Lord of Eternal Darkness

Li Xiaoming knew that the other party couldn't hold it for a few minutes. He had to hold these people back until reinforcements arrived, so it was time to show off his skills.

"A bunch of Hamabai, come and beat me up if you can!"

As a result, he took off his upper body shirt, revealing his T-shirt and shorts, and rushed directly into the middle of the enemy. The cultists were slightly surprised, and quickly reacted and began to attack the mission target.

This suddenly relieved a lot of pressure on the partners and gave them a chance to breathe.

Li Xiaoming had an arrow stuck in his shoulder, half of his hair was singed, and his clothes were all in tatters. He hurriedly avoided the evil hand extended by the other party, and luckily escaped from the encirclement with a sliding shovel. come out.

What does it mean to have the thickest armor and receive the most severe beatings?

At the same time, he did not forget to use supernatural energy to help his fallen teammates recover from their injuries, so as not to bleed to death before reinforcements arrived.

"Brother, hold on, it's my last intermediate healing technique!" Li Xiaoming's hand exuded a light green light.

Wang Xie knocked back all those who were chasing him with one punch, then stretched his muscles and bones, and the injuries on his body had recovered a lot. The other two teammates immediately came over and entered the treatment range, helping to delay the pursuer.

"It's so evil, this guy is too tough! The attack doesn't slow down the body even if it hits him." The cultist complained dissatisfiedly.

"Kill him! This guy is dying."

Li Xiaoming's will gradually blurred, and he felt that all the strength in his body was drained. The situation was a bit dangerous. If this continued, his body would disappear, but other teammates might not be able to last long without his own treatment.

A long knife penetrated from his chest. Li Xiaoming's steps shook slightly, and then he fired a crossbow arrow from his backhand, directly passing through the middle of his neck. The opponent also fell to the ground.

At the same time, he also lost his balance, had no strength at all, and fell to the ground.

Looking at the murderous enemies slowly surrounding them, he helplessly laughed at himself. "It seems that I am about to die. Sure enough, I still haven't practiced enough. Even having a nightmare body is a bit of a waste for me."

The sharp weapon was about to cut off his head. Li Xiaoming slowly closed his eyes. The pain in his whole body seemed to disappear at that moment, and he fell into a warm and comfortable feeling.

Li Xiaoming suddenly opened his eyes again, panting and looking at the face of the blue-haired girl.

"It turns out I'm not dead yet, haha, today's adventure is enough for me to brag about for a year."

"I will not allow Amin to die like an ant, and everyone who hurts Amin will have to pay the price!" The girl looked at the man in her arms with pity, raised her head and struck the enemies twice with her eyes, and a cold and bone-chilling voice came. , the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

"Well done, we're here to rescue you." The voice was full of machinery and without any emotion.

Next to him appeared a young girl wearing a helmet. Her petite body concealed unimaginable power. She had something like a garland on her left hand, and the index finger of her right hand slightly pointed into the air.

A large number of totems instantly appeared on the ground. The fierce wind roared in the sky, tearing at the clouds. The earth began to crack and spikes protruded upward, forcing all the cultists back. At the same time, five gates appeared behind them.

Li Xiaoming looked at the girl hugging him, and Mo Yue actually shed tears. She had never seen this strong girl cry since she was a child, but this time she shed tears because of her scarred self. She felt so angry and guilty. .

Suddenly a sense of fear came to his heart, and Li Xiaoming felt something was wrong.

Mo Yue gently handed Li Xiaoming over to Yaxue's care. There was unconcealable killing intent in his dark blue pupils, and a huge sense of oppression erupted all over his body that made people surrender.

Chu Moyue seemed to be announcing the death of these people. "Very good. You really think that you have lived too long and are just maggots. You dare to hurt A Ming. I am really angry. I will kill - kill you all!"

Every step she took forward was like a bell ringing in everyone's heart.

"Damn it, you little girl with thin skin and tender flesh, you must die for me." The bald man rushed over with his feet on his feet.

The next second, a line of blood opened on his neck, and a large amount of blood spurted down. He covered his neck in pain, and his tall body fell to the ground.

Chu Moyue tilted her head, a silent maniacal laugh on her face, played with a blood-stained eagle claw knife in her hand, turned her body in an elegant circle, and entered the crowd.

The cultists shouted and rushed over in anger. When the strong man raised the weapon in his hand and wanted to slash it down, he couldn't even let out a painful scream, and his temples exploded.

A jet black light passed directly through his head, and the blood flowed down the black line.

When the mage wanted to stand up and sing, the protective shield covering his body instantly shattered. In an instant, he was lifted into the air by a girl shorter than him, and his throat was gently pinched, and his body collapsed. Can't move anymore.

"Ah, what wonderful blood, can you also feel Amin's pain?"

Chu Moyue threw the body aside and continued to walk forward with elegant steps.

Now Chu Moyue has already broken through the first-level flow and successfully promoted to the fifth-level flow - Shadow Fiend Assassin.

This is when these people were obviously very vigilant and thought they had escaped the attack of the weapon in the girl's hand. The next second, they were penetrated by the shadow of the girl's body, and they confusedly risked their lives here.

The cultists hesitated and did not dare to attack. They were all frightened by the thin little girl. They all shrank their necks and kept retreating.

Mu Chendong covered his forehead angrily. "A bunch of losers don't even have the courage to sacrifice for God. They really only live for profit. Damn, they can't even raise the dues. What's the use of you!"

He directly used his last resort and took out a book from his arms that seemed to be wrapped in crystal. The words printed on the cover were beating like flames, exuding a strong ominous aura.

Chen Dong opened the page of the book and began to sing in a low voice to the ancient and strange words on it.

"Ah, Saru, Erka, Decius..."

“Listen to the gift of the Lord, yes, he is calling us, ever faithful souls.”

As soon as they heard the chanting, the poets in the team also stopped attacking one after another, as if they were in a state of obsession, and chanted loudly together to celebrate the birth of the god.

Li Xiaoming was stunned, and suddenly thought of something and screamed. "No, it's "Song of the Undead." Don't rush over again. Wait for three minutes to pass. Be obedient!"

But Chu Moyue was completely blinded by anger at this time, and quickly cut the throat of a cultist to death. Then he was lifted up by an invisible force and fell heavily to the ground.

Chu Moyue also briefly regained consciousness and looked around with some confusion, not knowing what had just hit her.

Li Xiaoming frowned, realizing that the situation was not good. The third section of the seventh chapter of "The Song of the Undead". Singing this syllable can connect the singer's spirit to create an invisible nightmare beast. At the same time, friendly forces within this range will receive the blessing of violent attributes.

But it only lasts for three minutes, and the cost is irreversible damage to the nerves, which generally leaves behind some root causes.

Chu Moyue felt a sense of teasing, and hid directly into the shadow world, avoiding the lock of the will, and appeared next to a cultist the next second.

He was about to pierce his heart with a knife. When the armor-piercing dagger pierced his heart, the man didn't pause and punched him hard.

Chu Moyue clutched her stomach, hurriedly fled five or six steps, fell to the ground, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

He stood up hesitantly. Why was the opponent able to fight back despite being fatally injured? This was so strange.

And those who lost their minds rushed over like crazy, not afraid of death at all. The people on Li Xiaoming's side immediately felt the pressure doubled, because they seemed to be in an unconscious and painless state, and just wanted to tear the enemy in front of them into pieces. Except for the chanter who can maintain a small amount of sanity, the others are completely crazy.