The battle has started again.

However, no one noticed that on the battlefield, there were countless curling black qi, which was wafting out of the corpses of countless undead creatures, quietly following the soles of Lance's feet and entering his body, replenishing him with the constantly consuming battle qi and transforming his body.

Even Lance himself didn't notice that his hair and dark golden aura were gradually turning from gold to black.

Suddenly, in the middle of the battle, Quiles was bitten in the neck by an undead wolf that rushed up.

After a scream, Quiles hurriedly threw away his sword, and struggled to tear off the undead wolf along with a large piece of flesh from his neck, and threw it heavily into the wave of undead creatures.

Quiles cursed angrily, covering his bleeding neck with his hand.

This bite, fortunately, Quiles reacted quickly, otherwise his neck would have been bitten off and he would have been killed on the spot.

After he smashed away the undead creature that pounced on him with his fist again, he laughed miserably and said loudly: "Brothers, live well, Brother Quels will not accompany you!"

With that, Brother Quells roared angrily, and with the last strength of his body, he jumped into the wave of undead creatures.

"No...... Brother Quiles......"

Lance wanted to grab Quiles, but he was also entangled by many undead creatures and couldn't get out, so he could only watch Quiles who was overwhelmed by the wave of undead creatures.

Before Lance could finish speaking, before he could grieve his words, a muffled sound of an explosion came from among the undead creatures.

Intense flames wafted out with the strong smell of fire oil and the smell of burnt corpses.

Yes, at the end of his life, Quiles set fire to two canisters of fire oil that he had been reluctant to use, among the undead creatures.

Quiles had said before that even if he died, he would never become that disgusting monster.

Keeping two canisters of oil with him was his last retreat.

Then, the flames from the explosion of the two canisters were trampled out by the undead creatures who pounced on them again in a short time.

Because of the four of Lance, without Quiles' defense, Luca, who was already exhausted of oil, was instantly overwhelmed by the surging undead creatures.

He didn't even call for help, and he died tragically on the spot.

The deaths of two teammates in quick succession drove Lance into madness.

His eyes were filled with endless grief over the loss of his teammates.

Although they have known each other for a short time, the life-and-death battle during this period of time has made them form a deep friendship.

Scenes of the past flew through Lance's mind.

Every picture of fighting side by side, every sincere face, began to stimulate Lance's tense nerves.

Suddenly, wisps of black gas began to appear in Lance's eyes.

He roared angrily, and the dark golden battle qi all over his body was completely turning into pitch black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just after Lance's body erupted with an incomparably powerful deterrent, the undead creatures that were still surging and attacking trembled as if they had been electrocuted, staying in place, not daring to make a sound at all.

It was as if all that was left in the world was Lance's sadness and anger.

At this moment, the originally curling black qi began to unscrupulously erupt from the corpses of countless undead creatures, pouring into Lance's body without any scruples.

Lance, on the other hand, did not reject this power full of endless evil energy, and just let them enter his body.

Emotions of sadness, anger, tyranny began to take over Lance's consciousness.

When no more black qi poured into Lance's body in the valley, Lance suddenly opened his eyes that exuded a gloomy evil aura, roared again, and raised the sword of Sohana, which had turned into pitch black.

A battle intent qi that was tens of meters long immediately formed on the sword of Sohana.

The surging power began to converge frantically in an instant, centered on the sword of Sohana.

"Battle...... Meaning...... Change...... ......"

The incomparably fierce sword qi, the moment Lance slashed the sword forward, it was like a galloping angry black dragon, roaring and turning everything in its path into flying ashes.

Wherever the sword qi passed, the tyrannical energy raged wildly.

This galloping angry black dragon advanced for a hundred meters before disappearing with a bang.

Under the powerful deterrence of the terrifying black dragon, on the entire battlefield, only Lance's low roar was still roaring.

Lance stood on top of the corpse pile with the sword of Sohana in his hand, like a demon god descending from hell, exuding a menace that people dare not look up to.

He looked coldly at the remaining thousands of undead creatures, and his mouth was not opened, but the cold and piercing voice came from all directions, like the sound of hell.

"You ...... They all have to die......"

As the words fell, Lance turned into a black figure and began to slaughter the creeping creatures.

Yes, it's a massacre.

These fearless undead creatures are like lambs in the moment, prostrate and waiting for the harvest of this demon god.

