Such words make no sense. Lu Xi? Belencaster, want my head? Then use your sword to take it. Either our men will be the first to destroy this strange wall of stance behind you, or I will personally shut you up for good...... Of course, you may still have a chance to fight for the slim chance of victory. Per cent? Thousandth? Or one in 10,000? A deep voice came from Ugin's mask, and the eerie aura seemed to condense frost directly into the air.

"Ha, this is clearly the line of the big boss's standard death flag, and you just said it so openly?" Lu Xi smiled happily. He felt that just by virtue of the other party's lines of raising the flag, everyone had already won half of the victory.

Of course, whether it is a flag or a mouth cannon, it is some kind of invisible and untouchable metaphysics, and in the final analysis, it still needs to be down-to-earth and copy the knife.

“…… Even a one-in-a-million chance is worth the fight. However, what if this guy unleashes a whole bunch of puppet clones to be substitutes for the dead? As long as we rush out twenty more units of that kind together, we won't have a chance at all. The half-elf swordsman stared

"He couldn't even put one." Hurricane said slowly in a calm tone: "I have already said before that those sub-bodies of the Black Duke are, to put it bluntly, a kind of alchemy puppet, which is just a kind of alchemy puppet, which is just a kind of spiritual power action and battle. We all know that most alchemy puppets fight with the good instructions and battle instincts set at the beginning, as well as the simple passwords of their masters, but some magicians are good at communicating between the soul and the spirit world. But he can extend and link his soul to the puppet, as if covering his own soul. It's like a different body. If he himself is still a master of martial arts, of course, he can also make those stiff and clumsy constructors perform subtle tricks. ”

Tempest looked at the Black Duke, who was silent. He continued: "The dignified Necromantic Knight Commander has more spiritual power and magic than most necromancers and even lichs, and the puppets he personally created and manipulated can not only share his complete spirit and vision, but also share a certain amount of his magic power, and in the same way, he can also exert his superior martial arts and refined combat experience that belong to the body." ”

For fear that everyone wouldn't understand, Lu Xi opened his mouth and added: "For a simple example, if the synchronization rate of an ordinary magician and an alchemy puppet is 50%. And he can only control one unit, but the black duke can control more than ten or twenty units, and the synchronization rate is 99%. So you get the idea, right? ”

“…… No, because there are so many inexplicable new words, I don't understand it even more. Gillett smiled wryly.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, the big universe observers outside the box must have understood." After Lu Xi said such nonsense in a serious tone, he said: "To put it bluntly, this guy's body is not a living mortal body like us, and his spirit and soul don't need to be bound by bloodline all the time. Of course, I'm used to possessing people everywhere. ”

"Okay...... You said that the body of the black duke is not a physical mortal, so what is this thing in front of you? Don't tell me that I'm another puppet. ”

"In a sense, it is......" before Gillitt's face changed. Lu Xi said in a calm tone again: "Even Brother Gillett knows this common sense, right?" The strength of an alchemy puppet is often related to its material. This armored puppet in front of us. Almost an alloy of ebonite and star iron, the mask is Ugin of extremely high purity. The armor is carved with priceless gems, and it also forms an exquisite circle of energy gathering. And...... A very important space circle. At first glance, this guy is similar to the puppets we took down before, but just look closely. The value of the materials alone is completely out of par, not to mention the subtle arcane treatments, if you have to take an example, what we just killed was a bunch of Zagu, and now this thing is a fully functional and powerful Gundam. ”

"Okay, I do understand your desire to share your mood and intelligence with me, but I really don't understand what you're saying? As I said earlier, please don't invent new words to explain something! ”

"I just said that, but I didn't explain it to you anyway."

While spitting with Lu Xi, Killitt stroked his chin and thought secretly, "But is there really a difference?" I don't see it at all. Originally, I thought that I had been a mercenary for decades and an adventurer for more than ten years, but I still had some confidence in identification. ”

Of course he couldn't see it. In order to prevent his "body" and doppelganger from being easily recognized, the black duke naturally used a lot of alchemy and magic on it, and even included a lot of spatial interference and prophecy interference. If there is no master prophecy master, it will not be possible to pick out the only Gundam from the large crowd of Zagu if it takes a while to open the master prophecy spell to deduce the past and future of these armors, especially when this Gundam is also replaced with a round head. Of course, he didn't know that the reason why Lu Xi was able to see through the other party at a glance was not because he obtained the legendary almighty golden pupil, but purely because he glanced at the kryptonite dog eye twice.

