The Rise of the Cemetery

The three spellcasters joined forces to prop up a huge spell shield to meet the continuous lightning strikes.

The huge and heavy pressure forced the spell shield down from mid-air, and the three spellcasters had no choice but to raise their hands high, continuously injecting mana and desperately maintaining the integrity of the spell shield. Just the high heat transmitted through the shield has already burned their hands black. Fortunately, the three casters are all undead, so they don't care about it, otherwise the human mage would have wailed and fell to the ground.

It's not that their strength is too weak, but that in order to protect the many companions hiding beside them, they had to extend their spell shields as hard as they could. This undoubtedly made them attract more attacks, but saved their companions.

As for those who put their heads down to protect themselves, they became the hardest hit areas. Lightning strikes struck them one after another, scorching everywhere they landed, and then the flesh and blood exploded, exposing the dark bones and muscles inside.

The only one who appeared to be at ease was the Skeleton King, who held up a huge skull shield with one hand. Every time lightning fell on it, it would only produce water-like ripples, but it could not damage it in the slightest. The ferocious skull head in the center of the shield even opened its mouth wide, continuously devouring the falling thunder. It is an excellent magic item at a glance

The shadow dwarf assassin Oro, who has been stealthily peeping, seized the opportunity and immediately emerged from the shadows beside the ghost lord. So in the boundless darkness, there seemed to be a very faint shadow flashing back and forth, running around the ghost lord at high speed.

The ghost lord in the spell-guiding stage screamed more miserable than the undead who was chopped down below, but he could only keep this stiff posture for 5 seconds before he could escape. It wasn't until the ghost lord passed the spell-guiding stage and started a guerrilla war with Oro that the damage he suffered plummeted. However, a knife was exchanged for a quick lightning, and the shadow dwarf assassin Oro still endured the continuous lightning bombardment and played with the ghost lord to exchange injuries.

The undead outside the field couldn't see clearly the situation of the fight in the shadows. They could only feel its terrifying lethality from the faint sharp whistling and the cool wind passing over their faces.

The Skeleton King paused, and suddenly flashed to the side, and at the same time raised the bone shield to protect half of his body. The moment he flashed out, several indistinct black shadows passed over the place where he was originally standing, splashing a large amount of sparks, and then leaving deep ravines on the floor and stone pillars.

Two translucent bodies were chasing lightning in the air, flashing from one open space to another. The dense stone pillars could not be their hindrance at all, but they were the best shields for them to avoid the enemy's attack.

The seemingly extremely short chase caused both sides to be injured.

Oro's short and nimble figure turned sharply in the air, almost without a moment's pause. Dozens of black and purple fine scars dyed the ghost lord into a large black jade, flickering in mid-air.

A teleportation flashed to the distance to get rid of Oro's entanglement, and the ghost lord was able to deal with his injuries. With its high immunity to physical attacks, it will not be easily injured, but once injured, it means huge magic damage. The shadow force attached to the shadow dwarf assassin's attack constantly squirmed and struggled on its dense wounds, many fine body fragments separated from the body, scattered and melted into the void.

These injuries are all real hard losses, and the damaged body can no longer be made up for through the transformation of reality and virtuality, and can only be repaired bit by bit through the long years.

Oro slid out of the void beside the Skeleton King, staggered before standing upright, allowing his companions to see the scorched and broken rune bandages around his body. For an assassin who relied on quickness and assassination for a living, attacking tough situations head-on wasn't their specialty.

With furious anger, the ghost lord stared at the messy scene of lightning with red soul fire. Most of the enemies were intact, and even a slight injury to their limbs would not impair their combat effectiveness. The only result of the battle was probably the few charred corpses on the ground...

Before the ghost lord could feel complacent, those charred corpses suddenly jumped up again.

A few ugly undead, ignoring the constant crackling sound, began to move their miserable bodies. Every piece of fast-growing flesh and blood seemed to have its own life, and began to squirm crazily. There was a sound of the bones of the moving limbs, and the withered and scorched skin of the body fell straight down, revealing the thick, wire-like muscle lines with bright red color and tangled muscles.

Perhaps it was because of the excessive blood loss just now, only a thin layer of blood beads oozed from the new meat, and then the oil kept oozing out, and slowly condensed, and finally transformed into a layer of soft new skin in the faint black air . The new skin only existed in the air for a few seconds before it gradually dehydrated and dried up, turning black and dark, and finally formed a shiny black cuticle whose hardness was comparable to that of hard leather armor.

The process of regenerating flesh and blood is extremely painful, and it also needs to consume a lot of energy in the body, so these suffering undead stared fiercely at the ghost lord floating in mid-air 60 meters away, and let out a hoot! Ho is similar to a bestial growl.

After staying in the cemetery for a long time, they became a little oily, but the baptism of this lightning storm once again inspired the tyranny and cruelty deeply imprinted in their souls.

