……

Between the canopy of death.

A virtual figure standing up to the sky suddenly took shape, a slender figure shrouded in a black cloak.

His face has a beak similar to that of a crow, and his eyes are sometimes green, sometimes scarlet.

His upper body was above the gray-black clouds, and from time to time he slowly moved within the confines of the canopy of death.

His eyes are extremely cold, giving people a temperament that dominates the world.

"This is the projection of the Grim Reaper?"

Matthew tried to communicate with the projection, but didn't get the slightest feedback.

It didn't take long for him to realize.

This projection only has extremely rare spirituality, and he does not represent the consciousness of the god of death, presumably it is just that the undead natural disaster has triggered some laws in the realm of death, and then triggered the resonance of the will of the god of death.

This projection, similar to a vision, is limited in its own right, but excellent in terms of deterrence.

Matthew glanced at the data bar.

The arrival of the Grim Reaper's projection increased the probability of death by about one percent for the Death Canopy.

Meanwhile.

It also dramatically increases the frequency of summary judgments.

Creatures that were previously in the Death Canopy had to be summarised every half a minute.

Once the waiver fails, there is a risk of being deprived of life and then transformed into an undead.

And now.

This frequency has been raised to once every twenty seconds, three times a minute.

This is actually a very scary promotion.

The accumulation of instant death judgments can easily lead to qualitative change.

Matthew judged.

With the current strength of the Death Canopy, even a strong warrior would be hard to bear!

comparatively.

The Dragonman Lord Cossack is indeed worthy of the name of elite legend.

This guy's combat power is actually very strong.

If it were replaced by another necromancer, I am afraid that he would have been washed away long ago.

You know, the other party is fighting Matthew against the canopy of death.

And at the last moment.

He even carried the Death Canopy + Curse of Death + Moonfire + Pale Hand + Touch of Death for more than twenty seconds!

If it weren't for Orsay's sword full of negative energy piercing his heart.

Maybe the Cossacks can drag on a little longer!

That's enough to show how strong his physique is!

In fact.

Matthew also knew very well that it was Orsay's sword that overwhelmed the last straw in the Cossacks' hearts.

It is difficult to guarantee clarity of one's intellect in times of crisis.

Not to mention that the Cossacks were blessed with angelic hymns at that time, and they were in a more reckless state.

The moment of seeing the tip of the sword was probably not the most desperate moment of the Cossacks.

really destroyed his belief in survival.

Or Orsay's insensitive face.

The death and rebellion of acquaintances often create greater fear.

When the accumulated fear exceeds the critical point that can be tolerated.

Faith will crumble.

And faith.

It's the most important weapon against necromancers!

"Only the spark of hope and the unquenchable blood are the only way to fight death......"

Matthew stood there silently.

The death of the Cossack made a feeling in his heart.

He doesn't have to look at the data bar to know.

I have already grasped the element of death, as long as I touch the vine, I will have a chance to enter this field!

It's just a pity that the feeling is fleeting.

Soon.

There was a loud noise in my ears.

With the sneak attack of the Bone Dragon Army and the full pressure of the undead, the temporary front of the Southern Bazaar completely collapsed.

The Astral Dragons, who were still a little scrappy, completely lost the idea of resistance in the face of the death of the Cossacks and the advent of the Grim Reaper's projection.

Everyone fled north as if they were crazy.

Not even waiting for the army of the undead to attack.

There was a massive stampede and collision at the entrance to the bazaar -

The dragonmen sent out by the Rose earlier had just recruited some soldiers from the north to come and reinforce them.

As a result, before entering the market, they collided with a large number of deserters rushing out of the entrance.

When the fear starts to flare up.

No one can tell what really happened inside.

All can only see the chaos and despair in front of them.

They seemed to be engulfed by a black torrent, and they were involuntarily pushed into the unknown distance.

They opened their mouths wide to scream, but found it difficult to breathe.

In the dim world, the starlight is completely blocked.

Only the heavy blocks of black and white render everything on the earth.

