The Rise of the Cemetery

The situation changed so quickly that the young mage couldn't wait to guard against it. In just the blink of an eye, You Nu was repelled by the opponent and fell into a critical situation of counter-killing.

In his bursting rage, several subordinates who felt the same way immediately took out their own fierce moves, and crazily rushed at the group of drow guards blocking the entrance of the altar. The young mage, taking advantage of the chaotic enemy situation, led the blood mages such as the blood demon and Hera, and rushed into the underground cave in a teleport.

Ferlun, who was standing on the altar, obviously couldn't take half a step away during the ceremony, so after flying away from Younu who was planning to attack her sneakily, he just hit him from a distance with an instant divine spell.

While squandering the almost inexhaustible surge of magical power, Ferlun laughed uncontrollably and crazily, waiting for the final divine favor to arrive. The originally delicate and sweet pretty face was distorted by this madness, and even the bloody mouth that quietly opened on her chest, and the fountain of blood that spewed out couldn't stop her.

What is the situation?

The young mage, who was dazed by the situation in front of him, suddenly stopped the restlessness of his subordinates, and let Younv's fit body quietly emerge beside him.

"How is it? Are you not injured?" The young mage asked hurriedly. The urgency in his tone made You Nu's pretty face hidden under the armor smile like a flower, and she silently replied a safe message.

In the end, You Nu still suffered a heavy loss, and the opponent's whip almost shattered the black crystal armor that grew up with her. As for the subsequent magical attacks, they were all lucky enough to escape under the 5-second protection of a "magic immunity". If not, she might really be hurt by the opponent's stormy divine attack.

Seeing the blood spring gushing from his body, the crazy Ferren who didn't even know it, and the senior management of the cemetery who rushed into the venue were all stunned by this extremely strange scene.

"Did you hurt her?" the young mage asked suspiciously.

"No! I can't break through the tortoise shell outside her body at all..." Younu looked at the priestess covered in blood without knowing it, her face full of disbelief.

Half a cup of hot tea had passed, and it was a long time before the blessing of God's grace came. The almost crazy Ferren finally woke up from his paranoia, and only then did he suddenly feel his physical weakness.

"How could I be weak? I am now in the most glorious and powerful moment of my life, how could I be weak?" With infinite confusion, Ferlun finally lowered his high head and saw the big as big as a chest on his chest. The gap in the fist and the almost stagnant blood.

As the blood in her body dries up, her vitality continues to shrink. If it weren't for the afterglow of the first blessing of God's grace, she would have returned to the kingdom of the goddess Rose.

"Why...why..." A horrified expression appeared on Ferren's pretty face, and his heart was filled with incomprehensible confusion. But in an instant, she seemed to understand something, and turned around with difficulty to look at Rui Sier, who was dead on the execution platform.

This peerless girl whose chest was cut open and her heart was taken out just now was supposed to die, but at this moment she was lying flat on the square platform extremely charming. Not to mention the bowl-sized gap between the red fruit's towering breasts, not even a tiny scar can be found on the black jade-like flawless body. And the corners of her lips were overflowing with unconcealable pride and madness.

Alright alright! Every drow mistress who succeeded in her plot seemed to enjoy the desperate eyes of watching her mortal enemy die helplessly. Whenever this moment is also the crazy moment when they fall into self-expansion, it is also the moment when they enjoy the results of the battle and taste the pleasure.

This was the case with Ferlan just now, and it is still the case with Resil now. It seems that this is also related to the drow elves' perverted desire for control and power.

"Hey, that's it again!" With a bored and helpless expression, the young mage could only turn all his attention to this new enemy. This is also the normal state of dealing with drow elves. Until the last moment, until the dust settles, no one knows who will have the last laugh!

But all of this doesn't matter to the young mage, anyway, he will have a quick fight. Now let's see what cards this new winner will show!

The bloody dialogue that the young mage was looking forward to did not appear.

When Ferlan realized her failure, her life had come to an end. With a faint howl full of extreme fear, the aura of divine grace suspended above their heads really fell at this moment, and suddenly submerged into the body of the victor, Mistress Raisel.

The same scene reappeared, and Mistress Drow's grandma, Shen Koujin, screamed enough to pierce everyone's eardrums, and her strength also improved by leaps and bounds in the "screaming scream".

Level 15...

Level 16...

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19th grade.

When the strength of the young new drow mistress was finally fixed at level 19, the young mage was inexplicably relieved, and secretly wiped a cold sweat.

To be honest, this speed of promotion is simply beyond the reach of young mages, and at the same time, they are extremely envious. However, if he was allowed to choose, he would rather climb up hard step by step, rather than use this method similar to bloody sacrifice to win the favor of a certain high god, so as to get this for nothing. External support.

This kind of divine blessing seems to be powerful quickly, but it also has great limitations, that is, it cannot be separated from the aura of the gods. With the scale of the temple in Rasmurfel City and the degree of favor of Goddess Rose, the blessing of God's grace is also useful within three miles around the city.

