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Karlovitz was excited, very excited!

It was like the feeling I had sixty-five years ago when I first peeked at the girl next door, Beth taking a shower. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For decades, he evaded the patrols of heavy guards, stole the Sky Warhammer that the Vis family had treasured for hundreds of years, infiltrated the heavily defended Imperial Palace of the Rus' Empire, stole the priceless lion print, and even sneaked into the bedroom of the Duchess Sandru of the Deera Empire, and slept with the Duchess**'s plump body in his arms

However, none of this excitement was there!

No one could have imagined that he would disguise himself as a down-and-out mercenary and sneak in, let alone that he would be the first to obtain the artifact of the Divine Dragon Seal in front of the Holy See, the Dark Society, and the Barrymore family. Not in two pieces, but in one go!

This is an artifact that the Divine Dragon sealed thousands of years ago!

For thousands of years, how many people have died for these artifacts, and how many warriors have stepped through every inch of danger on the Tyranid continent for this! The Holy See, the Dark Society, the Barrymore family, and even the legendary Buckru and Sparton and other families that have been inherited for thousands of years have not known how much blood and tears have been paid.

However, these legendary artifacts are all in his hands!

Looking at the spatial ring on his finger and clenching the snowflake sword in his hand, Karlovitz was excited, took a deep breath and strode into the portal generated by the teleportation scroll.

As a rare sub-saint-level thief on the Tyren continent, Karlovitz's movements were too fast, a series of actions in one go, as fast as lightning. It wasn't until he put away all the artifacts and activated the teleportation scroll that everyone reacted.

"Fatal blow!"

"Time and Space Rift!"

Seeing that the artifact that was about to be obtained by the hateful thieves in this way, the golden-cloaked warrior, the white-robed cardinal, and the elder Cruyff all took action, eager to cut Karlowitz with a thousand knives.

If he is teleported out by Karlovitz like this, with the ability of a sub-saint-level thief, I am afraid that no one on the mainland will have the ability to find him. The Thief may be relatively lacking in attack and defense, but in terms of speed and ability to hide his whereabouts, he is definitely far superior to the average Saint-rank warrior and mage.

If you can't keep Karlovitz, it's not just that you can't get the artifact, but after the news spreads, forces such as the Holy See, the Dark Society, and the Barrymore family have no face. It's a shame to have all the artifacts snatched alive in front of a thief!

In a fit of rage, no one noticed that the magic circle under Karlovitz's feet slowly swirled, oozing a trace of cold and piercing black gas

"Hahaha, this is my artifact, it's all mine!"

The temple was too big, and even though it was attacked with all its might, it was difficult to get close to it for a while, whether it was the fatal blow of the golden-cloaked warrior or the space-time split of the white-robed cardinal. Looking at the closing portals, at the golden-cloaked samurai and white-robed cardinals speeding in, Karlovitz smirked.

Before he started, he had already calculated the reaction of everyone, and calculated the time it would take for the major forces to launch a fatal blow. The portal is about to close, no matter how strong the attack power of the major forces is, it will not help, as long as he teleports out, no one will be able to find him again.

This will be the legend of thieves!

Looking at the portal that had been completely closed and was about to disappear, Karlovitz breathed a sigh of relief. He believed that his successful operation would become a legend of thieves on the continent of Tyranny.

"Quick, kill him, kill this abominable thief!"

"Alas, alas, it's just a little bit close!"

Look at the portal that has been successfully activated, look at the phantom of Karlowitz that is getting fading and fading, some people are furious, some people shake their heads and sigh. Neither the golden-cloaked warrior nor the white-robed cardinal had time to take out this hateful thief.

Just when Karlovitz was fantasizing, at the moment when everyone was shouting pity and regret, suddenly, the magic array in the temple spun rapidly, and a thick crack opened with a 'creak', emitting a cloud of black mist. Immediately after, a rotten, zombie-like monster emerged at a terrifying speed!

"Quack, eight thousand years, finally rushed out!" the monster screamed as he reached into the void, and grabbed Karlowitz who was about to teleport out, "Fresh blood, come, give your blood to Rodriguez, the king of corpse witches, and I will grant you eternal life!"

As he spoke, the zombie-like monster bit the thief Karlovitz's throat and sucked the blood out of his body in an instant with a 'hiss', turning him into a zombie.

The poor thief, who had just dreamed of becoming a legend in the history of thieves, never expected to become a zombie of the walking dead in the blink of an eye.