However, Gillett also decided to believe Luci. It was not based on any rational judgment, but he chose to believe.

"So, why do you say that this is the essence of Angmar now?" The half-elf swordsman asked, "Even if it is a puppet with excellent workmanship and materials, it is still a puppet!" ”

"Because the Black Duke Angmar, after all, is a necromantic knight, not a lich!" There was a subtle hint of pity in Tempest's tone: "We all have the illusion that the Necronomical Order is a faction that can be equal to the Council of the Dead formed by the Lich, but this qiē is actually just an illusion brought about by their powerful commander alone. Don't forget, the Plague King himself was a member of the Lich before stealing the Godhead? For lichs, whether it's skeletons, zombies, ghouls, ghosts, bone dragons. Or the Necromantic Knights, they are just a branch of the undead army they create and control. Think about it: though they are all the living dead. They are all undead lords, but this group of necromantic knights has no means to control Zuò horcruxes and life boxes. Nor can the fire of the soul and the source of life be separated by arcane means. This is the biggest and most fundamental difference between their wretched thugs and those high-ranking lichs. ”

In the face of the conversation between the three of them as if no one was around, the black duke did not say a word, but silently raised his two-handed sword and made a gesture of preparing to attack.

"Even if it is the Black Duke Angmar, the strength of the soul no longer needs the physical body to support it, but it still needs a body to maintain its physical existence. Well, this one is finely crafted. The indestructible magic armor made of a variety of priceless rare metal alloys became the best choice. Lu Xi said: "However, he was still not at ease, so he made a batch of identical puppets with slightly cheaper materials." In the event of a very dangerous battle, his main body can mentally operate these puppet battles. Of course, this gives people a shadow doppelganger-like effect, and the shock to the enemy is indeed great. I think many people suddenly see seven or eight black dukes popping up in front of them. The first reaction must be to turn around and run for your life, or even be scared on the spot, right? That's it, 'The Black Duke will have infinite clones', 'The Black Duke has countless bodies', 'Every time the Black Duke kills someone.' will add a life to yourself' and other bizarre urban legends, and they have been handed down like this. Actually, in battle. His body had long been hiding, and he didn't know that the cat was in that horn. ”

"Hide?" Gillett deserves to be Killit. Lu Xi expressed such a big emotion, and he captured the most important information in an instant.

"Yes. Hide. This guy has a dimensional magic weapon on him, similar to equipment like a space bag, which can open a subspace, and those puppets are placed inside. However, unlike ordinary space bags, he can also receive his 'essence' into the subspace, and poke out his spiritual power from the cracks in the dimension, controlling the puppet battle in the main plane. It's a pity that no matter how hidden the Yuan Gap is this time, the gap is also a timely gap, which leaves a flaw for himself to invade by magic. Because of this, I was able to take the opportunity to activate the high-level spatial interference magic, completely destroying his subspace, and then driving out its 'body'. Tempest replied.

"It's not just space interference magic, it's clearly a map cannon in the space realm! Do you know that even my space bag was wailing just now, looking like it could fall apart at any time. It contains at least half of my net worth, and the gems and valuable crafts alone are worth at least thirty or fifty thousand, and if they are all gone, we will definitely not be able to be friends. Lu Xi couldn't help but add, revealing a palpitating expression.

"Gee, even my space bag is under a lot of pressure." Hurricane said angrily, "How can a boy not even have a little courage? Money is just something outside the body, life does not bring it to death, and it is not good to earn it if it is useless? ”

"It's really not like a person who owes tens of millions of dollars is qualified to say."

“…… When this battle is over, Lu Xi, we must have a good exchange. Just let Senior Sister see how much progress you have made during this time, hehe. ”

"I see, since the subspace has been destroyed, his puppets have naturally been annihilated in the turbulence of the dimension." Killitt nodded. Any swordsman who can cultivate to this point will not have a low IQ, even if he does not have a good understanding of this aspect, he can at least deduce the result from eight or nine.

