My players are so fierce

Chapter 1190 1188. You are about to see Pluto, why don’t you worship him?

Murphy is no longer the little lord who had never seen the world before, but this scene is indeed his first real "manifestation" in front of people.

Therefore, the vampire lord who pays great attention to dignity even did his homework and practiced several times in a deserted place to ensure that his "first performance" was flawless. But in fact, Murphy himself knew that this was just a "go through the motions" ".

After all, as the Lord of Hades/Underworld/Lord of Withering, his power is unequivocal and irrefutable, at least regarding matters related to Hades and the Undead.

He could definitely wake up one day holding Tris or Adele or the three of them together, and then, driven by some irrepressible urge to wake up, designate some unlucky people to become the enemies of Hades, but the sense of ritual is indeed very important.

Murphy feels that he is now the number one person on the mainland. No matter what he does, he must be decent, right?

That's how Ms. Effie took the risk to lure the two golden undead out.

But it turns out that Murphy's majesty as Lord Pluto is really useful at the rules level when facing the undead.

The moment his projection appeared, the two undead ancestors who had raised their weapons and prepared to chop Effie to death immediately began to twitch, and their death spiritual energy began to run wild uncontrollably, forcing the powerful Golden One to kneel down. Fall to the ground.

And as Murphy said the words "You are free", in just a moment, the death restraint imposed by Yuan personally on the two golden undead was broken like a piece of paper at this moment.

Ms. Effie, who was standing there, could even clearly hear the invisible sound of the chain collapsing. It was like the powerful Lord Pluto casting his own spear of judgment on the endless sky, destroying the ugly method of the Witch Cult to restrain the undead. Crushed at this moment.

Even if these golden skeletons stolen from tombs across the continent have more or less traces of Chaos strengthening, as long as they are undead, they must accept the management and restraint of Hades in the material world.

This is not a confrontation between order and chaos, it is just because the "underlying code" of this world is written like this.

The rules in this area of ​​the material world are like this, and no matter how angry the shadows of chaos are, it will be useless.

"ah"

Ancient sighs emanate from the decaying vocal chords of the undead warrior wielding a great axe.

It shook its body, and the restrained turbid will quickly woke up at this moment.

It felt that the warm touch from Lord Pluto left traces on its long-sleeping heart and soul, just like a blessing specially given to the deceased, so that it could finally no longer obey orders like a restrained dog.

Another undead hunter's performance was even more exaggerated.

The latter has prostrated himself on the ground and sang loudly in a decaying voice to praise Lord Pluto's gifts and generosity. You can feel this guy's joy at this moment from its weird "excitement" that does not belong to the living.

Ms. Effie next to her was dumbfounded.

She knew that the emblem Murphy gave her would most likely be useful. After all, Governor Murphy's image was still very reliable among the Helms Rangers, but she never expected that this thing could be used so well?

No, man!

Your words caused the two golden undead to switch sides on the spot?

Just follow your words! This is it!

"There are more than two."

Murphy's strangely pleasant voice sounded in the ears of the shocked Ms. Effie. The moment his projection dissipated, he reminded:

"Go, Lady Effie, and take over the free dead.

I appoint you as the temporary commander-in-chief of the ‘Undead Resistance Army’ with the supreme edict jointly signed by Lord Pluto, Lord Huangquan and the Lord of Withering! Before I lead the Wither Army to the battlefield, I ask you to limit the Witch Cult's actions and kill the opponent's effective forces as much as possible.

According to the marching speed of the undead, we will arrive in two days.

I have mobilized the power of Adel Hades to form a small tide of death in the battlefield area. A steady stream of local undead will be awakened and then join you.

Take charge of them!

Release all the humiliation and anger you have suffered over the years on this battlefield!

But the source is my prey!

So, don’t grab people’s heads. "

"Congratulations, Your Majesty Pluto."

Ms. Effie was very "playful" and sent Murphy's projection to disappear.

She bent down to pick up the bloody emblem on the ground, and put it into her hunter's tool bag very preciously.

This thing can summon the projection of "Lord Pluto", which is an absolutely awesome "artifact" from any perspective. Although the Hermes people have many rules, they are not pedantic, especially for the Hermes game. For the leader of the cavalry, having this thing by his side is enough to give Ms. Effie an extra layer of security in her doomed hunting career.

"Are you. Little Effie?"

A hoarse voice came from beside her, causing Ms. Effie to turn around and see her grandfather holding a battle ax and looking at her with a discerning look. The golden undead said softly:

"How long have I been enslaved?"

"Your remains were stolen by Twilight villains seven years ago. You first appeared as a slave three years ago. During this period, I had direct confrontations with you four times."

Effie bowed to her grandfather and said:

"The current head of the family asked me to take the remains of you and several other elders back to the cemetery at all costs, or let you and them rest in peace. You know, this is the tradition of our Helms people. And today, I can finally proudly declare to you!

