The situation changed too quickly for the young mage to be caught off guard, and in the blink of an eye, the phantom had been repelled by the other party and fell into a crisis of counter-killing.

In his furious rage, several of his sympathetic subordinates immediately took out their fierce moves, frantically rushing the group of Drow guards who blocked the entrance to the altar. The young mage took advantage of the enemy's chaos and led the blood mages such as Blood Demon and Hera to teleport all the way into the underground cave.

Standing on the altar, Philen was obviously unable to take half a step away from the ritual, so after whipping away the phantom who intended to sneak up on her, he only attacked her with an instantaneous magic at a distance.

Squandering the near-infinite power of the gods, Philon laughed wildly and waited for the final grace to arrive. The originally delicate and sweet pretty face was also distorted by this madness, and even the blood mouth that quietly bloomed on her chest and the gushing blood fountain couldn't stop her.

What's going on?

The young mage, who was dazed by the situation in front of him, suddenly stopped the restlessness of his subordinates, and let the ghost's toned body quietly emerge at his side.

"How? Didn't get hurt, did you? The young mage asked hurriedly, and the urgency in his tone made the pretty face of the phantom hidden under the armor smile like a flower, and silently replied with a message of peace.

In the end, the ghost girl still suffered a big loss, and the whip of the other party almost shattered this layer of black crystal armor that accompanied her growth. As for the follow-up magic attacks, they all managed to dodge under the protection of a "magic immunity" for 5 seconds. If it weren't for that, she might have been hurt by the other party's stormy divine attack.

Seeing the blood gushing out of his body, and he didn't know it, the upper echelons of the cemetery who rushed into the cemetery were all stunned by this extremely treacherous scene.

"You hurt her?" The young mage asked, confused.

"Nope! I can't break through the turtle shell outside her body......" The ghost girl looked at the priestess who was covered in blood and didn't know it, her face full of incredulity.

Half a cup of hot tea passed, and after a long time of waiting for the blessing of divine grace, Philen, who was almost crazy, finally woke up a little from his paranoia, and then suddenly felt the weakness of his body.

"How can I be weak? I am in the most glorious and powerful moment of my life right now, how can I be weak? Confused, Philon finally lowered his head and saw the fist-wide cut in his chest and the near-break of blood.

As the blood in her body drained up, her vitality continued to shrink, and if it weren't for the afterglow of the first divine blessing, she would have now returned to the realm of the goddess Rose.

"Why...... Why ......" Philon had a look of horror on his face, full of puzzlement. But in an instant, she seemed to understand something, and turned to look at Ruisil who was frozen on the execution table.

This peerless baby who was cut open and took out her heart should have died, but at this moment she was lying on the square platform charmingly. Chiguo's towering breasts and breasts, not to mention the bowl-sized gap, could not find even a trace of tiny scars on the flawless body of black jade. And the corners of her lips were full of pride and madness that couldn't be concealed.

Well, okay! Every drow mistress who succeeds in her plot seems to enjoy this desperate look at her sworn enemy dying sadly and helplessly. Every time this moment, it is also the moment when they fall into the madness of self-aggrandizement, and it is also the moment when they enjoy the results of the battle and taste the pleasure.

Philen was like this just now, and now Rui Sier is still like this, it seems that this is also related to the drow elf's perverted level of control and power.

"Ahem, that's it again!" With a bored and helpless expression, the young mage could only turn all his attention to this new enemy. This is also the norm when dealing with drow elves, until the last minute, until the dust settles, no one knows who will have the last laugh!

However, this qiē doesn't matter to the young mage, they have to fight happily anyway. Now it's up to the new winner to come up with what kind of hole cards he will come up with!

The bloody conversation that the young mage had been waiting for didn't happen.

By the time Philen realizes her failure, her life has come to an end. With a faint cry of utter trepidation, the aura of divine grace that hovered above their heads really fell at this moment, and the vultures sank into the body of the victorious Lord Mother Resir.

The same scene recurred, the Drow Mistress could scream as high as a soprano enough to puncture everyone's eardrums, and her strength grew by leaps and bounds in the "poignant scream".

Level 15 ......

Level 16 ......

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Level 19.

When the strength of this young Drow new master mother was finally fixed at level 19, the young mage breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and secretly wiped a cold sweat.

To be honest, this speed of promotion is simply beyond the reach of young mages, and at the same time, it is also extremely envious. However, if he were to choose, he would rather climb one step at a time than win the favor of a high god in such a way as a bloody sacrifice, so as to obtain this external blessing without effort.

This kind of divine blessing seems to be quick and powerful, but it also has great limitations, that is, it is inseparable from the aura range of the gods. With the size of the temple of Rasmufil and the grace of the goddess Rose, the blessings of the gods are also useful within three miles of the city.