The Witch King?

Rodriguez, the King of the Corpse Witch?

Looking at the rotten and black-entangled monsters, whether it was the white-robed cardinal, the golden-cloaked samurai, or the Elder Cruyff, they were all shocked.

Eight thousand years ago, after the divine dragon El Pacino killed the King of the Corpse Witch Rodriguez and his army of the undead, he announced that he had sealed several top-level artifacts from the Great War, and then disappeared. No one knows the address of the sealed artifact, or the whereabouts of the divine dragon El Pacino.

Some say he traveled to other planes to find a better habitat for the dragons, others say he received a call from the dragon god and returned to the legendary dragon realm, others say he was seriously injured in a battle with the undead, and died after sealing the artifact, and his body was buried in an unknown corner of the continent

Looking at the monster that claims to be Rodriguez, the king of the corpse witches, one can't help but wonder if the legend is really surnamed. For a moment, no one knew if what this dungeon had sealed was an artifact or an army of the undead from 8,000 years ago!

"Quick, get out, quick!"

Looking at the terrifying Corpse Witch King, looking at the two tooth marks on the throat of the thief Karlovitz, Yang Ling's scalp tingled for a while, and he ordered in a deep voice. As soon as the Corpse Witch King emerged, he felt an unprecedented danger, and the tower-shaped mark at the center of his eyebrows throbbed violently, getting hotter and hotter like an energized soldering iron.

"King of the Corpse Witch, my God, look at the black lightning mark on his eyebrows, it is indeed the legendary Corpse Witch King!"

"Quick, run!"

Legend has it that the King of Corpse Witches has a purple arc of lightning at the center of his eyebrows. After taking a closer look at the zombie-like monster, soon, no one doubted his identity anymore, and they all gasped. Some nervously raised their weapons, but many more scrambled towards the temple gates, eager to leave the terrifying dungeon in an instant.

"Quack, come, I give you eternal life, no one will want to run!"

Look at the terrified mercenaries and adventurers, the Corpse Witch King Rodriguez gulps out a large cloud of black mist. Everywhere he passed, the figure of the person who didn't have time to dodge was shocked, and the soul and blood were absorbed by the Corpse Witch King in the blink of an eye, and he became a zombie of the walking dead.

At the same time, after absorbing the souls and blood of dozens of mercenaries and adventurers, the Corpse Witch King's rotten skin gradually retracted, a part of the flesh and blood grew on the miserable white hand bones, and a trace of blood appeared in the godless left eye, and the eyeballs turned slightly. It seems that what is absorbed is not some soul and blood, but a rare tonic.

"Quick, his strength hasn't recovered yet, join forces to kill him. Otherwise, none of us will be able to escape!"

"Yes, let's get on it, quick!"

Eight thousand years ago, an army of undead from the underworld swept across the continent and was the sworn enemy of all creatures in the continent. Among them, the Corpse Witch King Rodriguez is the leader of the army of the undead. If he regains all his strength, not only will the people present not be able to escape, but there will also be an unprecedented disaster on the mainland.

Previously, in order to obtain the artifact, the major forces had to join forces. Now, in order to survive, in order to kill the Corpse Witch King, who has not yet regained his strength, they have to join forces again!

"Quack, okay, come on, all rush to me and offer your blood and soul!"

Seeing that the white-robed cardinal, the golden-cloaked warrior, and the elder Cruyff and others commanded their subordinates to attack the zombies around him, and personally pounced on him, the Corpse Witch King was not surprised. Sealed in the dungeon by the Divine Dragon for eight thousand years, his strength is only one or two percent, and he urgently needs to quickly increase his strength by absorbing the blood and souls of the living.

For him, he is now afraid of the top powerhouses on the mainland, not some crowd tactics. The more ordinary samurai and magicians came, the faster his strength grew.

"Quack, fifth-order corpse explosion, give me a blast, burst, burst!"

Seeing that many knights and magicians surrounded the dozens of zombies around him, the Corpse Witch King Rodriguez laughed wildly, muttered for a moment and raised his right hand.

Suddenly, dozens of zombie bombs exploded one by one, one after another, forming a terrifying chain of explosions. Every enemy around the zombies, whether it's a papal knight or a dark knight, whether it's a raging orc or a high-ranking warrior of the Barrymore family, is all caught off guard.

Some people were blown off a leg, some people's internal organs were shattered alive, and some were even directly blown into minced meat, and blood was everywhere

(To be continued)