The two red lights were like the gaze of a devil, like two flames lit in the pupils, and the captain of the hunting party was about to rush out when a sudden pain swept over him. Those marks, where those bones had touched, suddenly felt a sharp pain, like a knife piercing the skin, like a hot iron, burning through the nerves layer by layer.

"Ahh Terrible screams came from the battlefield, followed by the striking bones, and one after the other the screams disappeared, representing the death of several hunting parties. Seeing the death of his men, President Naza was furious: "Damn it, what did you do!"

President Naza's pained expression made Greliville laugh out loud, his short stick swinging incessantly, the tip of the ruby shining even brighter.

"It's just a new experiment," said Greeleyville, who, in the middle of the fight, rushed out in a whole bunch of black armor, his fingers trembling and his face beaming with schadenfreude.

"Let me tell you about the latest experiment, the Skeleton Knight, or the General," Greliville said, as a pile of fortress-like armor unfolded, a layer of fuchsia flames pierced through the gap and joined the armor. And under the purple-red flame, the thick white jade-like bone was emitting a strange red light, and the red light was exactly the same as the previous two red lights, and Nazha frowned when he saw it.

At this time, the hunters are charging towards the skeleton armor, and it is not a good habit to wait for the enemy to end, and many experienced old hunters have taught novices. However, the experience seems to have been a mistake. The hunter who rushed forward soon encountered a red light on the other side. The silvery-white blade did not return in the fuchsia light, and instead the skull would embrace the hunter in heavy armor.

The other person's behavior is not like an attack, but like playing hide and seek with all his might, as if touching the other person is a victory. This surprise attack exceeded the hunter's expectations, and the front and back were surrounded by the strong bones of the opponent, and the first to rush out of the hunter frowned, and finally could only fight back hard.

At this point, the bones of the long limbs will complete its fence, and the hunter's collision bends his arm, and between this gap where hair is not allowed, the hunter quickly rushes out of the other side of the encirclement. But just as his body was about to touch the ground, a sudden pain swept over him, this pain was far beyond the hunter's ability, and the whole person was like a wriggling worm constantly struggling on the ground.

In this state of struggle and pain, the reckless hunter saw a stranger, a body filled with red light, cooked shrimp just like his own.

"Be careful not to be touched by them! There may be a continuous pain spell on the other side, and ranged players gather fire on these monsters!"

Several vigilant hunters shouted, and the ranged attackers in the rear brandished their weapons again, but with the arrival of arrows and bullets, the skeleton painting would shrink again to a fixed fortress, condensed into an oval-shaped barrier by the purple light that connected the armor.

Knock knock. Arrows and bullets returned in vain, and this layer of purple light barrier was very strange, as if the energy level was much higher than the normal energy, and it did a good job of suppressing the excitement of the anti-conjuring agent.

President Naza is still at an impasse with Greliville, who controls the elite corpse and continues to harass, limiting Naza's range and angle of attack to an awkward area, as well as President Naza, who despite his ability to attack with all his might, neither attack went in the direction she had hoped.

As he wrestled with the corpses of the elites, Naza had some red marks on his body, and Naza felt a little itchy compared to ordinary hunters. However, the mere itching was enough to surprise President Naza, who knew that her body was at the master's level and that the energy of another person had an effect on her, so it was definitely at the third level. Now that this third-order energy is being used on a large scale, it is not made in a laboratory, which means an even more terrifying situation.

The lowest concentration of this energy is the third level, which starts at the elite and is used by a race that has been a profession since birth. Just like light and angels, natural forces and souls, the energy that flows through the veins of one race represents the power of the entire race, determining the lower limit of a group's power. And born with the ability to manipulate third-order energy, this energy is still purple, except for the hidden race, the most common is... Evil.

"You borrowed the power of the devil! Don't you know that it will take your life and soul?" President Naza lost his voice, and Greeville, on the other hand, broke into a sneer, his body disappeared into thin air, and in an instant, Naza, Greeville crawled behind her.

“ chi! ” Five streaks of crimson blood erupted, and Greileville's claws flashed behind Naza's back. By the time Naza fought back, Grealville, the man who wasn't greedy for knives, was ten meters away from him.

By this time Grilieville was indescribable, his lean, lean body had become muscular, but his aging skin had not changed, making him look like a wrinkled monster, and the little dark red stick stuck in his head looked comical and terrifying.

Greeliville's dark skin was covered in a dark purple layer of energy, his wrists and fingers were hidden in the shadows, and his smaller arms had turned into a nightmarish state.

Naza stepped back, clutching the wound. She looked at Greeliville suspiciously.

"You have turned yourself into a devil!Give up all magic to gain power, where is the will of your master!" No wonder President Naza is so angry, the demons are all natural professionals, but the chaotic magic they possess is too violent, and the spells of the modern rune system require precise manipulation, therefore, the demon clan, although they have powerful magic, can only cast a small number of spells and operate in a very savage and violent way, which can only be used as an auxiliary means in battle.

If a mage turns his or her race into an evil race, it means saying goodbye to the magic he or she worked so hard to achieve, and the ensuing path to advancement will no longer follow the energy system, even in the unfamiliar realm of the flesh. Looking at Greeville, who had completely turned into a devil, Naza, who had been nervous, suddenly relaxed. She pressed her muscles against the wound and straightened up to look at him viciously.

