At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the famous jade carving master Lu Zigang, the seal, calligraphy, painting art into the jade plate, a time famous, later generations called it "Zigang brand", one of which has no ornamentation, take its homonym, "nothing (ornament) card", deeply loved by the public, is widely spread.

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The grass withered, the air was cloudy, and the corpses covered in floating earth lit soul fires and clumsily got up. As Franki moved, the landscape changed at a rate visible to the naked eye, forming a Necromantic Paradise within a five-kilometer radius centered on the Immortal Banner. In order to ensure that the base camp is always in a habitable state, the "Immortal Flag" should have been planted on the flag-raising platform, but because the battle against the Dance of Justice cannot afford to lose, Frankie must take the military flag with him if he wants to go all out.

Now he holds the flag in his right hand and the Nothing in his left - he takes it with him wherever he goes, and that starts before he goes on a campaign, when Frankie was summoned by his generals.

The general is the mentor of June Sunshine and is said to have the strength of a "demigod". When Frankie stood in front of his generals again, he knew that the other party was far above him. What "demigods"? It is clearly a god who walks in the world!

"Nothing to do, nothing to do." The general waved his hand, and a white jade brand crossed the arc and fell on Frankie's hand, which felt smooth to the touch: "The most worrying thing before I leave is you, ask me to take care of you, I think about it, but this brand is suitable for you." It has a chance to bend the laws of the world, which is equivalent to the 'Freedom of War'. You have recently had a catastrophe, something that should have been robbed, or something that should have been robbed. ”

Frankie suddenly felt that the brand in his hand weighed more than a thousand pounds, and immediately knelt down on one knee: "Thank you, master, thank you, Lord General!" ”

Nothing to do: The Ancient Gods and Demon Generals made with 500,000 Mold Rangers. Combat ends immediately after use, and any target's aggro towards self is transferred to another target. The binding object is Frankie.

The generals will never do anything meaningless, maybe the dance of justice is the catastrophe of fate. But necromantic creatures don't know how to be afraid, and even if they don't have a Nothing to do, Frankie will fight.

Minnie Mouse was with her, the mold leader, peeking in awe at the idle card from time to time, and if she wasn't lucky enough, she would be part of the sign at this time. She cautiously asked, "The Dance of Justice is already in battle, why don't you go full speed?" ”

"If I take over too soon, Evil will be very angry, so let's let him kill him first." Frankie replied.

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Kaka the fox commanded a group of ghosts to fly to the top of the mountain, and a tall shadow fell over it to the sound of horses' hooves. Its fur stood on end, and it quickly supported itself with its tail, and said respectfully, "What are your orders, Lord Nave?" ”

It's Judge Necromancy, Nave. She lifted her helmet and visor (her fair face glowed coldly in the night) and looked at Kaka condescendingly, "Fuel tactics? ”

"As you can see." In front of the military judge, Kaka didn't dare to say a word, saying a lot of mistakes.

"Why?"

"Tired soldiers. Intermittent attacks, which give the enemy a rare leisure time, force the enemy to switch frequently between tension and relaxation, and are more effective in accumulating the fatigue of living beings than fierce battles. ”

When Nave heard this, she nodded noncommittally

Head, riding away, Kaka dared to relax. It was afraid that if it had behaved too badly before, it would be punished by Lord Neve according to military law, knowing that she had the power of life and death - no, it had to do something!

It rolled its eyes, took it into account, and commanded, "Give that one to Vincent." ”

At this moment, the ghosts were all wiped out, and there was no suspense, but unfortunately none of the ghosts could get close enough to the Dance of Justice to see how he was doing. Mages use [Meditation] to restore their mental power, and if [Meditation] is constantly interrupted, the effect will be very poor, even if it is a three-turn professional. The remnants of the Righteous Dance must have a very low spiritual power, otherwise with his jealous and hateful character, he would have been unable to resist going down the mountain a long time ago. He tried to reduce his consumption as much as possible, presumably in order to stay in the best shape for the face of Lord Franchi.

Righteous Dance is a great god-level adventurer, and Lord Frankie is a super-level magical beast, their strength is as unfathomable as a sea of bones, and the impact that outsiders below the third turn can have on them is simply insignificant, but even so, Kaka also wants to create a chance for Lord Frankie as much as possible, even if there is only a 0.5% difference, and the human race must also have the same idea to fight for Justice Dance. Not all heroes deserve this kind of treatment, just because they are very special: one is the oracle of the Adjudicator Angel and the absolute nemesis of necromantic creatures, and the other is a super-level monster and a guardian hero who has a greater role than the other heroes to determine the course of this war.

