Chapter 270: The Wish of Revenge

The battle broke out again. Buzureano could not take the Dark Knight seriously, but he could not underestimate the giant bone skeleton. The huge sickle was not slower than Buzureano's speed. Moreover, there was an epiphysical magic on the sickle. When it swung rapidly, black smoke like waves appeared. Even if it was scratched by the smoke, black spots would appear on Buzureano's silver-white fur, and it would take some time to restore its original state.

An Fei was not idle either. It seemed that Anna Sita had regarded An Fei as an unpredictable variable, which allowed An Fei to be taken seriously. One bone spear after another kept shooting towards An Fei from three directions. The dark knight who rushed over from Buzureano even surrounded An Fei. An Fei relied on speed. His own ability to resist attacks could not be compared with those swordsmen and knights protected by fighting spirit, and he could not spare his energy to think about Susanna's changes for a while.

Susanna's strength suddenly increased greatly, and she could almost compete with the peak power. She could even barely take the attack of the super-level creature Ghost Dragon. Although she was injured, it was enough to prove that her power had a fundamental change. However, perhaps because of the mutual generation and restraint of elements, the Ghost Dragon seemed to be a little afraid of Susanna who had grown light wings. She sported the bone wings and flew up to the sky, always keeping a certain distance from Susanna, but just used magic to attack downwards.

What is even more difficult to understand is that if she had fought a strong enemy in the past, no matter how difficult her opponent was, as long as An Fei joined the battle group, she would definitely have to spend some energy to pay attention to An Fei. Until she had reason to confirm An Fei's safety, she would start the battle with all her heart. But now she never looked at An Fei. Her eyes were full of hatred, as if the holy angel hated the dead creature, her eyes were nailed to the ghost dragon, and she didn't care about anything else.

The most leisurely person is Slambelle. People and place names are the shadows of trees. Although he personally admitted that he was injured, he was the High Priest of Light after all. For the undead creatures, Slambelle is the most terrifying butcher in the world. No undead mage dared to put his ideas on him.

Black Eleven and Apa looked very bad. They understood that they could not be able to do their best by trying to do their best. They were not qualified to participate in the battle of this level in front of them. Radical going up would drag down their companions. Among these people, Chris Ding saw Susanna's abnormality. He sometimes lowered his head and thought, and sometimes quietly looked at the scepter in Slandbeger's hand. When Slandbeger had just taken out the scepter, there was a vivid little angel at the top of the scepter, but now the little angel is gone.

Chris Ding searched for magic information in his mind, but Light Magic is a branch independent of elemental magic. It is like a mountain. His understanding of Light Magic is far from enough and he cannot find anything valuable.

No one noticed that the broken limbs and broken arms left on the battlefield and the viscous black blood were slowly moving, concentrating towards the same point. The last hill composed of pure blood mud slowly raised.

Slamberge was the first to discover elemental fluctuations. When his eyes turned, rows of zombies rushed out of the corrosive fog and roared towards the Blood Mountain. Another pounced on the Blood Mountain without hesitation. The Blood Mountain had a strange attraction, not only sucking the zombies, but even wrapping the zombies in, like a giant who could eat.

When the last zombie was also eaten, a huge squirming sound came over, and the two were stretched out like arms above the blood mountain. It was composed of dozens of zombies, broken limbs and broken arms and sticky blood. Then two legs were separated from them. In the astonished eyes of Slambelle and others, the flesh and blood giant slowly raised his legs and took a step forward.

The ground trembled, and the smelly black spots splattered like rain. The flesh and blood giant was too heavy, but its body was composed of zombies. The flesh and flesh of the zombie could not withstand this kind of impact. For the flesh and blood giant, it was just one step. But for the zombies, it was a violent impact.

The expressions of Slamberge and Buzureano changed drastically at the same time. They both thought of a very evil puppet technique in the undead system. Slamberge was okay. Buzureano was not aware of it and was almost hit by the huge sickle that hit him head-on.

The first step was just a test. Soon, the flesh-and-blooded giant walked straight towards An Fei step by step. The ground was trembling constantly, and a bunch of black rain splashed around. If the road was longer, the flesh-and-blooded giant might destroy itself. The possessed zombies were limited after all, but unfortunately the distance between it and An Fei was only one hundred meters, and it could withstand consumption.