It was as if a noisy pantomime was going on in Tyrannosaurus Town.

All are on the run.

They are like a panicked herd, finding a direction, doing their best, and then losing their will in confusion.

Followed by.

And they calmed down.

Or rather.

They attain eternal tranquility.

Matthew stood above the Death Curtain overlooking the entire town of Tyrannosaurus.

The Undead Plague has washed away a third of the town like a torrent.

All that's left is only a matter of time.

He patiently closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Three hours later.

……

"Hint: You've destroyed Tyrannosaurus Town!

You have killed 24,789 astral creatures!

Your Undead Scourge controls 11,473 undead!

The remaining corpses are still slowly transforming......

For creating a scourge of the dead and destroying a town, gain +3 Legend (Sampan Plane/Astral Plane)

The astral creatures who have escaped from Tyrannosaurus are spreading the word of the heinous crimes you've committed.

Soon.

The Sampan Plane and the entire Astral Plane will know what you're doing!

You've earned the new title "Mean Matthew"!

Despicable Matthew: This is a high praise from the beings of the Astral Plane, and you will gain more respect when you walk in the Astral Plane.

In the future, you'll gain a loyal following of yours who will become your potential followers!

……

You completed the side quest "Native Resentment!" You have obtained the legendary spell "Wonder Pot"!

You've cast the Wonder Kettle, and you've got a mediocre Rusty Kettle!

(Note: After one year, you will have the chance to recast this spell)

Do you want to turn it on?"

……

Due to its exceptional flexibility.

Matthew didn't immediately activate the kettle.

Instead, he hung the kettle around his waist.

"How do I feel like there's more and more stuff hanging on my body......"

He touched the smooth surface of the pot, and stroked the shovel, sickle, and bamboo stick behind his back one by one.

It always feels like two hands are not enough.

The battle of Tyrannosaurus Town has come to an end.

Matthew returns to the ground to take stock of the situation.

He came to the corpse of the Cossack, the dragon lord who had been completely transformed into Matthew's slave.

The new "Undead Cossacks" are legendary dragon warriors with 21 class ranks.

The Scourge of the Dead has given him greater resilience and vitality.

Match his original talent and physique.

This made the undead Cossacks even more difficult to defeat.

However, due to the loss of the blessing of the realm and the support of the blood of glory, the combat effectiveness of the Cossacks was still greatly reduced.

In terms of combat effectiveness.

Matthew estimates that he can only suppress Peggy in an ordinary state, whether the latter opens the Valkyrie form or the Battle Angel form, he can easily blow up the Cossacks.

However, a new Legendary unit has been acquired.

Matthew is still very satisfied.

Next to the Cossacks and Orsay, there were two godless priests tied to them.

Matthew glanced at the delicate curves of their bodies and the way the ropes were bound.

knew that it must have been done by Ah Bing.

The two angels probably lost the will to fight and were captured by the soldiers.

Since Matthew didn't give a clear order on what to do with the angels, Bing tied them up with the other captives and waited for the Death Canopy to take effect.

Unfortunately.

Due to the peculiarities of the angels, the other captives have become immortal, but they still maintain a posture of holiness from above.

This caught Matthew's attention.

He leaned in.

"Despicable necromancer!"

The purple-robed angel scolded angrily.

Matthew looked at each other calmly:

"Meanness is a must for necromancers."

The purple-robed angel sneered:

"So you're proud of it, aren't you?"

Matthew patiently said one more sentence:

"When you slaughtered the humans of the Astral Plane, did you ever think about glory?"

The purple-robed angel said disdainfully:

"It would have been our glory to slaughter you inferior species!"

"We are different from you, our custom is ......"

Syllable!

A long whip suddenly appeared in Matthew's hand, and then it was drawn mercilessly on the purple-robed angel's body!

"Ahh

"Ursul's rebuke" struck her in the chest, and her robe shattered, and an additional scar appeared on her body.

Although not using it in the Graveyard does not trigger the Deathfire effect.