"Hey! Hold on and see how I crush them! ”

Soon, Vincent was on the front line again, and he didn't forget to cheer the adventurer on, even when everyone urged him to shut up. In addition to [continuous shooting], he also has [Fierce Throw] with his body leaning back, supporting his body with one hand, and throwing with both hands, treating himself as a small catapult, extending the height of his attack by ten meters and the distance of his attack by fifty meters. Between his palms he held a white pillar (the "one" that Kaka confessed), about the width of twenty bone spears tied together, and the length of the bone spear. He was obviously a little decrepit, because the material of this white pillar was a "soul energy plate" that could absorb the spirit seed. The reason why he was able to stand firm was because he had been modified by Lord Fermat, and part of his body was mechanical, and other power other than Lingzi was used as an energy source.

He struggled to hold on to the pillar, his whole body creaking, and the frightening array of adventurers made room for him. In fact, the pillar was not heavy, and it flew high into the air with a swish, and then crashed into the enemy's position, falling apart and exploding a puff of black fog.

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The eye-eyed shooter is still sitting, saving physical strength as much as possible, this is one of the basic military qualities of a soldier, you must know that the battle situation is changing rapidly, it is possible that one minute you are still eating, the next minute you have to fight, so you must seize every opportunity to rest on the battlefield, but unfortunately the layman does not understand this truth - the woman has been running around collecting materials, as if she has endless energy, if this energy can be used in housework, she will become the most powerful housewife. The eye-catching shooter thought to himself, maybe he had been restricted from moving by the wooden flail for too long, so he was only compensating for more activities now?

The soldiers distrusted necromancers, requiring them to wear shackles that limited their magical powers, and not to carry sharp weapons. Just being forced to cut off the nails is considered a good treatment, and I heard that some companies have necromancers who want it

Extracted front teeth. Necromancers who have been subjected to inhuman treatment certainly don't really serve their lives, but the Astanthals don't care at all.

Soldiers trust adventurers more than necromancers, and the gaps in the line of defense that have been swept out by flies have now been filled by adventurers. The Dusk Empire's desire to drain the human army with fueling tactics is a good idea, but humans can also cope by alternating shifts between natives and adventurers. Adventurers have a variety of professions and are therefore capable of most missions, and some adventurers' guilds can also bind members to become a disciplined force. The only fly in the ointment is that the adventurers are too shrewd, and the Astantes have limited payouts to attract powerful adventurers. No, in fact, there are exceptions, the priest of charisma, the dance of justice, is willing to fight, given his status, he is paid a negligible amount, which is equivalent to serving the army without pay, which makes the people of Astant have a great affection for him.

Well? The eye-eyed shooter stood up, and he saw Vincent come to the front again. What does the Twilight Empire want to do? Suddenly, a bright light burst out in front of him, and a puff of blue mist emerged from his own position, and the mist immediately converged into soul fire, accompanied by a piercing [Death Scream]! Immediately after that, with it as the center, a circle of warm-colored soul fire was extinguished out of thin air! Without warning, it is convenient to go crazy with attrition!

"Run, it's Etill Leeson—"

Before the name could be called, the player's voice stopped abruptly.

It is the high-end combat power of the Dusk Empire, the incarnation of death (imitation), Aidil Leesen. Ettiel Leeson's soul is so powerful that it can't be hidden, why did it appear suddenly, could it be that it has recently mastered skills such as [Teleportation]? Unbeknownst to the Eyed Shooter, there is an item called the "Soul Energy Plate" that can seal soul energy, so his vision is empty and cannot be warned until the moment Etil Leessen is released! The "Soul Energy Plate" was originally used to imprison the restless Etill Leeson, but at this time it has become its best cover!

Ethiel Leeson's soul is different, the fire is still strong, the important thing is that there is a golden column of words in the center of the soul fire, as long as anyone sees this column of words, they can immediately cross the language barrier and comprehend the meaning of the words: death. Etil Leeson is a facsimile of the Grim Reaper, a relationship between God and the Messenger that is far closer than the relationship between God and believers.

Life and death are at stake. The blinding shooter's heart was beating faster, and despite the numbness and pain in his brain, he activated the [Rational Horizon] again. He knew that the opponent's attack range was larger than it seemed, and many of his comrades died in vain because they got too close.

The Grim Reaper swept in like a wind, swinging his scythe.

The distance between the two sides is 9.8 meters.

With the blessing of the [Rational Vision], the Blind Eye Archer clearly controlled the data needed to turn around, and he was sure to dodge. As he stepped back, he glanced at the soul fire beside him again.

The woman is 8 meters away from death.

The woman's stride is 0.5 meters.

It's too late.

This stupid woman. The eye-eyed shooter sneered, stopped retreating, and slammed into the woman with a fit. The woman screamed and rolled to the ground, looking up to complain, only to see the archer cut in two, blood gushing from the section, and the dry earth greedily sucking his life. And just like that, an ambitious warrior died in obscurity.