Chapter 0156: The Transformation of the Ghost

The Shadow Gnome Assassin gave up his resistance, allowing the Shadow to turn into a rope to bind itself. It's not that he's scrappy, it's irresistible. If the shadow is water, he Oro is a fish in the water, but now that the water has suddenly turned into fire, how can he, the fish, swim in it?

His will to fight is still tenacious, but he will also adjust his side to the irresistible enemy, and he will always be a dagger wielded by someone or a force anyway.

The battle between the two men did not attract the attention of the mummified higher-ups below, until the ghost's purple blood flew out, and the entire tomb boiled to the ground.

In the place where the undead are everywhere, the breath of the living suddenly appears, which is no less than the release of a super sound burst. Although the breath was faint, it still attracted all the mummies in the room, and the sound of the sarcophagus creaking became one. The mummy elder also came out of the sarcophagus in the middle of the tomb, sniffing and sniffing carefully to sense the breath that had suddenly appeared just now.

The drop of purple blood that was thrown onto the top wall quickly weathered and corroded in an inexplicable yin wind, turning into a dry powder and drifting down, and it became so lifeless again, no different from before.

The source of the breath is no longer there, which dooms the mummies' search for nothing. After some disturbance, the mummy elder with golden runes floating all over his body did not return to the sarcophagus, but led his awakened men to rush out of the tomb to find trouble with the guy who came to challenge.

In a short time, the burial chamber was empty, and gradually quieted down, restoring the solemnity and tranquility of the mausoleum, until two figures of different heights gradually appeared above the large sarcophagus. Although they have fought 3 times and attacked each other countless times, they are still not completely clear about each other's storage forms, so they all look at each other carefully.

For Oro, the other party is a cautious guy. Even though he had completely captured himself, he still hadn't come out of the magical armor, and even a piece of skin was stingy and unwilling to show it. Looking closely, it was still a hazy refraction of light and shadow, and her form could only be roughly estimated from the dark shadow of Huanying. It seems that this effect is not a certain skill, but the talent instinct of the other party, and there is no loss at all to maintain it.

And for the ghost, the Shadow Gnome Assassin was quietly presented to him for the first time. If you are serious, its form is very similar to the "zongzi" that the owner said, a small zongzi completely wrapped in a special shroud decorated with runes and constantly emitting a little fluorescent. Even the places where the eyes and mouth and nose were covered in shrouds, except for a pair of fierce red rays shining out from under the bandages at the eyes, looking strange and impermanent. Even though they were completely bound by the Shadow Ropes, the Shadow Daggers were still clenched in their hands, and they had no intention of letting go.

The shadow rope tightened a few more points, and the huge wound on Oro's chest and abdomen squeezed out countless black blood beads, making him snort and bring the only sound to the tomb.

"Who are you?" Oro could only be the first to speak, completely inferior under the confrontation of momentum, but the toughness in his tone was still the same, and it did not reflect the frustration and fear after being captured.

"Who am I?" The ghost's cold voice came from the black crystal armor, and it was not as noisy as the usual hedron friction, but it was not repeating the other party's question, but as if it was asking itself.

Oro's face was gloomy, he didn't realize the difference in the other party's tone, but was angry at the other party's neglect of him. Of course, this anger is also a disguise, with the state of mind of the Shadow Dwarf Assassin, any emotional xù and emotional fluctuations need to be abandoned, if the table Xiàn comes out, it only means that he is using this emotional change as a weapon to confuse the other party.

The two red dots under the bandage flickered violently, and Oro began to struggle, pulling the ghost's thoughts back.

"Surrender or die!" The ghost's tone was cold and concise.

"I always need to know who I'm serving, right?" Oro was still struggling, and the wounds in his chest and abdomen were showing signs of pulling open.

"Surrender or die!" The ghost's tone gradually turned high-pitched, and an unconcealed killing intent filled every inch of space in the tomb.

"Well, I surrender!" Oro struggled to no avail, frustrating and gave up on ineffective self-harm: "But I hope ......"

Between the words, Oro's tone suddenly turned low, almost inaudible. At this moment, his long-awaited attack was launched.

The bandages wrapped around his body swelled suddenly, stretching the shadow ropes out of a space that could be moved, and his free hands appeared at the ghost's throat in a moment of lightning. The crack there still hadn't recovered, and the sound just now had penetrated from there, so Oro, who was pursuing a one-hit kill, naturally chose to attack head-on again.

Being captured is a disguise, excitement is a disguise, anger is also a disguise, and every qiē is for this close blow, and there is no word for failure in the mind of the Shadow Gnome Assassin.

