The Rise of the Cemetery

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Two different strange creations in two worlds fought desperately in the void in front of them in this amazing way.

Celty the Headless Horseman at level 14 faces off against the mysterious Astral Construct.

Both sides are stepping on the void, but they have two completely different power operation modes.

It was just a confrontation that passed by, and the two sides had already hurt each other.

A huge and gleaming metal limb fell down in an arc, smashed through the roof of a wooden house, and disappeared from everyone's sight. And half of the right side of Celti's waist is missing. In the open wound formed by the rotten black blood and dry bones, the black and crystal clear lumbar spine can be directly seen.

It was just a face-to-face meeting, one had a leg cut off, and the other lost half of his waist, they looked evenly divided, neither of them took advantage of the other. However, when Celti rode back from the void, there were bright stars flickering at the intersection of the severed limbs of the astral construct, and a part of it should have grown again by visual inspection.

When it comes to resilience, the Headless Horseman is not far behind. Half of the waist was missing just now. At this moment, countless tough and thick muscle fibers were pulled out from the body at the upper and lower ends of the gap, fluttering and waving in the fierce cold wind, and quickly twisted together to temporarily seal it. wounded.

It can be said that with just a round of horse riding, the injuries of both of them have basically healed nearly half. If you can give them three to five minutes, they will definitely be able to restore the body to its best condition.

It's really a monster vs. monster battle!

The two were fighting fiercely and clangingly in the air, but on the other side, Halfus, who was completely wrapped in a star suit, had landed smoothly on the central street of Palan Town, standing in the shadows with a The man in the cloak faces each other from afar.

"Your Excellency is Karthus, the singer of death, right? As expected, wherever you go, you will spread death everywhere! Why, Your Excellency Karthus led me here on purpose, why? Do you have any extra plans? Do you want to enter that ruin?" With the star suit on his body, Halfus was completely at ease, and even had the idea of ​​keeping the other party here.

This Death Singer is well-known for his sinister and vicious curse techniques. This may be useful to other wizards, but it is useless to him under the protection of the star costume. Taking advantage of the great opportunity that the other party didn't notice for a while, he, Halfus, might really be able to kill this intruder who even the witch gods attach great importance to!

Taking the opportunity of going down to the ground, Halfus also wanted to lure the Deathsinger out. As long as he dared to make a move, Halfus would never miss this best opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop. As for the cloaked man standing in front of his eyes, although his appearance was almost the same as that described in the information transmission, the great wizard recognized at a glance that it was just a specially concocted corpse puppet.

Halfs strode towards the fake while pretending to be arrogant and reckless.

The cloaked man hiding in the shadows in the corner shouted softly, and the undead creatures raging in the entire town began to gather towards this battlefield. Several living corpses gathered around him even grabbed the ground with their limbs, and rushed towards the great wizard madly and violently.

Halfus, who was wrapped in a star costume like an alien version of Gundam, didn't pay attention to these garbage at all. Just pressing the metal bone hand on his body, dozens of metal blades swirled out, surrounding the His body hovered erratically, forming a strange formation of knives.

The swirling array of knives seemed sparse, but in fact they were sparse, leaving no space or opportunity for the living corpses to pass through, and they were turned into a pulp in an instant.

The swarms of undead creatures pounced on them continuously, but there had never been a living creature within ten meters of Halfus. As long as it entered the attack range of the knife array, it would be cut in the shortest possible time. into fragments of corpses. And the great wizard strode forward without stopping, resisting the turbulent crowd of corpses and going upstream, turning the stone road of a small town about ten meters wide into a sticky, slippery slaughterhouse of flesh and blood.

In front of him, there was a dense group of corpses swarming up, howling, and behind him, there were scattered flesh and blood, and it was no longer clear which part of the body came from. Halfus walked steadily and resolutely with his metal boots like cast iron, every step was accompanied by the sound of crackling and bursting flesh and blood, and a line was clearly and vividly printed on the sticky and smelly black blood swamp. Huge footprints.

To deal with those zombie skeletons that are stiff and slow, only the knife array is enough. As for the living corpses that jumped up to the houses on both sides, Halfus smashed them out in a row with his steel fists. The living corpse volleyed and exploded.

Halfus was advancing, and so were the corpses. However, one side is still alive and well, while the other side has dyed the entire central street with paint that has turned into flesh and blood.

This process is not long or short.

