Fighting in the hearts of the enemy, Halvers must ensure that there are no gaps for the enemy to exploit. 『』

Otherwise, it only takes a small bit of a trivial defense hole, and it may be penetrated into the body by the poisonous flesh and blood, and the curse of strange demons and evil spirits, which will become the cause of defeat. As for these catalyzed corpse demons, apart from consuming some energy, they didn't pose much of a threat to him at all.

However, because of this, he has lost a lot of star quality, and even the star suit that wraps his entire body is a little thinner. If it weren't for the fact that a psychic investigation just now had him find a trace of an intruder, I am afraid that he would have been unable to resist rushing out of this dangerous situation and find another way to find the traces of the Death Caroler.

However, the faint wisp of evil aura only lingered around him, but it was slippery and tight, and it didn't meet him at all, so that his few attempts to get close were destroyed by the swarming corpse demons.

The enemy is trying to deplete the star mass outside his body!

Instantly understanding the intruder's intentions, Halvers began to turn around and try to break out. But how did he know that the abomination giant at this moment had completely changed his form. With the exception of a pair of huge fleshy arms that remained, all of the outer bodies had slowly dissolved and re-infused back into their bodies, turning themselves into a large ball of flesh - a large ball of flesh that bound the enemy inside.

The corpse demon made of severed limbs, the strange blood sausage spliced together by countless human intestines, and the sticky and thick rotting plasma...... These filthy things filled the inside of the big ball of flesh, creating a terrifying and eerie home of the undead, and using all means to keep the star-mounted Halvers in his body.

As for the body surface of the big meat ball, all kinds of weird, evil, and vicious curse runes began to emerge in an uncertain way, and it was obvious that the invisible Karthas used the big meat ball as an alternative flesh soup pot.

This flesh and blood stew composed of the bodies and souls of nearly a thousand living beings in the entire town of Palan has begun to exert its might.

Countless horrific forms and distorted spirits of the new dead wailed inside the ball of flesh, trying to find their former parasite in a blur of flesh and blood. Countless curse runes mingled with the stinking and filthy blood that washed over Halvers's stardress, trying to find a gap from it that could be breached.

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 substances that stubbornly adhere to the surface of the star's body, and corrode there. Large and small "mildew" has appeared on the surface of the original blue and crystal star, and it is constantly squirming and expanding, which is shocking.

Halvers, who was still calm just now, was also sweating profusely at the moment. Countless corpse demons and blood sausages poured in from all directions, not seeking to harm him, but only to bind him in place. The filthy blood that filled the entire space mixed with an even more vicious dark curse desperately washed away the star suit on his body, consuming the star power on it, and there was a lot of ruthlessness that grinded him to death inside.

That's probably the most hated thing about undead spellcasters!

They often do the act of slaughtering villages and destroying villages in order to obtain a large number of undead servants who do not spend money. Fighting with them, what is consumed on their own side is real spiritual power and the total amount of effective mysterious star quality, while what the other party consumes is nothing more than free gains from his subordinates and innocent lives. As for the loss of the undead caster itself, it is negligible, or they have passed on their own loss to something else.

In short, fighting with them is the least cost-effective thing.

But Halvers was overlooked for a while, and let himself fall into the other party's flesh trap, and now it was a little difficult to get out.

Although he struggled desperately to kill, he also made the big meat ball lose a lot of materials. The original 9-meter-diameter ball is now only 6 meters left, but the starsuit outside Halvers's body is only a thin layer, and it will soon be unable to maintain the previous fully enclosed combat state.

In such a treacherous environment, once the star costume is broken and poured into a massive amount of filthy blood, I am afraid that this 8-ring wizard will really fall under the all-pervasive and insidious curse of Karthas.

Eager to break through, Halphes no longer dared to skimp on his mana. All kinds of powerful psychic magic frantically stirred around his body, stirring up the blood sausage and strange monsters that had restrained his movements into pieces and powder, and then the star costume suddenly deformed and sprayed wildly, sweeping out a fan attack wave in front of him that was enough to escape.

All the flesh and plasma that came into contact with the star mass along the way were purified by the sudden burst of star power, leaving Halvers with a way to escape, allowing him to rush out of the large ball of flesh with the blood splattering in the sky.

With just one blow, Halvers lost all of his star quality, and barely relied on the protection of the psychic barrier and psychic force field to rush to the night sky.

Suddenly freed from the trap, standing proudly in the void again, sniffing in the pungent and terrifying breath, Halforth felt a sense of relief from being reborn, and at the same time, his heart was clouded with a shadow of awe of the undead spellcaster.

