The corpse king Baowo broke out of the ground and knocked Elun away directly.

At this time, Bowo had changed his shape, covered with a layer of green light, and his muscles were vigorous, knocking Erlun to the ground and pressing him tightly.

The poisonous armor on Erlun's body did not seem to have a strong corrosion effect on this big guy. Although the part of Bouer's body contacting him was also smoking, the corrosion rate was obviously much slower than the corrosion rate of the zombie guards before.

"Bower wants to hit you...Bower wants to smash you into meat pie!" Bower roared vaguely.

Bowo began to take his fist madly. Erlun was now being pinned between his thighs by him. He felt as if he was being tightly pinned by a huge vise and could not move. He even had difficulty breathing. He only felt that two green shadows were constantly blowing down above his head, and the sky was dark.

Erlun was a little confused by this sudden attack, and even had no sense of resistance.

Smer was not idle at this time. He knew that although Bowo was strong, he was still far from Erlun's power in his violent state. Even with the blessing of his evil attraction, he might be able to barely approach level 27.

Although Bowo's melee attack is fierce, it is still difficult to gain an advantage if he wants to confront Erlun at level 30.

So Smier immediately prepared to rush to help Bowo and launched [Horror Poker]!

Smier shuffled his cards in his mind again, and then drew a playing card.

This time when he drew out the playing cards, there seemed to be a wonderful change in his spiritual consciousness.

He found that there seemed to be a dazzling light in front of his eyes. In a trance, everything around him became a bit bizarre.

What he unexpectedly unexpected was that waves of fantastic energy fluctuations suddenly appeared around him, and the wonderful music of the zithers sounded in his ears. He seemed to be in a majestic palace with a solemn atmosphere. At this moment, he felt as if he was sitting with thousands of people, his mind was rippling, as if some ministers were crawling at his feet, praying and kneeling at himself, and he seemed to possess supreme glory and power.

When Smier gradually adapted to this feeling, Smier saw clearly the playing card he drew from the slowly dissipating golden light. This time he was very lucky to draw a king ace!

The suit of this King's ace is spades, which can convert damage into strength when causing damage and feed back into the user's body.

Smier's eyes lit up. It was the first time he had drawn the king's trump card, and he was suddenly excited!

He secretly sensed it, and the way to use the king ace appeared in his mind.

It turns out that the effects of this king ace are divided into two types. When you hold it in your hand, it can activate the King's Glory effect, so that the vassals within a hundred meters around you can get the blessing of King's Glory, greatly improving their combat power and defense. When the vassals die, they will continue to fight in an immortal state for one minute. These vassals can be designated by the user, and no more than ten people can be exceeded. When the trump card is thrown out, the trump card will turn into the treasure house of the king, and various surprise phantoms collected by King Gilgamesh are shot out from it, causing huge damage to enemies within the attack range and accompanied by spiritual impact.

After sensing the effect, Smier smiled evilly and put the playing cards in his hand on his chest.

In an instant, brilliant glare began to spread around Smyr's side from the inside of this king's playing card. The glare flashed, and a phantom robe that was the same as the king on the playing card appeared in it. It was jewel-like and noble and elegant, and it set off a series of breathtaking torrents. A miniature of a crown appeared on Smyr's head, and a golden scepter was added to his hand.

Relying on the playing card effect, Smier immediately chose the four zombie guards on the ground and Bower who was fighting Erlun as his vassal. In fact, he wanted to choose the Lass who had fainted, but for some reason, the judgment failed and he failed. Smier speculated that the vassal he could choose must be the object he could control through evil attraction. Lasss could not be controlled and could not become a vassal.

After these five vassals were confirmed, their bodies were suddenly covered with a layer of golden power armor. Each piece of armor on the armor flashed with dazzling golden light, making these five guys instantly become like divine weapons descending to earth, with amazing momentum.

Especially when the corpse king Baowo put on the golden armor, it immediately became even more terrifying. The raised muscles on his body made all the armor pieces stand up, like a huge golden armadillo that was constantly breathing. As he hit the ground with a golden punch, Elun's body was completely knocked into the ground, and all the steel bars below cracked out, and sand and gravel tiles flew.

The violent bombardment continued, and Erlun, who was trapped in a passive state, burst out with an angry roar, and a poisonous wave suddenly broke out of the ground, sweeping the golden punch that Bowo was smashing down.

"You damn trash! Go and die!"

Erlun roared wildly, the poisonous armor on his body had broken metal, and the long black windbreaker on his body was also torn to pieces, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and blood was flowing.

Erlun covered his stomach in pain, and a stream of black and red chaotic poison gas circling around him, constantly changing its shape. The crazy Baowo was still trying to bombard him, but his fists were now unable to break through. When each punch was knocked down, it would be swept away by the wave of poison gas, as if a barbarian fist hit an elastic ball.

"I really didn't expect that I would force me to use the poisonous giant soldiers to deal with you garbage!" Erlun said gritting his teeth.

"Oh? Do you have any other tricks?" Smer said disdainfully.

"Haha, I just played with you just now. Next, I will make you regret this garbage forever!"

"You are still as confident as your disgusting father! I like to see the way you tear your confident face apart. Oh, by the way, if this was just a metaphor before, then now, I really want to tear your face apart..." Smer looked at Erlun with a grin.

Smyr did not see that although he was crowned with the crown and his body exuded a vast kingly aura, the expression on his face was full of resentment and terror.

At this moment, there may be no hatred in his heart at this moment, or hatred has now become a reason for him to vent his evil. He only wants to tear Elun into pieces, and only wants to return the pain and torture brought to him by the Wenbula clan. He has to make a complete liquidation in his past and present lives today.

Erlun looked at Smer in an evil manner and said coldly:

"I have had enough of your disgusting smiley face, so I'll let you get a bargain and die faster!"

Erlun mentioned his family, and Smer suddenly felt that his chest seemed to be filled with blood in an instant, and a terrible force rushed straight into his celestial cover.

In his heart, the father is the eagle on the sea, the overlord on the sea, and his sacred status, and no one should blaspheme!

Anger instantly swallowed his reason, but Smael couldn't show it. He could only laugh wildly. The laughter made people creepy and made people feel that the heart seemed to have changed its beating frequency because of his crazy laughter.

"Hahahahaha... a wild dog before dying... still likes to bark constantly. Do you want to ask for help?"

Erlun looked at Smair in disdain and said viciously:

"You disgusting bastard, you are just an ant at my mercy! Go and die!"
Chapter completed!