The Rise of the Cemetery

This is the innate ability of the Balrog clan, forming a burning space similar to the flame field within a certain range around the body, and any foreign objects in it must constantly experience the burning of the abyss. In the past, it was only because of the level-level suppression that Hilgay's protective flames were suppressed in his body and could not reach far. Now that the level-level suppression has been eliminated, the domain has also dissipated. up.

A few fingers ago, the Legendary Lich used the Frost Domain to suppress and lock the Barlow Balrog, but now Feng Shui has turned into a Legendary Lich and is deeply trapped in the legendary Barlow Flame Domain.

This ups and downs in strength also caused the Legendary Lich's attack to stagnate suddenly.

When it adjusted its body again, the Barlow Balrog who had fallen into a state of tyranny and madness had already rushed up.

The battle between the legendary powerhouses exploded!

But no matter how vigorous the two legendary magical creatures are, the key core of today's battle is still not on them, but on the consciousness projection of the body that has gradually become hazy.

If the consciousness projection fails and disintegrates, then Li Xun will lose his last foothold in this multiverse, and thus disappear, and all the struggles in the past will be missed. And the great cemeteries he worked so hard to build will lose the core that sustains them, and then fall apart.

So after turning out the trump card of the legendary Ba Luo Yanmo, he strictly ordered his subordinates to fight to the death, but Li Xun himself stepped on the ghost dragon Moros, and quickly returned under the protection of the bone dragon Guli and the necromancer Plataya. Mage Tower.

Of course, he was not idle along the way, that holy-rank lich who could pose a threat to the battlefield, his cheap teacher Lux, he also arranged for him to deal with it. It was just a slight fluctuation of the soul consciousness, and one order after another was conveyed to the minds of the relevant personnel.

No matter what his fate will be, none of these damned guys can be let go. If he died soon, they would all be buried with him!

At the moment when the main body died, Li Xun's life entered a countdown.

Without the endless energy support transformed by the bridge of the ontology, this consciousness projection will disappear sooner or later, and Li Xun's consciousness will also disappear along with it. And without the midway transformation of the body, even if the consciousness projection guards the lifeless sea of ​​bones, it will be a sigh of relief. Because without the support of the main body, any external energy is a foreign object to him, and it will only consume his existence, not maintain it.

So he must return to his body as quickly as possible.

The existence of any life in the world requires the support of flesh or matter. Even a spirit body needs to combine some mysterious particles with core resentment in order to continue to survive. This is also the main reason why the spirit body always turns into a cloud of dust after death.

Li Xun had never foreseen that he would die halfway at such a young age, so he did not prepare any means of rebirth, reincarnation, reincarnation, etc., nor did he plan to transform himself into an undead. Therefore, there was a sudden change, and even he himself was flustered and didn't know what to do.

At this moment, his only thought is to return to his original body. It's like a wanderer who has encountered ups and downs and suffered trauma. Even though he knows that his former home is riddled with holes and dilapidated, he still can't stop the heart that is eager to return.

At this time, in the mage tower, an equally thrilling battle is also going on.

The attack of the master of the cemetery caused all the subordinates of the cemetery to go berserk, and the many victims guarding Li Xun's body were even more mad to the point of no return, vowing to follow in the master's footsteps. Without Li Xun's urging, all the accusers, including the two advanced death emissaries, prayed loudly at the same time, staring frantically at Roland, the holy shadow assassin who was forced out of the shadow, and chanted in a rousing The fearful prayer of death.

Almost instantly, the extremely strong intuition of death drove the Holy Shadow Assassin mad.

This is obviously a super scary large organization. Before the chaos at the scene could be maintained, it was suppressed by the undead leaders who rushed over. All the undead immediately organized and launched a violent offensive against the shadow assassins who appeared. And there are many extremely dangerous high-level undead mixed in.

However, the Holy Rank Shadow Assassin, who has experienced many big scenes, has become accustomed to all this, as long as he is given a gap, he can escape safely and without any worries.

However, within a few short fingers when he was squeezed out of the shadow layer, the countless force field protections of the mage tower began to layer up, separating the inside and the outside into two different worlds, which made him good at using the shadow layer to quickly transfer Roland immediately lost the greatest advantage.

The house is leaking, windy and rainy. Just as Roland's figure flickered and his cold light flickered, and he cut off a dozen tall undead one after another, the death prayers of 30 accusers and 2 death messengers made his hair stand on end.

For no reason, he had such an intuition that if these guys were allowed to finish their prayers, he would definitely die, definitely!

This intuition might be ridiculous, but it really resounded in the depths of his soul, making it impossible for him to ignore it even if he wanted to.

But it wasn't this that really broke him down.