"Are you done with your nonsense?" The Black Duke suddenly spoke: "Even if this is the case, it is just for me to arbitrarily change the way to kill you. Lu Xi? Belencaster, you're right about one thing - those destroyed clones are really just some of my toys. So, what does this mean? I have already said that living beings, mortal beings bound to the mortal womb of the flesh, are after all but a lowly form of life that lacks efficiency, and is instigated by irrational and impractical emotions. What about even the bloodline of the Ancient Golden Seed? What sustains their existence is still a fragile structure made of liquid and flesh. But now I am ugin for skin, ebony for muscle, and meteorite for bone. Precious stones and circles of great value make up my internal organs, and the blood of magic flows through this body. Endless. This is the most perfect form of life! ”

"Hmm. Do I know someone named Dell? Uncle Spurner's Black Super, you must have a very common language. Hey, it's a pity that your words will fool the little kid who didn't graduate from the second secondary school at most. What does it mean to be irrational and impractical? If these feelings are really useless, why should you cling to the memories of your life? If these feelings can really be completely discarded, why are you swayed by our words? Where did your hostility to the Lich community come from? His words grew faster and faster, and before the other party could react, he suddenly raised his voice: "Besides, those big toys that we have all destroyed." Is it really just a toy, hehehehe......" At this time, he showed a very villainous smile, grinned, and looked up to the sky and laughed three times.

"I don't read much, don't fool me. For a golem to reach 99% synchronization rate, your soul and will must be very completely attached to it. Otherwise, how could an alchemy body be able to perform such exquisite swordsmanship? Why use necromantic magic and abyssal magic-powered combat skills? Why did you even use your former champion knight martial arts? These doppelgangers have actually become an extension of your body and soul, right? The destruction of every puppet. It will cause a certain amount of trauma to your spirit. Of course, the damage will not be irreversible, but it will take a lot of time to heal. Lu Xi looked up and down at Duke Hei's "true body", his eyes becoming more and more subtle. It's like looking at a whole pig and judging where to cut a good butcher.

"All in all, it's enough to know that you're not an infinite doppelganger Buu and a paramecium. It doesn't matter how thick your iron sheet is. We just need to use the most direct and simple method -- dismantling. ”

"That's true. Just keep it simple. Killitt smiled and crossed his sword, "Although he is dressed in an iron sheet made of stars. It does take a bit of work to dismantle. ”

"It doesn't matter, even if it's a Gundam made of Star Iron, it can't really be as intact as this Necromantic Lord Brother is now looking out, right? The salvo of the guide cannon just now, if I can't even hang a tin-skinned zombie on the cricket, then I'd better wash my hands as soon as possible and honestly go back to the countryside to marry a daughter-in-law. ”

The Black Duke Angmar, or rather, the steel armor that carried the soul, spirit, and will of the Black Duke Angmar, stood like this, not moving. On the armor, there are no hideous barbs, no terrible edges and corners, no sensational ghost face patterns, and no other relief decorations that show bad tastes and thinking of middle and second diseases. Judging from its appearance alone, this is really an ordinary armor, almost the same as all Necromantic Knight standard armor. In terms of design and aesthetics in appearance, among the necromantic knights Lu Xi has seen, most of them can throw their supreme commander several streets.

Lu Xi now knew why this black duke wore a big cloak to cover his whole body. As the boss, you always have to use some way to show that you are different from your subordinates. Otherwise, if an ordinary soldier who doesn't know the goods is regarded as a passerby, the scene is not only embarrassing, but his own authority may also be affected.

However, this is such a formidable iron giant. The ebony stone from the abyss and the black finance are one, turning into a cold, hard and deep color, as if there is no end to the abyss of death. The dappled light flickered a few times in the dark space of the abyss, not like starlight, but more like a ghost struggling and wandering in the realm of death.

In his hand he held the pure black two-handed greatsword tightly - the Sword of Death that had accompanied him for many years, and which had been given to him by the Bone King on the day he was transformed into a Necroknight by Kazan's own hands. It seems that even Kazan, the godhead of the plague lord and master of the Necromantic Lords, and the eternal king of Henas, is "given" rather than "given". Regardless of the real facts, the Lord of the Plague always calls the Black Duke Angmar "My Friend" and puts all his armies under his command, as if he is not at all worried about the latter's disobedience.