Seeing that Lance had fallen into madness, Dilansel just wanted to do something, but in the end, his eyes went black, and he fell into the corpse of the undead creature unconscious.

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Half an hour later, Teklin and the others also came to this valley.

However, when they arrived, there was no fierce battle as they imagined, and there was no trap set by the undead creatures.

There was only a deathly silence and a strong, foul-smelling smell of blood that made it impossible to breathe.

With the help of the hazy glimmer, Tecklin and his party vaguely guessed something.

The magician Jon frowned, and after reciting the incantation lightly, a magic flare appeared on top of the white jade staff.

When the snow-white light illuminated this battlefield, the scene that appeared in front of them made these seven warriors who had experienced a hundred battles and seen countless bloody scenes all surprised.

Until the light disappeared, a calm Jon did not dare to come out.

"This ...... What the hell is going on here?"

Jon held his breath and muttered in a tone of bewilderment.

Yes, the moment the magic flare lit up, he saw a scene that looked like the hell of Shura.

Thousands of broken corpses, all over the place.

The rich black blood had completely blackened the river on the side of the valley.

After a long silence, Teclin finally recovered from the shock.

"Lance...... ...... Reims"

He shouted loudly into the empty valley.

But there was no sound except for the empty echo.

As soon as he heard the news that Lance was alive, he rushed towards this direction without stopping.

The whole process only passed for half an hour, why is this the way it is?

He couldn't help but start worrying about Lance's condition.

Without a response, Teklin was about to search for Lance's whereabouts among the corpses, but Jon stopped him as soon as he stepped out.

He shook his head at Teklin, then turned to the rest of the group and asked, "On the way here, I felt an extremely powerful burst of dark energy in a crazy way, did you feel it?"

Hearing Jon's question, everyone began to recall how they had felt.

But everyone shook their heads and said no, except for Tours, the head of the Knights who served in the church.

"I feel it, but it's urgent, and I don't take it to heart, and now ...... Now that I think about it, I'm afraid ......"

Turce's words were a little hesitant.

Because what he felt before tasting it was that fine cold sweat began to gradually ooze from his back.

"It's a force from another world, right?"

Jon frowned and said what Tours hadn't finished.

After thinking for a moment, he commanded everyone with a solemn expression: "We will go search for survivors now, if there is any." ”

With that, the group lit the torches and began to search on this battlefield like Shura's hell.

Half an hour later, as Tekrin searched the entrance to the canyon, he faintly heard a faint cry for help from among the corpses.

"Here...... There's movement here......"

Teckling shouted at the others who had scattered.

Then he found a seriously injured and still breathing goblin youth in the corpse pile, Dilanthel.

After discovering the elven youth, Teklin hurriedly probed his physical condition, and when he found that he was not in danger of life, he dragged him out of the pile of corpses.

After doing this, the other six people in the team also rushed over.

Jon and Tours both knew a bit about medicine, and after a brief treatment of Dilanthal, Dilanthal slowly opened his weak eyes.

"Ahem...... I...... Am I dead?"

Dilansel asked in an extremely weak voice.

He looked at the few people in front of him a little confused, and seemed to be a little confused.

After seeing Dilansel wake up, Jon hurriedly asked, "You're still alive, but what's going on here?"

Jon's words sent Dilansel deep in thought.

After he thought about it, a look of anxiety suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he grabbed Jon's clothes as if he was returning to the light, and said very excitedly, "Lan...... Reims...... Lance ......"

It seemed that these few words had exhausted all his strength, and his body went weak and fainted again.

Hearing Lance's name, Teklin couldn't stay any longer.

He grabbed Dilancer's body and shook it and asked, "Lance, what's wrong with Lance? Wake up, wake up!"

"Stop, Teklin, he's badly wounded and weak, you're going to kill him like this, he's the only survivor here, and only he knows what's going on here. ”

Turce pulled Teklin away and shouted at him.

Yes, if you want to know what is really going on here, I'm afraid only this elf survivor will know.

After stopping Teklin, he instructed the rest of the group, "Keep searching and see if there are any other survivors." If not, be sure to find the bodies of those warriors and give them a hero's funeral. ”

In the depths of the dense forest, there was a black-haired young man, armed with a jet-black sword, who was looking at everything in the valley with complicated eyes.

He was the author of the slaughter of thousands of undead creatures, Lance Ramson.