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As the Shadow Gnome Assassin laboriously tore the sticky pieces of cobwebs from his body, the sound of battle in the dark smoke that could not be reached out of his fingers had come to an abrupt end.

These nasty spider silks are too sticky, and if it weren't for the protective rune shroud to block it, I'm afraid Oro would have had to tear it off with his own flesh. Even so, after working for a long time, his body was still covered with broken white spider silk, which completely dressed him up as a funny clown.

At the thought of the cold and cruel image abandoning himself from now on, Oro inexplicably felt a kind of pathos welling up in his heart.

As a rare genius killer in the Shadow Assassin world, he was reduced to pretending to be crazy and stupid, acting as a bait, and his master's attitude of taking bean bags and not using dry food made him complain. However, when he heard the crisp and pleasant sound of his heel hitting the ground in the shadows, he quickly put the dissatisfaction and grievance in his heart, and tried to squeeze a gentle smile on his face.

But a smile wrapped in a thick shroud, even if someone sees it, I'm afraid they will only be frightened into cardiac arrest.

The tall and muscular figure of the Ghost Maiden paused in front of the Shadow Gnome Assassin Oro, and after a dull loud thud, the massive body of the Demon Hunter smashed to the ground, stirring up endless dust. By the time the dust finally cleared, the figure of the ghost girl had already disappeared on the spot.

Urori sighed silently.

Once upon a time, he was a shadow assassin feared by everyone in the undead world, but now, has he been reduced to being a decoy and a coolie?

Summoning a few abominations, he lifted the scarred corpse of the demon hunting spider and slipped back behind him secretly. Along the way, the Demon Hunter Spider's weakly falling arthropods dragged deep scratches on the ground......

At this moment, the battlefield has actually completely fallen into the control of the cemetery.

Although the number of undead on the battlefield is a staggering number at any given moment, it also contains the efforts and lives of many undead mercenaries. But in the small battlefields that the cemetery really cared about, the news of victory came back one after another.

A small victory is a faint and small firefly, but when these small victories accumulate, they converge into a sea of fireflies a day later.

The Fire Demon fell, the Demon Hunter was ambushed, and the Frost Giant became a stepping stone for the Blood Demon's advancement. One by one, the small battles turned into the hard gravel that pryed the whole battle, making the demons more and more frightened, making the undead more and more fierce, and the battlefield situation began to appear to be obviously toppling.

However, the core of the mill in the whole battle is still the battle between the level 20 Saint Rank Baro Flame Demon Hilgai and the level 20 Saint Rank Soul Judge Demon Ta Finn. This battle is the truly decisive battle at the core.

The elite of the cemetery who have been liberated one after another and the heroes of the cemetery who have come from the bloody storm have gathered here to form a force of iron heroes, and with the assistance of the soul guard Hilgai, they have launched one death attack after another against the great Holy Order Soul Judgment Demon.

How difficult a Saint-Rank Abyss Demon is to kill can also be seen from this.

The demons around it have gradually been emptied. As far as the eye can see, there are elite troops in the cemetery everywhere, and they have been surrounded in layers.

And the corpse witch spell caster who was free in his hands worked hard to support multiple enchantments, cutting off the opponent's retreat from all angles, especially limiting the ability of the Holy Rank Demon Space Teleportation.

This is the most important thing in the strangulation war.

Once the plane lord is allowed to flee back to the indifferent fortress, this painstaking dimensional crusade can only be mired in a protracted tug-of-war. So even if you lose half of the elite troops for this, the cemetery will strangle this scourge in its arms.

All the casters of the Curse of Essence and the Spell of Space have gathered here, and there are as many as seven evil rituals that perform vicious curses on Taffin alone. As the demon blood and pieces of flesh that overflowed from Lord Taffin's body were sent to the backyard, the level of the entire curse ritual was immediately raised to the extreme.

Even Karthas, the Death Carn, took it upon himself to prop up a huge cauldron of plague, throwing the flesh of all sorts of evil creatures into it, and adding a lot of disgusting ingredients that looked extremely uncomfortable, and cooked them in pieces. While the flesh and blood were stewed, he also led a group of corpse witches to chant words around the plague cauldron, and all kinds of vicious and evil prayers made people smell and change.

And the flesh and blood of the plane lord Taffin hung on the top of the plague cauldron, and at this moment, it had been infected by the evil aura that escaped from it into the color of sauce black, and from time to time green toxins and purple black curse power appeared.

When the hot soup of the plague pot was boiling, the tumbling green soup was already so muddy that it was impossible to discern the ingredients and condiments inside, but from time to time there were eyeballs that swelled after cooking, zombie arms that were white and swollen, and hideous demon heads that rolled out of it and floated on it.

An indescribably terrible smell filled the air.

The smell was so terrible that it had reached the point of killing a creature with a sense of taste. At least one blood mage had just stepped within 30 meters of the plague cauldron, and the person had already turned into a green goblin-like creature, and his face was even more red and willow green. If you hadn't run fast, you would have been killed on the spot by that terrible taste in an instant.

