"Discover the June Sun!"

Upon hearing the news, Ed Goodson, the "Bad Face", laughed. His laughter was dry and subdued, the decibel level was so low that it was hard to hear, but his subordinates knew it was a sign of his excitement, because he usually didn't smile.

After laughing for only a few seconds, an order came from behind the mask: "Vince, you set up the [Shackles of Eternal Death] nearby as originally planned; Henry, you lead the team to introduce the June Sunshine into the ambush circle; Bonie, you maneuver. I don't need to say much about the importance of this operation, whoever dares to let him escape will jump into the pool and think about it. ”

All the subordinates shivered at the same time. The "pool" Ed refers to the huge ceremonial pool in the lobby of the Dark Church headquarters, which no one can climb up when they are thrown down. Although the mission was carried out by the elite of the Goodson family, Ed would not be open for the sake of his relatives. Ed's temper has grown worse and worse since his face was ruined, and his methods are notoriously cruel, and it is better to fall into the hands of other archdeacons than in his hands, to be honest.

The execution speed of the dark church is still very fast, and the personnel are in place one by one like chess pieces. This time, they dispatched a total of more than a hundred people, but there were ten ghost staff mages inside, which Archdeacon Goodson had spent a lot of effort cultivating. Three of them led the necromancers to make contact with the June Sunshine first, casting the [Dark Sky].

"Deliberately attracting attention?" Ed picked up his wand and exhaled softly, his mask covered in frost crystals. "June Sunshine, do you really think you're smart?"

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"Open your eyes and the world changes dramatically. If you live a mediocre life, it will be difficult to change your humility when you die. Listen to the guidance of the heart and cut off the boundless grievances; Throw yourself into the arms of the night and forget the old edges. Come back, there's one more time to play......"

In the black mist, there was a vaguely familiar ballad, and with the rhythmic low sound of the ghost staff hitting the ground, it made people feel inexplicably reassuring. After a long period of research by necromancers, this version of [Soul Call] is more likely to confuse the soul fire, making it much more likely that the other party will sign a soul contract. If there is any difference between it and other [Soul Call], it is that after a round of chanting, you can continue to sing on the end note, and continue to sing until the other party signs a contract or the magic backlashes. To normal human ears, it sounds like a ghost chattering, but to a newly awakened necromantic creature it sounds like the gentlest hypnosis session.

As the name suggests, a necromancer is a mage who specializes in necromantic creatures. If the boundary between life and death is a mysterious door, then their lifelong quest is to find out what is going on behind the door. Their continuous research for thousands of years has led to a complete system of necromantic magic, and even the peak of "how to make a contract with necromantic creatures and control them". In a sense, necromancers are the necromantic creatures. For example, Rasputin Grigory once forced the Netherlands to sign a soul contract, and in the same way that some of the most accomplished necromancers have the ability to enslave the Necromantic King.

"Hosts, they're idiots, aren't they?" The skeleton in the suit shook his head.

If you can count on the [Soul Call] to conquer the Necromantic King, it is better to expect to rub the glass beads repeatedly with your hands to turn them into pearls. Necromancers are born with a strong will and will not be swayed by Soul Call, but necromancers certainly have more than that. The black mist gradually revealed a doorway, and a figure walked out of it.

The skeleton in the suit instantly stood up and turned back into a white-bone tyrant, but this king no longer had his usual calmness, but was stunned.

(Xue Duo exclaimed, "What are you doing!") What's going on?! ”）

In front of him was an old skeleton with a hunched back, this skeleton stroked its non-existent beard, and said with a smile: "I have been waiting for the arrival of a warrior. ”

Qingyi was stunned for about two seconds before he smiled: "Old immortal, it's good to see you again." Then his [Soul Force Field] spread out, and the soul surging in the dark could tear the old skeleton into powder in an instant. As soon as the old skeleton died, the black mist immediately rolled and filled the space, leaving no gaps.

In the corner of the black mist, a necromancer screamed and fell to the ground heavily, with thin blood lines flowing out of his facial features, as if there were many red earthworms coming out. He underestimated the willpower of the Necromantic King, after all, the Necromantic King is a monster of monsters, and his heart is harder than iron and stone. Either way, he shouldn't have too much faith in Confusion.

Qingyi was just about to start, and suddenly scolded helplessly: "Your system, I didn't expect this to be Frankie's defect......" He returned to Frankie, only to see the big dog lying on the ground, sticking out his tongue and smirking, where is there still a fierce appearance? And the most frightening thing is that its eyes are dyed gray, and its soul is obviously polluted.

Anniegill stood aside at a loss: "I didn't do anything! ”

"It's its own problem. [Confusion] is a kind of illusion that allows the subject to see the most important person, and this pokes at our weakness - everyone knows that necromantic creatures are resurrected because they are obsessed with the past, and seeing the most important person will of course be chaotic. If you want to get rid of your confusion, you just need to know that what you see is just an illusion. ”

Qingyi stretched out a hand and instilled soul energy in Frankie, while he couldn't help but look at Annie Gill a few more times. [Confusion] is useful for both living and dead souls, this child can stay awake, to put it mildly, it is rational to the extreme, and to say that it is as ruthless as the king of the necromancy.

