The four corners of the temple are hidden with strange crystals called [Source Diamond].

However, when Charles was busy and took out the fourth [Source Diamond] in the last corner, another stone in his backpack suddenly automatically popped up the item information:

"The Stone of Ion. Dragon's Grip] has activated ......"

What's going on?

Charles was full of question marks, and since he met the Pale Lord Druux, he forced this magical treasure to stop functioning and stuff it into the object space.

"Would you like to take it out and have a look?" Charles hesitated a little, glanced at the withered man who was standing outside the circular circle, ignoring foreign affairs, and with a thought, the stone that had already emitted a colorful light was immediately grabbed by him and hidden in the sleeve of the robe.

Buzz Buzz ......

The spindle-shaped stone in the palm of his hand has been emitting a slight humming sound, as if a bee is flying, and the vibration frequency is extremely high, like a beast in a state of excitement.

"Oops!"

As soon as he took out the gem, Charles suddenly felt as if a giant hammer had been smashed into him in the void. The sound of an unreal mirror shattering echoed in his ears, as if some barrier had broken, and a pair of evil red eyes, gazed from an unknown space, locked onto him.

Almost instantly, he shoved the 'Stone of Ion' back into the backpack space, but the evil eye still had no news, and Charles's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

"Hahahahaha......"

In the next second, the sound of crazy, high-pitched laughter immediately reverberated through the dilapidated temple of Ashalond.

"A high-level professional has teleported over!"

Before Charles could say a word, the withered one standing in front of the circle turned around sharply. Keep an eye on the steps outside the temple. Whispered.

"I know!" Charles responded with a shout. "This is a demon believer, the Pale Lord, who must be dealt with before we can use the portal calmly!"

"Ron, you're causing me trouble again!"

Alyssa was so angry that her face turned pale, even with her indifferent heart after the fall, she couldn't help but scold at this moment: "What bullshit cooperation! You can't even shake off this tail, and you dare to come and cooperate with me! ”

"Let's kill that guy first." Charles shrugged. Pretending to walk over calmly, he took out the shield and the light steel shield, which had been broken to a pulp.

"He handed it over to me, you take care of the portal, it is very fragile, if it is broken, it will take years to repair......" Alyssa was angry and laughed when she saw the priest impostor take out his weapon and put on a battle look.

The man's melee prowess, which she had confirmed through her previous battles with the Statue of Formation.

Rookie.

Anyone whose combat effectiveness is lower than the exemplary level, Alyssa is called a rookie. Because she's qualified. If there is no exemplary strength, there will be a drag oil bottle by her side.

Of course. Alyssa is even more angry, when has this been, this impostor who keeps saying that he wants to cooperate still refuses to show his true strength a little, repel demon believers, always hide his head and tail, and his mouth is powerful.

However, the hero never knew that in fact, this melee strength was already more than half of Charles's combat power, and even if he used divine magic to strengthen himself, improve his attributes, and increase various immunity values, there was still a very obvious gap between him and the real exemplary professional.

"Boom"

In the two days of small quarrels, a small teleportation circle had already formed outside the door of the temple, and the necromancer wearing a black robe and emitting dark energy rays all over his body walked out in the light.

"[Undead Armor Affinity]!"

"[Manipulate the Necromancy]!"

As soon as he walked out of the teleportation array, Duru waved the white bone staff, only to see him grasp the staff, and the exposed palm of his hand, the surface skin quickly dried up and hardened, from the original white and bloodless appearance, to a mummy.

With the casting of the next four-ring spell [Manipulating Necromancy], the silent underground temple suddenly resounded with the roar of a large number of undead creatures.

Click.

The bones of adventurers who have existed for an unknown number of years are stacked next to the steps of the temple, strangely assembled. Summoned skeletons, dressed in tattered cloth shirts or half-rusted breastplates, armed with embroidered swords and broken swords, poured into the temple.

Fortunately, there are no newly dead creatures coming in from the depths of the ruins, otherwise there will be many more zombies at this moment, and even ghouls and demons.

"Souls, a lot of souls, I smell a very strong soul breath, hehe, just right, let the dead deal with you......" Duru laughed gloomily.

"[Level 5 Undead Summoning Technique]!"

With a wave of his staff, the crystal skull embedded in the top of the white bone staff and the deep sunken eye socket shot out two blood-colored rays.

"I am willing to fight for you!"

A tall figure riding a skeletal steed appeared at the foot of the temple steps along with the black mist. The knight on the horse was a skeleton general, and the silver armor draped on his body showed scorched black marks of burning flames, and he didn't know where Duru summoned this patriotic hero, which was simply blasphemous.

And at the same time as the skeleton general, there were dozens of virtual necromancers, resentful spirits, bound spirits, and ghosts, which cried and howled around the temple, and the harsh sound carried a disturbing power.

"Look, in addition to the soul, there seems to be a dragon hidden here...... Oh no, it should be called the Ghost Dragon, and you should fight for me at this time......"

Duru stopped outside the temple door, no longer moving half a step, but kept waving his staff to cast spells.

"Impact—"

The Skeleton General lowered his broadsword on his horse and pointed at the open temple, the surrounding skeletons and heavenly spirits roaring with him.

"He's preparing a powerful spell that must be stopped!" Charles shouted to Alyssa.

When the Pale Lord spoke of the Ghost Dragon, the Charles had a bad feeling. Because, the Pale Lord has a very powerful class ability, [Necromantic Follower], and the ghost dragon that has never appeared is very likely to be enslaved by him, so the situation is even worse.

"No need for your nonsense!"

Alyssa was really angry, when she sensed the teleportation spell, she thought it was just a slightly stronger character, who knew that as soon as Duru appeared, she lost a few spells in a row. Such a perfect spell use ability is rare among spellcasters in the hero realm.

Roar.

The roar of the beast resounded throughout the temple, and it was still the silver ferocious lion, like lightning rushing out of the temple, and the group of skeleton soldiers who had just attacked the steps did not know how many died in an instant, in short, the steps were full of broken bones.

"Death!"

The skeleton general, who had retained the ability to speak before his death, galloped to his horse and swung his broad-bladed sword on horseback.

A look of disdain flashed in the eyes of the silver ferocious lion that landed on the ground, as if mocking the trash fish. In the face of the sword wrapped in the cold wind, the ferocious lion not only did not dodge, but on the contrary, it pounced fiercely and bit the sword in one bite.

"Click"

A crisp sound, cracks all over the blade.

Wow. Another flash of silver shadow.

The Skeleton General still wields his sword on his horse, and the image seems to stand still at this moment.

In the next second, like a sand tower, this person turned into white bones and scattered to the ground in the blink of an eye. (To be continued......)