Chapter 0245 The King of Pain

Just 2 seconds after it was turned into a fawn, the Berserker Demon was stunned and then frightened, and tried to move his short legs to escape from the five undead who surrounded him, but it was too late. All that filled its vision was the five Death Scythes that had grown from small to large, brushing past its petite body.

5 Death Scythes, 5 red lightning bolts, 2 of which trigger a Death Touch when they pass through Berserker's transformed body, and 2 Reaper skulls appear on top of Berserker's head.

As soon as the body of the berserker demon recovered from the effect of the malicious transformation, its vitality was exhausted, and without even a single cry before death, it fell straight down on the hard gravel ground, losing its most precious life.

"Hex", which turns enemy units into critters, will not be able to attack, use skills or items, and will only have some passive skills and slow movement speed.

This is a very practical skill, and what is even more valuable is that after the enemy unit becomes a small animal, it also inherits the characteristics of this small animal, which is equivalent to losing its own unique defense or magic resistance in disguise, otherwise a 5th-order mid-level demon will not die so simply.

But this skill is not without flaws, that is, it is possible to be resisted by the strong will of the opponent, and it is impossible to achieve the effect of malicious transformation. Although the demons are powerful, have rough skin and thick flesh, and can fight durably, only the willpower is not commendable, and it is difficult to control them, but it is very convenient to induce.

In the undead world, because they are also undead creatures, they have little problem in suppressing and subduing, and now they have entered a snowballing benign development track. But in the bottomless abyss, this set will not work.

Even the low-level cowardly demons, the demon wizards have not been able to subdue, as for those horned demons, latent demons, quasai demons, tyrants, and frodevils who are full of muscles, unless a more violent and cruel guy appears, it is almost impossible to gather them under his hands.

It is conceivable that the only development model here is probably endless killing.

Looking at the huge body of the berserker demon on the ground, the demon wizard seemed to see the blood-colored storm that blew up not long after, and his heart felt a lot.

Before the demon wizard could figure out what to do with the skeleton of the berserker, a huge shadow was already enveloped in him, and then a behemoth rushed down from the sky.

The demon wizard smiled bitterly, and there seemed to be only one arrogant guy who could approach him without causing the instinctive counterattack of the five necromancers around him.

Phantom.

The five tall necromancers had no choice but to move their bodies to make room for the bone dragon to land accurately on the side of the demon wizard.

"Berserker?" There was no one on the back of the bone dragon, but the voice of the ghost girl came out clearly.

The bone dragon immediately moved away from the green berserker corpse under the scolding of the ghost.

Only then did the demon wizard realize his mistake, and after staying in the undead world for a long time, he almost forgot that he was also a half-demon physique, and he would also be affected by this stench, so he quickly stayed away from the corpse of the berserker demon. With a wave of his hand, five or six Death Control Witch Kings slowly stepped forward to surround this current highest-level loot and began to make some preparations for concocting the undead.

What the undead pursue is the tactics of raising the war with war, and after any battle of considerable scale, it is common for the troops to lose more than half of their troops, as long as they can have "loot", as long as the corpse witches still have mana, there will be a steady stream of low-level cannon fodder available. The nearly 100 cowardly demons killed before had already been transformed into the same number of fire skeletons.

Yes, it's a fire skeleton and not a normal white bone skeleton.

Maybe the cowardly demon was biased towards the fire attribute before he was born, so after transforming into a skeleton, he also has a considerable amount of fire resistance, which is not very useful, that is, he can adapt to the attribute-biased environment of the abyss, and can also add a weak fire damage to each attack. This kind of fire damage may be useful elsewhere, but in the Abyssal Plane, all demonic creatures have high fire resistance, and have little to no effect.

If a 5th-order berserker like this is thrown into the Netherworld Hall of the Graveyard City for transformation, you can get at least a 4th-order vampire, but now if you hand it over to the Death Control Witch King, it would be good to get a 2nd-order ghoul or bone monster, and even the 1st order skeleton general could be broken.

Without high-quality cannon fodder, is it possible to send the strongest combat power in every battle? The demon wizard, who had been deeply troubled by this for several days, finally heard some good news from the phantom.

"An ancient castle?" The Demon Wizard's eyes immediately lit up: "What is the strength of the enemies entrenched inside?" ”

"A little lord of the Soul Judgment Demon, with 1 succubus, 1 Flo demon, 2 Quartet demons, and a 10-person fire demon team, more than 50 long-horned demons, and the rest are more than 200 cowardly demons."