I have completed my mission."

"Good! My great-granddaughter has indeed inherited the bravery of the rebels!"

The axe-wielding undead exclaimed:

"It's a pity that our old bones that have long been dead have brought shame to the family and hometown. Fortunately, Lord Hades has shown mercy and let us get rid of that shameful slavery.

I ask you, Effie, how many restless souls are there like us?"

"A lot."

Ms. Effie took out a scroll, opened it in front of her eyes, and said to her great-grandfather:

"The Witch Cult has been excavating and stealing the remains of the strong in the Old World over the years. They tried to use this method to form an invincible The Undead Army.

There are more than 40 bodies stolen from Helms Island alone, including nine golden ones. We purified three of them. When this range is included in all races and regions of the entire Old Continent, the number of disturbed dead has exceeded a thousand.

You who are enslaved and the growing number of flesh-tearing ghosts together form the most solid offensive force of the Witch Cult. We have tracked down the opponent's tracks several times but have never been able to carry out an annihilation attack on them.

But as you said, now Lord Pluto is on our side!

The perverse actions of the Witch Cult have dug them an insurmountable and fatal pit. The organization is destined to perish here, and their fall will be completed by us and you!

This is the revenge of the Helms people. "

"Well, this is our revenge!"

The axe-wielding undead nodded.

He glanced at his silent companion, then turned around and strode in the direction he came from. Ms. Effie also sent out a signal to assemble, asking the Hermes Rangers who were hunting around to gather in her direction, ready to follow the free undead bosses and launch the most resolute destructive attack on the witch cult's position.

When Effie followed her two elders to a hill in the Royal Court battlefield, what caught her eye was the burning enemy camp.

"Lord Pluto is calling me to bring down the fire of death! Lord Huangquan promised me the glory of ascending to the underworld! The Lord of Withering is directly commanding and encouraging me! Ah, my glory, the glory of death! Dogs! The majesty of the underworld cannot be desecrated!

In the name of the will of the underworld!

I sentence you to the punishment of phosphorus fire!

Execute immediately!"

The green gloomy phosphorus fire formed a flying flaming giant snake like a splashing tide, and was commanded to sweep across the core area of ​​the witch cult's position under the wild laughter of an undead spellcaster holding a bone staff. The phosphorous fire of revenge stained everything that could burn, rolling and burning, swallowing up the unsuspecting followers of the Witch Cult and burning them to ashes.

"That's 'Fire Dancer' Bannick!"

Ms. Effie said:

"The most famous golden wild wizard in the Saxe area, active during the second black disaster. The time and place of his death are still a mystery. To this day, there are legends about Bannick's fire treasure in the mountains and forests.

This Witch Cult is really capable!

They can actually find the remains of the wild wizard Bannick in the historical legends, but they shot themselves in the foot."

"Die! Die! Die! Ahahaha, fight, cool!"

Before Effie finished her introduction, the roar of the undead erupted in the blazing position, making the three onlookers look forward.

Several vampires from the Death Fang clan were hit by the barbarian flying axes from behind them as soon as they took off from the rolling phosphorous fire. The heavy flying axes were accompanied by terrifying death psychic energy, causing several vampires to scream and fall to the ground.

Then, a ruthless cutting storm followed the swinging of the skeleton giant sword, mixed with phosphorous fire to form a deadly flame strangling whirlwind, which swept the vampires who could not dodge and the wild flesh-tearing ghosts rushing out from the surroundings.

When the deadly sword wind subsided, only the gray-white stone statues that were cut into pieces and the flesh and blood fragments of the flesh-tearing ghosts scattered all over the ground were left. It was like a sweeping storm sweeping across the dark earth, showing the majesty of death in an extremely exaggerated way.

The powerful barbarian fighter and the Nord swordmaster holding a giant blade merged from the fire.

The two who were perfect opponents in life seemed eager to "renew their relationship" after their resurrection, but they soon passed each other and each chose the members of the Witch Cult who were attacked to start slaughtering the dead.

Lord Hades is watching them!

The great man who gave them free will is eager to see the supreme majesty of the underworld displayed on the enemies of the underworld through their hands. They must not let Lord Hades down! And the humiliation of being enslaved.

Well, when the Witch Cult puts the dog chain around their necks, they must be prepared to be bitten back.

That's right!

Today's slaughter is a thorough personal grudge between the dead and the cultists!

"Ah, my war dog, death is hungry, and the underworld is hungry for more souls. Bite them! Eat them! Eat, eat, and taste the blood of revenge."

The gloomy roar sounded again.

As the hunting whip was whipped, the furious Hades war dogs formed a wave of attack, howling and rushing into the burning battlefield of the material world in the wrapping and covering of the dark blue spirit fire, and began to rush around under the command of the dead spirit, turning the already chaotic camp into a pot of boiling hot porridge.

