"Whoa......"

Despite being corpses, these corpses manipulated by necromancy still howl.

It can only be said that the business of magic is not in the hands of biology.

In the face of these fierce and inward-looking immortals, Xia Yu wielded his scythe, and the cold brilliance turned into a sword, splitting those gathered undead into two in an instant.

Broken limbs scattered and scattered, rancid blood splattered, and the scene was spectacular.

Low-level cannon fodder undead can only rely on crowd tactics, although more ants bite and kill elephants, but if the elephant is strong enough, no matter how many ants there are, it is useless.

Along with the death of the undead again, soul fragments also dropped.

When the scythe harvests the undead, the soul fragments are also harvested.

Watching Xia Yu lightly harvest the strong corpse, Khajitt's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but look at Clementine on the side.

But just a glance made his expression even more stunned.

Clementine in the hero realm was like a fleeing mouse under that skull beast, and he knew best that if it was a bone beast before, he would only be shattered in the face of the hero-level Clementine.

In any case, this kind of cat-and-mouse scene is unlikely to happen, especially since the mouse is still Clementine.

The other party is far more powerful than he imagined, and his attainment in necromantic magic is not low.

How the hell did this guy come about?!

Feeling incredulous, Khajiit couldn't help but roar angrily: "Enough! Give this a try! ”

In the next moment, the Orb of Death in Khajiit's hand began to absorb the darkness of the entire cemetery, and the Orb of Death seemed to be emitting a faint light, and it slowly stirred like a heartbeat, stronger and more powerful than before.

After a second, the ground cracked, and the giant undead stretched out its bony claws and crawled straight out of the ground.

It is a collection of human bones about ten meters high, composed of countless human bones, and the object of imitation is the legendary creature with a long neck, wings, and hideous head and horns, the dragon.

"Roar!" ×2

Two roars rang out, and instead of one, two bone dragons appeared.

"Hahaha......"

With the appearance of the two bone dragons, Khajiit's confidence also rose, and out-of-control laughter rang out all around.

"See? That's my power! A bone dragon with absolute resistance to magic, even a magic chanter can't do anything! ”

"This is a bone dragon that I spent a lot of negative energy and even spent two months holding a grand ceremony to give birth to, how is it!"

Filled with confidence, Khajiit raised his Orb of Death and looked at Xia Yu who was carrying a scythe in front of him: "Before releasing the Spiral of Death to Ye Lantil, let you join my army of the undead!" ”

As soon as Khajitt's words fell, a steady stream of undead crawled out of the cave one after another, rapidly expanding into an army as if there was no end.

The space underground is not small, and in a short period of time, the number of undead has reached hundreds.

Looking at these low-level immortals, Xia Yu shook his head lightly: "Although it is said that all about summoning is won by quantity, sometimes quality can crush quantity. ”

Although the voice was soft, it clearly echoed in the underground space, and Xia Yu rotated the sickle with one hand and raised it high.

"Come and see what death is!"

With that, Xia Yu slammed down.

Woowoo——!

The wind blew, and the ink-stained black mist rolled and emerged, and under Khajitt's surprised gaze, the black mist converged into a black-robed human form.

The human figure was shrouded in black mist, unable to see clearly, and could only feel an extremely large force.

Hmmm——!

In the next second, under the gaze of many immortals, a pair of blue flames suddenly lit up on the black misty face of the humanoid, and the flames formed glowing eyes, which were the Grim Reaper who brought death.

Obviously he is the messenger of death, but the god of death exudes a sense of tranquility all over his body, which makes people feel peaceful.

However, Khajiit did not feel the slightest thing, he could only feel an unprecedented danger in the body of the god of death, which was an invitation from death.

"Up, kill him!"

The frightened Khajiit hurriedly ordered, and the large number of undead and bone dragons immediately moved, and the rancid corpse qi also spread.

It was so powerful, but there were only two, or one, enemies in front of them.

After summoning the god of death, Xia Yu directly stood aside with the scythe, to be honest, it was a bit of a fuss to use the summoned god of death to deal with these undead.

However, Xia Yu's power is a big fuss, so it's not too exaggerated.

In an instant, the Grim Reaper who appeared met the roar of the undead, with the claws of the two bone dragons, his eyes flashing blue, and the scythe held horizontally above his head.

In the next moment, the scythe swirled down, and the whirlwind that tore through the air sliced wantonly, carrying a series of materialized sharp blades that left deep cuts crisscrossing the walls and ground.

Before a second came, the undead around the Grim Reaper were crushed by the energy and scattered into fishy detritus.

It's just that the dead undead are only a part, and there are more undead around who are gathering frantically, and these undead unite with the bone dragon to turn into a tide of corpses, and attack the god of death.