By the time Frankie shook his head and regained consciousness, Qingyi had already moved on. It was a very shameful thing to be controlled by the enemy's magic, but the master didn't say anything, which made Frankie both ashamed and grateful. In fact, even if it knew it was seeing a fake owner, it didn't dare to show its fangs at it.

After losing two moves in a row, the necromancers didn't admit defeat, after all, they were determined to pay any price before the battle. One by one, the wand mages quickly took their positions, stood still in the streets and houses, and inserted their wands into the ground. They began to chant: "O wandering sinner, this is the native land." I grant you a momentary pause, O sinner who shall not sleep......" The ghost staff lit a gray soul fire, like a gray torch, exuding a disgusting, ominous atmosphere.

The rest of the Ghost Staff Mages ran fast with their staffs in their hands, outflanking the Bone Tyrant. Their mission is to force June Sunshine into an ambush. To this end, they did not hesitate to use all kinds of rare props to blind the perception of the June sun.

[The Soul Force Field is disturbed and cannot be detected in most areas.] ]

[An ambush is expected thirty meters ahead.] ]

[The enemy's mobile forces will pull us into the ambush circle with all their might.] ]

Frankie sneezed. The smell of onions in the air is too strong, but its sense of smell is too sensitive to escape even if it covers its nose.

Qingyi said with a smile: "'Funeral potion', this is what a certain grand guild used when pushing a necromantic boss, which made the boss blind." But I've only seen it once, and the Church of Darkness is really willing to spend money. Frankie, step back. ”

The Red Devil Hound faithfully obeyed his master's orders and jumped back in an instant, but it was still stained with something, and he suddenly felt a little drowsy. It could feel that there were props at work within a radius of ten meters in front of it—it was "Death Dust", and although this rarity could also be held by the Dark Church, it was surprising in its weight.

And Qingyi is within the coverage of the "dust of death".

"Hit the target!" A voice in the darkness cried out in joy.

Anniegill frowned, but said nothing, and Frankie jumped back again. Although they were worried about Qingyi, they didn't act rashly, because they both knew that since the White Bone Tyrant had calculated the crisis, he would not be unprepared.

[Progress bar 41%, start timer.] ]

The skeleton in the suit habitually tugged at his tie: "It's always a home advantage for me, how embarrassing is this, hahaha!" ”

Even if it is a necromantic king, after being affected by the "dust of death", of course, it will be like having myasthenia, and it will be crumbling. But Qingyi has his own way of coping, which is very simple and rude, that is, directly let Xue Duo take over the body. The dominance of the body of the "seriously ill" can be handed over to the parasite, and Xue Duo is a shadow demon who is not afraid of the "dust of death" at all.

Having said that, the "seriously ill" can cope with a variety of situations, and the combat effectiveness is outrageously high, so it is no wonder that one ancestor after another has risked losing his freedom to break the taboo door. Even Qingyi felt that he was becoming more and more dependent on the "seriously ill person", and used it as a last resort every time he solved the scene. Of course, this is not a good phenomenon, because when the progress bar comes to an end, Xue Duo will be able to completely control his body, and Qingyi can only humbly live in his own shell from now on. Therefore, every percentage point of the progress bar is very precious, and Qingyi can only achieve the plan by squandering the percentage points, just like drinking to quench his thirst.

Swish!

Dark waves! Something is waving at high speed, and it actually expels the rich dark elements into an empty wave! The skeleton in the suit snorted, raised his hand and grasped it firmly, and found that it was a ghost staff. The stinging sound of the contact between the body of the staff and the white bones is like a small insect gnawing at the white bones.

Perhaps sensing that the White Bone Tyrant had not completely lost his ability to move, the other party shouted and launched an attack again, but he couldn't see his movements clearly in the dark, and could only feel that it was a hand-to-hand combat technique - the physical fitness of the Ghost Wand Mage was better than that of most mid-level warriors, and naturally there were also warrior skills. The skeletal hand in the suit still grasps the end of the ghost staff, "fragmented" and launched casually, and his body sometimes falls apart and sometimes reorganizes with the opponent's movements, and he never retreats a step, but it seems to be playing a game with the other party.

Stop playing and lead them to Jonny. Qingyi Road.

"Got it!" The skull in the suit jerked forward and attached to the wand mage, its body falling apart and regrouping into a humanoid white bone mask covered with bone spurs (shaped like an Iron Maiden), enveloping the enemy inside. I only heard the terrible screams, and dozens of trembling blood streams splattered from the white bones. After brutalizing and killing one person, the skeleton in the suit satisfactorily launched the [Shadow Jump] and left the scene of the crime.

When they smell blood, carnivores tend not to back down, but to go even crazier. Necromancers unleash sweeping blows on the streets, walls crumbling where the magic passed, dust rising from the black fog and spreading gray flags across the night sky.