It is precisely because of his existence that the necromantic knights, who were supposed to be only high-level thugs, could completely compete with the lichs, the real masters of Henas, and even formed their own factions. Of course, this may also be some kind of unscrupulous political calculation of the plague king.

The Black Duke Angmar, the commander of the Death Knights, has a history that should be counted in centuries. He slaughtered the city. Destroy the country and turn the noble Fanya elves into undead banshees. He also slain the dragon that soared in the sky, a few months ago. Together with his favored allies, half of the Federation's floating fleet was buried in the mountains of the Iron Rock Canyon with a shadow that had hung over the head of the Undead Realm of Henas for more than five centuries. It stands to reason that in this world, there is nothing worth fearing about him.

Yes, even if the opponents in front of him discussed his weaknesses as if no one was around, constantly provoking and even provoking him with words, he had no fear at all.

Why should a lion care about the chirping of sparrows?

Perhaps. In everyone's sight. The black duke stood in place like this, neither rushing to attack nor retreating, with a posture of "I'm standing here, waiting for you to attack", and he was so cold that he was in a mess.

But in that case, why did the bloody aura under his feet turn into a defensive frost shield, and a layer of bone armor condensed on his body? Is this the only way he can feel a sense of security?

"You're scared! You're finally scared! Lu Xi pointed at the other party. He shouted loudly as if announcing objective facts.

Out of Lu Xi and Duke Hei, perhaps no one can know what kind of psychological impact the former's words have on the latter.

The Necromantic Lord's "body" was indeed injured. The destructive power of the guide cannon is definitely no less than that of the magic crystal cannon. Moreover, it was a direct blow at such a close distance, and the cracks in the armor were suddenly torn apart by the shockwave and fire magic. In addition to this, the unidentified substance mixed with a large amount of high-concentration holy water is still attached to it. Stigmata burns that play a lasting role. The soul of the Black Duke Angmar has indeed been affected, until now. He's already lost nine puppets, not to mention the materials and mana it takes to refine them. And every puppet, at the moment of falling apart, also fell apart with the soul fragments and spiritual links attached to it, and every time they ate, they also fed back such a feeling of silence and emptiness to the main soul.

It can even be said that the destruction of the nine puppets has also made the black duke feel the destruction of the nine times, and he has not been refined until now, I have to say that the Necromantic Lord is the Necromantic Monarch, and even the structure of the soul is several orders of magnitude higher than that of ordinary human beings.

But even so, the Necromantic Lord would never think that he would be recognized. The scars on the "body" can be covered by frost armor and bone armor, and the mental trauma has no reason for the other party to see. The Black Duke never thought that this "small injury" would affect his behavior and battles in the future.

However, it is one thing for a "small injury" not to affect oneself, and a "small injury" can be seen through at a glance, which is another matter entirely. Even a battle-hardened necromantic lord like Duke Black will inevitably feel the shock and panic that he has not yet experienced when facing an opponent who has made all your secrets hidden.

Everyone would never wait for the Black Duke to recover from the shock with great honor and grace, and it was at this time that everyone's attack began.

The Wind's Cross Staff pointed forward, and without a command or chant, the air rolled out layer upon layer under the influence of invisible spiritual power, quickly turning into a scorching wave of air, causing a thick vapor like smoke to rise from the frost shield of the Necromantic Lord. The crimson rays cut through the barrier of the waves of qi and stabbed at the Necromantic Lord's face—the ominous and unknotted black mask.

"Boom!" The frost shield sliced open like butter, but the crimson light didn't tear through the skeleton armor, leaving only a black, burning scratch.

"Don't want to humiliate me with the little tricks of the Alliance of Knowledge! Girl! The Necronomicon snorted, raising his sword and preparing to rush towards the wind that was ready to cast the second spell.

However, as soon as he took a step, he involuntarily retracted his steps, looking at the half-elf swordsman who rushed towards him as if he were facing a great enemy. In his left hand, Skillett still held his famous interpreter of the Sword of the Stars, but in his right hand, as if by magic, he had added another long sword with a blue-blue body and only a circle of blades coated with silver runes of light.

Once again, he felt threatened. Unlike Lu Xi's words, this time, there is a substantial sense of crisis. (To be continued......)

PS: It's still a big chapter, and my character is really good