Rumble!!!

The claws intersected, and both sides were stunned, and with a pop, the sickle cut through the bone claws of the bone dragon, and the size of the knife skyrocketed several times, pressing the corpse tide directly from it.

And Khajiit, who was behind the tide of corpses, looked flustered and took two steps back, but he was still hit by the knife, and a blood mark appeared on his face.

"You, you, you......"

After stammering for a moment, Khajiit still couldn't say a complete sentence, and the Grim Reaper had no joy or sorrow, holding the scythe in one hand and wielding it impenetrable.

The corpses that rushed over were all finely cut into scythes, and the corpse sauce fell to the ground, emitting a foul-smelling rancid stench, and even the bone dragon was cut into bone powder.

Of course, this bone meal has no plant-growing effect.

The summons summoned by the Reaper's Scythe can also harvest the soul fragments that fall, so after the undead have been wiped out by the Grim Reaper, a second Reaper emerges.

When the two Grim Reapers appear, the remaining undead will be completely unable to turn the tables, just like the real Grim Reaper harvests life, and the army of the undead that Khajiit is proud of is all slaughtered by the Grim Reaper.

When all the attacking undead monsters were destroyed, the eyes of the two gods of death swept towards Khajitt like knives, and under this gaze without the slightest temperature, Khajitt's whole body trembled, and his rough hands shook.

The Orb of Death then fell, and Gollum rolled away, stepping on the rolling Orb of Death with one foot, and picking it up with the other.

"With this kind of props, you also want to fight me?"

Xia Yu played with the potted Orb of Death, and playfully looked at Khajitt, who had an ugly expression.

"You...... Who are you! ”

Faced with this question, the corners of Xia Yu's mouth hooked: "You remember it for me, I'm just a passing knight!" ”

"Knight?" Khajiit was stunned for a moment, and scolded angrily: "You fart, how can a knight be so strong!" And with such a high level of necromantic magic, you're clearly a magic bard! ”

"Gee, I'm not that strong."

Xia Yu waved his hand embarrassedly, and then stretched out his thumb and index finger to make a small gap: "I'm a little bit stronger than you." ”

In the face of Xia Yu's words, Khajiit obviously didn't understand the stalk of the universe between his fingers, and his eyes swept around secretly, hoping to have a chance to escape.

But no matter how he observed, he was desperate to find that there was no chance to escape at all.

Clementine over there had been tortured by the bone beast to death, and the two bone dragons he was proud of had also turned into pale bone powder all over the ground.

Unable to imagine how to escape from the two Grim Reapers, Khajit sat on the ground in despair, his eyes glazed and his mind dazed.

"Why ......"

"Why did I spend five years burning it all in less than an hour!"

Khajiit, who wailed like this, had many images of death in his mind.

Khajiit Dale Badantir.

This is his name, he has a father with a sturdy personality and a mother with a calm personality, and the family lived in a village on the border of the Slen Sect, where he also spent a very ordinary childhood.

Now he has become this kind of inhuman and ghostly appearance, because he saw his mother's corpse.

It was an ordinary day, when the sunset was clearly visible, and he ran home out of breath as a child.

Although his mother had asked him to come home early, he was late because of some small things that he couldn't remember clearly.

For example, looking for beautiful stones on the outskirts of the village, and pretending to be a hero with sticks, it is for these trivial things that are delayed.

When he ran home with fear of his mother's reproach, he saw his mother lying on the ground.

He couldn't remember how he felt at that time, he only remembered the feeling when he grabbed his mother's hand, and the warm touch was still fresh in his memory.

When he thought it was just a little joke made by his mother, the cruel truth could not be changed, and his mother died.

According to the priesthood, the cause of death was "a blood clot in the brain", which means that it was not a human factor, no one was at fault, and no one was responsible.

However, Khajiit felt that there was one person who should be responsible, and that person was himself, and if he had come home sooner, he might have been able to save his mother.

There are many Faith Magic Singers in the Slian Nation, and there are several in their villages.

If he had come home sooner, noticed his mother's abnormality earlier, and called for help from the magic chanters in time, maybe his mother would still be able to smile healthily.

Having repented of his mother's face, Khajiit secretly made up his mind that in order to make up for his mistakes, he would make up for his mother's rebirth.

The more magic you learn, the bigger the problems you encounter.

Khajit gradually realized that he would not have enough time to develop new resurrection magic if he had a human body, and that he would have more time to develop new resurrection magic if he gave up his human identity and became an immortal.

Thinking like this, he abandoned the faith magic that had gradually accumulated in the past and embarked on the path of magic magic.

However, the path of becoming an immortal using magical magic is still difficult, and even after giving up being a human, it will take a long time to become a high-level immortal.

