Extraordinary Puppet Master

Morpheus recalls every bit of his life like a bystander. As an undead, his mind has no ripples. The undead are cold-blooded and ruthless. To him, everything in his life is just a piece of pure memory information.

Behind him, two mentor-level ghost mages were surrounding a gray spring.

In the spring, the thick gray mist surged and reflected a scene, which was the scene on the fifth floor of Princess Carmen. Except for the manors or mansions with various open barriers that could block their view, the other places were unobstructed.

At this time, one of the ghost mages said respectfully to Morpheus: "Master, Dornan is about to enter the mansion in the southwest corner."

Morpheus said nothing after hearing this, but a spiritual wave spread from it.

Immediately, the undead guarding the tower began to move after sensing the information in the mental fluctuations.

In an instant, more than half of the undead came with endless bones and skeletons, but Morpheus still stood quietly on the top of the tower.

A terrifying number of white skeletons split into two groups and quickly advanced towards Seremilin and Yilin's mansion on the fifth floor. This scene made many people change their minds.

Dornan still knew nothing about Morpheus's behavior, and Serimilin's face instantly turned dark when he saw all this in Philip Manor.

Others only thought that Serimilin was furious about the safety and incompetence of his psychic beast, but he was already scolding in his heart, and he greeted all the female relatives of Morpheus's ancestors for eighteen generations one by one.

‘Damn, this is different from the planned plan!

Didn't General Reyes plant the mark of slavery on that skeleton? How could it disobey orders and act without backlash? ! ’

At this time, Richard and a group of more than 60 people were at the gate of the back courtyard of the manor, looking for an opportunity to rush out.

His eyes lit up when he saw the army of undead dividing up, and he shouted loudly: "Now!"

A strange-looking large sword suddenly appeared in the hand of Yang, who was at the front of the team. There were sharp serrations on the sword's blade, and the obvious gaps in the sword's body looked like countless blades pieced together.

With a flick of the brush, Yang's figure disappeared from the spot, and Shadow rushed into the sea of ​​skeletons like lightning.

In an instant, a whirlwind of death blew up in the sea of ​​skeletons from Yang's serrated sword. Each white skeleton was cut into two pieces by the powerful force, and a blank area with a diameter of more than ten meters was cleared in an instant.

Just when their violent soul fire was about to explode, countless silver threads suddenly shot out from the bodies of the thirty or so Lifeweaver cultists.

[Spiritual Thread] accurately pierced into the soul fire and broken bones, and a large number of white bones and skeletons that were cut into pieces by Yang instantly recovered.

This scene is as if a group of highly skilled tailors used needles and threads to sew the fragmented skeletons back together.

In an instant, the souls of a large number of skeletons were controlled by [Spiritual Threads], transformed into string puppets in the hands of the Fate Weaver Cultists, and began to attack their companions crazily, continuing to expand the blank area opened up by Yang.

Richard and others did not waste the opportunity created by Yang and the thirty or so Fateweaver cultists. A group of people rushed into the gap they opened like lightning.

In this way, Yang Yima took the lead and opened the way at the front, followed by more than thirty professional level life-weaver cultists using [Spirit Thread] to turn each bone skeleton into his own puppet to form a strong line of defense against the sea of ​​skeletons. The impact of self-destruction.

The others at the back all chose long-range attacks, sending out spells one after another to support Yang in the front, to prevent him from suffering too many skeletons from self-destructing at the same time.

Even if Yang is powerful, he cannot withstand the power of a large group of skeletons self-destructing.

With this clear division of labor and cooperation, a team of more than fifty people managed to break through the siege of the sea of ​​skeletons.

At this time, Morpheus, who was on the top of the tower, suddenly looked at the group of people who had just broken through the siege. He just watched quietly, as if looking at a group of ants.

The wizard tower instantly condensed dozens of bone spears exuding the aura of death and shot them out in a whoosh.

As the sound of breaking through the air sounded, Richard's expression changed. All of them felt a strong sense of oppression, and a sense of fatal threat emerged in their hearts.

While Mrs. Amiya ran quickly, her hands danced rapidly without looking back, and the spirits of the thirty or so Life Weaver cultists immediately condensed into a tight whole.

The silver threads emanating from their bodies began to dance along with the movements of Lady Amiya's hands, and instantly weaved into dozens of large nets to cover the incoming bone spears.

All the bone spears were immediately caught by the big net in the middle, and with a bang, they were broken down into a pile of bones and dregs and scattered.

But Richard and his group ran faster, and within a few seconds they jumped nearly a hundred meters further away from the wizard tower and the dark vortex.

Morpheus just watched their figures go away quietly, and did not send troops to pursue them. He looked like he had everything under control. No one knew what he was thinking.

After realizing that there were no pursuers behind him, Richard finally breathed a sigh of relief. They ran towards the southwest corner of the fifth floor of the mansion, and Charles was among the crowd.

At this time, Carlin's voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The situation is not right. All plans are suspended immediately. Prioritize your own safety. If you find something is wrong, retreat immediately!"

At the same time, Leah, Connor, Hannibal, and Erica also received news from Carlin.

After the undead army divided into two groups and attacked the manor in the northwest corner of Serimilin and the northeast corner of Yilin, Carlin felt that something was wrong.

The actions of this group of undead are very different from the previous divination results. You cannot act rashly and you must wait and see first.

On the other side, Yilin, who saw all this in the Ranger Club Manor, cast a grateful look at Eric with a frightened expression on her face.

"Fortunately, Mr. Eric suggested that I move my subordinates here, otherwise my psychic beast would never be able to escape the opponent's poisonous hands."

On her shoulder, a dark blue crystal bird also chirped crisply.

Eric just modestly declined his credit for a while. At this time, Carlin, who was also watching all this from the mid-risk area of ​​the spiritual world, suddenly became confused again.

‘What happened to those people in Dornan? Didn't the divination result say that their target was Richard and Gloria's psychic beast?

Why did this group of undead seek to bring bad luck to Serimilin and Yilin? ’

'what is going on? Could it be that the divination results were completely wrong? ’

While thinking this, Eric found an excuse to leave alone, and no one else paid attention.

After Eric left everyone, he entered a bathroom as quickly as possible.

Carlin didn't care about anything else and directly controlled Eric to hold the story pen and write quickly on the bathroom wall.

In an instant, the banyan tree in the virtual god's country only felt that one-twentieth of its spirituality evaporated in an instant. Eric's spirituality was just gone. This situation directly shocked Carlin.

But what he wrote next made him almost scream.

‘The development of reality is hundreds of millions of times different from Carlin’s expectation. The undead who were imprinted with the mark of absolute slavery unexpectedly escaped from the control of the Clear Sky Empire and began to act without authorization.

The once-famous red-robed wizard was a chosen one who created his own path during his lifetime, and now he is only one step away from reaching the legendary level.

And he knows everything about the [King Selection] ceremony. His name is Morpheus Ponton. ’

In just three lines of text, half of the banyan tree's spirituality disappeared. Just as the name of Morpheus Ponton was written in the story, Carlin felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

He immediately asked Eric to forcefully control the story pen to write some brief information about the Ponton family.

"Well, the name of the red-robed wizard is not important. The Ponton family to which he belongs rose up 2,513 years ago. This is a family with a long history. The extraordinary system is the path of the Witch King. This is a group of powerful people. wizard"

But Morpheus, who was in the high tower, had already sensed that someone was divining him. He was not far from him on the fifth floor of the Princess Carmen, and he just sneered at this.

"snort!"

The majestic tower instantly bloomed with light, and a terrifying dark force emerged from the dark vortex at the bottom and disappeared into the unknown part of the spiritual world.