But the whip is especially direct to the spirits.

The intense pain caused the purple-robed angel to groan.

But she was still scolding Matthew loudly.

Matthew was also very polite, and he whipped every time she scolded.

Soon.

She was dying.

"Is that all you need?"

The purple-robed angel is still provoking:

"A little harder?"

"I've heard that necromancers can't do that, but today I saw that it was the case, hehehe......"

Matthew suddenly stopped his movements, then smiled lightly:

"You don't think I'm stupid enough to kill you, do you?"

A hint of panic flashed in the purple-robed angel's eyes.

"I will kill you, and you will be resurrected in the kingdom of the five-colored dragon god Baruch."

"And if you stay alive, you'll never have a chance to escape, am I right?"

Matthew's face had a devilish grin:

"I know that angels can't be transformed directly into the dead."

"But I've also heard of secret ways to plant the seeds of the dead in your body, make them take root, and one day replace them......"

"The undead cultivated through this method are often referred to as Nightmare Eaters, which are undead creatures that are keen to devour spirits, and are better at magic than banshees, do you want to try the feeling of being transformed into Nightmares?"

The purple-robed angel's face was full of horror.

Matthew turned his head to look at Rose, who could barely keep his composure:

"But there's another way to deal with angels in the Alliance."

"That is to put it in a huge crucible and boil, and sprinkle a lot of sea salt in the pot, which is said to be the nemesis of angels-

Because angels are astral spirits.

And the high concentration of sea salt can quickly dissolve the astral spirit body into astral spirit dust.

It's a valuable thing in the league!

I only read this kind of statement in books before, I don't know what it looks like in practice? ”

As soon as this statement came out.

Both angels began to tremble.

They were able to see death as if they were at home because they were sure that they would be resurrected in the kingdom of God in Baruch.

Can ...... now

"Two ways to die, one way to live, I'll only give you one minute to choose."

Matthew looked at the two girls calmly:

"In addition, I would like to remind you that there is only one person to walk on that road of life!"

Almost instantaneously.

Rose, dressed in a red robe, screamed:

"I choose to live!"

The purple-robed angel beside her had a stunned look on his face.

Immediately, her expression became extremely distorted.

"No, no, slut, you ......"

Before she could finish her words, she was carried away by two zombies called by Matthew, one left and one right.

"Find a bigger pot and put it in."

He told Death Knight Forty-Seven to do it.

Forty-seven gestured with a relaxed gesture, and then walked away quickly.

Matthew was left alone with Rose the Four-Winged Angel.

"You ......"

"What do you want to know?"

Rose asked, a trembling voice.

"This is not the place to talk, follow me."

Matthew dragged her off the ground and into a small room next to her.

……

City of Night Angels.

Inside a palatial building.

The Scourge Order's emblem hangs proudly from the tower at the top of the building.

In an empty hall inside the building.

A blonde man is slowly and quietly wiping down a stained glass window.

His voice is magnetic and gives a gentle and serene feeling:

"You're in big trouble, Lance."

"The Juggernaut is unhappy with you."

The legendary sorcerer sat in a row of chairs not far away.

He held his head in his hands, crossed Erlang's legs, and had an expression full of indifference:

"How do I think he's going to be satisfied?"

"This is our chance - the group of dragonmen with the severe smell of foxes has lost ground, and this is our chance to expand our power in the sampan plane."

The blonde man asked rhetorically in a steady voice:

"Do you think your men are better at fighting the Death Canopy than the dragons?"

Lance shrugged:

"This is the Astral Boundary, and there are countless ways to get him rolled."

"The simplest, why not have an exile technique?"

The blonde man laughed:

"Such a great opportunity?"

"You're just thinking about banishment? That's not your style, Lance. ”

Lance snorted:

"Isn't banishment okay?"

"Civilization and nature, if you can achieve your goal, you must kill him?"

"Speaking of which, I actually quite like that Matthew."

The blonde man asks:

"Why?"

Lance said casually:

"He's pretty enough."