Several melee undead who had just recovered from the great trauma erupted with far more ferocity than before, and slowly spread out with grinning grins, and approached the ghost lord again.

The real battle begins now!

Three groups of dark shadows also emerged from the depths of the stone forest, arranged in a zigzag shape around the ghost lord, and electric snakes danced around each shadow, crackling.

The Skeleton King and the rest of the undead flickered behind the stone pillar, spreading around in a wider area, each of them clenched their weapons tightly, and hissed excitedly from time to time. The three casters now have familiar melee undead around them. I believe that with their presence, it will be much more difficult for the ghost lord to make a surprise attack.

The first to fight is still the caster.

Among the 3 spellcasters, 2 skeleton mages focus on offensive spells such as Shadow Arrow and Acid Arrow, while the remaining elite Lich casts the dark blessing with all his strength, attaching shadow attacks to all the weapons of his side. The ghost lord didn't move at all, while the three shadow clones surrounding the outside activated a fine grid, isolating all low-level spells below level 4.

This is not a spell invalidation barrier, but a simple application of electric spells, using the ubiquitous electric charge induction to destroy the internal stable structure of spells passing nearby, allowing them to disintegrate on their own. With this hand alone, one can know the profound attainments of this ghost lord in electric spells.

"Aw!" There was a sharp howl.

The corpses, ghouls, and mummies in the inner circle swarmed up, jumping up and down, and weapons of different styles rushed to the shadow clones on the outside from different angles.

The mercenaries in the cemetery are now more or less wearing a variety of spell equipment. Not only has the magic resistance of the flesh body been improved, but also some weird stress spells will suddenly appear during the battle, either fireball , or Frostbolt, people are hard to guard against.

Just as they entangled the three shadow clones, the green-haired zombie Moros and the Skeleton King had already surrounded the ghost lord, and they were also fighting in full swing. Compared with other undead attacks, the Ghost Lord is more afraid of the great bone sword in the hands of the Skeleton King. After only being hit once, let it howl and teleport out, never daring to approach the Skeleton King again.

At that moment just now, the parts of the ghost lord's body that were struck by the great white bone sword disappeared immediately, as if the great sword had infinite suction, and even the nihilistic physique of the spirit body could be directly absorbed into it. The ghost lord took the time to check himself, and found that not only his body was damaged, but his soul was also lost.

This discovery left it horrified. The soul is the only basis for the survival of the spirit body. If it is damaged, it cannot be recovered by time alone.

With this understanding, the Ghost Lord hid the Skeleton King far away, and never dared to touch the big bone sword again. But the Skeleton King possesses the skill of "Underworld Fire Critical Strike", which makes it impossible to hide. Many times, he can only suffer from the dark side. Soon, even his body shrinks. As for the big white bone sword that has tasted the sweetness, the skull relief on the handle on it looks more and more vivid, with a faint golden light on it, and every blow it swings even has a weak evil-destroying attribute.

After suffering a few big losses, the ghost lord simply disappeared in stealth, and only 3 shadow clones wandered back and forth among the stone pillars, constantly spreading plasma balls.

The Skeleton King's soul fire was beating, and he couldn't help becoming a little impatient. The largest batch of ghost clouds have been led away, but they will always come back. They came to behead the enemy's leader, not to make soy sauce and write that they can pat their butts and go back after visiting here. There are quite a few rear troops left outside the Shadow Dome, but they can't stand up to the continuous onslaught of the opponent's soldiers, so it's better to fight quickly here.

When Skeletron turned his attention to the shadow clones, the fate of these shadow clones was over. For the general physical attacks of the undead, they can be immune to most of the damage, and the rest only need a flash to escape, and they are almost healed when they reappear. Therefore, there are quite a few undead besieging them, but not many can give them a fatal blow.

A "Hellfire Critical Strike" fixed a shadow clone, and the Skeleton King rushed to it, and the huge bone sword slashed down, and the evil attribute was activated.

"ah……"

A mournful howl came to an abrupt end, and the great bone sword directly slashed the core of the shadow clone. The shadow avatar stood still in place, its body was transpired with lightning, and its body turned into a curl of green smoke and dissipated in the air.

The demise of a shadow clone also caused the ghost lord to suffer serious internal trauma, and his hazy figure suddenly emerged not far from the mutated ghoul Karoo. Judging from his posture, it seems that he wants to stealthily attack this undead with the weakest defense.

The mutated ghoul, Karoo, stomped with a huge force, shot backwards, and rushed straight to the ghost lord. The body was already spinning rapidly while it was still in mid-air, and the hands were stretched forward, with sharp edges flashing from the front of the long claws. He actually turned himself into a rapidly spinning drill, stabbing fiercely at the ghost lord who was still in a daze.