"Barbaric fighter Xius, wind-chasing swordsman Nolan, and war dog king Carter. They are all heroes of various countries who are famous in history. Their legends are still circulating all over the continent. I am so honored to fight side by side with them today!"

Ms. Effie followed her two ancestors into the chaotic witch camp.

She was like a little fan girl chasing stars. Every time she saw a powerful golden undead on the battlefield, she would shout out the other party's name, and sighed in her heart that the bastards of the witch cult must have some kind of weird "stamp collecting" hobby, otherwise it would be impossible to explain how they gathered all kinds of dead bones from all over the world together.

Unfortunately, the Hades spells that Luna stole from the Songhai people could not be used to resist the dead spirit and the master of the Hades.

Murphy chose this moment to designate the members of Dusk as the enemies of the Hades, so that this bomb would explode in the heart of the Witch Cult in the most explosive manner, like the most deadly backstab, inflicted by the Lord of the Underworld himself.

Well, what an honor!

But Murphy felt that such punishment was not enough to show his majesty as the King of the Underworld, so he set off a small tide of dead spirits on this battlefield, so that the souls of the Witch Cult members killed by the angry golden dead souls were also captured by the Adel Hades, and were transformed into the most ugly ghouls, so that they also joined this slaughter feast.

So, the undead VS the fallen son of God, the ghoul VS the flesh-tearing ghost, the Helms Ranger VS the dead tooth alien!

Murphy's chess piece has fallen, and the situation on the battlefield has changed at this moment!

However, anyone with a discerning eye could see what Murphy wanted to do. He wanted to create a "catastrophe of the dead" to completely bury the witch cult here. It was a great idea, which made people feel excited. The only problem was that Murphy did not control his strength well when he did this for the first time. He seemed to have used too much strength due to his twitchy hands.

And the result

"What the hell is going on!!!"

As Lord Yvette, the leader of the group, who was holding a bunch of laughing flowers, stared in amazement, the elf tomb in front of her exposed the moon elf-style coffin under abnormal shaking and collapse, which was obviously the sequelae of the power of the underworld.

And in the scene where Yvette's eyes twitched, the coffin that had been buried for hundreds of years was opened with a bang, and then a skinny hand with a rotten glove stretched out from the coffin and grabbed the coffin to let herself stand up.

Ms. Raven, the moon priest who had been dead for hundreds of years, opened her eyes blankly.

She seemed to have had a very long dream. She was still a little confused when she woke up. Then, as her rusty neck twisted, she saw her favorite "cutie" Yvette standing in front of her holding her favorite smile flower.

Her charming face looked like she had seen a ghost.

"Little Leah, come and help me."

Ms. Raven said while rubbing her eyebrows.

Because the moon priests would be embalmed when they were buried, she did not show serious decay hundreds of years after her death. Her body was just a little shrunk. However, her hoarse voice when she spoke startled the priest of the moon elf royal family.

Then various images emerged in her mind, and the blessing of the power from the underworld made her recall everything quickly.

"So, I've been dead for so long?"

Ms. Raven sighed, she trembled and got up from the coffin, looked at Lord Yvette with a dull look, stretched out her fingers wrapped with cold energy, stroked her cute little cheek, and said:

"You have also experienced many vicissitudes, my poor little Leah, I fell into death and you walked into midnight, fate is so cruel to us, but don't break my heart, don't tell me that after I left, you have a new partner"

"Those are just dregs, you know, I will always love only you, my Raven, all my love, attachment and tenderness will die with your departure and my entering midnight, the fate of this world is so cruel to me.

I hate it!

I also hate this world that took you away!"

Yvette's body trembled.

She said very disgusting words and walked forward like a female licking dog. She really didn't expect that after the vicissitudes of life, she would see her soul mate one day.

Although the scene in front of her was a little bit wrong, the leader didn't care about it. She threw away the flowers in her hand and hugged Raven. The latter was not used to such a passionate hug that was suffocating, but fortunately she was already a dead soul and didn't need to worry about suffocation.

She patted Yvette's shoulders that kept shaking.

The vampire couldn't cry, but she could feel Yvette's emotions from the bottom of her heart and the complicated and heavy burden she was carrying. Just like hundreds of years ago, she patted Yvette's shoulders gently and said:

"I'm back, little Leah, no one can bully you anymore, dear. Let me go, Lord Hades hopes that I, the 'Moon Lich', will push this 'undead disaster' to a climax, and I can't let him down.

Help me find a staff!

I also need a robe and a set of underwear. Look at how I look now, I'm really miserable."

"Just wear mine. My underwear is your favorite style and has not changed for so many years. I give them to every lucky person, and I just hope more people can know your story."

"Well, little Leah, you are not obedient. It seems that my departure has changed your personality, but you know that I don't like you to be so unruly, remember? We agreed that I like pure girls, so you have to be obedient!

Go!

Find me some clothes!

I want to wake up the sleeping elves and the dead here. Adel of the underworld is calling us."