People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 358 The World After Death
Old White touched his neck.

I'm alive?

What a fate!
He subconsciously wanted to pick up the double-edged battle ax that he accompanied day and night, but was surprised to find that his hand passed through the handle of the ax as if it had no substance.

"Haven't you always wondered what the world looks like after death?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"Who's talking, is it Ms. Flynn?"

Old White remembered that Fringilla had sent voice transmissions to their group before.

"It's me, Prajna."

"Miss Prajna, what do you mean, am I already dead?"

Old White touched his neck subconsciously again, and found that it was still intact. Just thinking about it, he was slapped by a centurion-level figure on the opposite side, so it was impossible to not get hurt at all.

His talent is mediocre, and he has only lived for most of his life in the past few years. With his rich experience, he was barely promoted by Lord Leon to become a horn head. It is impossible for him to have this ability.

Looking around, the world has become foggy, and all people and objects seem to be covered with a layer of green shimmer, and the rest of the colors cannot be seen clearly.

The fierce yelling and killing statement showed that he was very close to him, but when it reached his ears, it seemed as if he was separated by a world.

It turns out that this is the world after death.

"Unfortunately, but it is true."

After Old White understood his situation, he didn't seem too flustered, or couldn't believe it. He asked calmly, "Miss Prajna, can you still talk to me while you're in battle?"

"Yes, actually, I'm not just talking to you."

Old White tentatively asked: "Do you need our help?"

"Yes, would you like to fight your enemies again?"

Old White was slightly startled: "Can I?"

"Give me your soul power, and I can increase my power. The price is that your soul will disappear, instead of going to hell to reincarnate."

"Of course!"

"I mean, of course no problem!"

Old White said happily: "I never thought that my old bones could help the people of the clan again, not to mention, people like us, even if we go to hell, we will definitely be thrown into the fire hell to be tortured. On that kind of day, it would be better to just ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

As he said, he said with emotion: "It is a great honor for me to fight against these puppies after death. I am really grateful, Ms. Banruo."

"you are welcome."

Old White smiled heartily: "The last thing I have to tell you is, Miss Banruo, your voice is really nice."

Prajna was silent for a moment, then replied: "Everyone says so."

"If you are really the ecstasy, this must be the greatest tenderness that hell has for the world."

"You're good at talking, but I'm not."

"Pity."

He looked back, and found that there were already countless gleams of souls flying towards the black shield that looked like a gate to hell. Some of them were very familiar. In the National Federation, there are many people who don't even recognize his old qualifications.

"Wait for me, you impatient juniors, even if you want to show off in front of ladies, you must not forget the family tradition of respecting the old and loving the young."

He scrutinized it carefully for a long time, looking at those young faces, feeling a little relieved and a little sad at the same time.

It turns out that even though Basilicata is gone, everyone still loves this family.

It's a pity that these young people, who have gone through so much hardship, should have had a new and splendid life in Texas.

He opened his hands without hesitation, let the invisible force pull them, turned into a green light, and threw them into the pitch-black ghost mask shield.

The gloomy wind whistled.

A storm composed of hundreds of powerful souls raged across the sky and covered the earth in the underworld, which was isolated from the yang world.

Ghost Face Shield is crying. For it, it is a scene of pain and joy at the moment. The powerful soul it has harvested in a short period of time, even if it adds up all the souls it has accumulated before, is not half as good as the one in front of it.

But it has to be spent just after getting it. You can only taste it in your mouth but you can't eat it, which makes it a kind of heart-piercing pain.

It's not only Fulingira who hides his hole cards, but also Hannya.

...

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lothar felt the absurdity of his girlfriend turning into a beast. Isn't it only the tyranny of Fringilla that can be so scary?
In fact, when you think about it, it is impossible for a strong person in the real world to be constrained within the framework of the few skills given by the system. How can their abilities be summed up in a few lines of words?

The system's prompt audio sounded like an alarm:
Your entourage has consumed enough soul reserves and temporarily entered a different state - [Evil Ghost Prajna].

Different style: It is the display of the strength of the same subordinate at different stages.

You can spend a blank six-star template to keep it forever, or you can wait for the time to come and let the subordinates explore by themselves to master the ability of the unique template.

Warning: The character of the alien follower may have a huge change, please be cautious.

"It's actually a different character, the Prajna is really hidden deep."

Lothar didn't make another move, only to see that Prajna's bone-like fingers had pierced through the bodies of two centurions one after another. The rest of them tried to suppress her together, but even if they cut off her fingers, they would still die quickly. grow out.

The pitch-black barrier enveloped the entire tower, and the vision of the wolf centurions changed, as if they had come to a boundless purgatory. The ground was covered with mud made of flesh and blood, and shriveled hands emerged from the flesh and blood. , like white flowers growing in this red desert.

The strong breath of death made it hard to breathe.

Known for its resilience and defense, the heavy armored guard, if it really makes up for the last shortcoming of insufficient attack power, it will be a proper all-round hexagonal fighter.

Lothar couldn't see what was going on in the shady scene, the enemy was surrounded, and he couldn't intervene even if he wanted to. He wanted to support other places, but he was worried that Prajna would not be able to deal with these people, and he would need to make up for it later.

Simply can only think about how to make Prajna master the abnormal state independently.

As for the six-star template mentioned by the system to save this state?
Forget it.

The so-called blank template, Lothar thinks is even rarer than a six-star retinue. Recently, his lottery draws have been small props, even vouchers for 300 gold coins, or upgrade coupons to increase the non-elite level by 1. The tasteless rewards came out, not even a one-star blank template appeared.

Really lackluster.

If it wasn't for Jeanna's frequent reminders to see if there were any new beautiful ladies, he might have forgotten about the usual weekly lottery draw.

pat-

The black barrier was like a wriggling stomach, spitting out a bloody mass of flesh.

Lothar could tell from his aura that it was the centurion who had just thrown a spear at him. Thinking about it, even among the centurions, he belonged to the elite class. Unexpectedly, in the enchantment of Prajna, he didn't even last ten years. Second.

But this centurion is worthy of his tenacious vitality. Even after he has become like this, his flesh and blood are still wriggling, trying to rebuild his body.

Lothar opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of low-power dragon's breath. The meat ball seemed to let out a sharp cry, and couldn't help twitching until the surface had turned into black coke, and then gradually stopped moving.

"My lords, what should we do now?"

The Texas centurion hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

Every city wall was already in a bitter battle, and he felt that instead of watching the battle here, it would be better for people like himself to rush to support the rest of the battlefield.

Lothar thought for a while, and said: "Stick to your post, Patriarch Giuliano must have a reserve team. If any section of the city wall can't hold it, he will definitely send support. This is not a question you should consider."

"Okay, okay."

The crowd fell into silent waiting.

After a while, another new enemy climbed up from the city wall.

These are obviously the enemy's reserves.

But as soon as they climbed to the top of the city, they felt that their vision changed, as if they were in purgatory, stepping on a piece of blood and mud, with dry hands stretched out from the ground, grabbing their ankles.

The first-born ghost with a spiral horn and green hair like a waterfall swept towards them with sharp claws like swords.

"Be careful, the strength of this monster is terrifying!"

A centurion, who had been locked inside for a long time, covered his bloody wound and shouted with fear on his face.

(End of this chapter)