The Rise of the Cemetery

Chapter 0245 The Painful King

In the short 2 seconds when it was turned into a fawn, the Berserker Demon was first stunned, then terrified, trying to move his short legs to escape from the five undead surrounding him, but it was too late. All that filled its vision were the five death scythes that grew from small to large, brushing across its petite body in unison.

5 death scythes, 5 red lightning bolts, and 2 of them triggered the death touch when passing by the transformed body of the berserker, and 2 death skulls appeared on the head of the berserker.

As soon as Berserker's body recovered from the malicious transformation effect, its vitality was exhausted. Before it even uttered a cry before death, it fell straight on the hard gravel ground, losing its most precious life.

"Witchcraft", turning the enemy unit into a small animal, he will not be able to attack, use skills or items, only have some passive skills and slow movement speed.

This is a very practical skill. What's even more valuable is that after the enemy unit becomes a small animal, it also inherits the characteristics of this small animal, which is equivalent to losing its own unique defense or magic resistance in disguise. Otherwise, a 5th-level middle-level demon It will not die so simply.

But this skill is not without flaws, that is, it may be resisted by the opponent's strong will, and cannot achieve the effect of malicious transformation. Although demons have strong physical strength, rough skin and thick flesh, they can fight and endure, but their willpower is not commendable. It is difficult to control them, but it is very convenient to induce them.

In the world of the undead, since they are also undead creatures, there is no big problem in suppressing and surrendering, and now it has entered a benign development track of snowballing. But in the bottomless abyss, this trick doesn't work.

Even the low-level cowards, demon wizards have not been able to subdue them. As for the horned demons, potential demons, quasi demons, storm demons, flo demons, etc. who are full of muscles, unless there is someone more They are more violent and cruel guys appear, otherwise it is almost impossible to gather them together.

It is conceivable that the only development mode here is endless killing.

Looking at the huge body of the Berserker on the corpse ground, the demon wizard seemed to see the bloody storm that would blow up not long after, and felt a lot in his heart.

Before the demon wizard could figure out what to do with the skeleton of the berserk demon, a strong wind suddenly hit his face, and a huge shadow enveloped him, and then a huge monster rushed straight down from the sky.

The demon wizard smiled wryly. It seemed that there was only one arrogant guy who could approach him without causing the instinctive counterattack of the five undead around him.

Younv.

The five tall necromancers had no choice but to move their bodies to make room for the bone dragon to accurately land beside the demon wizard.

"Berserker Demon?" There was clearly no one on the bone dragon's back, but You Nu's voice came out clearly.

The bone dragon immediately moved away from the green Berserker's corpse under You Nu's scolding.

Only then did the demon wizard realize his mistake. After staying in the undead world for a long time, he almost forgot that he was also a half-demon physique and would be affected by this stench, so he hurried away from the corpse of the berserk demon. With a wave of his hand, five or six death-controlling witch kings slowly stepped forward to surround the current highest-level trophy, and began to make some preparations for concocting undead.

What the undead pursue is the sea-of-arms tactic of supporting war with battle. After any sizable battle, it is common for troops to lose more than half of their troops. As long as they can have "trophies", as long as the corpse witches still have mana, there will be a steady stream of low-level soldiers. Cannon fodder is available. The nearly 100 demons killed before have been transformed into the same number of fire skeletons.

Yes, Fire Skulls instead of normal Bones Skulls.

Maybe the coward was biased towards the fire attribute, so after being transformed into a skeleton, it has considerable fire resistance, which is not very useful, that is, it can adapt to the environment with attribute bias like the abyss, and it can also add a weak force to each attack. of fire damage. This kind of fire damage may be useful elsewhere, but in the abyss plane, every demon creature has a high fire resistance, and it has almost no effect.

If a Tier 5 Berserker like this is thrown into the Nether Temple of the Cemetery City and transformed, at least a Tier 4 vampire can be obtained, but now it is handed over to the Death-Controlling Witch King, and a Tier 2 ghoul or skeleton can be obtained. It's not bad to be blamed, luck is almost even a level 1 skeleton general may be broken.

Without high-quality cannon fodder, is it possible to send the strongest combat force in every battle? The demon wizard, who has been deeply troubled by this for several days, finally heard some good news from You Nu.

"An ancient castle?" The demon wizard's eyes lit up immediately: "What is the strength of the enemies entrenched inside?"

"A little lord of soul demons, with 1 succubus, 1 vlo, 2 quasai, and a 10-man fire demon squad, more than 50 horned demons, and the rest is 200 Many cowards."

