The Undead Empire That Travels Through the Multiverse

Facing the aggressive Jeff, George Black felt helpless.

If he was willing to serve Britain, he would have joined the British camp long ago, so why should he persist until now?

What's more, if Jeff persuaded him in a friendly manner, maybe George Blake would still have some concerns and not directly break his face like this.

But since Jeff is no longer unkind, George Black naturally has no scruples.

"I don't want to do this. Jeff, you'd better get out of the way. I don't want to hurt you." George Blake began to turn a ring on his right index finger, and the undead summons behind him immediately started to attack. posture.

Looking at George Black's appearance, Jeff laughed disdainfully: "Don't want to hurt me? George, you haven't figured out the situation yet? Let me teach you a truth. The reason why aristocrats are aristocrats is because we are more powerful!"

As he spoke, Jeff ordered the heavily armored zombie controlled by him to swing his heavy sword towards George Blake, seemingly trying to remove one of his arms first.

With the combat power of the heavily armored zombie, he can cut off even a wooden stake as thick as a human waist with one sword, not to mention a mere arm. As long as this sword hits George Blake's shoulder, he will be cut like a wooden stake. Split.

However, George Blake was not standing on a wooden stake being chopped down. His legs quickly flicked back, and he shrank back out of the attack range of the heavily armored zombie, barely avoiding the blade.

At the same time, the undead summons behind him also pounced on him, and during the pounce, his two palms quickly grew and deformed, turning into two claws that popped out half-foot-long bone claws, and slapped them away with one blow. The sword of the heavily armored zombie raised his hand and scratched the chest of the heavily armored zombie.

At first, Jeff thought that George Blake's struggle was just a meaningless struggle. The heavily armored zombie was wearing a new type of plate armor made with composite armor technology. When the British first made it, they used Rifles have been tested at close range. Even rifle bullets cannot penetrate this new plate armor at a distance of fifty meters.

Even a poor knight from the Knights of the Garter would have to use all his strength to make a small opening with his sword. Jeff didn't think that a mere ghoul could be scratched with his claws. This thing.

"George, do you know? In fact, I have always hated you, not because you don't want to serve Britain, but because you always think that the power of magic is stronger than the power of technology." Jeff even had time to talk at this time Pao, mocking George Blake: "Don't you know that we are no longer the Middle Ages? This is the twentieth century. The power of technology has long replaced those ancient witchcraft and magic. You know nothing about the power of technology!" Even the minions of the undead cannot scratch the steel!"

While talking, Jeff also passed a new order to the heavily armored zombie, asking it to completely tear George Blake's undead summons into pieces.

"No, it's because you don't understand the power of magic." George Blake retorted firmly.

"Tear!" A sound like leather being torn came from the heavily armored zombies and George Blake's undead summons. The two sides did not separate at the first touch, but strangled into a ball.

This suddenly surprised Jeff, but he didn't take it to heart. He still mocked George Blake: "It seems that you did learn well in the academy, but it is just in vain. Although our British Empire is not like the Germans and Americans are so crazy that they will implant various machines and weapons into the bodies of undead summons.

But the technology of our British Empire is not inferior to theirs. The plate armor they wear is the latest equipment of the British Empire cavalry, which is enough to withstand bullets and artillery fire on the battlefield. All your efforts are in vain!

If you surrender now, I can still give you some preferential treatment for the sake of being a classmate and find you a good job in the Ministry of Magic.

But if you continue to resist, I will have no choice but to kill you here. Don’t blame me for not remembering my old friendship with my classmates. "

Jeff felt that the heavily armored zombies would soon be able to deal with George Blake's undead summons, so he did not take the initiative to attack George Blake.

In the course taught to them by the college, the professor mentioned the tactic of using summons to contain the opponent, while the necromancer himself used spells to attack. Jeff believed that he had the help of a heavily armored zombie when facing George Black, and he could use all his skills to defeat George Blake. Without this tactic, George Blake would have been torn to pieces by armored zombies.

Of course, he would spare George Blake's life.

This was not out of any good intentions, but Jeff wanted to transform George Black into his own summons, just like the corpse witch or skeleton mage mentioned by the professors.

A summoned undead creature with the ability to cast spells. This is a good thing that can be used as a trump card. When he returns to the UK, he may be able to use this card to obtain the position of Director of the Ministry of Magic?

Just as Jeff was thinking this, the heavily armored zombie he controlled was suddenly knocked back and fell on his back in front of him.

"How... is this possible?!" Jeff was shocked and looked towards the heavily armored zombie, but was surprised to find that the heavily armored zombie had been torn apart like a rag doll.

There were only a few fragments of the indestructible breastplate left in Jeff's mouth. The heavily armored zombie's chest was scratched to pieces with bloody flesh, and its internal organs were scattered all over the floor, almost hollowed out.

The limbs of heavily armored zombies are not much better, and are even worse due to the lack of armor protection.

At this time, the heavily armored zombie's left hand had disappeared, and his right hand was broken into three parts, with only a little flesh remaining connected.

The right leg seemed to have been torn off with brute force. Half of the lower abdomen was taken away, leaving only the left leg that was bent to an angle that the human body could never achieve, but it was obviously no longer usable. Walked.

Seeing the heavily armored zombie he was proud of being beaten like this, Jeff looked in disbelief. He hurriedly looked at George Blake's summons, hoping that this was just an explosion of overdraft, or It's a lose-lose situation.

However, to his disappointment, George Blake's summons didn't even have any obvious wounds, and it didn't look like an overdraft explosion.

"How is this possible? How could you create such a powerful summoning object!" Jeff still couldn't believe that he would actually lose to George Black.

George Blake had no desire to explain. He just looked at Jeff and said to him: "Get out of the way Jeff, I don't want to hurt you, this is just an assessment."

But Jeff shook his head, raised his hand with firm eyes, and recited a spell to George Blake.

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