I seem to be an evil god

Cemetery of Demon Hunter Guild Fighters, outside the black iron gate.

President Nazha was confronting a skinny old man. Behind them stood a demon hunter and a death cultist. While the two sides were in a stalemate, the death cultists behind the old man were constantly summoning skeletons to come to help.

President Nazha realized that she could not drag it out any longer, otherwise even if she defeated the master opposite, the demon hunters behind him would be slaughtered by the sea of ​​skeletons.

But whenever she was about to take action, there would be a sense of fatal threat lingering throughout her body, as if she would die immediately if she made the slightest mistake.

President Nazha has confirmed that this feeling is not caused by the other party's mental spells, but rather by her body's instinctive warning.

The skinny old man opposite had his hands in his robe. There was a small protruding cylinder under the robe, which looked like a gem on the top of a staff.

The expression on the skinny old man's face was half a smile, and he stared at Nazha fearlessly, as if he was just waiting for her to take action and kill him with one blow.

"Now take your men and leave. I can pretend that what happened today never happened."

President Nazha frowned and looked at the old man, her tone full of threats: "Greenwell, it has only been a day or two since you became a master. Do you really want to fight me?"

"Hmph," the skinny old man, the master of death Greenwell, sneered twice. He stretched out his hand from his robe, and held a short black staff inlaid with rubies in his hand.

"Since I dare to come to the Fighter Cemetery, I will definitely be prepared to deal with you."

"If you want to start a war, I don't mind experiencing the majesty of the most powerful master."

Trouble…

Nazha stared at the short staff in Greenwell's hand. The other party dared to take it out openly. It was not a trap weapon that required conspiracy to release, but a real power that could cause harm to her.

There are more and more skeletons behind the Death Cult, and the demon hunters under Nazha are a little commotion. If they charge at this time, the demon hunters still have the possibility of winning, but if time continues to pass, the chance of victory will become increasingly slim. .

"Let's do it, President, if we delay it any longer, we..."

The demon hunters drew their swords nervously. A flash of worry flashed in President Nazha's eyes. If Greenwell could kill her with that little staff, Nazha would never believe it.

But she was afraid that the other party would trap her. Without her as a master, the Fighter Cemetery would be an ownerless treasure, and Greenwell, the vulture, would plunder it all.

It's a pity that Longgang was unwilling to obey orders after being transferred back to the mine, and Burwell, who should have appeared long ago, has been silent, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a mess.

President Nazha was filled with anger. It was no secret that these two people did not support him, but he did not expect that the other party would still be stubborn on such an important matter, and even wanted to use the corpses of their comrades to pave the way for their rights.

After today, I must teach them a profound lesson.

President Nazha was heartbroken. She clenched her fists with her gloved fingers, her body sank slightly, and she stared at Greenwell who looked fearless.

"After today, the Death Sect will definitely be removed from the Lion City."

Greenwell sneered twice, and his death cultists retreated into the sea of ​​skeletons. He himself waved his short staff directly, and eight elites glowing with green light appeared.

"When I empty out your battle cemetery, it's not certain who has the final say in the Lion City."

"Witcher, charge!"

Master Nazha roared angrily, and rushed forward. The thick earth energy condensed on her fists, and she knocked away two elite undead with just one blow.

Greenwell didn't care when he saw this. He waved the short stick in his hand, and the undead that had been knocked away returned to the front of the formation again. The fuzzy flesh and blood on the skeleton squirmed, and the damage caused by Master Nazha disappeared without a trace.

At this time, the demon hunters had collided with the sea of ​​undead, and the shining silver swords and bone rods met. The medicine specially used to restrain the undead took effect, and these rotten skeletons were directly cut into mud.

It's a pity that these casualties are not worth mentioning for the undead coming to the sea. The first skeleton falls down, and the next skeleton pushes up from the gap. The rough bone club hits recklessly, and is often killed before it can take effect. Cut into three pieces.

The undead's attacks regardless of casualties also caused some trouble. Several demon hunters were hit by bone clubs, and the aura of death and corpse poison accumulated over the years left a red mark on their skin.

This red mark was neither painful nor itchy, but it silently robbed their lives and physical strength.

The demon hunters who were hit only felt that they were getting more and more tired. The handy long knives in their hands were as heavy as mountain boulders. Every time they swung them, they felt like they were fighting with their lives.

At this time, the battlefield between the two sides formed an oval shape, with Master Greenwell and Nazha in the middle. The battle between the two did not look so gorgeous, but the slightest aftermath could stir up large amounts of dust.

On both sides of the oval are the frontlines for the battle between the demon hunters and the undead. The battle lines of both sides intersect in a canine shape. Several demon hunter teams have penetrated deep into the sea of ​​skeletons, and the skeletons that penetrate the demon hunter front are being quickly eliminated.

The long-range demon hunters at the rear were happy that the situation in the field was developing in their favor. At this moment, a group of strange undead wearing black heavy armor appeared from behind.

The demon hunters holding crossbows looked at each other. Longbows, short crossbows, and alchemical muskets were all aimed at these conspicuous targets. Alchemy bullets with flames and arrows with silver light flew up together, directly hitting them. The chink in the opponent's armor.

Seeing that the arrows and bullets were about to hit, there was a hint of joy in the eyes of the demon hunters. The attack weapons they used had already been smeared with potions to restrain the undead. Several of the arrows were specially made armor-piercing bursting arrows, originally for huge flesh and blood. The puppet prepared it, but the opponent was a necromancer specializing in bone. It would be a waste to keep these special arrows.

The team of demon hunters at the front of the battle line are also watching these arrows and bullets. Once the opponent is lucky enough to survive this round of arrow rain, they will rush forward to end the opponent's life.

However, just when victory was about to come, these unknown creatures wearing black armor stretched out their hands and clenched their fists. A gray-black light shield mixed with purple light appeared around their bodies, and silver-shining arrows and bullets struck the light shield. The explosion caused a layer of ripples, and some of the masks were directly penetrated, but most of them survived.

The level of attack is wrong!

The frontline demon hunters who were always observing discovered the problem. It stands to reason that the potion they applied would have a great annihilation effect on the breath of death, but the power of hitting this gray-black defensive cover was at least reduced by half.

But at least it's still useful. The demon hunter team leader smeared another layer of potion on the long knife. Since the effect is not satisfactory, then increase the dose!

Just as the team leader was about to charge, two red lights suddenly lit up under the strange black armor, which seemed to be the eyes of these armored creatures.

Just when these two red lights were completely solidified, a sudden change occurred!