If it is long, it is enough for the "Karthus" standing in the shadow of a corner of the long street to complete seven or eight spells. In short, when "Karthus" was sweating profusely and tried all the curse and attack spells, but couldn't cause effective damage to Halfus, the clanging metal figure had already come to his body. before.

Fully wrapped in the star suit, Halfus is 2 and a half meters tall. Standing in front of the thin and crooked man in the cloak, he doesn't need to yell and make gestures. The huge black shadow projected on the opponent's body already gives people an extremely strange feeling. Depressed feeling.

The dark black magical halo in the hands of "Karthus" has not dissipated, and curse runes continue to emerge on Halfus' astral exterior, but they are quickly washed away by the sudden emergence of starlight. Incapable of functioning or penetrating the interior of the Grand Wizard's body.

It seems that this magical star costume outside Halfus's body is indeed a rare good thing. Not only is it solid in nature, but it also possesses the effect of arbitrary deformation and distortion after being combined with psychic powers. It can also use the power of stars to destroy the stability of all magical structures around the body.

This is no less than a small disturbing space.

When encountering such an all-metal combat partner with its own demon-disturbing space, no matter how many wizards are, they will be helpless and can only be forced to fight him hand-to-hand. But if there are wizards who do this, Halfus's astral suit and psychic powers will definitely make the comers suffer a lot.

Fuck, these great wizards who can survive in the chaotic and evil world of wizards don't have a fuel-efficient lamp. Those deficiencies such as lack of spells, lack of protection, and poor mobility have been filled by them in various weird ways, all of which are extremely difficult to deal with.

"Karthus" was still cursing angrily, not noticing that the metal puppet had already slaughtered all the undead servants around him, stretched out a full metal steel hand that looked like a skeleton, and grabbed his neck and killed him. Lifted in the air.

"Your Excellency Karthus, your puppet stand-in is already in my hands. Why, aren't you going to show up?"

Halfus, who was wearing a star suit, was also blocked from using witchcraft, and psychic powers were not good at finding people and things, so he could only use this stupid method to force out the person who was lurking nearby. The body of the Deathsinger.

Yes, that Deathsinger is definitely around!

Although it is impossible to detect his specific location, the dark aura unique to the evil creature has already penetrated deeply into this space, and now it is even more mixed with the pungent and bloody smell that permeates the audience. If it weren't for the barrier of the star outfit, I am afraid that the great wizard who still has a body of most of the human beings would have vomited out long ago.

The great wizards at Halfus' level just discarded humanity, but Karthus, as an alien invader, didn't have it at all. This may be the main reason why they do things more unscrupulously.

With such a moment of hesitation, an extremely powerful evil spirit began to emerge in the arena, and then a large-scale strange magic circle began to slowly appear under the feet of everyone.

Affected by the strange magic circle, the pieces of flesh and blood, bone remains, and internal organs scattered throughout the long street began to slowly gather together and pile up like grass blown by a strong wind, and in an instant, they piled up in the center of the long street. A mountain of meat. But this is not over yet, the corpse puppets controlled by Halfus exploded into black smoke all over the sky with a bang, pouring into this mountain of meat.

Immediately, Roshan began to tremble violently.

Driven by the evil external force, the scattered remains of the body unexpectedly condensed into an ugly and hateful giant standing upright, and slowly stood up on the spot.

When the abominable giant completed all the flesh and blood joints, what appeared in front of Halfus was a terrifying 11-meter-tall mountain of flesh. The entire abominable giant has no head, only two bumpy, thick fleshy legs and arms like an Optimus Pillar. As for its surface skin, it is all made up of incomplete human bodies. The densely packed horror faces are constantly embossed on the body surface, as if trying to break free.

The big mouth on the human face kept opening and closing, making creepy pain. Thousands of voices of pain and wailing gathered together to form a frightening and terrifying sound wave, which could force all living beings who heard it to accept the test of willpower. Once you pass the level, you will fall into a state of leaving your soul that lasts for more than a dozen fingertips of confusion.

Looking up to the sky and roaring silently, the hateful giant, formed by the evil magic that condensed the flesh and blood of all the townspeople, bent down, stretched out its terrifying big hand, and grabbed the metal doll. From its bloody hand that opened suddenly, with Halfus's superhuman vision, he could even clearly see many distorted faces that were constantly opening and closing their mouths and howling in pain.

Halfers was not affected by any external emotions at all, and punched out likewise.

One big and one small, with an iron fist and a palm, two strange weapons with huge differences in size collided together.