I seem to be an evil god

Following Greenwell's movements, the dark clouds in the sky were projected down like cannonballs, and one green flower after another bloomed on the plain. Hundreds of demon hunters tried hard to hold their breath, but saw these green flowers. The smoke penetrated along the skin like insects.

I feel...a little dizzy.

One demon hunter fell, and another demon hunter fell. Coma spread among the crowd like an infectious disease. When the green clouds completely dissipated and the sun shone on the earth again, there was no one left on the field. Living people can stand.

The skeletons lined up in silence, and those who were scattered picked up a piece of bone and spliced ​​it together on their body. The unconscious demon hunter on the ground was completely ignored by these skeletons, only treating them as stones and grass, trampling on them at will.

After all the skeletons were assembled, the death cultists hiding in the darkness emerged. At this time, the enthusiasm on the faces of these cultists had faded, and instead they stared at Greenwell solemnly.

"Chief, are you half human and half devil?"

Greenwell nodded, while looking at the flat land in front of the combatants' cemetery, he answered casually:

"Yes, but I prefer to call myself a human-demon hybrid."

The death cultists were in a commotion. No one wanted to work with a demon, let alone be a subordinate of a demon.

The devil's desire for life and soul is a rumor that does not need to be confirmed. Countless lessons over the past thousands of years have proven that the only ones who can stand with the devil are the dead bones in the grave.

Several death cultists slowly retreated. The small movements of a few people were not noticeable among hundreds of people, but their actions set off a trend. All the death cultists were moving away from Greenwell and away from this place. The leader who led them to defeat the Demon Hunter Guild.

"The next step is your job. We don't dare to covet the Fighter Cemetery. Please allow me to do some peripheral security work."

"Yes, yes, this cemetery is your trophy, please enjoy it."

"We will guard the outside for you and ensure that no creatures will disturb you."

"Chief, please focus on conquering the tomb, we will leave first."

Group after group of Death Cultists shouted "Guard the Line" and left. These people walked in a hurry and looked panicked, as if there were some venomous snakes and beasts chasing behind them.

Of course, there are also some members who have not left. These people who have not left include all the elders except Greenwell, as well as most of the leaders who are leaders in the death sect.

Ignoring these unmoving believers, Greenwell waved his hand gently at the fleeing crowd, and rays of purple light escaped from their bodies, and were eventually absorbed by the scepter in Greenwell's hand.

After losing the purple light, the already very thin members of the congregation shrank, and all flesh and blood disappeared. The hard bones punctured the skin, but not a drop of blood could flow out of the huge wounds.

When this shrinking process was over, the escaped Death Cultist had completely turned into a mummy, as if a layer of pale skin had been wrapped around the skeleton, with no trace of blood at all.

The remaining Death Cultists were shocked. The most terrifying thing they imagined had happened. The magic circle researched and promoted by Greenwell was indeed problematic. They had become puppets in Greenwell's hands.

Facing the black iron gate, Greenwell gently put down his staff, as if killing hundreds of people was just a trivial matter. He continued to study the huge door, and one after another magical radiance was inspired by him.

Appearance, Vision of the Dead, Dark Spirit Fluctuation, Living Soul Detection... Various detection spells were used by Greenwell, but the black iron gate in front of him remained unmoved.

Greenwell had tried it before. The black iron gate didn't seem to have any spells or inscriptions engraved on it, but with his master-level strength, he couldn't move it at all.

Many detection spells had no effect. The black iron door seemed to not exist. The spells swept past it as if they hit the air, without any energy or fluctuations being fed back.

Greenwell was secretly anxious. He didn't have time to spend too long here. After all, the Demon Hunter Guild's pursuit was coming soon, and he had to prepare in advance for the sect's migration.

At this moment, the ground beneath Greenwell's feet suddenly trembled, a gap suddenly opened in the flat ground, and a huge head was lifted out of the ground.

The giant dragon turtle had a look of astonishment on its head. He had clearly hidden his figure well, but suddenly he felt a huge force coming from his lower jaw, and then his whole head was pushed to the ground again.

After seeing this huge dragon turtle, Greenwell's doubts were swept away. He smiled at the still confused dragon turtle, and immediately emitted a blue-black light.

This light flew in mid-air and stopped. An emerald green barrier blocked it in front, and the huge mountain dragon turtle also showed its figure, its dark yellow eyes staring closely at Greenwell.

"Young man, this cemetery is protected by the elves. Are you sure you want to step into it?"

Greenwell smiled and said nothing, but expressed his attitude with actions. A thicker turquoise light was emitted directly, mixed with the first light, smashing through the emerald green barrier, and quickly hit the mountain behind the dragon turtle. superior.

The huge dragon turtle suddenly let out a scream. The carapace he had condensed for hundreds of years was being corroded. The emerald green turtle shell first turned pale, and then turned into a pile of decaying powder.

Without the support of its back armor, the rocks and earth on the Dragon Turtle's back smashed into its body, causing wounds after wounds on its fragile body, and large streams of blood splattered everywhere.

"Do you want to continue? Guardian of the elves, your contract with the Demon Hunting Guild is not strict. Now, it's still too late to leave."

The old dragon turtle coughed twice, and stared at Greenwell's plain face with its huge golden vertical pupils. Finally, the pair of dragon eyes slowly closed, and the huge body turned to the side, causing the mountain peak next to it to be torn apart. Come on.

And under the dragon turtle's body is the destination of all demon hunters, the huge treasure of the necromancer...the warriors' cemetery.

At this time, the cemetery was shrouded in a blue light, and there seemed to be more than a dozen large and small formations. Greenwell smiled disdainfully when he saw this, and directly condensed a huge amount of death energy. Then throw it out like a cannonball.

This mass of death energy seemed to have aroused something. A thin layer of black mist suddenly rose from inside the formation. When the death energy arrived, all the formations were destroyed in an instant.

Stepping onto this land filled with the smell of death, Greenwell took a deep breath. The air was filled with the smell of decay, as if he was smelling bone meal ground from the skeletons of 'Longevity'.

"I'm finally here," Greenwell said with excitement as he stroked the tombstone, "I can finally take a step further."

At this moment, a somewhat young voice suddenly sounded in the distance, and Greenwell's face instantly became extremely ugly.

"Put down my body and you can go away."