After a few short but continuous breaths, the male paladin suddenly launched a surprise attack. The crosssword stretched forward and launched a charge without hesitation in a thrusting position.

- Whether you are a Brother Charlton or not, you actually ...... in front of me You must die now!

Almost instantly, the sword touched the robe of the self-proclaimed Pickert Charlton Rice. And at the moment, this guy is still chattering and greeting in his ugly and hoarse voice, just one more moment, another moment the cross sword can pierce his throat! will bear out his sins!

But the next moment was a crisp sound of metal colliding. A crosssword of a similar style, with a distinct difference in grip, appears above the trajectory of the stab. In the midst of the shocked gazes, the massive skeleton warrior showed a dexterity disproportionate to his appearance, easily blocking the spike that was almost indistinguishable from a sneak attack.

The two swords intersected, and the huge shock made the male paladin's face sink. However, he did not stop his move, but pressed forward with the power of the charge. Scattered sparks bloom where the twin swords intersect, making them extra dazzling in the dark. However, the cross sword in the skeleton warrior's hand did not move, and after a moment, it pressed back with greater force.

The wrestling ended with the defeat of the male paladin. He was directly overturned and knocked flying by the skeleton warrior.

"Truly...... It's amazing speed, and I really haven't reacted to it. But it's a pity, it's just a little bit, it really almost hurts me. ”

Pukelt Charlton Rice casually withdrew his hood and walked through with an old face. A face identical to that of Brother Charlton. He was undoubtedly Lesardan Pedros Charlton, the ascetic of the Temple of Notos. At the same time, he is also the corpse collector Les Pukelt, the "wild" necromancer in Fang Qiuling's mouth!

Although there have been speculations for a long time, some preparations have been made. But I didn't expect that my every move would become the biggest help for this guy in front of me!

Fang Qiuling's heart was sinking and full of self-blame.

He knew what the topics were being studied in the Undead Laboratory. There are three pages on the player forums about the sophistication of this research room, and all inferences will eventually lead to a single conclusion - one of the three taboos in the study of magic, the transition between life and death

The conversion of life and death is a taboo, a taboo recognized by spellcasters in the Western Continent. Researchers are often necromancers, lichs, vampires, or other necromantic creatures, and are the ultimate embodiment of the "dark arts". And the zombie hordes that have just been pouring out of the passage are not only guards to protect researchers from being disturbed, but also raw materials for research, waste materials and defective products generated by research......

- I should have thought a long time ago that a zombie of this scale in the underground passage could be controlled by a most mid-level wizard! They are not the men of the corpse collector Les Puckert, but the "assets" of the Undead Laboratory!

Although he is also a necromancer, if he wants to enter the undead research room by himself, Fang Qiuling can say with certainty: You, the corpse collector Les Pukelt are not qualified enough! Without the strength of the golden rank, it is undoubtedly a dream to break through the zombie group alone!

But zombies have weaknesses, even if they are the product of undead research. Their "masters" have long since left, and they do not show much more fighting consciousness than beasts. Without the support of necromantic spells, zombies are more fragile than they appear, and a few holy fires can burn them to death.

"Young man from out of town, are you still thinking about what countermeasures you have now?" After Pokert Charlton Rice finished taunting the paladin, he immediately turned the finger at Fang Qiuling, "What a very good young man, not only has a good brain, but also has a very strong sense of action. Boom ...... How about becoming my apprentice? The legacy left by the undead can contain countless treasures and knowledge. How, think about it? ”

"No, I'm not interested in being a skeleton."

Fang Qiuling refused directly without thinking about it. Necromancers usually make themselves ghosts and ghosts, and the treasures and knowledge in their eyes, Fang Qiuling doesn't feel that he is blessed to enjoy!

"Truly...... It's a shame. Such a learned young man is unwilling to explore the most difficult mystery in the world. As a scholar, you really don't have the desire to learn. Boom ...... It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

Pukelt Charlton Rice set his sights on Lily and Pastor Eddard as they fell to the ground.

