My cemetery is connected to the game world

As Helot gave the order to attack, the skeletons behind him rushed upward. Two slightly smaller corpse flower poison vines were mixed in the group of skeletons, spraying corpse poison forward as they meandered forward.

The undead on the side of the prison also rushed forward. Skeletons collided with skeletons, and bone swords slashed at each other. Even if a hole was knocked out of their skulls, the skeletons still firmly performed their cannon fodder duties.

At the moment of the confrontation, there was a sharp contrast in the quality of the skeletons on both sides. With the blessing of Helot's high command, the skeletons he summoned have offensive and defensive attributes that exceed those of ordinary skeletons. The skeleton in the deep prison slashed Helot's skeleton with a bone sword, and it could only make a merit sound of "Bang Bang". When Herot's skeleton attacks, it hits a hole, and then hits the head again and it breaks into pieces.

The battle between skeletons and skeletons turned into a one-sided situation. It was not until the zombies from the deep prison came forward that the retreating front line was stabilized.

Then Mirel and the others discovered that the walking zombies, who were obviously stronger than the skeletons, were no match for Helot's summoned skeletons. With thicker carrion defense and resistance to blows, they can only take more swords from these rampaging skeletons. Moreover, those skeletons have such a high desire to attack, and the frequency of swinging swords is far higher than the speed that the skeletons should have.

In the chaos of flesh and blood, the walking corpse also had its head smashed and fell to the ground.

High attack, high defense, high attack frequency...

Is this the necromancy of the Claulund family?

Miriel looked at Herot across the battlefield and vowed in his heart to kill him and take away all the magic books here.

At this time, two corpse flower poisonous vines rushed across the battlefield and rushed in front of Miriel, one on the left and one on the right opened their fangs to bite her off.

The black-armored warriors guarding Milaire's side swung their swords in time to drive away the poisonous vines of the corpse flower, and then launched a siege together.

In the swing of the sword, the poisonous corpse flower vine was chopped into several pieces, and the remains quickly decomposed into powder and dissipated.

Helot recorded this scene: the ordinary corpse flower poisonous vine was restrained by a sharp weapon. The forward swing of the attack was too long and straight forward, making it easy for the opponent to predict.

Heroot modified the magic model of the corpse flower poison vine on the spot in his consciousness, and the large corpse flower poison vine behind him gradually changed its shape. The body is thickened, the surface is scaled, and the barbs are hooked to optimize the attack route and increase the diversity of attacks...

Five flying severed hands held poisoned daggers, crossing the battle line and stabbing from Helot.

There were several wisps of black smoke behind the severed hand, and there was undead magic hidden inside.

Helot, who was modifying the magic model, waved and threw out the "Old Codex".

Then he took out the pistol from his inner pocket and threw it into the air.

As the "Old Codex" was supplemented, Herot discovered that its intelligence had also improved. In addition to being able to accurately use the magic given to it, it could also skillfully use some small tricks that could be released with pure magic power.

For example, Mage's Hand is a simple spell used to retrieve objects from the air.

The "Old Codex" was thrown into the air, the book cover was opened, the pages turned with a roar, a line of black smoke stretched out, and steadily caught the cornet B32 revolver thrown by Helot.

Open the safety, press the hammer, and shoot continuously at the five severed hands flying towards them. At the same time, several black smoke burst out from the pages of the book, hitting the flying magic.

"Old Codex" seemed to be a born marksman. Five multi-enchanted bullets blasted five severed hands into the air, and the magic fired was like a precise interceptor missile, detonating the magic directed at Helot one by one.

The shock wave caused by the explosion pushed towards Helot.

A shield blocked the impact in a rapid flash, and only the breeze formed by the penetration blew Helot's clothes.

After completing a round of defense, the "Old Codex" turned its gun, and after a gunshot, the bullet enchanted by the barrel was fired at Miriel.

However, hatred happened to be standing in front of Miriel.

The enchanted bullet hit the abomination, blasting a gaping hole in its belly and sending rancid flesh flying everywhere. However, this bullet did not knock down Abomination. Maggot-like granules sprouted out of the hole in its belly, squirming to fill the hole.

Abomination let out a hoarse roar, and the corpse puppets sewn on its body also roared together. It stood in front of the three Mi Lairs, using its body as a human shield to resist attacks.

Miriel ordered the black-armored warrior to join the battle, and then ordered a companion to quietly make a detour to launch a sneak attack.

The "Old Code", which had drained the bullets out of the gun, made a snapping sound with the mage's hand, indicating that Helot would replenish the bullets.

Helot, who was still modifying the magic model, grabbed a handful of bullets from his pocket and threw them at the "Old Codex".

The "Old Code" learned the technique from somewhere. He turned the pistol in a handsome way, then threw out the wheel to pour out the empty bullet casings inside, and then loaded the yellow-orange bullets into the magazine.

Helot glanced at the battle field.

The skeleton he summoned had finished cutting down the opponent's skeletons and all the walking zombies, and was now cutting down the black-armored warrior summoned by Miriel.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

Both sides were attacking each other without any dodge, a very standard undead style of play.

It's just that the black-armored warriors don't seem to simply summon the undead.

A black-armored warrior chopped down a skeleton, and then another skeleton chopped off his arm with a sword. The broken part of the arm was covered with wriggling carrion.

Corpse puppet!

Mirel actually put the corpse puppet into summoning the undead.

The broken arm bounced up the moment it hit the ground, and returned to the broken point. Maggot-like flesh sprouts reconnected the broken arm to the arm.

A black-armored warrior was beheaded, and his head bounced up when it hit the ground and was connected to his neck.

The tomb keeper and the corpse stitcher joined forces and really came up with some new tricks!

The black-armored warriors became unkillable, at least the physical attacks of skeletons were ineffective against them.

Helot silently counted the number of remaining skeletons... they could still resist for a while.

So Herot continued to modify the magic model of corpse flower and poisonous vine.

The "Old Code" held a gun and fired continuously at Abomination, while casting spells to engage in magical confrontation with Miriel and the others. The two sides fought back and forth, and no one could break through the other's defense in a short period of time.

A dark shadow clung to the corner of the wall and circled towards Helot's position from the edge of the battlefield.

It was only as big as a plate and floated tightly against the ground, making it very inconspicuous in the chaotic battlefield.

Helot, who was focused on modifying the magic model, didn't notice it, and the "Old Codex" was obsessed with shooting and magic confrontation, and didn't notice it either.

But it was targeted by Philolo.

Philodo stared at the black shadow floating over with dead eyes, muttering a spell silently like a broken mouth.

Sections of curses were cast invisibly.

The black shadow suddenly stopped moving, and then the blackness faded away, a floor tile collapsed, and red blood seeped up from the gaps in the floor tile.

Firollo looked at the battlefield and saw that the skeleton could not withstand the attack of the black-armored warrior, so he started mumbling again.