Necromancer Doomsday Walk

125 Accident (Part 2)

The meeting hall is not larger than the previous main hall, but it can accommodate more than a hundred people at the same time, which is not a problem, and it will not appear crowded.

Of course, if you want to place more than a dozen tables in the conference hall and make it look spacious, it is somewhat impossible.

Wan Zhiyang, the leader of the Black Mountain Chapter who is a landlord, took the lead in sitting on the main seat and immediately asked everyone to sit down.

The leaders of the eight major groups sat down first, then the deputy leaders, and then the leaders of other medium-sized and small forces.

After these people sat down, they all stared at Wan Zhiyang. The scene was quiet, but at the same time with so many people staring, a pressure filled the air unconsciously, so heavy that it became difficult to breathe.

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At this time, a burst of neat footsteps sounded, and a row of men in black robes appeared outside the conference hall, forming a circle protruding outward, surrounding the door of the conference hall like a hemisphere.

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Suddenly, the atmosphere condensed and became even more depressing.

"Captain Wan, what do you mean?"

"Wan Zhiyang, do you plan to force all of us to stay here?"

"Everyone, please be patient." Wan Zhiyang said unhurriedly, with a slight smile in his tone, but because his voice was hoarse like metal friction, it made people feel uncomfortable.

"Wan Zhiyang, you must understand that leaving us behind will not be a good thing for you or the Black Mountain Chapter. In addition to bringing disaster to you."

This sentence immediately made everyone present agree.

Because the Black Mountain Chapter is also one of the ten war groups, and its overall strength is similar to that of other war groups.

But there were people from the eight major groups present. Even though only the leader and a deputy leader were present, plus the other people from medium-sized and small forces, together they were a powerful force.

Once Wan Zhiyang has the intention to force them to stay, conflicts will inevitably occur. And once conflicts occur, according to their thinking, the Black Mountain Group will definitely suffer.

And when the time comes, as long as the captains and deputy commanders of the other eight battle groups return to their respective battle group bases, and then mobilize the battle groups in the group to unite, the Black Mountain Chapter can easily be destroyed and completely eliminated.

"Wan Zhiyang, you invited us to the meeting hall, are you trying to play some mystery?"

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, now is the time for you to make a choice." Wan Zhiyang said with a smile.

"choose?"

"What choice?"

"Let us make a choice, Wan Zhiyang, are you too arrogant?"

"Wan Zhiyang, tell me clearly, what is your choice?"

"I've said it all, don't be anxious." Facing the crowd who were starting to get angry, Wan Zhiyang was not afraid at all. Instead, as if the old god was there, he calmly said: "There are two choices for you. The first is

One: Join the Black Mountain Chapter and become my subordinate; second..."

"Hahahaha...Wan Zhiyang, is your brain burned out? Or is your brain disabled? What do you think you are..."

"Wow, haha, you made me laugh so hard. Wan Zhiyang, it seems that you are very ill. Do you want me to help you find a better doctor to check you out?"

"Captain Wan Zhiyang, have you been mentally disturbed after the last blow? Oh, you are really pitiful."

"madman."

"There's something wrong with your brain."

"It's pitiful. I express my sympathy."

Wan Zhiyang just said the first choice, but before he could make the second choice, he was immediately interrupted by others, and immediately received a burst of cynicism.

These sarcastic words are as unpleasant as they sound, and each of them seems to have turned into a mean and mean bitch.

But the strange thing is that Wan Zhiyang didn't say anything and allowed these people to mock him continuously. He listened like a bystander.

After a while, maybe because I felt that Wan Zhiyang didn't refute what he and others kept saying, it started to feel a little boring, and the sarcastic voices fell silent.

"Have you said enough? If not, please continue." Wan Zhiyang spoke at this time, with a kind of joking in his tone. It felt like a cat teasing a mouse, for no reason.

A very uncomfortable feeling arose in the hearts of those present: "Now that enough has been said, please let me give you the second option. The second option is...death!"

The last word "death" was extremely sinister. Suddenly, a chill filled the air of the meeting hall and reverberated endlessly.

At the same time, a strange feeling appeared in everyone's hearts for no reason, as if a sharp contraction of the heart was like a knife blade, and a vague aura of death filled the air.

"Death? What a joke. What a big joke. Wan Zhiyang, who do you think you are? You actually want to decide our life and death. It makes people laugh to death, hahahaha..."

When everyone heard Wan Zhiyang's words, they were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. The laughter shook the meeting hall, like wind and thunder.

"Wan Zhiyang, I won't play with you anymore. Thank you for your generous hospitality. I'll say goodbye."

One of the commanders of one of the Eight Great Regiments suddenly shouted loudly, overpowering the other voices.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he bowed his hands to Wan Zhiyang, then turned around and strode out of the meeting hall.

"If you want to leave, you have to ask me if I agree."

A deep sound filled with murderous intent suddenly sounded. Immediately, Wan Zhiyang on the main seat waved his hand with one hand, like lightning, a sharp sound pierced the air, and a faint and solid light was seen.

Black light shot forward from the cuffs of Wan Zhiyang's robe like spikes.

The moment a sharp sound broke through the air, a sharp black light instantly hit the middle-aged man's back.

At the moment when no one had time to react, the black light had already hit the middle-aged man and entered his body.

The middle-aged man had just lifted his steps and was about to fall, but suddenly paused, as if the surrounding space had solidified, making it impossible for him to continue his movements.

The moment the black light hit his back, the middle-aged man's body shook, and then he seemed to become motionless like a sculpture.

However, the people standing in front of the middle-aged man could see the middle-aged man's gradually distorted face, as if he was suffering from huge pain, pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and into the soul, as sad and ferocious as a ghost.

The strange thing is that the middle-aged man seemed to want to open his mouth and scream loudly. However, as if he was imprisoned by an invisible force, he could not open his mouth, let alone make any sound.