I seem to be an evil god

The sudden appearance of death energy brought a lot of trouble to President Nazha. Her previous preparations were to deal with demonic energy. Compared with demonic energy that tends to chaos and riots, death energy is closer to order and rules.

Chaos and order are intertwined in President Nazha. The holy light she used to defend against demonic energy has been beaten into powder. Death is quietly eroding her body, her muscles are shrinking, and her bones are becoming fragile.

When death affects human beings, sometimes it really seems like time is passing and everything brought about by the vitality of life is being lost. President Nazha seems to be aging at a rate of dozens of times.

Death deprives many things. Whenever Nazha prepares to resist at all costs, the demonic energy that quietly disappears will come out to cause trouble. These two energies are obviously unrelated, but they work together perfectly.

Order responds to order, chaos responds to chaos.

Greenwell sighed softly. At this time, he had stopped all movements and just looked at Nazha.

Two energy rings locked Nazha like chains. The green ring of death made her body shrink like an old man, while the purple ring of demons burst open countless wounds, preventing energy from flowing in her body.

"Double-ring seal, this is my latest achievement after deeply balancing demons and death. I have known since I was a child that these two powers may seem unrelated to each other, but they can work together perfectly and can always create some miracles."

Greenwell circled around Naza, like an artist admiring his work. At this time, President Naza had lost her strong muscles and heroic appearance, and the earth energy that had been surrounding her also disappeared.

"Kill me and the guild's early warning program will be activated immediately. Your conspiracy is destined to fail."

Although she has lost her power, Nazha is still the president of the Demon Hunting Guild and still maintains her discrimination against the Death Sect.

Greenwell didn't care about her arrogance, he just summoned two skeletons and used their bones and spells to create a strong cage.

This bone prison looks extremely weak, and there are even yellow spots on the bones caused by decay, but President Nazha is unable to struggle in the cage. At this time, her strength is not even as good as that of a child.

"Why should I kill you? Today's battle is not a formal war between the Death Cult and the Demon Hunter Guild. It is just a thief who accidentally defeated his master."

Greenwell's face was very plain, as if what he said was really a burglar who knocked out the owner, but in fact, behind him was the treasure that all necromancers dream of, and the defeated owner was the one who had dominated the Forest Province for seven hundred years. The demon hunting branch.

"I advise you not to do that."

Greenwell's bone cage was made according to the standards of a normal adult. President Nazha, who was nearly three meters tall, had to squat in it, like a duck lying on the ground.

Even while maintaining this ridiculous sitting posture, President Nazha still carries an indescribable dignity.

"The Fighter Cemetery is the home of all demon hunters. To wake them up is to provoke the Demon Hunter Guild. When the time comes, you will not only face our branch, but the power that can rule the entire Violet Kingdom."

"Haha, I'm so scared."

Greenbell smiled and immediately stopped looking at President Nazha. He never regretted the decision he made. From the moment he raided the combatant cemetery, he and the Demon Hunter Guild were destined to live and die.

At this time, the demon hunters were still entangled with the undead. Most of the demon hunters did not even realize that their respected president had been defeated. The sound of the collision of swords and bones had obscured all their perceptions. The endless fighting and eternity. The endless number of enemies they could kill had driven them to the verge of madness.

Compared to Naza, who is also a master, the large number of ordinary demon hunters is not a problem for Greenwell. He easily and comfortably took off his black robe, allowing his lavender skin to be completely exposed to the sun. under.

"Ah...it turns out that the sun feels like this. Staying underground all year round, I really have almost forgotten the beauty of the sun."

Greenwell's sigh made Master Nazha feel disdainful. She squatted there and stared hard at the Necromancer who was enjoying the sunshine.

"Remember this feeling, I hope you can still sigh when you are burned to death by the holy light."

Greenwell didn't pay attention to Nazha's threat. After enjoying the beauty of the sun for a while, he raised the thick and twisted staff.

"Second-level spell, shadow of death."

A black line sprayed out from his staff, and continued to expand after contacting the air, eventually forming a black cloud that covered the sky and the sun. The midday sun was directly covered by this black cloud.

The fighting demon hunters stopped and stared blankly at the suddenly darkening sky and the dark clouds that covered the sky.

The undead stopped, and the demon hunters waving their blades also stopped. The demon hunters in front stopped, and the demon hunters shooting arrows behind also stopped. When there was no sound of fighting on this battlefield mixed with blood and bones, Only then did people notice that the most important battle was over.

President, he actually lost.

All the demon hunters looked at President Nazha with disbelief, looking at the master-level expert who was trapped in a cage in a ridiculous posture.

At this time, Greenwell's movements attracted their attention. The master necromancer took out a green bottle, which contained some twisting and squirming green solution.

Greenwell placed it on the ground, and immediately found a suitable angle to stand at. The end of the staff tapped the ground lightly, and a sudden gloomy aura made the witchers collectively shiver.

A white jade-shaped bone hand stretched out from the ground, and the emerald green bottle was held above the head by the skeleton. Then another bone hand stretched out from below, using the same movement to lift the first skeleton. The two skeletons were entangled like pythons, but the skull of the second skeleton just stayed on the second row of ribs on the chest of the first skeleton.

What followed was a repetitive process. White jade skeletons appeared one after another. The emerald green potion bottle was constantly being raised, and the python formed by the skeletons became stronger and stronger.

As the potion bottle rose, Greenwell chanted loudly from the side. Countless demon hunters wanted to rush over to stop him, but there were also countless skeletons blocking the way of the demon hunters.

As time went by, the height of the potion bottle became higher and higher, and gradually it reached a place where people could not see it. Greenwell's singing stopped. He looked at the emerald green bottle from a distance, with a plain smile on his lips.

I don't know when, the dark clouds covering the sky suddenly changed, and a little green burst out from its center, gradually infecting the entire cloud.

The light-blocking effect of green is not as good as black, and wisps of emerald green sunlight shine through from above. Greenwell admires this weird scenery and immediately raises his staff.

"Mystery·Cloud of Death."