With the concerted efforts of the people in the cemetery, the combat power of Tafen, the plane lord of the Trapped Beast Fight, was cut again and again, and the killing of the swarming undead creatures gradually weakened.

The tactics of killing the strong that the Necropolis had previously explored in the underground world of the Crane Continent were staged again, and the attack waves formed by the lickers and ghosts arranged in dense attack waves were one after another, leaving Taffin no respite at all.

What's even more terrifying is the soul clone that Hilgai blends into, and the biggest damage Tafen suffers is due to "it".

Taffin was trapped in the middle of a sea of corpses, and a thick and dense pile of undead corpses had been piled up around him, even if he had roared angrily, he still couldn't change the reality of being surrounded and beaten. The challenge of the strong man issued to Hilgai was like a stone sinking into the sea, and he couldn't even make a splash. Hilgay, as always, silently calmed down from afar, fighting the terrible injuries left by Taffin at the beginning.

The first half hour of the game was a painful moment of purgatory, and the superior magic resistance brought by the origin of the Baroyan Demon still couldn't compete with the legendary wand. With each frontal punch, Hilgai's body of flame had to undergo different twists and deformations. And when he was distracted to resist this shaping force, it was the moment when Taffin judged the Soul Demon to attack wildly.

The body of the Barlow Flame Demon, which was comparable to the hardest steel, was twisted and expanded under the control of the alien force, and even the heavy and solid bronze armor outside the body was squeezed and shattered. How can a defense that is lost before a battle resist the iron fist of a Saint-Order demon's steel whip? If it weren't for Hilgai's frequent use of soul clones to withstand Taffin's attacks instead of himself, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to last that terrible half an hour.

So when the Death Prophet Falina swarmed with a swarm of ghosts, Hilgai's huge body had been beaten and fleshed open, and the flesh was blurred.

Farina's ultimate move to drive evil spirits combined with a real mass of ghosts is simply a combination made in heaven. The real group of ghosts mixed with the overwhelming evil spirit phantom has simply built a small ghost realm, which makes Taffin in it miserable.

The chaotic elemental vortex directly destroyed the elemental stability around the Holy Order Demon, leaving Taffin's remaining quasi-spells with no room to play. Tumbling and stirring, a swarm of ghosts comparable to the blades of wind knives roared inside, triggering the flow of demonic life every time they passed through the body.

The Holy Rank Demon Taffin was like a giant bear that had suddenly fallen into the water, and despite all his struggles, attacks, and roars, he still couldn't extricate himself from his predicament.

By the time Farina's ultimate move finally came to an end, Hilgai had also gotten rid of Taffin's hold back and retreated to the periphery in time, and a large number of undead had formed an attack formation and began to attack the demons.

Unable to rush out, and being restricted from demonic teleportation, Taffin also tried to flap the tattered demon's flesh wings and leave in midair. It's a pity that it was also firmly controlled by the bone dragon team that returned from victory, and several bone dragons took turns to dive from the sky, and there was no room for demons to engage in parry.

With the return of the elite squads of the outer cemetery, this blockade line became more and more dense and thick, and when the scarred Knights of the Black Blade also entered the battlefield, the end of the Holy Order Demon Taffin also came.

The wish to besiege a top powerhouse was fulfilled today.

Lord of the Plane, Rank Demon, Taffin was eventually killed in battle by the strangely shaped Frost Sorrow (imitation) of the Knights of the Black Blade, adding an indescribable ferocious and tyrannical murderous aura to this legendary divine weapon.

The death of a plane lord is undoubtedly extremely shocking, not to mention such a miserable death.

The corpses of the Saint-Order demons surrounded the bodies of the Death Song Karthas, the necromancer Kel'thugad, the Death Prophet Farina, and the dragon lich and high-level corpse witches who heard the news, and began to fight for these top-notch demon materials with foaming at the mouth. Even the Blood Demons, who were fighting far away, hurried back, roaring and demanding all the demonic blood.

It's okay with other materials, they are all comrades-in-arms who usually fight well, and no one is willing to do the dirty things of the flies and dogs. But today it's very different. In front of him was the remains of a level 20 Saint-rank demon, and any part of his body could bring an intuitive increase in strength to everyone present.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about the demon's blood can make the blood demon quickly settle down after being promoted, when his mental and physical body is not stable, and jump to level 17 in one fell swoop. This is a way to make a jump without any sequelae! If the Blood Demon is willing to leak a liter and a half of a bucket, he may be able to raise Hera and a few of his men who have followed him for the longest time directly to the threshold of level 15.

As for the soul of a Saint-Order demon, not only the death prophet Farina coveted it, but even Karthas and Kel'thugad were reluctant to let go. As for Soulbinder Cullen and the dragon lich and corpse witches, they can only watch the dry drooling, and there is no room for them to participate in the distribution of the spoils.

And the remains of the Holy Rank Demon, even if they extract all kinds of essences, they still have great value. Whether it is made into a special corpse puppet or disassembled into demonic materials piecemeal, it is a rare material that spellcasters can only dream of.

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