That is to say, this Mistress Rasel is a solid level 19 powerhouse within 3 miles around Rasmurfel City, and once she exceeds the radiation range of this temple, her strength will plummet. If you are too far away from the temple, it will be a problem whether your final strength can stay above level 16. After all, her initial level was too low, only level 14.

Of course, under normal circumstances, with the tiger skin blessed by the 19th-level divine grace, she can completely improve her basic strength like Mount Tai, so that she will not become a soft-footed crab once she leaves the temple. But now, she doesn't seem to have the time!

At least with the existence of Zena, the inner ghost, the other party's fiction and reality are under control, and there will be no misjudgment due to ignorance of the details. At least to deal with such an instant powerhouse, the young mage can come up with a lot of countermeasures.

The easiest way is of course to find a way to entangle her, and then use the fastest speed to destroy all nearby temples or altars and other places, then she will be beaten back to its original shape in minutes, becoming a 14-year-old who can be kneaded at will. Level "strong".

Moreover, the hole cards prepared by the young mage were no less than that of Resil's, which really annoyed him. He never minded immediately upgrading a regular war to a peak duel.

From all aspects, a 19th-level abyssal demon is far superior to a 19th-level newly promoted drow mistress.

"And she's a drow mistress to the extreme!" Turning her head to look at the shriveled corpse of the high-ranking priestess lying under the altar, the young mage added disdainfully.

Just as the young mage led many cemetery elites to watch the scene silently with arms folded, the young mistress of drow had already completed the accumulation of strength. In fact, this process can be completed within a few fingers, but in order to enjoy this wonderful feeling for a longer period of time, Resil intentionally delayed the completion of the ceremony.

When the last ray of divine power stabilized and solidified in the body, Mistress Ruisier opened those red pupils that seemed to be dyed with blood, and stared at the young mage floating in mid-air without blinking.

After thinking about it briefly, she didn't just get mad and turn against this defiant "male" on the surface, but started to stretch her body. That layer of densely packed dragon tendon ropes seemed to have been soaked in strong acid for thousands of years, and with just a slight struggle, it was already broken inch by inch, and then weathered into ashes.

Resil lazily stepped down from the execution platform, stood pretty on the altar, arranged the sacrificial robes on her body, barely covered her silky and silky body like black satin, and casually shot a black light into the altar. Inside the body of Ferren, who was dead on one side.

As the black light entered his body, Ferlon, who was originally lifeless, suddenly let out a scream, and a cloud with a faint white light flashed out of it, and he planned to run away. It's a pity that it was too late, the black light just now had turned into a beautiful pattern-like chain, one end was deeply pierced into the core of the light group, and the other end was always firmly nailed to Ferlun's corpse.

Under the retraction and pull of this black chain, the white light group could not escape even if it turned into an illusory cloud, and was pulled back into the body of the former drow mistress amidst painful and mournful wailing.

Resil wore a 100% vicious smile, like a disobedient female slave, and bit by bit the black light penetrated into every part of Ferren's motionless body. Every time the black light enters, it will cause inexplicable screams in his body, as if the black light is a kind of torture.

This process sounds cumbersome, but in actual operation, in less than half a minute, Resil, whose strength has greatly increased, has already completed all the processing processes.

Of course, the final completion ceremony is to engrave the family emblem on the forehead of this spirit-bound corpse. Such a wonderful enjoyment, of course Resil would not do it to others, but did it all by herself.

The young mage couldn't help sighing softly. It seems that in the past period of time, all kinds of unbearable things must have happened between these two drow women. Otherwise, how could this woman complete such a cruel and evil undead ritual with a smile on her face and an excited face?

However, the young mage didn't seem to reject the opponent's act of blatantly asking for help, but instead watched the whole process with great interest.

In the history of drow family wars, such scenes can be said to be commonplace. Drow is a race that hates waste. For the corpses of those companions who died in family wars, especially those who were powerful in life, they will be concocted so that they can move freely, but they are completely subject to the control of the family's high-ranking priestess. Bound spirit corpse.

Unlike the zombies and living corpses concocted by the Lich, the spirit-bound corpses concocted by the drow are more ferocious and terrifying. Because they took advantage of the short time when the other party had just died and the soul had not dissipated, and used some kind of soul control technique to keep the soul in the dead body. The spirit-bound corpses concocted in this way can often retain more than half of their abilities in life, and are completely subject to some kind of mysterious rune.

But for the guy whose soul was detained, it was a terrible thing that he couldn't survive or die. If they can be completely destroyed in the war, these spirit-bound corpses can still be liberated, but if they encounter those extremely sinister enemies and bury the processed spirit-bound corpses in some inaccessible underground, then waiting for "it" It may be thousands of years of loneliness and darkness.

As undead, they are not so easy to die. As souls, they still retain some thoughts of previous lives, but they cannot control themselves.

Perhaps this is the greatest torture to them!