Old White touched his neck. I'm alive? It's really fateful! He tried to pick up the double-edged battle axe that he had been with him day and night, but was surprised to find that his hand had passed through the handle of the axe as if it had no substance.

"Haven't you always wondered what the world is like after death?" A cold voice rang in my ears suddenly.

"Who... Who's talking, is it Ms. Flynn? Old White remembered what Frigila had spoken to their group before.

"It's me, Prajna."

"General... Do you mean, Ms. Prajna, that I'm already dead? Old White subconsciously touched his neck again, and found that it was still intact, just thinking about it, he had been slapped by a centurion on the opposite side before, and it was impossible not to be injured at all.

His talent is average, he has lived for most of his life only a few years ago, and with his rich experience, he was barely promoted to the corner head by Lord Laiang, how can he not have this ability.

Looking around, the world became foggy, and everything seemed to be covered with a layer of green shimmer, and the rest of the colors could not be seen clearly.

The fierce shouting and killing statement was very close to him, but when it reached his ears, it was as far away as a world away.

It turns out that this is the world after death.

"It's a pity, but it's true." After Old White understood his situation, he didn't seem to be panicked or incredulous, and he asked very calmly, "Miss Pranya, can you still talk to me distracted during the battle?" ”

"Yes, actually, I'm not just talking to you." Old White cautiously asked, "Do you have something to ask us for?" ”

"Yes, would you like to fight your enemies again?" Old White was slightly stunned: "Can I?" ”

"Give me your soul power, and I can increase my power at the cost that your soul will disappear instead of going to hell to be reincarnated."

"Of course!"

"I mean, of course no problem!" Old White said with a happy face: "I never thought that my old bones would be able to help the people again, not to mention, people like us, even if we go to hell, we will definitely be thrown into Hell to be punished. He said, "It is a great honor for me to be able to fight these puppies again after death, and I am very grateful, Ms. Prajna." ”

"No thanks." Old White smiled heartily: "The last thing I have to tell you is, Miss Pranya, your voice is so good. Prajna was silent for a moment and replied, "Everyone said so. ”

"If you are really a soul seducer, this must be the greatest tenderness that hell has to offer."

"You're good at talking, but I'm not."

"It's a pity." He looked back and found that there were already countless glimmers of soul flying towards the black shield that seemed to be a ghost gate, some of them were very familiar, they were clansmen who had gotten along day and night, and there were also many fresh faces, since Basilicata was reorganized into the Wolf Clan Federation, there were many people who couldn't even recognize his old qualifications.

"Wait for me, you monkey juniors, even if you want to be able to do it in front of women, you can't forget the family tradition of respecting the old and loving the young." He looked at it carefully for a long time, looking at the young faces, a little relieved and a little sad.

It turns out that even though Basilicata is no longer there, everyone still loves this family. It's a pity that these young people, who have gone through so many hardships, should have had a new, brilliant life in Texas.

Without hesitation, he opened his hands and let the invisible force pull him, turning into a green glow and throwing himself into the pitch-black ghost-faced shield.

The wind is howling. A storm composed of hundreds of powerful souls raged like an overwhelming haul in the underworld isolated from the yang world.

The ghost-faced shield was crying, for it, it was really a painful and happy scene at the moment, and the powerful souls that had been harvested in a short period of time were not as good as the half in front of them even if all the souls it had accumulated before were combined.

But just after starting, it has to spend money, and it can only taste it in the mouth but can't eat it, which makes it feel like it is painful to dig through the heart and lungs.

It's not just Frigila who hides her hole cards, but so does Prajna. … Lothar looked at the scene in front of her, and only felt a sense of absurdity that his girlfriend had turned into a beast, wasn't it only Friengira's tyrantization that would be so scary?

In fact, if you think about it, it is impossible for a strong person in the real world to be bound to the framework of those skills given by the system, how can their abilities be summarized in a few lines of words?

The system's prompt sounded like an alarm: Your servant has consumed enough soul reserves, and has temporarily entered a state of alienation, [Demonic Prajna].

Heterogeneous: that is, the display of the strength of the same subordinate at different stages. You can spend a blank six-star template to save it forever, or you can wait for the time to come and master the ability of the heterogeneous template by yourself.

Warning: The personality of the discordant may change drastically, please treat it with caution.

"It's actually a different character, and it's really deep hidden." Lothar didn't make another move, only to see that the bone-like fingers in the field had pierced the bodies of the two centurions one after another, and the rest of the people tried to work together to suppress her, but even if they cut off her fingers, they would still grow quickly.

The pitch-black barrier enveloped the entire tower, and the wolf centurions saw a change in their vision, as if they had arrived in the Boundless Purgatory, the ground was covered with flesh and blood, and shriveled hands came out of the flesh, like white flowers growing in this red desert.

The heavy breath of death overwhelmed people. The Heavy Iron Guard, known for its resilience and defense, if it really makes up for the lack of attack power at the last point, is a proper all-round hexagonal warrior.

Lothar couldn't see what was going on in the shadows, the enemies were all trapped, he couldn't intervene if he wanted to, he wanted to go to the aid of others, and he was worried that if he couldn't solve these people, he would need to mend the knife later.

I can only think about how to make Prajna master the alien state on his own. As for the system's mention of saving this state with a six-star template?

Forget it. The so-called blank template, Lothar thinks it is rarer than the six-star Hu Cong, and his lottery has been a small prop for the two jujubes in recent times, and even the voucher for 300 gold coins, or the upgrade coupon for non-elite level improvement 1 This kind of chicken rib reward has come out, and not even a one-star blank template has appeared.

It's lackluster. If it weren't for Jeanne's constant reminders to see if there were any new beautiful young ladies, he might have forgotten the usual weekly touches.

Snap - the black enchantment resembles a wriggling stomach, spitting out a mass of flesh from a lake of flesh.

Lothar could tell from his breath that it was the centurion who had just thrown a spear at him, thinking that even among the centurions, he belonged to the elite class, but he didn't expect that in the enchantment of Prajna, he didn't even last ten seconds.

But this centurion is also worthy of tenacious vitality, even if he has become like this, his flesh and blood are still wriggling, trying to rebuild his body.

Lothar opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of low-power dragon breath, and the lump of flesh seemed to let out a high-pitched cry, and twitched until the surface had turned into black charcoal, and then gradually stopped moving.

"What are we going to do now, these adults?" The Texas centurion hesitated, but asked.

There was already a lot of fighting on the walls, and he felt that his men might as well rush to support the rest of the battlefield rather than watch the battle.

Loza thought for a moment, but still said: "Stick to your post, Patriarch Giuliano must have reserves, if there is a section of the city wall that cannot be carried out, he will definitely send support, this is not a matter for you to consider." ”

"Okay, okay." The crowd waited in silence. A moment later, a new enemy climbed up from the walls.

These are, apparently, the enemy's reserves. But as soon as they reached the top of the city, they felt that their vision changed, as if they were in purgatory, and they stepped on a mud of flesh and blood, and one by one shriveled hands reached out from the ground and grabbed their ankles.

The firstborn spiral horn, the green-haired goblin swept towards them with its sharp claws like a sword.

"Be careful, the strength of this monster is terrifying!" A centurion who had been locked up in it for a long time, covered his bloody wounds and shouted with fear on his face.