man of the other world), two powerful souls were teleported. After that, the master took a lot of effort to shape the new bodies of these two souls. Paulus' soul formed the Black Knight, and the Dwarven King became the Flame Bone Demon.

The Black Warrior is very intelligent, and immediately after it is reborn, it submits to its master. The Flame Bone Demon was even stronger than the Black Warrior, and it even tried to rebel against its master. That time, the master had almost completely dismantled the Flame Bone Demon in a minute. As a result, the energy of the Flame Bone Demon was greatly damaged, and its strength was almost the same as that of the Black Warrior.

After witnessing that battle, Gregory couldn't help but congratulate himself on his luck. He was dizzy that time, and he actually wanted to challenge his master, if his master also dealt with him like he did with the Flame Bone Demon....... Grigory didn't dare to think about it.

At the end of the road is a stone tomb more than ten meters high. The four-meter-high gate was open, and it was dark inside.

Fengyue walked into the stone gate with her head held high, and the ancient tomb immediately became lively. Dozens of ghosts were busily flying around, trying to light up the tomb with a faint blue light.

Walking through a ten-meter-long corridor, inside is a hall with a radius of several tens of meters and a height of nine meters. At the end of the hall is a tall stone chair, behind which is a sarcophagus that has been split in half.

Fengyue walked straight to the stone chair.

It was in this hall that Fengyue led the Bone Dragon, the Black Warrior, and the Flame Bone Demon to besiege the Great Mummy. Hundreds of subordinates on both sides: all kinds of low-level undead creatures are engaged in a desperate struggle inside and outside the tomb.

The Great Mummy's defense is abnormally high, and it is almost immune to magic. Even if Fengyue grabbed it with one claw, he could only tear off two strips of cloth. And the big mummy was layered on top of each other, and the strips of cloth were wrapped in more than twenty layers, and only the Flame Bone Demon's Flame Hammer could effectively damage it.

At the critical moment, Fengyue's wings spread wide behind it, and an invisible enchantment enveloped the big mummy, and the sudden increase in gravity made its movement significantly slow. The Black Warrior inadvertently slashed his sword at the sarcophagus, which suddenly made the big mummy nervous. Kazetsuki keenly observed this, and under her order, the Black Samurai stepped out of the battle and chopped up the sarcophagus with all his might. Fengyue led the Flame Bone Demon and the Bone Dragon to entangle the Great Mummy.

The big mummy visibly became irritable. Gregory, who had never played a role, stepped forward desperately, bit one of its feet, and dragged it deadly. Although it can't hurt it, with the skull dragon, the big mummy's movement is still slow like a snail.

The sarcophagus was protected by a heavy magical enchantment, and the black warrior went down with a sword, causing pale black ripples, but it couldn't hurt the sarcophagus at all.

Later, he was replaced by the infinitely powerful Flame Bone Demon, and when he smashed it down with a sledgehammer, he could only knock down a few stone chips. In the face of this huge sarcophagus with a height of two meters, I don't know what year or month it will be able to be smashed.

For a time there was an impasse.

Feng Yue untied the seven bone spears he was carrying on his back and sat on the stone chair. The black warrior next to him respectfully took the bone spears and retreated into the dark shadow behind the chair. Fengyue waved his hand, and the Flame Bone Demon exited the hall. It, the Bone Dragon, and the Black Samurai all have their own separate rooms in this tomb.

Gregory chose to crouch at Fengyue's feet. Staying with its powerful owner, it instinctively feels safe. The Black Samurai and the Flame Bone Demon are both hostile to it. However, Gregory thought haughtily, and the one whom his master really trusted was himself. He is also the only one who has learned the devouring skill from his master. Think about the history of the Demon Realm, tens of thousands of years ago, with His Majesty the Great Demon Emperor, aren't they all terrifying demons who defend one side of the Demon Realm? Isn't she self-made with her master? Although the master's strength is not strong enough, her mysterious and unpredictable skills are something that Gregory has never seen.

Follow the master, the future is endless!

It stole a look at the sarcophagus that had been split in half, and couldn't help but shudder in its heart.

When no one could help this sarcophagus, the great mummy finally struggled back to his sarcophagus. The magic enchantment on the sarcophagus echoes the magic patterns on its body, and it greatly increases its strength, agility, and protection!

At the critical moment, Feng Yue stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and there was a huge scythe in his hand out of thin air! The next moment, a flame ignited from the scythe, and an invisible coercion spread to the entire valley, and a deep singing voice began to echo. All the undead began to tremble inexplicably, and even the lowliest skeletons began to disintegrate on their own! Even the big mummies desperately tried to escape.

The scythe of the Wind Moon burned with milky white flames, and the dancing flames exuded bursts of pure divine aura.

A milky white light stretched across the hall......

The Great Mummy fell, and after a few moments, the sarcophagus behind it suddenly burst into bursts of magical light, and then split in two.

This was the last time Gregory saw Kazeki's scythe.

Feng Yue on the stone chair supported her jaw with her hands, not knowing what she was thinking. Gregory was ready to take the opportunity to pat his master's ass. And this time, he's going to use some newfound sycophants.

"Master, your current body doesn't seem to be performing as well as it should. Well, you see, your body isn't as strong as it used to be. When you were a skeleton, the lines were so delicate and smooth, and your bones were so strong that even if I tried my best to bite them, I would never leave half a tooth mark. You see, the new body you chose is ugly, not to mention that I was bold enough to bite off a piece last time! From the perspective of combat, master, this body is far from your invincible strength!"

The wordy bone dragon was still about to chatter, but Feng Yue grabbed the neck bone and threw it outside the hall. Gregory wailed in his heart, and thought to himself: "Oh my God, this kind of sycophant is not good! That dead ghost ghost! You wait for me! Lao Tzu has to swallow you when no one is around! I was thrown out by my master, this revenge is not avenged, Lao Tzu... Lao Tzu will be a bone dragon for the rest of his life!"

Feng Yue on the stone chair sighed softly and waved her hand, and the ghosts in the hall dispersed their glow one by one.

The tomb was plunged back into darkness.

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