The Rise of the Cemetery

Fighting in the enemy's henchman, Halfus must ensure that there are no gaps for the enemy to exploit.

Otherwise, it only needs a little bit of insignificant defense loopholes, and the highly poisonous flesh and blood, and the strange and evil curse may penetrate into the body and become the cause of defeat. As for these catalyzed corpses, apart from consuming some energy, they did not pose much threat to him at all.

However, he had already consumed a lot of star quality because of this, and even the star suit covering his entire body was a bit thinner. If he hadn't discovered traces of intruders during a spiritual search just now, he might have already rushed out of this dangerous situation and tried to find other ways to find the traces of the Death Singer.

But the looming evil aura only lingers around him, but it is slippery and tight, and does not meet him at all, making his efforts to get closer several times were destroyed by the swarming corpse monsters.

The enemy is trying to consume the ectoplasm outside his body!

Instantly understanding the intruder's intentions, Halfus turned his head and tried to break out. But how did he know that the hating giant at this moment has completely changed his form. Except for the pair of huge fleshy arms that remained, all the external bodies have been slowly dissolved and refilled back into the main body, completely turning itself into a big meat ball—a big meat ball that binds the enemy in the body.

Corpse monsters made up of broken limbs, strange blood sausages made up of countless human intestines, sticky and thick rotten plasma... These extremely filthy things filled the inside of the big meat ball, creating a terrifying scene. And the strange home of the undead tried every means to keep Halfus, who was wearing a star, in his body.

As for the body surface of the big meat ball, all kinds of weird, evil, and vicious curse runes began to appear on and off. Obviously, the invisible Karthus used the big meat ball as a different kind of blood and flesh soup pot.

This flesh and blood stew, which gathered the bodies and souls of nearly a thousand living beings in the entire town of Paland, has already begun to show its power.

Numerous ghosts of the new dead with horrifying shapes and distorted consciousness shuttled and wailed inside the meat ball, trying to find their former host from the blurred ball of blood and meat sauce. Countless curse runes were mixed in the stinky and filthy blood, constantly washing the star suit outside Halfus' body, trying to find a breakable gap from it.

Although most of these evil and filthy things have been purified and decomposed by the constantly blooming starlight, there are still a lot of dark matter stubbornly attached to the surface of the star suit, where the corrosion sizzles. The surface of the original blue and crystal-clear star suit has already appeared large and small "mildew spots", and they are constantly wriggling and expanding, which is shocking.

Halfus, who was still calm just now, was also sweating profusely at the moment. Countless corpse demons and blood sausages came from all directions one after another, not seeking to hurt him, but to restrain him in place. The dirty blood that filled the entire space was mixed with a more vicious dark curse, desperately washing away the star suit on his body, consuming the star power on it, and there was a viciousness to grind him to death inside.

This is probably the most hated point about undead casters!

They often make inhumane acts of massacring villages and villages, in order to obtain a lot of benefits for free undead servants. Fighting against them, what one side consumes is real mental power and a total amount of effective mysterious ectoplasm, while what the other party consumes is nothing but free subordinates and innocent lives. As for the loss of the undead spellcaster itself, it is very small, or they have passed on their loss to other aspects.

In short, it is the least cost-effective thing to fight with them.

However, Halfus was caught off guard for a while and let himself fall into the opponent's flesh and blood trap. Now it is difficult to get out.

Although he struggled desperately, the big meat ball lost a lot of materials. The original 9-meter-diameter sphere is now only 6 meters left, but there is only a thin layer of the star suit outside Halfus's body, and it will soon be impossible to maintain the previous fully enclosed fighting state.

In such a dangerous environment, once the star suit is damaged and flooded with a large amount of filthy blood, I am afraid that this 8-ring wizard will really fall under the pervasive and insidious curse of Karthus.

Eager to break through, Halves no longer dared to be stingy with his mana. All kinds of powerful psychic magic surged wildly around him, smashing all the blood sausages and strange monsters that restrained his movements into dust and powder, and then the star costume suddenly deformed and sprayed wildly, sweeping out in front of him. Created a fan attack wave enough to escape.

All the flesh and plasma that came into contact with the celestial substance along the way were purified by the sudden burst of star power, leaving Halfus a passage to escape, allowing him to rush out of the big meat ball with blood splashing all over the sky.

With just one blow, Halfus consumed all his ectoplasm, barely relying on the protection of the mental barrier and the mental force field to rush into the night sky.

Suddenly escaped, stood proudly in the void again, and sniffed the pungent and choking horrible breath, but Halfus felt a sense of relief of being reborn, and at the same time, a shadow of awe of the undead spellcaster was cast in his heart.

These guys are horrible!

All kinds of extremely weird attack methods are simply unheard of.

