The sudden appearance of the death energy has caused a lot of trouble for Naza, who has been preparing for demonic energy, which is closer to order and order than chaos and riot.

Naza's body was a mixture of chaos and order, the light she had used to ward off demonic energy had turned to ashes, death was spreading through her body, her muscles were atrophiing, her bones were weak.

For human beings, sometimes it really feels like time is running out, everything that comes with being alive is lost, and President Naza's aging speed seems to be dozens of times faster than this. Death deprives us of a lot of things, and whenever Naza is ready to leave caution behind, those invisible demonic energies, which seem to be perfectly combined but have nothing to do with each other, suddenly pop up.

An orderly reaction, an orderly reaction, a chaotic reaction, a chaotic one. Glelivier sighed softly, by this time he had stopped all his movements, and only looked at Naza. The ring of energy locked Nassa, the cyan ring of death made her shrink like an old man, and the purple ring of evil tore open the wound and stopped the energy from flowing through her.

"The Double Ring Seal, my latest effort to achieve a deep balance between evil and death, has been known as a child, and these two forces, seemingly unrelated, but perfectly coordinated, can always work miracles," said Greeville, who surrounded Naza, as if the artist was appreciating his work, President Naza had lost his muscular strength and his heroic appearance, and the energy of the earth had disappeared around her.

"Kill me, and the guild's warning process will begin immediately, and your plot is doomed to fail" Losing his power, Naza remains the leader of the guild and continues to discriminate against the death of the cult. Greeleyville doesn't mind her arrogance.

Instead, it summons a pair of bones and builds a cage with their bones and spells. The Prison of Bones looked fragile, its bones even stained with yellow spots from decay, but Naza, trapped in a cage, unable to resist, not even as strong as a child.

"Why should I kill you?Today's battle is not a formal battle between the Church of Death and the Hunters' Guild, but a simple battle defeated by a thief" Greeliville's face was normal, as if to say that a thief knocked his master unconscious, but behind him was the treasure that all necromancers coveted, and the defeated master was a 700-year-old hunting lodge in the province of Sahain.

"I advise you not to do that," said President Naza, who is nearly three meters tall and has to squat in Grielliville's cage, which is made to resemble a duck on the ground.

Even in his comical gestures, President Naza's majesty cannot be exaggerated.

"The Battle Graveyard is where all the hunters go, and to awaken them is to challenge the Guild, and you will not only face the Guild, but also the power that rules the entire Violet Kingdom"

"Haha, I'm so scared" Greenberg grinned, never to see Naza again, he made a decision he never regretted, from the moment he attacked the Raid Warrior's Graveyard, he was doomed to life and death. The hunters are still wrestling with the dead, most don't even realize that their revered leader has fallen, the clash of swords and bones has overwhelmed all their senses, and the endless battles and endless killings of enemies have driven them to the brink of madness.

Compared to Naza, who was also a master, the large number of ordinary hunters was no problem for Greeville, who relaxed and untied his black robes, exposing his lilac skin to the sun.

"Ahh That's how the sun feels, it's on earth all year round, and I really quickly forget about the beauty of the sun" Greliville's exclamation sent a wave of contempt to Master Naza, who crouched there, staring at the necromancer who was enjoying the sun.

"Remember that feeling, and hopefully you can say it when you're burned by the light" Greeville ignored Naza's menace, and after enjoying the beauty of the sun, he lifted the large, twisted crew.

"The Second Ring of Magic, Shadow of Death" A black thread erupted from his staff, expanding on contact with the air, eventually forming a dark cloud that prevented the sun from reaching noon. The hunters in the battle stopped, staring blankly at the sky that had suddenly become dark, blankly at the dark clouds that obscured the sun.

The soul stopped, the sword-wielding hunters stopped, the front stopped, the hunters behind stopped, and the most important battle ended when there was no sound of battle on the battlefield of bloody battles.

Chairman, I can't believe we've lost. All the hunters looked at President Naza in disbelief, at this Hercules trapped in a cage. When Greeleyville's actions caught their attention, the Master Wizard pulled out a green bottle containing a writhing green solution.

Greeliville placed it on the ground and then stood at an angle, the staff's tail gently tapping the ground as a sudden grotesque breath made the hunters tremble collectively.

A white jade-like skeletal hand came out of the ground, the emerald green bottle was held up by the skull on top of the head, and then a skeletal hand reached out from below and held up the first skull in the same motion, the two skeletons were wrapped together like pythons, but the skull of the second skeleton rested on the second rib of the chest of the first skeleton.

Then, in a repetitive process, one white skull after another appeared, the emerald green vial was constantly raised, and the snake with the skull entwined grew larger and larger. As the bottle rises, Greeleyville sings, and countless hunters try to stop him, but countless skeletons stand in his way.

As time passed, the bottle rose higher and higher and disappeared without a trace, and Gliveville stopped singing, looking at the bright green bottle outside, with a flat smile on his lips. I don't know when, the clouds suddenly changed, starting to turn green from the center, gradually infecting the whole cloud and fog.

The shade of green is not as good as the shade of black, and rays of bright green sunlight shine down from above. Grilyville, admiring the horrific sight, held his staff in the air. "The Mystery of the Cloud of Death"

As Greelevier moved, the clouds fell like cannonballs, the plains were filled with green flowers, and hundreds of hunters held their breath, instead, the green smoke penetrated the skin like bugs. I think... Dizzy.