The last miss may be a special skill of the opponent, and it is impossible for such an anti-heaven skill to be used continuously in such a short period of time, and he still has a chance.

Today is destined to disappoint it, though. From the moment it began to be activated, the body that usually used it freely seemed to be mixed with countless impurities, and there was an imbalance in the perception of lightness, weight, distance, and direction. Obviously he was going to pierce the gap in the opponent's armor, but after the Shadow Dagger poked out, he realized that he was actually attacking the void behind him, and the direction was deviated by 180 degrees, completely flipping.

It's not good, I got tricked. Oro didn't dare to be a fierce assassin anymore, his hoarse voice screeched, black smoke rose from his place, a giggling witch doll appeared in his place, and the shadow dwarf assassin was gone.

The ghost did not stop the other party's body change and escape, but only drove the shadow rope to pull the remaining witch doll into the large sarcophagus below, and closed the coffin with a wave of his hand.

"Bang"

After a muffled sound that shook the square circle, the large sarcophagus jumped up more than half a meter high on the spot and fell heavily again. If it weren't for the dense black rope outside the sarcophagus, it would have been blown apart a long time ago. Even so, the sarcophagus was irreparably damaged, littered with cobweb-like cracks that would disintegrate into countless pieces of powder with a single blow.

The violent explosion confined the small sarcophagus, but the earthquake wave spilled out, and the tomb still shook as if it had experienced an earthquake, and countless dust fell from the cracks in the ceiling.

The ghost looked up in a certain direction, and there was no stone wall to see, but that was the direction in which the Shadow Gnome Assassin had fled. She had no intention of pursuing, since she didn't stop the other party's escape in the first place, why chase it at this moment! It's always coming back anyway.

The most important problem now is not that little assassin, but himself. Who am I? I can't think about this question myself, so it's better to ask the master!

And at this moment, the Shadow Gnome Assassin Oro is vomiting blood as he flies. With his physique and ** control power, this situation should not have happened, but now it has appeared. It seems that there are suddenly a lot of things in the body that shouldn't be there, and they are fighting with themselves for the control of this body. One moment it was still entrenched and expanded in a certain section of the small intestine, and the next moment it appeared in the muscles of his right arm to devour flesh and blood, although Oro was an undead, he couldn't stand up to wear his body like this, after all, he still needed these things to exert his attack power.

Stopping 20 miles from the burial chamber, Oro thrust his fingers into his lower abdomen like a knife, pulling out a broken piece of his small intestine from it. The fingers twisted lightly, the intestinal wall shattered, and between the two fingers was a small black worm that was constantly struggling and twisting. If you look closely, this worm has no head or tail and no biological organs, it is a living creature composed of pure shadows.

With two fingers, the black worm hissed in pain, and finally exploded into a black mist and dispersed all around. The worm has no organs, and the hissing just now occurred on the spiritual level, which contains a trace of spiritual thought. The worm was gone, but this spiritual thought was still there, and in an instant, it was thrown into his body, and he gathered a shadow substance again to form a small body, and did evil in his body.

Ao Luo closed his eyes and examined it carefully, his face turned pale for a while, there were no less than a hundred such spiritual thoughts in his body, no wonder he always had the feeling that his body was out of control. Damn, what kind of ability is this? At this moment, Oro suddenly felt a little dizzy, how to deal with this!

For a while, he didn't know where he was going.

The ghost quietly dodged out of the burial chamber, and the battle in the distance was going on in full swing. The mummy's whole body was wrapped in countless layers of bandages, and his defense may be strong enough, but all the joints were bound and could not be bent freely, and his speed was 108,000 miles behind the cemetery elite team. After a few unsuccessful attempts, the Vampire Earl gave up the attack and turned to seduce the other party in a strange way, and whenever there was a straggler in the toddler mummies, the three Dark Knights who were waiting on the periphery would rush at him with their sabers raised.

Just because the Vampire Earl's attack power isn't enough, that doesn't mean the Dark Knight can't. With the powerful momentum of the bone horse and the sharpness of the horse slasher, the Dark Knight can directly smash these ineffective meat shield babies every time. Occasionally, if the greedy merit is surrounded by the opponent's opportunity, it only takes an ice storm from the ice demon to delay the opponent's movements, and the dark knight can jump out of the encirclement from the top of the opponent's head.

Calling around, the cemetery's elite team did not lose half a point, but more than 30 low-level mummies with more than 260 numbers lay down. Without the existence of a commander, these remaining low-level mummies still continue to chase the vampire Earl who can never catch up, like an eagle catching a chicken, always throwing their fragile and thin tails to the enemy to devour.

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