If Halfus wasn't a powerful wizard with special means, I'm afraid that the prison of flesh and blood just now would be his death, and his own flesh and blood would also become a part of that huge ball of flesh.

With some apprehension, only 40% of the remaining mana of Halfus disappeared into the depths of his body crazily, transforming into magical witch power, and he planned to escape back to the solid and safe rock battle fort.

But just as he was frantically casting spells to escape from this dangerous situation, Halfus suddenly saw a black spot on his dancing right hand.

It was just a negligible black spot the size of a soybean, maybe it was a drop of blood that accidentally splashed on him when he broke through just now. But for some reason, the moment he saw this black spot, Halfus' heart trembled.

For this reason, he even stopped the almost finished casting, and stretched out his trembling left hand to brush away the black spot. But after trying several times, the black spot seemed to grow in the flesh. Not only did it fail to flick off, but twisted and squirmed like a living thing, spreading towards the surrounding flesh and blood.

Now Halfus became even more flustered!

A series of potions were poured down, a large amount of ointment was applied to the black spot, and he even reactivated the mysterious ectoplasm to burn it... But none of this could stop the spread of the black spot. Halfus yelled in horror, gritted his teeth for the last time, and pulled out a sharp short blade from his waist with a bang.

"Ah..." With a heart-piercing scream of extreme pain, Halfus cut off his right arm with one elbow.

A large canopy of hot blood with body temperature sprinkled in the air, accompanied by the half of the arm that fell to the dust in response. With the vision of everyone present, you can even see the pale and helpless fingers on that arm twitching gently...

How dare Halfus, who was hit so hard by this, dare to stay longer, and together with the ripples of his mind, he recalled the astral construct that was still fighting madly with the Headless Horseman, protecting himself and rushing back to the rock battle castle like crazy.

When the battlefield returned to tranquility, the headless horseman Serti, who was covered in bruises, rode his horse to the vicinity of the meat ball. A hazy figure was floating on the top of the meat ball at this moment, looking at the direction in which the great wizard fled.

"What should we do next, Lord Karthus?"

"Chasing, go directly to the rock fortress. He doesn't have much fighting power now!"

The words of the hazy figure were ambiguous, but Celti seemed to understand, turned around and galloped on the horse, and the big meat ball seemed to suddenly have a sense of wisdom, rolling quickly, chasing behind the headless horseman, towards the distant rock The battle castle rolled all the way.

...

The rocky battle fort under the night is already in chaos.

With the defeat of the 8th Ring Wizard of Halves, the guards in the entire rock castle were mobilized. When Karthus drove the big meat ball and rolled all the way to the entrance of the battle fort, the lights inside were already brightly lit, ready to fight.

This is a war fortress built to maintain the underground altar. The main body of the entire fortress and the auxiliary facilities are made of thick and solid long strips of bluestone. Stone rooms, stone corridors, stone towers, stone gates...even all the tables, chairs and beds are also made of stone.

Such a battle castle is not afraid of fire attack at all.

The narrow and strong gate, the boring and long and narrow corridor simply cannot allow two people to pass side by side. Such an arrangement would make the attackers unable to extend their formation, and could only passively crowd in those dazzling underground mazes, and be wiped out bit by bit by the guards with crossbow arrows and flame-breathing mechanisms.

It's a pity that these battle castles designed with a large group of enemies as imaginary enemies are far from enough to deal with the undead attacking tonight.

The originally huge meat ball, which couldn't enter the rock fort at all, suddenly stopped at the entrance of the fort, with many fleshy tentacles protruding from its body like an octopus. These thick tentacles covered with slime stretched out, crazily beating and hitting the main body of the rock fortress, and the stone chips they beat flew up, filling the air with dust.

Taking advantage of the gaps where the guards hurriedly evaded, the big meatballs pressed the front ends of their tentacles against the many openings on the rocky battle fort. After a burst of body squirming and tremors, the tide-like small ghouls were transported to the inside of the battle fort through pipes.

Most of these openings densely covered in rock battle fortresses are shooting ports of war towers, ventilation windows between fortresses, or just observation windows on the tower body... These openings are as big as a human head and as small as a fist. At this moment, the hole has become the best channel for the enemy to invade. The ghoul's weak and boneless body can easily squeeze into the inside of the battle fort, even if there are a few scratches in the process, no one will care.

Almost instantly, all the frontal spaces of the rocky battle fort erupted into life-and-death struggles.

Narrow and unforgiving terrain may be the best way to limit the quick movement of outsiders. But put you in a small back room with two or three slime-covered, plague-fly-infested ghouls, and you'll probably stop thinking about it.

Well-trained wizard guards with complete armor are all powerful elites capable of slaughtering lions and tigers, but they are still no match for the ferocious bite of the ghoul. The reverberation spread in the gloomy underground corridor, and it lingered for a long time.