Extraordinary Puppet Master

Upon hearing Dornan's question, Morpheus let out a calm mental wave: "I have no ability to get rid of the mark of slavery left by a demigod."

Donan said coldly: "Do you think we are fools? The mark of slavery implanted by the demigod himself can only be escaped by death!"

At this time, other people were also paying attention to the conversation between the two, and everyone was very curious after hearing it.

It is impossible for the Clearance Empire to make such a stupid mistake. When they heard that a demigod personally enslaved Morpheus, they could not think of any way to get rid of this kind of slavery.

But now Morpheus is completely free and has not acted according to the plan of the Clear Sky Empire at all. He does not look like he is enslaved at all. What is going on?

Morpheus looked down at Dornan's angry and confused face, and his mental fluctuations became mocking.

"I never said that I was a skeleton, it was just wishful thinking of you idiots."

Dornan's face suddenly changed drastically, and he realized something, and then every inch of Morpheus's bones burst into intense light.

The brilliance ignited the bones and turned into a ball of pale flames. Even the soul fire poured into the flames.

The pale flame changed its shape and condensed into a transparent figure at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is a handsome young man, exuding a noble and elegant temperament. His sea-blue eyes shine brightly in the darkness like a pair of sapphires.

The young man elegantly greeted Donan with the common etiquette among the nobles of Herim: "First time we meet, I am Morpheus Ponton, an evil spirit!"

In an instant, all the Jingkong believers felt a coldness that penetrated their bones. The less powerful professionals even had difficulty breathing. Morpheus's unabashed aura oppressed them and they felt uncomfortable.

After Morpheus revealed his true form, Donan's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

He finally understood how Morpheus got rid of the mark of slavery. This was not a skeleton mage at all, but an evil spirit!

Every evil spirit in the world, no matter how weak it is, has its own possession.

For example, the possession of Raymond, whom Carlin killed a year ago, is the pen of story. Even if his soul is lost, he can be reborn in the pen of story.

Of course, Morpheus is no exception. As long as he dies once, he can completely get rid of the slavery mark no matter how powerful it is.

The Clear Sky Empire had always regarded Morpheus as a skeleton, but they didn't expect that this guy was so hidden that he even had to disguise his own race.

"Asshole! Die!"

At this time, a burly mentor-level Clear Space cultist could no longer suppress his anger. He roared and jumped up high. In an instant, he jumped over Morpheus, and the steel hammer hit him with a tragic momentum. .

Morpheus didn't even look at the opponent. A black shadow sprang out from the dense white bones and skeletons on the ground, blocking the owner in front of him first.

The burly cultist saw a tail covered with ferocious barbs being drawn toward him. His expression changed, and the giant hammer in his hand erupted with light, making a mechanical sound, and instantly unfolded into a large mechanical shield.

boom--

After a loud noise, a big hole was made on the ground. The burly cultist fell to the ground, blood flowing from his mouth.

Others quickly stepped forward to help him up and asked with concern.

"Are you OK?"

"Ahem, it's okay, just a little injured."

Just after the burly cultists stood up, the undead army on the ground charged directly towards them, while Morpheus and the dark psychic beast just stood quietly in the air and looked down at everything.

The eight mentor-level Clear Space cultists immediately charged forward with weapons in hand.

As soon as the battle broke out, the eight people rushed into the sea of ​​bones and skeletons like tigers rushing into a herd of sheep.

Just at the moment of contact, more than two hundred white skeletons were beaten into dregs like chopping melons and vegetables.

The professional cultists who stayed in place without charging suddenly heard a clicking sound of gears from the weapons in their hands, and quickly began to deform.

In less than a second, it turned into a hand cannon, and the black barrel reflected the cold metallic light.

The next moment, all the gun barrels roared angrily, and dozens of beams of light swept in. Large areas of bones and skeletons were evaporated into ashes. The two echelons cooperated in an extremely tacit understanding.

Morpheus looked down at the dead and injured skeletons without showing any expression, and just waved his hand.

Immediately, more bones and skeletons crawled out of the dark earth and poured into the eight mentor-level disciples.

The elite undead no longer watched the show and rushed forward among the sea of ​​bones and skeletons. The eight mentor-level disciples were blocked at once.

The two sides immediately started fighting fiercely, and a series of explosions sounded in the battlefield. The scene was filled with the muffled sound of weapons clashing and the dazzling spiritual light.

At this time, five dark crystals with a length of more than three meters rose quietly, floating in the air and rotating around Morpheus.

In Philip Manor, Kraken, who was also nervously watching the battle, his pupils shrank sharply after seeing the five crystals.

"No, it's a witchcraft crystal!"

After the five witchcraft crystals were lifted into the sky, they emitted ripples to support an area. The neat and smooth road was immediately corrupted into black soil by the power of darkness.

All Jingkong believers only felt that their spirituality was invaded by a dirty force. For a time, the spiritual consumption speed increased sharply, and their own strength was also weakened.

On the contrary, the undead seemed to have been given a shot of blood. Their speed, strength and spell power had increased a lot. In an instant, the pressure on the Jingkong cultists increased sharply.

Morpheus didn't seem to want to waste time. Five witchcraft crystals suddenly appeared, and in less than a second, hundreds of spells were blasted at the two dozen professional cultists behind them.

When everyone saw it, they either quickly dodge or transformed the hand cannon into a mechanical shield.

Boom—boom—boom—boom—boom—

After a series of explosions, there were five more corpses on the ground. Everyone else was injured, and the shields in their hands were also damaged.

Eric, who had been watching the battle, also frowned. Morpheus's strength also made him feel some pressure, but his brows soon relaxed.

Shaking his head, he sighed.

"The battle will be over soon. If the environment is different, they can survive for ten more minutes, but they are fighting the undead in the land of black soil."

Elena, with a cold face on the side, said mockingly: "Aren't your Shadow Brigade very powerful? Can Morpheus scare you?"

Eric's face suddenly became embarrassed and he didn't know what to say, but Princess Yilin changed the subject and relieved the awkward atmosphere.

"Since Carlin decided to stay here, I believe he must have figured out a way to deal with Morpheus, right?"

Eric nodded after hearing this: "Don't worry, the leader has said it himself before that it would be easy for him to kill Morpheus."