At night, in the remote place of the Wheat Plains, less than a hundred miles away from the Misty Mountains, the Black Mountain Monastery, the gathering place of the ascetics of the branch of the Holy Light Church in the New World, the evening prayer has just ended, and the former black-clothed priests and high-ranking judges who voluntarily retired from the Holy Priesthood and returned to their respective rooms will abide by the prescribed time.

The abbot of the monastery of Montenegro, the former head of the Hall of the Holy Spirit, Nervinink, was a little uneasy, piercing through the eyes of illusion and reality, looking at the darkness outside, keenly aware of a surging malice churning.

The roar of Claudius, the Tyrant of Fire, could not be heard, and the Misty Mountains were quieter than ever, as if the evil dragon had fallen into a deep sleep, at least it had cleared his ears.

The Black Mountain Monastery is specially placed here by the Holy Light Holy See to monitor the dragons of the Misty Mountains, and by the way, to detect the movements of the descendants of the old gods and magicians in the south, it is the first to discover the enemy's situation and sound the alarm for the rear.

Abbot Nerwinink strolled to the door of the monastery, and saw the churning darkness take shape, and the hideous claws were like poor undead, and his inner uneasiness was finally confirmed, and he was about to open his mouth to give orders.

At this moment, a bone hand engraved with countless twisted runes appeared out of thin air behind Dean Nelwinink, ignoring the steel-like body that had been tempered for thousands of years, and pierced through it like a hot knife cutting butter.

"Hiss......"

The bony hand of the skeletal held the bloody heart and burst out of the chest, and the open wound violently spurted blood, bringing out a crisp sound like the morning breeze sweeping through the treetops.

No one could bear the heart-wrenching wounds, not even the steel-hardened Dean Nelwinink, the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow gripped his nerves and rubbed them violently, without exhaling the pain on the spot, but it was the silent curse of his old enemy and the action of tetrodotoxin, which paralyzed his body and mind so that he couldn't react at all.

Necromancer Rodriguez's body, like a shipwreck, gradually surfaced, and appeared behind Dean Nelwininker in a trance.

In the eyes of outsiders, or from the perspective of a bystander, it is the bone hand that carves countless twisted runes, and the process of continuously deriving the ontology from the back.

"The Void Claw's spatial phase movement, as well as the artifact-level edge blessed by the Heart-Snatching Grip, allowed Master Rodriguez to instantly kill the abbot of the Black Mountain Monastery. ”

"Of course, the Curse of Silence and the Paralyzing Poison have to be taken into account. The ascetic who holds the vows very deeply, originally had a high resistance to curses, but he didn't expect that there was a large amount of puffer fish poison. ”

"Hehe, the former leader of the Holy Spirit Hall, how many nobles and magicians are in the hands of the first priest, I didn't expect to die so easily, it's really a shame!"

"Oh...... The Death Knight unleashed a terrifying aura, and countless resentful spirits poured into the monastery of Montenegro like a tide. Driving the dark side of the Holy See to precipitate and attack, with a little resistance of holy light, this group of cannon fodder is somewhat valuable. ”

The four main elemental masters commented on the actions of the necromancer Rodriguez, and the shadow hand Trist did not speak, secretly signaling to his subordinates on the forehead, so the high-level thieves and assassins who were proficient in shadow jumping quickly disappeared in place, and when they reappeared, they had already sneaked near the monastery of Montenegro.

Such a large battle triggered a series of alarms, and the ascetic of the former Holy Light Knight reacted as quickly as possible, shouting "enemy attack", and before he had time to get his armor and weapons, he had to fight the thieves and assassins who suddenly jumped out of the air.

Even if they are fighting the enemy with their bare hands, their hands and feet full of holy light are as hard as pig iron, their forearms are shields, their fingers together are sharp swords, and their fists are the best maces.

It's a pity that the thieves and assassins who participated in this annihilation operation are all top-notch life harvesters in the southern countries, and their quality is very high in all aspects, and there are almost no shortcomings, especially in hand-to-hand combat, in addition to the dagger in their hands, knees, elbows, toes and even foreheads are good killing weapons.

The ascetics who were divided into a single room were sniped by at least two enemies, and in the small room, the former Holy Light Knight's battlefield martial arts and knightly skills could not exert an effective killing effect.

In the blink of an eye, someone was injured and splashed with blood, and suddenly his whole body was numb, and his movements became sluggish, it turned out that these were dark light daggers smeared with poison, and they were specially developed for the high resistance of the Holy Light Knight.

The subordinates of Master Trist, the hand of shadows, are constantly chasing and killing their prey, and the former knight of the Holy Light, who was restrained by his hands and feet, has no hands to help other ascetics.

The former clerics who laid down their maces and shields may be able to recall their mastery of fighting with their muscle memory, and the adjudicators with holy texts in their hands fell to the poisoned knives of thieves and assassins.

The ubiquitous Holy Light did not respond to the call of the ascetics, and countless civilian souls who had been pressed by the Holy See were willing to be driven by the necromancer Rodriguez, gathering their resentment together to form a huge barrier, firmly cutting off the connection between the Holy Light and the monastery of Montenegro.

The only thing that the ascetics can use is the inner light, but unfortunately, the habit of giving up everything makes the concentration of the holy light in the ascetic's body very low, after all, they can call out a large amount of holy light anytime and anywhere on a daily basis.

Because of this, even high-ranking knights are unable to wield holy light weapons, let alone priests and judges, and they can't even summon holy light shields for defense.

The face of the necromancer Rodriguez was hidden in the darkness of the hood, so that the onlookers could not see his current expression clearly, but the ascetic of the former priesthood, who was constantly wailing and wailing, died impotently in the successive assassinations, making him feel the tingling of the current passing through his body, like the heart that bloomed when he was young and lit by the spark of love.

Suddenly remembering the lover who was killed by the paladin Klin, in order to save the lost life, he had to shape her into a high-level undead banshee, and Master Rodriguez's cold heart suddenly ached.

"Death is just the beginning!"

Necromancer Rodriguez waved his hand slightly, and the undead behind him immediately surged up, dragging out the ascetic's corpse and stacking them on top of each other in a specific posture to form a pyramid-like structure.

Drawing on the blood of the priests, the Chaos Gem is the best vessel, not only the decision of the Council of Yoda, who lent the treasure, but also the will of the Nine Hells.

Master Rodriguez stretched out his hand, and the invisible spatial barrier instantly appeared, constantly shrinking inward, squeezing the corpse of the former priest, forcing the blood in his body to flow out.

This pyramid of corpses, with a steady stream of blood, poured into the Chaos Gem like a small waterfall. Strange to say, this crystal ball is like a bottomless stomach pouch of Cerberus, no matter how much blood is poured into it, there is not the slightest sign of overflow.

I don't know how long it took, the pure crystal ball glowed with a hint of red, and it immediately stained the entire Chaos Gem. Immediately afterwards, everyone heard a groan, like a hungry desert traveler drinking the clear spring water in an oasis for many days.

"Uh", burp!

The mission entrusted to the Council of Yoda and the Nine Hells is finally complete, and it is now the turn of the necromancer Rodriguez for his personal purpose.

He carefully took out a snake-eyed yellow gemstone, placed it at the top of the corpse pyramid, and then called out his lover, the banshee Camilla!

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