Lily was struggling, reaching forward. In front of him was an energy potion that had just been opened, but the bottle fell to the ground due to weakness in his hand. Most of the potions were scattered on the ground. She tried to grab the bottle, but not long ago, her nerves slackened because all the zombies had fallen, and she tried to tense them again - her brain agreed, but her body said no!

Pastor Ed had fainted, fainted very "happily". If his teammates are strong, then he can still open his eyes and see the sun tomorrow; If his teammates don't help, then when he opens his eyes again, he will find that he has become the existence he hated the most.

"Ed is a little weaker, but the foundation is good, and he should be able to make a very good 'toy'. The other one...... Make a corpse and give it to ...... It should be good. ”

As the name suggests, the corpse is a zombie with a beautiful appearance. What is it used for...... It is better for the living not to know, so as not to leave a psychological shadow.

Lily's hairs suddenly stood on end, and her hands and feet, which were originally weak, became a lot more numb. But she was never able to get up, let alone hold a weapon and go into battle. Lily knows what a corpse queen is, so she definitely doesn't want to be such a disgusting being. The Temple of Eros regards the undead as a great enemy, so the paladins and clerics of Eros have a wealth of knowledge about undead creatures.

The male paladin was knocked flying in the wrestling, but he didn't wait for him to land, he forcibly twisted his body in the air to adjust his posture, and then slashed down with a heavy sword from the fall, and the skeleton warrior raised his sword to meet him. A dense series of sounds erupted between the two at once.

The sharp sword light cut through the air, and the stirred air flow could be felt even by Fang Qiuling, who was standing a little farther away. The strength shown by this bone frame is not inferior to that of a genuine paladin, and it also has an absolute advantage in strength. After about three or four weapon collisions, the male paladin had to retreat.

The Skeleton Warrior appeared after the black flames completely engulfed the male paladin. The dagger piercing the paladin's abdomen, combined with the black flames that react violently with the holy water, gives the impression that the paladin was killed by the dagger and subsequently transformed into an undead creature by the black flames.

However, Fang Qiuling knew very well that with the strength of Pukelt Charlton Rice, it was absolutely impossible to transform a paladin with the peak strength of Black Iron into an undead in an instant. Although his method of preemptive action was very clever, Fang Qiuling still found some suspicions from the cross sword in the skeleton warrior's hand.

The Cross Sword currently used by the Notos Paladins was designed a century ago by the Dwarven Master Blacksmith Thorin Armitag Thunderhammer. The blade of the cross sword is divided into two parts, the upper part is straight and sharp, which is convenient for stabbing; The lower section has a serrated corrugated blade, which can be more lethal in slashes. Players are accustomed to referring to this style of cross-sword as the "Ripple Greatsword". At present, the cross sword in the hand of this bone frame is completely straight, and it is obviously not the cross sword that just fell to the ground.

And Fang Qiuling had already identified it. The Skeleton Warrior currently wields the Cross Sword, which is the usual cross sword used by paladins under the command of the God of Justice, and one of the most legendary crosses in this style is the Holy Avenger. Therefore, this style of cross sword is also named the Holy Avenger.

If the skeleton warrior in front of him was transformed from a paladin, then the cross sword in his hand should still be the rippled greatsword he used during his lifetime, not the holy avenger at this moment.

Fang Qiuling guessed that this skeleton should have used the Dark Dagger to open the passage of the undead plane, and then sacrificed the male paladin as a sacrifice and summoned it.

At the top of the skeleton warrior's skull, a faint circle of thorns can be seen. If the thorn pattern is clear and complete, then this bone frame is the "noble" of the skeleton warriors, the Lord of Thorns. The Lord of Thorns is self-aware and has moved away from the category of undead creatures, and is the lowest level of necromantic creatures. Necromantic creatures have been able to restrain their desire for flesh and blood to a limited extent, and their hatred of the living has been able to obtain the lowest price of "lord" status in the Dark Country.

However, the thorn lines on the top of the skeleton warrior's skull are blurred, and a large part of the thorn lines are missing on one side of the skull. This guy's strength was very great, and his speed was not slow, but Fang Qiuling felt that its behavior pattern was no different from that of ordinary resurrected skeleton soldiers. It's just that the base strength and dexterity are high, so they can fight back and forth with the long-trained paladin. So this guy is most likely a product of the failure of the Lord of Advanced Thorns.