"Grileyville, I must say, you made a terrible choice," Naza said, tightening his gloves.

"The most annoying thing about dealing with you energy experts is strange magic"

"But how much magic is left after you become a demon?How can you be sure that you can defeat me in the carnal world?"

"Don't waste your time. Let's get this out of the way, you fool"

"Stupid, hahahaha" Greliville burst out laughing, his body turning into a black line, and when he reappeared in front of Naza, his right arm clutching a struggling figure. "This is your spy for the guild, right? You'd better disguise yourself before joining the Death Cult.

"No one is a fool," he said, as Greeville reached out and tossed his opponent's clothes aside, revealing a scarred torso. With Greeliville's power, the hunter flew directly into the skull, a terrifying figure with red flashes of light all around.

"Ahh The incomparable pain made the hunter cry out in agony, he could no longer feel his will as he was clung to the black armor skeleton, only waves of pain made his spirit break down.

"Kill me, kill me" The hunter shouted to Master Naza in endless pain, and Naza looked at Grealville coldly, and with a single punch smashed the skull and hunter into powder. Then, a sturdy stone pillar provided a pedal for Naza, whose body rushed straight towards Greeliville like an arrow.

"Earth, give it to me!" Naza whispered, and two layers of energy, like a millstone, appeared in her fist. Greevel felt a tremendous force and unconsciously leaned towards Naza. Naza's heart was filled with joy, and she gathered countless forces to hit Greliville directly with her fist, however, just as she was about to hit the target, Greeville suddenly burst into a strange smile.

Bang! The explosion kicked up a cloud of dust and destroyed a large area of land.

All the plants and animals on the ground were shattered in an instant. The clouds in the distance exposed a circular hole. Once the dust settled, Naza carefully searched the destroyed area, and while the skeletons were still fighting the hunters, the battle for the skulls was still going on with their power, which meant that Greeliville was not dead.

"What are you looking for? Can I help you?" Greeliville's icy voice reached Naza's ears, and Naza swung into the air, hitting Greeville shattering like a mirror, shards scattered on small dots in the air.

"Magic Mirror, how is this possible!" Naza looked surprised, Greeville's distant bodies joined together in the darkness, smiling, a giant wand in his hand.

Without time to think about how Greeleyville did it, the moment the giant wand appeared, Naza felt a biting chill again, a harbinger of her life instincts warning her to avoid.

There's something wrong with this stick!Naza was bent on charging directly, but now she was too busy to see what the other party was capable of, and Greliville was ready to deal with her, and being careful would only allow him to keep up with the other party's pace. As Naza charged, a bright purple aura suddenly wrapped around her waist. Behind the circle is a band of energy that wraps around the employee.

Grieleyville, who was holding a stick, grinned at Naza. As Naza got closer, Greeville was also running, fast and slow, and although Naza was closing the gap to Greeville, it took a long time.

Time is an important condition for the spell to work. As Greelivel fled, Naza continued to slam in, either at great distances or using the power of the Earth, but Greevel resisted these long-distance movements and kept his distance from Naza.

The hunters nearby wanted to help, but the sudden appearance of the black armor skull caused many casualties, and now all the hunters were afraid of fighting, for fear of accidentally being branded with that painful red mark. The hunters in the distance, armed with crossbows and smoothbore guns, began to attack, but their arrows and bullets remained on the surface of Greeleyville's body, and an invisible piece of armor appeared around him, blocking all arrows and bullets.

Osteotomy. Naza's heart sank. This spell was just a normal set of armor, but Grieleyville made his own unique enhancement to the spell, not only making the bones disappear, but also raising the defense level from Pro to Master.

This spell bears Greeleyville's personal imprint, and there may be other spells that are more powerful and flexible than this one, but none of them are a problem for Natha because they are not unique.

The real problem is that this updated oracle technique only works with Greeleyville, and only works if he releases it himself, the same effect cannot be achieved by pre-storing it in a spell book or carving it on a pillar, only he can use it himself to achieve this one-of-a-kind variation.

"How can you still be magical?" The aura around his waist became so intense that Master Naza had to stop and defend with all his energy. Greeville also stopped, keeping a safe distance from Naza, and chuckled softly at Naza's question.

"If you have spies in your sect, then you know my history as a member of the Death Sect?"

Naza grimaced at the mention of the hunters he executed, replying: "Greeville, who joined the Cult of the Dead 30 years ago through screening, was initially used as a coolie because of his poor casting ability, but in the process of continuous casting he discovered a knack for mastering some extremely difficult spells, was appointed as the next leader of the Cult of the Dead 18 years ago, and entered the master class 7 years ago to take over the cult of the dead. Greeville smiled and said, "The Hunters' Guild is as good as its reputation."

Most of my elders who worked hard labor didn't know, but you dug it up" That's when Greeleyville changed the subject. But there's one thing you're wrong. I didn't get the hang of it, I found a way to balance the two, what does that mean? Seeming to understand President Naza's question, Grealville continued, "I've known you for seven years, but this is probably the first time I've officially introduced myself to you... Hello, I am Graylyville, master of the undead and demons, half-human. ”

Half human! It was too late for Naza to defend himself. The ring around her waist was torn in half. Underneath the bright purple of demonic energy, the iron cyan of death appeared!No!!