The corrosive fog that stopped there also began to move, slowly stretching and permeating, greedily absorbing the vitality of the earth. The control ability of the undead magic is as terrifying as the ability to kill. If you are trapped in the corrosive fog, there is no need to persist in the battle.

Slambelle stretched out his hand, and the holy light rose into the sky. The scepter in his hand suddenly turned into a living creature and flew into the air automatically. As Slambelle's spell sounded between heaven and earth, the scepter emitted a stronger and stronger golden light, and was still spinning in the air. If it weren't for the large difference in shape, it would be like a sun.

When the last spell was spit out of Slambet's mouth, his figure couldn't help but shake and almost fell to the ground. Chris Ding subconsciously reached out to help, but for some reason he retracted his hand halfway. Nya held Slambetger and asked with concern: "Sir, are you okay?"

"Thank you, I'm fine." Slambelle smiled and raised his hand to look at the scepter in the air.

The warm light scattered out of the scepter and enveloped the grass around it. This light had an inexpressible infectious force, and even the green grass turned golden. The fog of corrosion that spread was blocked outside by the light and was not enough to make progress. However, the flesh and blood giant didn't care anything and still walked forward step by step, but a thick black air rose on the surface of its entire body, as if burning.

Slanberge's face changed again. Such evil puppets cannot be killed with ordinary attacks. They can only rely on magic. No swordsman can cause fatal damage to it. Even the great swordsman cannot do it. Even if the flesh and blood giant is split in half, the flesh and blood will still be combined together. It is a monster that cannot be killed! Only magic can solve the problem fundamentally, but the magician here has the only one who has the ability to destroy the puppet. If even the guardian of the holy light is powerless, he has to sit and wait for death.

"Kill him! Kill him!!" Annasita in the distance fell into manic excitement.

Since she was injured by the God of the Imperial Seal released by Slambeer in the mercenary country, she has not had a good life. Although the God of the Imperial Seal is a useless magic and is of little use. At most, it can only protect a certain bearer from the erosion of the undead magic for a certain period of time, the damage to Annasita is very serious. Everything she has was strongly rejected by the God of the Imperial Seal, and this rejection is never stopped. What is the pain of being peeled and cramped at all times? Annasita feels that it is already very good that she has not gone crazy!

If it were just pain, Annasita would not have been so defiant. A necromancer with the divine mark was naturally ruthlessly ridiculed by his companions. His subordinates who respect her on weekdays always try every means to avoid her. Annasita knew that her prestige had been devastated!

In fact, according to the original plan, her task was to capture An Fei and Niya and send them to the headquarters. As for the others, they could kill them if they could. Don’t fight head-on, and pay attention to preserving their strength. Annasita agreed on the surface, but in fact she had her own plan. If she wanted to regain her prestige and wash away the shame on her body, she had to kill Slanberge! So she didn’t dare to take out all her last possessions and stole the holy weapon. Now seeing victory in sight, she hated Slanberge very much, and she couldn’t control her emotions.

"Attack! You idiot!" Annasita screamed again. She waved her staff with her right hand. The ghost dragon in the distance roared and dived towards Susanna below. Annasita, who was eager to take revenge, had already used power close to the limit. On the one hand, she had to control the ghost dragon, and on the other hand, she had to control the flesh and blood puppet. If any other elder dared not do this, if the undead magic backfires, it would be much scarier than other magic.

"Kill me all..." The screams were not stopped, and Annasita suddenly felt a wave of magic power. She turned around and looked back, and saw a fire dragon rushing towards her with its teeth and claws.

Annasita did not move. She made a very careful plan. Here she had set up a powerful defensive magic circle. Although other undead mages had been sent out by her, a fire dragon could not harm her.

With a bang, the fire dragon exploded more than ten meters away from Annasita, turning into a fire cloud and floating around.

"Who?" Annasita shouted loudly, and at the same time released a magic signal, notifying other undead mages to come back immediately. It was really difficult for her. Not only did she have to control the ghost dragon and the Blood River puppet, but she also had to release magic signals now. Fortunately, she is an old-level figure and can barely maintain it.

"Introduce yourself, my name is Entos." A voice came over, and then a figure walked out from behind an ancient tree in the distance. It was an ordinary middle-aged magician. He didn't see him chanting spells, and his body floated into the air like leaves.
Chapter completed!