The strength of the Lord of Thorns is basically in the middle of the silver stream, and he can civilize the dark element. The strength of the skeleton warrior who fails to advance can also have the silver primary rank, but it does not have the elemental power after civilization.

The two swords separated, and the male paladin flew out again.

Ms. Moghley moved and was about to step forward to answer. There was a sudden sound of breaking the air behind her, which made her long-awaited momentum fade.

"You! You! ”

Lily's frightened voice came from behind her.

Tilting his head slightly, the corner of his eye caught a standing figure at the exit of the dark passage, a figure that should not be standing at this moment.

"Please don't do anything haphazardly, Sister Sally. If you still care about the names of these two. ”

The female priest, who had fainted to the ground shortly after the start of the war, stood up. She held a sword in each hand, and the sword was pointed straight at Pastor Eddard's left chest and Lily's throat.

"Lovely young lady, don't just mess around. If you want to have an extra hole in your throat, you can refer to me when I didn't say what I just said. ”

Lady Mogre stared: "Maggie, I didn't expect you to ...... When did you begin to fall into self-depravity? ”

"Self-depraved?" The priestess chuckled softly, "No, Sister Sally. From the very beginning, I was on my father's side. From the beginning, I entered the temple with a purpose. ”

- Daddy?

Ms. Mowghley noticed the title used by the priestess. This title certainly does not refer to Old Tom, and the only people on the scene who can afford this title are ...... Pukelt Charlton Rice!

"I'll reintroduce myself. My name is not Maggie Leonard, it's Maggie Pockelt Rice. The priestess's voice was soft, and she inadvertently seemed to be a little more enchanting, "I am my father's only daughter, and I am the next head of the Rice family. ”

Miss Moghley's pupils contracted suddenly.

"Truly...... Sally, do you want to continue to resist? Give up, you and your little friend don't have a chance of winning. I told you a long time ago that your personality is too rigid. Although it is a plus, it is also a disadvantage. Boom ...... How, think about it. ”

Puckert Charlton Rice's voice was piercing, like a file scraping bones. Just falling into the ears makes people feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

A series of sparks lit up the darkness slightly. The battle between male paladins and skeleton warriors has heated up. The Skeleton Warrior's attack power is so heavy that it makes the male paladin who was thinking of a quick victory miserable. In the past, he could rely on high-speed movement to pull, and use continuous attacks to "grind" the opponent little by little.

But the battle with the zombie tide has almost drained him, and even if he has holy water and energy potions to support it, it is basically the end of the crossbow. At this moment, he can still swing his sword against the enemy, and it is all because of the raging anger burning in his chest because of the death of his colleagues.

Amid the fierce clash of metals, Pukert Charlton Rice continued: "The gods are but cowards who are selfish and think only of themselves! They steal the power of the Supreme Source and occupy the Supreme Law, but they do nothing. They cherish their feathers and do not want to create welfare for the world, but they accept the offerings of the world. Is such a god worth worshipping? Is it worth cultivating? Is it worth everything for it? ”

His tone gradually became intense, and his piercing voice unconsciously shouted a broken tone.

"Mr. Rice......" Fang Qiuling slowly knelt on one knee, he pressed one hand on the ground, looking exhausted, "You are a 'believer'?" ”

"'The Unbelieved'? No, no, no...... I still have faith. I believe in the ancient gods, the Necromantic Monarch, the co-lord of all the dead, the great Odus. ”

"Y-You're a madman! Odus is a fallen ancient god, and you believe in him! ”

The other people present may not know that "Odus" is that person, but Fang Qiuling is very familiar with it. The old god has fallen, and if you are lucky enough to travel to the realm of nothingness, you can still admire his ugly and disgusting body. Believe in a fallen ancient god, either to steal the remnants of divine power or to replace it.

As for which of them is Pockelt Charlton Rice...... Fang Qiuling was not interested in identifying them, anyway, neither of them was a good thing, they both had to be stopped!

"Truly...... I'm really underestimating you, young man. I didn't expect you to hear the name of my lord. How's that, are you interested in working with me? I still like you. ”