Heroes And Invincible Undead Magic God

Loman's last fireball achieved full results. It not only knocked the enemy back, but now, the flames burned on the collapsed camp, slightly dispelling the surrounding darkness, which also made Loman feel a little relieved.

Loman's roar echoed in the silent camp. At this time, he didn't care about the strength of the enemy, and just wanted to vent his own anger.

In the darkness, Aina's bones stood up again. At this time, her entire body was scorched, and she didn't know how many ribs had been broken. Even her arm was only intact, and the cuff on the other side was empty.

Loman could feel a familiar breath from its body. It was the breath of a corpse witch, even stronger than Aina before it. When Aina was transformed, Loman didn't even see the enemy.

Looking at Aina's body, Loman was heartbroken. He had also talked with him before. The Necromancer, who wanted to live in seclusion after the battle, became an undead creature in a blink of an eye.

"I've heard your name,'Heart of the Dead Witch'. When I was an ordinary necromancer, I had already heard of it. I didn't expect to see you here."

A low male voice came from the mouth of the skull in front of Loman, with the teeth constantly closing, making bursts of oozing, crisp noises.

Loman knew that Aina was already dead at this time, and it was another Necromancer hiding in the dark who made her voice with the help of her bones, who was also the culprit.

After discovering this, Loman immediately calmed down and tried to use words to test: "I don't remember, I once offended a powerful existence like you."

"Offend? No, you didn't offend me. I didn't come here specifically for you. I just happened to meet you in the process of doing routine tasks."

The low male voice said so. At the same time, the skull's jawbone was wide open, and it seemed to be facing Loman in front of him, showing an exaggerated smile, even if its face had long been bloodless, Loman could still feel this.

"Unexpectedly, the Heart of the Corpse Witch is so vulnerable, and it is no different from the Necromancer I have seen in the ordinary days."

The words in his ears made Loman's heart cold. If the Necromancer secretly said something true, he could be considered to have encountered a lot of trouble.

"The Undead Devourer..."

At this moment, Loman couldn't help but think of the name.

After seeing Aina's tragic situation, Loman also understood his fate for Anmore, who had never appeared. I am afraid that when he left the camp, he died in the hands of the necromancer.

At this time, Loman had to recognize the fact that he had encountered an extremely terrifying existence, an undead devourer who existed in the dark.

The name of the undead devourer has become a curse that scared the necromancer. Before this, Loman didn't believe this, and he didn't expect it to be fulfilled now.

"To be honest, I don't like the name, I prefer to be called Vera, Death Knight Vera."

The Necromancer in the dark did not deny the identity of the Undead Devourer. From his words, Loman got more useful information.

"Death knight... a powerful existence like you is willing to become a death knight whose life and death are controlled by others?"

Speaking of this, Loman's expression changed, as if thinking of something:

"I heard that you have the ability to devour corpse witches. All the necromancers you met, including the corpse witches under them, have disappeared from the world and will never be seen again, but in my opinion, you should have left those corpse witches. After coming down, it was hidden in a place unknown to other necromancers, and used to carry out some kind of rebellion when the time was right."

At the end, Loman's words became firm, and there seemed to be an unshakable will in it.

"Let me join you. Death knights cannot violate the power of spiritual imprints. No matter how strong they are, they cannot actively rebel against the Necromancer who controls them. They must rely on the power of other Necromancers. Believe me, I can be in the process. Help you, you don't want to be enslaved as a death knight for a lifetime."

"Hahaha……"

Rampant laughter came from the darkness. Under the light of the fire, the bones that originally belonged to Ina swayed wantonly, the jawbone was greatly opened, and between the shaking of hands and feet, the elongated shadow was distorted. In the end, its The entire lower jaw fell apart from the skull and could no longer recover.

Looking at the bones in front of him, Loman felt a little guilty in his heart, but compared to living, nothing else was much.

Loman, who believes that his strength is far inferior to the Devourer of Undead, can only get a chance to survive by starting from other aspects. What surprised him is that he seemed to have made some mistakes in his guess.

"You don’t even know that I am loyal to what a great existence, and being able to become a death knight under him is a gift from heaven. I will use the greatest deeds to reward the master who gave me a new life. This battle will be It’s my chance."

The laughter gradually subsided, and a figure slowly walked out in the darkness, covered by a wide hood, Loman couldn't see his face clearly.

When the unknown enemy revealed his figure, Loman’s fear in his heart did not diminish in the slightest, so he had to move his body closer to the corpse behind, trying to seek shelter from the undead creatures, even if the strength of the undead devourer is stronger, he wants to deal with these. The corpse witch has to spend some means.

"However, you are right on one point. I don't have the ability to devour corpses. Those corpses are indeed hidden by me."

The flame that ignited above the camp was completely extinguished at this moment, and the surrounding light suddenly dimmed. Only the fireball in Loman's hand was still emitting a little light.

"I want to surprise Erie's elves, a gift that will never be forgotten, so I need corpse witches, many corpse witches."

"Now, the'heart of the corpse witch', it's time to give me the corpse witch you have, and join me as a corpse witch with you."

As the yin wind swept past, the fireball in Loman's hand immediately shattered, and the field was plunged into deep darkness, with no trace of light anymore.

Loman was taken aback. He just ignited the fireball again, but saw an extremely unfamiliar face directly in front of him, and he could almost feel the cold breath of that person.

Before he could cast a spell to escape, Loman's neck was stuck tightly by a cold hand, and the cloud of death filed into his body. The flesh and blood immediately peeled off, destroying all the organs in his body in an instant.

Breathing stopped, consciousness gradually blurred, unable to maintain the guidance of the spell, the fireball that Loman could not throw in his hand slowly dissipated, and the camp was plunged into deep darkness.

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