With the accumulation of magical knowledge, coupled with the acquisition of the Orb of Death, Khajit discovers one of the ways to break through these obstacles.

That's to collect a huge amount of negative energy, yes, just kill the people of the entire town, you can make them undead and generate negative energy.

That's why he's so obsessed with getting Ye Lantier into a death spiral.

But just as this wish was about to be granted, obstacles reappeared!

"Why! Why did I spend five years in this town preparing, and thirty years of unforgettable wishes......"

Poof!

With a pop, Khajiit's head flew up, and the unwilling roar was drowned out, leaving only a gushing fountain of blood.

With a flick of the scythe, the contaminated blood turned into a blood arrow and shot into the ground, Xia Yu picked up the scythe and looked at Khajiit's dissipating head in disgust.

"What do you say, memory killing?"

"Do you really think this is an animation, and you still remember to kill? This way of water plot is to be sprayed to death. ”

"Also, why don't you know each other, it has nothing to do with me that you become like this, I'm just here to kill you, and I'm not interested in seeing your memories kill."

Boom——!

Suddenly, a muffled sound came, and Clementine, who was being played by the cat on the side, was finally slapped to death by the bone beast in a slap of despair.

Seeing this, Xia Yu waved the scythe, and the two gods of death next to him immediately returned to the scythe, and the bone beast also came to Xia Yu with its tail wagging.

"Good Girl~"

Xia Yu patted the bone beast's head in appreciation, and feeling Xia Yu's movements, the bone beast's tail made of bones shook excitedly again.

"Okay, you can stay here for the time being, from now on, this cemetery can only have you as an undead monster."

After giving the Bone Beast a long-term mission, Xia Yu left here, and with the Bone Beast as a negative energy absorption device, there would be no more immortals born here.

Of course, on the other hand, the bone beast will be even more powerful, and it is estimated that it will not be long before the bone beast will become a high-level undead.

"As for you, what shall I do with you?"

Xia Yu threw the orb of death in his hand and asked as if muttering to himself.

He knew that the Orb of Death could be heard, because the Orb of Death was a wisdom item that did not exist in "YGGDRASIL", possessing self-awareness and the ability to speak.

And the Orb of Death also thinks that it was born to spread death, of course, after meeting the Bone King, the Orb of Death immediately kneels and licks.

Its degree of discipline is comparable to that of a dog licking mirror that meets a fool, anyway, it is kneeling and licking without a lower limit.

Of course, unlike the Dog Licking Mirror, the Dog Licking Orb is relatively low-level, and at most it is a special prop that gives birth to wisdom.

"If you don't respond to me, I'll crush you."

Under such a threat, the Orb of Death trembled, and a spiritual fluctuation entered Xia Yu's mind.

"I'm sorry, Great Lord of Death."

Hearing this title, Xia Yu raised his eyebrows, the King of Death is the name of the Orb of Death for Anz in the original book, why do you call him that?

Could it be that this Orb of Death is actually not highly educated, and only knows the title of the King of Death?

While thinking about it, Xia Yu turned the jewel and asked, "Why do you call me the King of Death?" I'm clearly human. ”

"No, you are humble, if you can drive the god of death who exudes the breath of supreme death, then you are the king of death."

"Thank you to the non-existent gods for allowing me to meet such a noble and great you, and let me express my deep gratitude for all the deaths that exist in this world."

It's not surprising that it's flattery, but it's so good at licking, and Xia Yu, who licks it, is a little comfortable, and no one doesn't like to listen to these flattery words.

"Go on, let's give me a 3,000-word compliment so that I can get a good feel for your attitude, and no repetitive words are allowed."

“……”

Hearing this, the Orb of Death paused, and the next moment, the Orb of Death spoke.

- After three thousand words.

Xia Yu: (°ο°)

Xia Yu really didn't expect that the Orb of Death could really say more than 3,000 words of praise in one breath, and the important thing is that it really didn't say a repeat word.

I'm really sorry, but I was abrupt to say that your cultural heritage is low.

"Okay, for the sake of your knowledge of current affairs, I won't destroy you."

Hearing this, the Orb of Death trembled: "Thank you very much, O great King of Death, please accept the request of your humble servant, and hope that there will be a place among your faithful servants." ”

"Yes, I accept it."

Anyway, the Orb of Death can't pose a threat to him, and it's nice to have a slave who can talk like that.

Of course, a few families are happy and a few are sad.

The Great Tomb of Nassalik, the Hall of the Throne.

The venue, which was already very serious, is even more serious at the moment, so that the air seems to be about to freeze.

The lights in the main hall cast a warm glow, but under the warm light, the mood of the gathered guardians fell into a cold winter. (End of chapter)