The king observed the battle of the undead army and noticed something.

"Your army doesn't seem to have an advantage over the legionnaires, but you still fight more and more?"

The skeleton above his head replied, "Normal, these are ordinary zombies, ghouls, and skeletons. Unlike what you summon with spell-based spells, these undead creatures that are to be resurrected with corpses have a strength tied to their strength before they were alive.

"Those ghouls are more experienced mercenary mutinies.

"Of course, when death accumulates to a certain extent, it will also naturally spawn high-level undead creatures, and other lichs usually cultivate naturally occurring high-level undead creatures by creating corpse pits or living sacrifices. Of course, more often than not, they will create corpse pits through living sacrifices......"

The king suddenly offered to interrupt the skeleton: "Then have you ever created a pit of corpses through living sacrifices?" ”

The skeleton was silent for a full three seconds before replying, "I am a lich, there are no good lichs in this world, just as there will be no kind ghost women in this world." I'm only helping you now because the Order will leave the undead without a foothold in the future. ”

Wang: "Well, I can't tell if you're lying or if you've really done something heinous. But now that we are allies, it is enough to know that. ”

"Actually, before in Monrovia, I was going to sacrifice the entire city and the attacking orcs, and this alone was enough for the paladin to cut me a hundred times. You don't mind that, surprise. ”

Wang: "My teacher has always had a flexible view of good and evil, and I may have inherited it from him. ”

The skull was silent for a second before saying, "This is not a good habit, and you will definitely suffer in the future because of this flexible view of good and evil." This is the advice of an old lich. ”

The king shrugged his shoulders and changed the subject: "Anyway, your army was basically three for one by the legionnaires, it's not like it will be replaced sooner or later-"

That's when he saw an Imperial soldier with his head chopped off staggering to his feet again—no, it wouldn't be accurate to say that he was standing up again, the corpse had regained the strength to stand before it had completely fallen.

The next moment, the soldier's naked flesh exploded, and the rest of the flesh rolled out of the armor with a clatter.

The king saw the soldier's bowels roll out from under his skirt.

The legionnaire next to the soldier exclaimed: "Diel, your intestines have fallen out...... Ragnora is on top! ”

The Headless Soldier slapped the Exclamation's helmet away, then grabbed him by the hair, cut off his head with a sword, and then snapped it around his neck.

The next moment, the flesh on the head furnace also melted and fell, leaving the skull behind.

A skeleton soldier dressed in Catalan legionary armor was complete, wielding its sword and attacking the other legionnaires in shock.

Wang: "My God." ”

Elzam: "You understand it now, right?" The greatest strength of the undead army has never been the combat effectiveness, but the fear of seeing the comrades who had just fought side by side transform into enemies. By the way, the skeletons of this kind of transformation have the combat skills of their lives.

"Of course, after a long time, they will forget about these things and become skeletons that can only chop indiscriminately."

Wang: "Will they forget their combat skills?" ”

"Yes, after all, whether it's memory or skill, it's all something related to the soul, and the skeleton soul resurrected from this battlefield will quickly deteriorate. Those skeletons that are fully equipped with the combat skills of the previous life are resurrected through special methods, and their souls are fixed. ”

The king let out an "oh".

By this time, the resurrected former legionnaire had already cut down several of his former comrades, and the unlucky man who had taken the head in the first place had also been resurrected, picking up the head that had fallen on the ground and putting it on himself.

Yes, these two skeletons just changed their heads.

Is the original and original head plug-and-play?

Unlike Wang, who looked at it all with an academic eye, the others who saw it were terrified—like the legionnaires.

Just now they were able to resist the undead army with all their might, but now they can't even maintain their formation, and Catala's military formation is starting to collapse from this corner.

Elzam: "It's over. The battle is over, and even if a few warriors can stand the test, others will flee. ”

Wang: "Have you seen this scene many times?" ”

"Two or three times." Elzam replied lightly, "Alright, let's start moving." Just rushed all the way to the Catalan embassy where the portal was located, closed the portal, and then the invincible salvation team killed the lich again, and it was such a happy decision. ”

Wang wanted to say that Elzam seemed to be deliberately changing the topic just now, but unexpectedly, he chose to pretend not to hear it.

**

Floating City.

Liguang struck out the last bit of qi in the sea of qi.

Then the beast in front of him fell to the ground with a bang and turned into sand.

The underground entrance was already full of corpses, and the sand that flooded them was supposed to be the remnants of the shattered Flying Golem.

The Catalan soldiers and the sphin-faced golem formed a half-circle, but no one dared to step forward.

The last remaining centurion snorted: "Bald donkey, don't think we can't see it, you're almost done fighting, we still have so many sphinxes, we can take you without paying any casualties!" ”

The clerk next to him who was in charge of tearing the scroll whispered: "Don't, I tore the fireball scroll just now, and it turns out that this thing is like no one, he can't be a warrior monk master who has entered the transcendent realm, and his fists are as deadly as the magic weapons of the Imperial Forbidden Army!" A rash attack will cost you a lot of casualties! ”

The centurion shouted angrily: "It seems that the casualties are not big now!" If you go back now, you will have to bear the charge of fleeing in fear of war, and you will be sent directly to dig sand! Do you know how many slaves who dig sand die a year in penal colonies?

"None of you can run! If you don't want to die, you attack, and the warrior monk will be alone, and he will be consumed to death! ”

A dozen knights heard this, and at the same time urged their mounts to attack—

A fireball fell from the sky and landed exactly where the centurion and the clerk were standing.

After the devastating explosion, everything around them was shattered.

The clerk was shocked, and hurriedly took out another protective flame scroll-

However, the next moment, the warrior monk rushed in front of him.

This was the first time that a warrior monk took the initiative.

The scroll was directly interrupted - however, this seemed to be a "tearing" scroll, and the clerk was shrouded in a layer of white light.

The warrior monk punched the clerk through the chest, and then threw his entire body as a throwing weapon at the centurion next to him.

The centurion was not completely fancy, he split the clerk in half with a single sword, and his body flew to both sides, one left and one right.

This sword, no one who knows how to do it, can see that it is very kungfu.

Since the beginning of the reform, Catalan has really created a first-class strong army.

However, the throwing weapon was blocked, and the warrior monk's fist slapped the horse again!

The centurion raised his sword in a hurry to block, he habitually thought that the fist of the flesh would dodge the blade that could split the whole person - he didn't expect that the fist of the warrior monk was not afraid of the blade of the long sword at all, and it hit the steel as thin as a cicada's wings.

With a click, the blade of the longsword snapped, and the crack ran across the blade.

The steel weapon was actually interrupted by Master Liguang's punch! It's still interrupted head-on!

And Liguang's fist was not scarred at all.

The centurion finally understood that the warrior monk who had reached the transcendent realm of sainthood was no longer an existence that could be measured by common sense.

After all, such a warrior monk may be a part of the world itself.

However, the centurion realized too late, and the fist that broke his sword struck his body, causing the entire breastplate to sink downward, and then the huge punch pierced through his body, causing the armor behind his back to burst into three pieces.

The centurion flew up, and at the last moment of his life he saw fireballs falling from the sky blasting down on his men.

The griffons that spread fireballs and death in the sky were all white.

- Ah, that's what the national teacher said, is it a divine bird that will lead everyone to a world of complete equality?

He fell to the ground and broke his neck.

(End of chapter)