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This was the first time he saw Joyce running so wildly.

Because as long as they are not careful, they may fall into boundless darkness and never find any trace of light.

Today, Joyce puts on the priest's robe again. After all, he is here to save the souls of the dead!

If it weren't for the lack of time, he would have wanted to wait for the Golden Saint Cloth.

Think a little excited.

While he was thinking wildly, he entered the thick fog for about a few minutes.

Joyce suddenly stopped in mid-air.

It seems that there seems to be something around.

Then his pupils shrank suddenly, then he turned around and looked in front of him with a frown.

"Who!"

Joyce shouted coldly.

But, there was nothing but darkness behind him.

He could only feel a terrifying cold breath coming from all directions, shrouding him in it.

And these yin energy were approaching him step by step.

Joyce frowned, and the blue arc on his body crackled.

The five meters around him condensed into a huge arc network, wrapping him tightly inside.

It also blocks the surging airflow around it.

He raised his hand and tried the magic.

He felt relieved after seeing the golden light flashing in his hand.

Fortunately, magic can be used, so it’s not a big problem. If you encounter danger and you can’t defeat it, you can still open a portal and run away~

Taking a breath and concentrating, Joyce began to observe the surrounding environment again.

As the power of ripples poured into his eyes,

Joyce could also see various things scattered on the ground around him.

In addition to mutilated corpses, skeletons, and broken armor, there are also some strange patterns and words.

He couldn't understand these patterns and words, and he couldn't guess what they were.

But he could vaguely feel that these patterns and words contained part of the power of runes.

"Whoosh!"

Joyce soared into the sky to a height of tens of meters.

With a wave of his hands in front of him, the strong wind roared in instantly, blowing the surrounding thick fog away.

Raising his head slightly, Joyce, whose eyesight was blessed, carefully stared at the towering mountain in front of him, which seemed to be composed of continuous clouds and mist.

There is a river on the left side of the mountain.

The water in this river is a very strange color, showing an eerie depth and darkness.

You can also feel the coldness and severity emanating from the river.

Among the dead grass beside the river.

Corpses with rotten bones and exposed bones were scattered in the grass.

Some corpses still have many clearly visible hand bones hanging on them, which look very hideous and terrifying.

Although he was in mid-air, Joyce could clearly feel that there were many unknown creatures peeping at him here.

In the darkness beyond.

There were even pairs of green eyes staring at him.

After seeing what was behind these eyes, Joyce curled his lips in disdain.

They are just some skeleton soldiers, and these are also the lowest dead in Niflheim.

It looks like there is still some osteoporosis, and I'm sure it will fall apart after a few steps.

Perhaps because no living people have come to Niflheim for a long time, their nutrition cannot be replenished.

Joyce chuckled and lowered slightly, only a few meters away from the ground.

"It's just you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the withered grass directly below Joyce suddenly vibrated.

Countless wails and screams sounded.

Joyce was greatly surprised when he heard this sound. After all, these long-dead creatures from the nine realms had all turned into little skeletons.

The vocal cords should all be gone, right?

It can actually make a sound!

Immediately afterwards, skeleton soldiers with fangs emerged from a pile of rotting corpses.

At the same time, the skeleton soldiers who had already been eyeing Joyce also rushed forward.

Their bodies were glowing with blue phosphorescence, holding spears, longbows, scimitars, daggers, knight swords and other weapons in their hands, and they were rushing towards Joyce.

Seeing this, Joyce calmly waved his right hand, and a lightning spear flew out, bringing with it a whistling wind.

Under the extremely powerful thunder attack, each skeleton soldier immediately turned into charcoal and fell to the ground.

Joyce glanced at the circle of skeleton soldiers coldly and slowly floated forward.

Around him, countless thunder snakes were flying, making crackling sounds, forming a thunder field around him.

These thunder and lightning continued to rage wildly on the earth, burning the surrounding skeleton soldiers to black, and even the more fragile ones were directly turned into carbon powder.

Although Joyce's current coverage is not large, the skeletons in the mine field are also losing quickly.

But there are too many skeleton soldiers in this area.

Soon new skeletons filled the empty spaces, unaware of their fatigue and pain.

As long as you can detect where Joyce is.

Without thinking too much, he rushed forward when encountering thunder and lightning.

Regardless of the fact that his body had been blown into pieces, as long as he could still move, he kept getting closer to Joyce.

"Boom!"

As a huge explosion sounded, a large group of surrounding skeleton soldiers were blown away.

However, new skeleton soldiers were added soon after.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Joyce couldn't help but frown.

After a while, I realized that everything within about 500 meters from me was just skeletons.

The skeleton soldiers in front of me seemed to be endless.

Joyce was a little tired of the feeling of chopping melons and vegetables.

"Extremely boring!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a biting cold air began to fill the entire space.

The cold air came from all directions and enveloped these skeleton soldiers in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, as if you were in an ice cave hundreds of degrees below zero.

Under the erosion of freezing temperatures.

The bodies of the skeleton soldiers moved slower and slower, and finally stopped stiffly.

Joyce raised his left hand, drew a circle with his fingers in mid-air, and then grabbed it on the ground.

The temperature suddenly dropped again.

The skeletons finally couldn't bear the low temperature, and cracks gradually began to appear on their bones.

Immediately afterwards, countless skeleton soldiers shattered like glass and scattered on the ground.

As the last little skeleton fell to the ground, the world suddenly became clean.

At least there should be no such annoying skeletons within a kilometer radius of him.

This should be just the first wave of offensive. Joyce can be sure that the vulnerable skeleton soldiers are just the appetizer.

"Niflheim is indeed not a kind place."

Joyce shook his head, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and then continued to fly forward.

Ten minutes later, he arrived halfway up the mountain he had seen before.

A strong wind blew by, and the fog in front disappeared.