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"This is the property of the Knights of the Round Table, tell us your intentions!" the young man tried.

However, Minsk was not someone who liked chatting with the enemy before a battle. Listening to the young man's words, Minsk remained silent, with murderous intent gleaming in his eyes.

Seeing that something was wrong, the young man immediately drew out his heavy sword. He was covered in heavy black armor, and dazzling holy flames burned on the edge of the sword. The temperature of the entire mine rose a few points.

Minsk didn't say much. With a wave of his hand, ten ferocious heads flew out from under his robe.

This is Minsk's signature death magic. However, the ten heads at this time are much stronger than they were at the Boneyard. Each head has a T-shaped ankh representing death. This is the origin.

The imprint of the power of Death is also the Mark of Death belonging to Minsk.

"The Holy Flame of Dawn!"

The young man swung his giant sword and rolled up the flames. The flames instantly filled the entire mine. Even the walls at the edge of the mine showed signs of melting. In the flames, a sword light flashed like the dawn light, and the next second it struck directly at Ming Ming.

Sk.

Minsk turned a deaf ear to the coming attack and did not move even a moment, allowing the sword to strike down.

Whoosh!

The sword light fell, and the sound of cutting flesh and blood was heard. The young man holding the sword looked happy, and then thick blood spattered out, and Minsk was cut into two pieces by the sword.

"Ignorant Xiaoxiao!" The young man snorted coldly and planned to put away the heavy sword in his hand.

However, the next second he couldn't help but frown. The ten heads in the air were able to launch attacks on their own after breaking away from the controller!

In other words, the controller is not dead yet! He was cut into two pieces and he is still alive? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

"Is this all the Templars are capable of?" A hoarse voice echoed in the mine.

The young man holding the sword couldn't help but widen his eyes, and the next scene was so strange that it made his scalp numb.

I saw that Minsk's corpse was decaying rapidly, turning into a pile of rotten flesh in a few breaths, with green putrid liquid flowing freely.

Suddenly, a pale and frightening arm poked out from among the rotten meat. After a while, a handsome young man with a dog hugging his back crawled out from the rotten meat. The foul-smelling green putrid slime was still there.

It flows on its body surface.

"What kind of monster are you!?" The sword-wielding boy couldn't help but sigh.

Minsk stared at the other party coldly: "It would be great to make you a puppet!"

"Villain! Die!"

The young man was also somewhat bloody. He raised his sword and charged forward. The ten heads in the air were swept away by the holy flames and found it difficult to get close to them.

Minsk still stood there and allowed the opponent to charge.

In the blink of an eye, the young man holding the sword had arrived at Minsk's side, and the heavy sword wrapped in holy flames struck down in front of his face.

Minsk murmured expressionlessly: "Death Coil!"

As soon as he finished speaking, gurgling black gas emerged from the surface, and a black pool of foul-smelling black water appeared at the feet of the boy holding the sword. Countless inferi were struggling in the black water, pulling at the body of the boy holding the sword, as if they were trying to pull him into infinity.

in the dark water.

The moment the undead came into contact with the boy, the boy holding the sword felt weak all over. Even the heavy sword in his hand became several times heavier, and he almost let go.

"Sword of Punishment!"

The young man struggled hard, and the heavy sword in his hand bloomed with dazzling holy light. At the same time, a giant sword was suspended above Minsk's head. The giant sword was nearly seven or eight meters high, shining with dazzling sacred light.

Minsk did not dare to be too aggressive when facing the Sword of Punishment. Physical attacks could not cause damage to him, but at this time, the Sword of Punishment above his head seemed to deal damage with the attribute of Holy Light. Although there was still a certain gap between the level of the power of Death, but

It will also restrain the power of Death to a certain extent.

After all, the sword-wielding boy is a new generation of Templars. His combat intuition is stronger than Minsk imagined. He can make the most correct judgment at this time, which makes Minsk admire him.

It's a pity that the two sides have conflicting positions and cannot instigate the opponent to join the Death God Cult. For such an opponent that cannot be controlled, the best way is to kill the opponent and refine it into an undead puppet. A puppet like this will last for several months in Minsk

Three have been refined.

Just as the giant sword was about to fall, Minsk's figure suddenly disappeared, and a ferocious head appeared in its original position. Minsk had switched places with the undead head in the distance.

boom!!

The giant sword fell, and the entire mine trembled under the huge force, and a large-scale collapse occurred deep in the mine.

The smoke and dust stirred up and could not fall down for a long time.

The sound of gold and iron clashing came from the endless smoke and dust. Minsk and the sword-wielding boy fought in the smoke and dust, but the sound did not sound like a battle between two people.

After a long time, the smoke dispersed, and five figures emerged from the smoke.

Looking closely, Minsk was standing in the distance. The boy with the sword was fighting three pale-skinned undead puppets. There were nine heads wandering in the air to harass. The boy with the sword was too tired to deal with them and could not get close to Minsk.

On the other hand, Minsk was holding a mirror in his hand and talking in a low voice: "President, the Templars are really difficult to deal with. Three puppets of the ninth level of melee magic couldn't take him down for a while. The opponent's fighting skills are extremely strong.

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"Well, it is indeed very strong. It seems that the Templars still have something! Do you need support?"

"No, I just want to ask, can I make him into a puppet? With his physique, coupled with the Chinese method of cultivating corpses taught by the president, it is very possible to refine him into a ninth-level peak or even

It’s a half-step realm-breaking undead puppet!”

"Well, raising a corpse is such a disgusting thing, you only enjoy it, so do as you like. When you refine it into a puppet, remember to disfigure it so that no one finds out." Qin Weijie said, looking intently not far away.

The battle: "It's nice to watch, but kill him quickly to avoid a long night of dreams."

"Yes, President!" Minsk put away the mirror and turned to look at the sword-wielding boy who was fighting the undead.

"Death Harvest!"

Minsk shouted loudly, and the black air of death filled the whole body. The black mist enveloped Minsk. A shadow appeared in the black mist behind him. When he looked closely, it turned out to be the body of Anubis. This body was holding a scepter.

, the black jackal wore a black crown on his head, and his scarlet eyes stared at the sword-wielding boy.

"God of Death!? Welfare family?!" The boy also vaguely guessed Minsk's identity at this time: "Are you Minsk Anubis!? The inheritance of the God of Death is actually in you!!"

The moment he saw the shadow of Anubis, the sword-wielding boy knew that he might not be able to leave safely today. He was fighting against the power of gods with a mortal body. When the two sides were in similar realms, the one who mastered the power of gods had an absolute advantage.

Advantage, this is an insurmountable gap!

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