One hunter fell, the other fell, the coma spread through the crowd like a plague, and when the green clouds dissipated and the sun returned to earth, no one could stand up. The bones are arranged in a silent manner, picking up broken bones and putting them back together.

The unconscious hunters on the ground were ignored by the skeletons, trampling them like stones and grass. When all the skeletons were gathered, the vague worship of the dead appeared, their faces losing their fanaticism, and they stared at Greeliville with stern expressions. Are you half-human, half-demon, Chief Deacon Greeville nodded, looking over the flat ground in front of the gladiator graveyard, and he replied nonchalantly, "Yes, but I prefer to call myself a human-demon half-breed"

The congregation of the dead was boiling, and no one wanted to work with the devil, let alone for one person. The devil's desire for life and soul is already an unsubstantiated rumor, and countless lessons over the centuries have proven that it is only in the grave that one can stand with the devil.

Some of the Death Cult members slowly retreated, their actions unnoticeable among the hundreds, but their actions sparked a trend in which all the Death Cult members left Greeville, leaving the man who led them to victory over the Hunters. "And your job, the warrior's cemetery, we dare not covet it, but please allow me to do some guard work around the perimeter"

"Yes, yes, this cemetery is your trophy, enjoy"

"We'll keep an eye on the outside for you and make sure nothing bothers you"

"Let your head be on the grave and we'll be gone" Hordes of Death cult members left a high "cordon" and they hurried with a look of horror as if a poisonous snake was chasing them. Of course, there were some who didn't leave, including all the elders except for Greeville, and most of the leaders of the Death Sect.

Despite the immobility of the believers, Greeliville waved his hand at the fleeing crowd, and a beam of purple light shot out of their bodies until it was absorbed by the stick in Greeville's hand. Without the violet light, the already scarce crowd would have shrunk, all flesh would have disappeared, and hard bones would pierce the skin, but the huge wounds would not produce blood at all.

By the time the contraction process ended, the fleeing deceased had been completely mummified, like a skeleton wrapped in pale skin with no visible color.

In the minds of the remaining members of the Death cult, the worst thing that could have happened to their imaginations, the phalanx, which Greeville had studied and promoted, turned out to be flawed, and they had become Greeville's puppets. Greeliville lowered his staff at the blackiron doorway, as if killing hundreds of people was a trivial matter, and he continued to study the massive doors, one by one, to bring out the brilliance of magic. Ghosts, visions of the dead, vibrations of darkness, search for souls...

Greeleyville used a variety of detection techniques, but the iron door in front of him was indifferent. As Greeleyville had tried before, there didn't seem to be any spells or inscriptions on the gate, but he was too good to push it.

Many probe spells have no effect, the Black Iron Gate is as if it doesn't exist, the spell is like hitting air, with no energy or wave feedback. Greliville was worried that it wouldn't take long for the Hunters' Guild to find him and prepare for the migration. At that moment, the earth trembled beneath Glivelville's feet, the flat earth cracked, and a huge head was lifted from the ground.

The huge dragon head and turtle looked surprised. He hid his figure well, but suddenly he felt a powerful force coming from his jaw. Then the whole head was lifted to the ground. After seeing the giant tortoise, Greeville's confusion vanished. He smiled at the turtle, which had not yet taken shape, and emitted a jet-black light.

The light stopped in midair, blocked by an emerald barrier, and the mountain giant tortoise appeared, its dark yellow eyes staring at Graylyville.

"Young man, this cemetery is protected by elves, are you sure you want to go in?" Greliville smiled, but didn't say anything, but his actions made his point clear, and an even more intense turquoise light shone straight through, mixed with the first light that passed through the emerald green barrier, and quickly hit the dragons and turtles on the top of the mountain. The giant dragon tortoise suddenly made a terrible noise, its centuries-old carapace being eaten, its emerald shell first pale and then rotting powder

。 Losing the support of its carapace, the dragon turtle carried its back into its body, its fragile body cut one after another, and blood splattered everywhere. Can we continue? Guardian of the Elves, your contract with the Guild is not too harsh.

It's not too late to leave The turtle coughed, its huge golden eyes staring at Greeville's flat face, and finally, the dragon's eyes slowly closed, and its huge body turned sideways, driving the mountains next to it to tear apart. Underneath the carcass of the dragon turtle is the home of all hunters, the treasure of the necromancer, and the graveyard of the gladiators. In the blue light of the cemetery, there were more than a dozen large and small formations, and Greeliville smiled contemptuously at them, condensing a huge amount of death energy, and then shooting it out like a cannonball.

The energy of death seemed to stir up something, and a thin layer of black mist suddenly rose from inside the formation, and when the energy of death came, all the formations were destroyed in an instant. Greeleyville took a deep breath and stepped onto dying ground.

The smell of decay permeated the air, like bone meal on the skeleton of longevity.

"I'm finally here," said Greeville, stroking the tombstone excitedly, "I can finally go further" Just then, a young man's voice suddenly came from in the distance, and Greeville's face immediately turned ugly.

"Put down my body and you're good to go"