The demon wizard gasped, this is the first battle in the abyss plane, wouldn't it be too arrogant to choose such a powerful territory to fight?

"This is already the only demon territory within 300 miles. If you're not satisfied, we'll have to move on elsewhere! The girl's cold voice floated out of nowhere, with a clanging metallic sound.

"No, just hit this territory." The demon wizard looked down and thought for a moment, and finally made up his mind.

The strength of this territory is already a bit close to the upper limit of his own cemetery legion, but if you really prepare carefully, the losses should be able to control within an acceptable range. His biggest trouble now is the lack of information around him, and he doesn't even know the plane he is currently in, if he runs into the field of vision of a certain abyss lord, it will be tantamount to announcing the complete failure of the master's abyss raid this time.

Turning around and looking at the elite army of the cemetery under his command, the demon wizard's blood was boiling, his fighting spirit was high, he raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, waved his hand towards the target designated by the ghost, and rolled away with smoke and dust.

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The heavens and the earth are trembling.

It was night, but I couldn't see the two lunar disks that hung in the sky forever, and the sky was obscured by billowing clouds. Thunder and lightning intertwined, illuminating this hell on earth as well as the black and red blood-colored sky.

Countless small voices were whimpering, wailing, and the terrible sound swirled and stirred, always impacting and growing in my mind, and finally converging into a loud bang that paralyzed my heart.

I can't hear any sound anymore, it's not that the sound is gone, but it's so huge that it's beyond what I can bear.

Although the voice could not be heard, the sorrow and resentment that gathered thousands of souls to the extreme despair were tightly wrapped around their souls, so that they could not find peace at every moment.

Countless faces, distorted, numb, or poignant...... presented themselves one by one. Each face stared at itself and stretched out its helpless arms, as if asking for help, but more like trying to pull themselves into their ranks.

Screaming, young Hansen? Bremila sat up abruptly on the bed. After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, he buried his pale face deep in his hands, and a series of tears quietly slipped down his fingers.

This is a curse, a curse for the thousands of people who died miserably in Morolhead. As a member of the royal family of Bremila, he naturally carries this heavy burden.

They're cursing, they're resentful. Why did they have to endure such torture? Why are they dead and they are still alive? The Bremila family has enjoyed nearly a thousand years of reverence, but they have not fulfilled their duty to protect them, which is a sin that they should bear!

Self-blame made Hansen depressed and depressed, and resentment made Hansen hate his own incompetence.

Hansen, who was immersed in all kinds of negative feelings, didn't notice that his face was getting paler and paler, but there was a strange blood red in the depths of his eyes. This bit of red seems to have life, drifting and changing under his eyes, constantly devouring the extreme emotions that are surging up in his heart, and gradually developing and growing.

Breathing more and more rapidly, Hansen's cheeks were getting hot, and he struggled to tear open the collar of the front of his dressing gown, trying to breathe a little easier.

Why did Mojor Head go through this ordeal? Why is it that the enemy is in sight, and I am trapped in a lonely city? One qiē is all because I don't have the power to change the world.

Strength, I want power!

The voice that emerged from the depths of his heart stirred his body and mind, immersed him in infinite hatred and infinite reverie, and he didn't notice that the bedroom had been gradually filled with red light, and many treacherous and changeable blood-colored runes had even appeared in the air.

At the same time, far away in the secret room of a lonely mage tower on the northern edge of the city, Master Kulinax slowly opened his eyes.

The glow of the magic gems on the walls illuminated the space. In the faint dull luster, subtle textures are faintly visible from beneath the smooth floor, forming a grand and cumbersome circle. It is not a common form of magic circle such as five and six rays, and various complex pattern runes are staggered, hooked with each other, forming a complex mangpoint similar to the circular magic circle, supporting the deep shadow in the most central point.

If you look closely, you will find that this human form outlined by the shadow is actually seven or eight points similar to the young Hansen's majesty, and the core of the shadow is wrapped in a bright blood ball.

The blood mass was not static, but kept tumbling and bulging, as if there was a deformed and twisted strange bug hiding inside, trying to tear apart the viscous blood film outside, and occasionally one or two squeaky sounds could be heard.

As the blood mass churned, an inexplicable red mist drifted out from inside, and the red mist was trapped in the formless and substantiated deep shadows by the circular magic circle on the outside, gathering more and more. Suddenly, the rich red mist converged into a huge prismatic crystal in front of the shadow's chest, the crystal was blood-red, and in the center was a purple stripe, and under the flow of light, there seemed to be a huge eye on the shadow's chest!

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