These guys are horrible!

The variety of extremely strange attack methods is simply unheard of.

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

With some trepidation, with some fear, only 40% of Halvers's mana disappeared frantically into the depths of his body, transformed into magical magical power, and he planned to escape back to the solid and safe rock fortress.

But just as he was frantically casting spells to escape from this danger, Halvers suddenly saw a dark spot on his fast-dancing right hand.

It was just an insignificant black spot the size of a soybean, perhaps a drop of blood that inadvertently splashed on his body when he broke through just now. Somehow, the moment he saw this black spot, Halvers's heart trembled.

He even stopped his nearly finished spell and stretched out his trembling left hand to brush the black spot away. But after several attempts, the black spot seemed to grow in the flesh, and instead of being brushed off, it twisted and wriggled like a living thing, spreading to the surrounding flesh.

Now Halvers is getting more and more flustered!

A series of potions poured down, a large amount of ointment was applied to the dark spots, and even he re-activated the mysterious star to burn...... But none of this qiē could stop the spread of the dark spots. Halvers shouted in horror, gritted his teeth one last time, and pulled a sharp blade from his waist with a thud.

"Ah......h

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

Where did Halvers, who had been hit hard, dare to stay longer, and the Psychic Ripples recalled the astral structure that was still fighting the Headless Horseman frantically, and protected himself all the way back to the Rock Battle Castle.

When the battlefield was quiet again, the scarred Headless Horseman Serti Tse came to the vicinity of the meat ball. A hazy figure was now emerging from the top of the meat ball, looking in the direction of the great wizard's escape.

"What next, Lord Karthus?"

"Chase, go straight to the Rock Battle Fort. He doesn't have much combat power now! ”

The words of the hazy figure were ambiguous, but Celti seemed to understand, turned and galloped, and the big ball of meat seemed to suddenly have a wit, and rolled quickly, chasing after the Headless Horseman, and rolling all the way to the rock castle in the distance.

……

The rock battle fort in the night was in chaos at the moment.

With the return of the Elder Wizard of the 8th Ring of Halvers, the guards in the entire Rock Battle Fort were mobilized. When Karthas drove the big ball of meat all the way to the entrance of the battle fort, it was already brightly lit and waiting.

This is a war fortress built to maintain the underground altar, and the main body of the fortress and those ancillary facilities are made of thick and solid long bluestone piles. Stone rooms, stone corridors, stone towers, stone gates...... Even all the tables, chairs and beds are made of stone.

Such a fortress is not afraid of fire at all.

The narrow and sturdy gate, the boring and narrow corridor, simply cannot accommodate two people to pass side by side. Such an arrangement will leave the attackers unable to stretch out of formation, and will have to passively crowd through the dizzying underground labyrinths, where they will be eliminated by the guards with crossbow arrows and fire-breathing traps.

It's a pity that these battle castles, which use large groups of enemies as imaginary enemies, are not designed to deal with the undead who will attack tonight.

The originally huge ball of flesh that could not enter the rock battle castle at all stopped at the entrance of the battle castle, and many fleshy tentacles stretched out from its body like an octopus. These slime-covered stout tentacles stretched out, slamming wildly against the main body of the rock fort, sending stone chips flying and dusting the ground.

Taking advantage of the gap where the guards hurriedly dodged, the large meat ball pressed the front of its tentacles against the many openings in the rock battle fort, and its body squirmed and trembled, and the small ghoul channel like a tide was transported to the inside of the battle fort.

Most of these openings in the rock forts were the firing ports of the war towers, the ventilation windows between the fortresses, or the observation windows in the towers...... These holes, as large as human heads and as small as fists, have now become the best passage for the enemy to invade. The ghoul's weak, boneless body can easily squeeze into the interior of the battlecastle, and no one cares if there are even a few scrapes in the process.

Almost instantly, all the frontal spaces of the Rock Battle Fort erupted in a life-and-death fight.

The cramped, obsessive terrain may be the best way to limit the rapid movement of outsiders. But if you were to be placed in a cramped secret room with two or three ghouls covered in slime and surrounded by blight, insects and flies, you probably wouldn't think about it again.

The well-trained and well-equipped wizard guards are all strong elites capable of slaying lions and tigers, but they are still no match for the ghoul's fierce bite, and a terrible death howl echoes and spreads in the gloomy underground tunnels, and it will not disperse for a long time.