The blonde man fell silent for a moment.

Instead, Lance looked at the other party with a provocative gaze:

"Looks like you're not willing to let him go!"

"Do you really hate him that much?"

"The young handsome guy didn't do anything...... Oh, I remember, you have a very distressed subordinate who was poached by him, right? ”

"What's your name, Lyle and Lara?"

The blonde man said calmly:

"After Leila betrayed us, the first person to take refuge in was Gaylan."

Lance sneered:

"It's not impossible for you to masturbate like this, but everyone knows that Gailan is just that kid's tool, and not long after your Leila became a shadow believer, she kicked Gailan and found a new extraterritorial sect master."

"You say that boy is so blessed at such a young age? I'm also a foreign suzerain, and no one else is outside the territory......"

The blonde man did not answer, but said suddenly:

"Unleash the beast."

"You lead him to the astral plane, and I will send someone to kill him."

Lance's eyes narrowed:

"Send someone, who?"

"It can't be that little apprentice of Sen'er, that kid isn't even a legend!"

The blonde man is still cleaning the glass by himself:

"Strength is not the most important thing in killing people."

"Isn't Matthew not a legend yet?"

"If he can kill Matthew, he's the new legend."

Lance shrugged:

"I don't care anyway, even though he's coming for me."

The blonde man nodded in satisfaction:

"How's it going over there with the five-colored dragon god?"

A hint of mockery appeared on Lance's face:

"Return the five-colored dragon god...... Even Brooke's closest mistress stole his artifact and ran away, and now everyone in the astral realm knows that the so-called five-colored dragon god is a sick horse that is about to fall, and even passing ants want to come and bite twice! ”

"He's come to me, mainly to ask about what happened in Windward Valley."

The blonde man asks:

"How did you answer?"

Lance yawned:

"I told him to eat."

……

Jade Garden, Windward Valley.

Tyrani was taking her guards around to maintain order, and the current situation was preoccupied with her, and the mages brought in by Matthew did not use any gentle means when searching for the whereabouts of the sorcerer.

Most of them are tough.

The ensuing contradiction is the accusation of compatriots and the slackness of those who chase the wind.

Terranie is no less prestigious.

But she couldn't say anything about this situation.

She could only do her best.

Try to keep order here.

Fortunately, after the initial conflict broke out, under the deterrence of the Golem troops, the two sides officially entered a period of relaxation.

One by one, the mages were asking for information about Lance.

The situation calmed down for the time being.

But even so.

Terrani also felt like a man in her back from time to time.

She knew how those compatriots scolded her.

As a deviant elf.

She didn't really care much about fame.

It's just a bad feeling to be misunderstood.

She can only keep persuading herself that the coming day will be long, and time will explain everything.

It was at this time.

A windchaser suddenly ran over.

"My lord, there's been a burglary at the art gallery!"

The young Wind Chaser reported loudly.

Terrani frowned.

What kind of theft can be managed at such a time?

Her eyes rolled, and her face sank:

"Did someone from the Willow Leaf Agency ask you to report?"

She thought it was the remnants of the Presbyterian Church who were trying to play a trick.

However, this is not the case.

The Wind Chaser replied:

"No, it was Miss Beanna who asked me to come and inform you."

"She happened to be helping out in the gallery at the time of the incident, and the stolen painting was said to be of a very high value, so she asked me to inform you quickly."

"Miss Beanna also said that she seemed to have seen the man who had stolen the painting, like a wanted man in some jade court."

Terani's eyes were even more puzzled:

"Which painting was stolen?"

The Wind Chaser immediately replied:

"It's a relic from the days of the Troll Empire."

"The name seems to be 'Patricide'."

……

Today was supposed to ask for leave.,But everyone voted for so many monthly passes.,Write a little bit immediately after going home at night.,Please forgive me for not having a lot of words.,Considering everyone's reading experience.,I'm trying to finish writing this big plot and then rest! Thank you all for your blessings and support.

(End of chapter)