In other words, this Resel Master Mother is a real level 19 powerhouse within 3 miles of Rasmufer City, and once it exceeds the radiation range of this temple, her strength will plummet. If you are too far away from the temple, it will be questionable whether your final strength will be above level 16. After all, her initial level was too low and too low, only level 14.

Of course, under normal circumstances, with this level 19 divine blessing tiger skin, she can completely raise her basic strength like Mount Tai, so that she will not become a soft-footed crab once she leaves the temple. But now, she doesn't seem to have the time!

At least with Zena, the inner ghost's existence, the other party's reality is under control, and there will be no misjudgment because of not getting to the bottom of it. At least to deal with such a quick powerhouse, the young mage can come up with a lot of countermeasures.

The easiest way is, of course, to find a way to entangle her, and then destroy all the nearby temples or altars and other places as quickly as possible, then she will be beaten back to her original form in minutes and become a level 14 "powerhouse" who can be kneaded at will.

Moreover, the young mage's hole cards were no smaller than those of Rissell, and if he was really annoyed, he would not mind escalating a regular war into a showdown at once.

In every way, a level 19 abyss demon is far superior to a level 19 new Drow Mastermother.

"And she's a drow housewife who is extremely downcast!" Turning his head to look at the body of the high-ranking priestess who had fallen under the altar, her body had withered and shriveled, and the young mage added disdainfully.

Just when the young mage was silently watching the scene in front of him with many cemetery elites holding their arms, the young Drow master mother had already completed the precipitation of strength. In fact, this process can be completed in a few fingers, but in order to enjoy this beautiful feeling for a longer time, Ressell deliberately delayed the completion of the ceremony.

When the last trace of divine power shook and solidified in her body, Mistress Rui Sier opened her red eyes that seemed to be dyed with blood, and stared at the young mage suspended in the air for a moment.

After thinking about it briefly, she didn't turn her face with this surface "male" who had no one in her eyes directly, but began to stretch her body. The dense tendon ropes that bound the layers were as if they had been soaked in strong acid for thousands of years, and after only a slight struggle, they had been broken inch by inch, and then weathered into ashes.

Risel lazily stepped down from the execution table, stood on the altar, and briefly tidied up the sacrificial robe on his body, barely covering his silky and silky body like black satin, and casually hit a black light into the dead body of Philen who was standing on the frozen side.

As the black light entered the body, a terrible scream suddenly sounded in the body of Philun, who was originally lifeless, and a cloud of faint white light flashed out from inside, and he was about to flee. Unfortunately, it was too late, the black light just now had already turned into a delicate chain with a pattern, one end pierced deep into the core of the light, and the other end was firmly nailed to Philen's corpse.

Under the retraction of this black chain, the white ball of light could not escape even if it turned into an ethereal cloud, and was pulled back into the body of the former Drow Mistress in a painful wail.

With a 100% vicious smile, like a disobedient slave girl, Resel slammed the black light into Philon's frozen body bit by bit. Every time the black light enters, it will cause an inexplicable scream in its body, as if the black light is a kind of torture.

This process is tedious to say, but in the actual operation, it takes almost half a minute, and the powerful Ruisel has already completed all the processing processes.

Of course, the final ritual was to engrave the family emblem on the forehead of the corpse. Such a wonderful enjoyment, of course, Resel will not fake others, but also complete it by himself.

The young mage couldn't help but sigh softly. It seems that in the previous period, all kinds of unbearable past events must have happened between these two drow women, otherwise how could this woman complete such a cruel and evil concocted undead ritual with a smile on her face and an excited face?

However, the young mage didn't seem to be repulsed by the other party's blatant helper, but instead watched the whole process with great interest.

In the history of the Drow family wars, such scenes can be said to be commonplace. Drow is a waste-loving race, and for those who die in the clan wars, especially those who are powerful in life, they will concoct them or them into free movement, but completely subject to the binding corpses of the high priestesses of the family.

Unlike the zombies and living corpses concocted by the corpse witch, the soul-binding corpses concocted by the drow elves are more ferocious and terrifying. Because they took advantage of the short time when the other party had just died, and the soul had not yet dissipated, they used some kind of soul control to imprison the soul in the dead body. The spirit-bound corpses concocted in this way often retain most of their abilities during their lifetime, and are completely subject to some kind of mysterious rune.

But for the guy who was detained, it was a terrible thing that he couldn't survive and die. If they can be completely destroyed in the war, these spirit-bound corpses can be liberated, but if they encounter those extremely dangerous enemies and bury the concocted soul-bound corpses in some inaccessible underground, then what awaits "it" may be thousands of years of loneliness and darkness.

As undead, they don't die so easily, and as souls, they still retain some thoughts from their past lives, but they can't control themselves.

Perhaps this is the greatest torture for them!

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