As a holy shadow assassin, Roland is a top undead assassin concocted by the legendary Lich himself. He has experienced enough physical and psychological pains to collapse ordinary humans tens of thousands of times, and his will is so firm that it can be called a steel wire tenacity. But when he was about to kill all directions and break a bloody road, the Death Moon Magic Orb that he had been holding tightly in his hand disappeared.

A small and undetectable black hole suddenly appeared and directly sucked the Death Moon Magic Orb into it, and then disappeared. The whole process was so quick that even Roland couldn't react in time.

"No..." Roland suddenly let out a heart-piercing cry of pain.

Of course, only his master, the legendary Lich Sazastan, could take away the legendary treasure Death Moon Magic Orb in such a silent manner.

Taking away the Death Moon Magic Orb alone under such circumstances means that the former owner has given up on Roland and this holy shadow assassin. The flavor of the situation is not that the person concerned can't taste it at all.

Roland, who was also almost insane, turned around several times in a row, avoiding the fangs and claws of most of the undead, and plunged into the group of the dead like a whirlwind.

The ferocious holy-rank assassin raised his dagger in his hand, his figure was as fast as a ghost, and he shuttled and jumped among the many victims. The soul dagger in his hand doesn't need to hit the vitals, as long as it pierces any part of the deceased's body, the deceased's voice will stop abruptly, his soul will be shattered in an instant, and the whole person will fall crookedly to the ground.

If it was an ordinary monk, they would probably have been frightened at this moment and scattered in fright. But this group of suedeurs were like wood carvings and clay sculptures, half kneeling on the ground and muttering prayers, with fanatical and devout expressions on their faces that made people daunted. Even though Roland's soul dagger had been stabbed in front of his eyebrows, they still prayed loudly without fear.

Roland was killing crazily. With his strength as a holy assassin, he could kill this group of unarmed and weird monks in less than ten fingers. But for some reason, the more he killed, the deeper the chill in his heart, and he always felt that what he killed was actually his own life!

When the last victim fell in a pool of blood, there were only two messengers of death left in the arena.

At this time, Roland couldn't help but stop his footsteps.

Black blood stains slowly dripped from the sharp edge of the soul dagger, which fully showed that the monks Roland slaughtered were by no means normal humans, and the two in front of him could not be guessed with common sense.

It is very likely that it is some kind of horrible undead in disguise!

Crazy eyes met in mid-air, and the soul fires of the two messengers of death who had completed the death prayer burst out with unconcealable fanaticism for death and yearning for destruction.

As the two dim gray halos swept across, the bodies of all the deceased in the arena exploded into ashes, and the two death messengers were no exception. Pointing forward with the tip of the dagger, Roland, the Holy Shadow Assassin who was already leaning forward in a rapid killing posture, froze suddenly, his body seemed to freeze suddenly, and he didn't move anymore.

A holy-level shadow assassin died silently under the crazy superimposed death prayer, which is also the privilege of the death messenger who is an advanced accuser.

The necromancer Kel'Thuzad rushed over, quickly verified Roland's death, and quickly commanded the undead to lift his body out, and once again guarded the magic hall tightly.

The body of the master of the cemetery has been carefully placed in the center of the hall, protected by layers of force field protection inside, and even the flow of time has been frozen, only waiting for Li Xun's consciousness to return before discussing how to treat him .

Kel'Thuzad had inspected Li Xun's massive damage to the back of his head in advance. The entire brain tissue had been completely destroyed by the erupting shadow power, and there was no possibility of treatment.

Unless a bishop-level clergyman can be invited to perform the "high-level resurrection technique" for such a trauma, ordinary limb restoration magic will not help at all. But the Necropolis and all Klein Continental Churches are hidden enemies. Where can we go to capture a bishop-level clergyman at this time?

The bishop, that is equivalent to a high-level church leader at the level of a master, often acts as the direct leader of a certain parish. There are a large number of church knights and priests guarding them when they go out, and they live in seclusion in various cathedrals and concentrate on researching magical abilities.

Just when Kel'Thuzad was at a loss for what to do, the light and shadow in the midair of the magic hall shook, and the hazy figure of the psion slowly emerged.

At this time, the energy has been seriously drained, Li Xun is unable to restrain the integrity of the body, and the edges of the projected body begin to blur, and the whole person appears to be turbulent and swaying.

time is limited!

Li Xun looked down at his shocking body in the thick mask, and asked in a deep voice, "Is there any way?"

Master Kel'Thuzad stepped forward, shaking his head in pain: "There are many ways, but you can't afford it!"

yes! As the most exquisite necromancer in the Necropolis, Kel'Thuzad has thousands of experiences and means of cultivating, transplanting, and deploying flesh, but it all takes time. And the consciousness projection in front of me might not even last for a quarter of an hour, how can we wait until a brand new body is concocted?

Li Xun fell silent!