The demon wizard gasped. This is the first battle in the abyss plane. Wouldn't it be too arrogant to choose such a powerful territory to start the war?

"This is already the only demon territory within 300 miles. If you are not satisfied, we can only continue to explore elsewhere!" Younu's cold voice floated out of nothingness, with clanking metal sounds.

"No, just hit this territory." The demon wizard bowed his head and thought for a while, and finally made up his mind.

The strength of this territory is already a little close to the upper limit of his cemetery army, but if he really prepares seriously, the loss should be controlled within an acceptable range. My biggest trouble now is the lack of information about the surroundings, and I don’t even understand the plane I am currently in. If I walk around and run into the vision of a certain abyss lord, it is tantamount to declaring that the master is here this time. The Abyss Raiders failed completely.

Turning around to look at the elite army of the cemetery under his command, the demon wizard's blood was boiling, his fighting spirit was high, he raised his head to the sky and screamed, waved his hand at the target designated by Younu, and left in a billow of smoke and dust.

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The sky and the earth are trembling.

Even though it was night, the two moon disks that hung forever in the sky could not be seen, and the sky was already covered by billowing clouds of smoke. Thunder and lightning are intertwined, illuminating this hell on earth, and at the same time illuminating the black and red sky.

Countless small voices were whimpering and howling, and the shrill voices swirled and surged, always impacting and growing in the mind, and finally merged into a loud bang that paralyzed his mind.

I can't hear any sound anymore, it's not that the sound just disappeared, but it's huge beyond the range I can bear.

Although the voice could not be heard, the grief and resentment that brought together tens of thousands of souls to the extreme were tightly wrapped around his soul, making it impossible for him to find peace every moment.

Countless faces, either distorted, numb, or stern... were presented in front of him one by one. Every face stared at him, stretching out helpless arms, as if asking for help, but more like trying to pull himself into their ranks.

Screaming, the young Hansen? His Majesty Bramilla suddenly sat up on the bed. After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, he buried his pale face deeply in his hands, and a series of teardrops slipped quietly from his fingers.

This is the curse, the curse of thousands of Moror Hed's people who died in misery. As a member of the Bramila royal family, he naturally bears this heavy burden.

They are cursing, they are resenting. Why are they subjected to such torture? Why are they dead, but they are still alive? The Bremila family has enjoyed nearly a thousand years of reverence, but they failed to fulfill their duty of protecting them. This is the sin that I should bear!

Self-blame made Hansen depressed, and resentment made Hansen hate his own incompetence.

Hansen, who was immersed in all kinds of negative emotions, didn't notice that his face became paler, but there was a strange blood red in the depths of his pupils. This point of red seems to have life, drifting and changing in his eyes, constantly devouring the extreme emotions surging up from the bottom of his heart, and gradually developing and growing.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and Hansen's cheeks were getting hot. He tried his best to tear off the collar of the front shirt of his nightgown, trying to make himself breathe more smoothly.

Why did Morjor Hed go through this ordeal? Why is the enemy right in front of me, but I am sitting in a lonely city? Everything is because I don't have the power to change the world.

Power, I want power!

The voice emerging from the bottom of his heart stirred his body and mind, immersing him in infinite hatred and infinite reverie. He didn't notice that the bedroom was gradually filled with red light, and many treacherous and changeable blood-colored talismans had even appeared in the air. arts.

At the same time, in a lonely mage's tower secret room on the northern edge of the city, Archmage Culinax slowly opened his eyes.

The glow of the magic gem on the wall illuminates everything in this space. In the faint dim luster, faintly visible subtle textures are transmitted from under the smooth floor, forming a grand and cumbersome magic circle. It is not a common form of five-pointed and six-pointed magic circle. Various complex patterns and runes are arranged in a staggered manner, interlocking with each other, and the complicated awn points on the approximate ring-shaped magic circle support the most central point. That deep shadow.

If you look closely, you will find that the human figure outlined by the shadow is seven or eight points similar to the young His Majesty Hansen, and the core of the shadow is wrapped with a bright blood clot.

The blood clot is not static, but constantly rolling and swelling, as if there is a deformed and twisted strange bug hiding inside, trying to tear off the sticky blood film outside, and occasionally you can hear one or two The sound made the teeth sour.

As the blood mass churned, an inexplicable red mist drifted out from the inside, and the red mist was trapped in the invisible and deep shadow by the outer circular magic circle, gathering more and more. Suddenly, the thick red mist converged into a huge prism-shaped crystal on the chest of the shadow. s eyes!