The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

Seeing so many deaths along the way, the players are almost numb.

They force themselves to focus on breaking the tombstone.

At this time, there are still undead rushing towards the defense line built by the soldiers of Winter City. The Duke of North Wind is fighting hard with the Skeleton Titan. Hephaes attracts the ghost dragon's attention. Behind him was the Moonlight Holy Well, and Clement stood alone at the forefront of the line of defense, and the Bright Knight of Winter City sniped and killed the high-level undead in the wave of undead.

There was no time for them to delay.

Not being a human being lost an identification technique on the tombstone.

[Bolvik Tombstone (summon item)]

[A powerful undead sleeps under the tombstone, and when he is born, he will bring destruction and silence to everything around him]

After reading several tombstones in a row, they all gave the same reminder.

Not being a human being, he pursed his lips, raised the long sword in his hand and slashed at the tombstone vigorously.

"Clang—" sparks flew everywhere.

The tombstone remained motionless.

Not even a gap.

But the excellent long sword in the hands of the non-personnel has rolled its edge.

The miserable green undead words on the tombstone flickered.

It seems to be laughing at the overreach of not being a human being.

"hateful!"

Don't do human affairs and grunt.

He took out the gunpowder gun that Groin had given him from his backpack, and shot it at the tombstone, but it had no effect other than leaving burnt black traces of gunpowder on the tombstone.

"How did this thing break?"

"That's right, Pyroblast can't explode, it's already my strongest spell..."

The players complained, frowning in thought without doing anything.

"boom--"

A three-test mage player blew himself up holding the tombstone, but it was just a layer of minced meat and blood smeared on the tombstone.

Everything was at a stalemate again, and the defense line composed of soldiers in Winter City was already in jeopardy, until no personnel found that the tombstone stained with the blood of the three test players had become brand new again.

Blood seems to be absorbed?

I am not sure about personnel affairs and lost an identification technique:

[Bolwick's tombstone infused with the blood of the player ID "Cut the Transformation King" (summoning item)]

[After absorbing the blood of living beings, the growth rate of the tombstone has increased, and the dead soul sleeping under the tombstone has a trace of the characteristics of the player ID "Cut the Transformation King"]

Contaminated with the player's characteristics?

Doing nothing, he felt as if he had caught something, and he walked to the tombstone that had absorbed blood and tried to put the tombstone into his backpack.

The system prompt pops up:

【This is not your item, no right to recycle】

"emmm..."

After a moment of contemplation, he turned back indifferently to the tombstone he had just slashed with his sword, then cut his finger and dripped a drop of his own blood on it.

Sure enough, the drop of blood was immediately absorbed by the tombstone.

The tombstone information also becomes:

[Bolwick's tombstone infused with the blood of the player ID "Do nothing" (summon item)]

[After absorbing the blood of the living beings, the growth rate of the tombstone has increased, and the dead souls sleeping under the tombstone are stained with a trace of the player ID's "do nothing" feature]

He tried to put the tombstone back in his backpack.

This time the ending was different.

"Sa!"

The tombstone in front of him disappeared instantly.

There is only one dark pit left alone.

The sleeping dead can be vaguely seen.

[You have obtained the summoning item "Bolvik Tombstone"]

[You can insert the tombstone into the ground to promote the summoning of the dead, and the summoned king will carry some of your characteristics (note: the summoned dead will not be used by you)]

Got a useless item.

However, the problem of how to destroy the tombstone was solved by accident.

He hurriedly announced the solution in the player's team channel:

"Quick! Put the blood on Bolvik's tombstone, and then you can put the tombstone back in your backpack!"

"Fuck! Can you still play like this?"

Immediately some players tried it.

Sure enough, the blood-stained Bulvik tombstone was put into the backpack, so that the sleeping undead under the tombstone could not wake up, which was equivalent to destroying the tombstone in another form.

"Brothers, move, there are so many tombstones! Let's put them into our backpacks one by one!"

Someone yelled, and the players followed suit one after another. This Bulvik cemetery can't be seen at a glance, and the tombstones are densely packed inside. Who knows how many there are?

After taking away a tombstone without doing human affairs, he just planned to repeat the same trick and take away another tombstone, but was prompted by the system that he could only infect and own one Bulvik tombstone at the same time.

"It's broken." His heart tightened.

Although they have more than 2 players, it is inevitable that there will be confusion in the process of collecting tombstones.

This cemetery is so big, it takes about 10 minutes to run back and forth.

Can they really get all the Bulvik tombstones back in their backpacks?

As time passed by, the worry of not doing human affairs really became a reality.

The defense line formed by the soldiers of Winter City is in jeopardy.

Many undead broke through the defense lines of sword shield soldiers and crusaders to attack players.

Although they can't cause too much threat to players.

But it can slow down the speed at which players collect tombstones.

Moreover, the number of players is obviously not as large as the number of tombstones. There is no way to clear all the tombstones. They have completely grown out of the cemetery over time.

a moment.

The miserable green undead words on the tombstone were brightly lit, and the entire Bolvik cemetery shook.

"Hiss eh er—"

The wanton screams of the evil spirits that had been sleeping for thousands of years sounded in the players' ears, which made them squat down on the ground in pain, covering their ears.

An evil spirit wearing a tattered black cloak slowly rose from the graveyard.

Their pale bone claws are holding a huge scythe more than ten meters long, the blade is flickering with cold light, lingering with rotten black air.

They are defiant, and the will-o'-the-wisps of the undead are burning in the empty eye sockets, like blood and flames.

In the miserable green light of the tombstone.

Their dark figures are particularly dazzling.

It even gradually covered everything, turning into huge shapes with desperate power.

"The Taste of Life!"

The evil spirit at the head let out a groan full of evil thoughts, under the tattered hood was a misty black, only the blood-red eyes gleamed.

"Go back to the Netherlands! You dirty undead!"

Some players endured the tinnitus in their heads and threw a Pyroblast at the evil spirit.

But the flames passed through the evil spirit's head and merged into his body made of boundless darkness, and a ghostly grin came from the black mist under the hood.

"Jie jie jie... useless struggle..."

The next moment, the evil spirit turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already behind the player.

He slowly stretched out a bone claw, and lightly tapped on the player's body. The player fell to the ground weakly, and the blood bar was instantly emptied.

"Immune to magic? What the hell?"

"I thought it was just physical immunity, how can I fight this?"

The players looked ugly.

There was a loud commotion from behind.

They turned to look.

It was discovered that at this time, the defense line of the soldiers of Winter City was finally broken through.

It is rare for them to be able to block the undead for so long with their flesh and blood.

Right at this moment.

In an inconspicuous tile-roofed house in the Emerald Fortress.

A rooster saw a glimpse of dawn, instinctively, it opened its throat and crowed.

The sharp, clear cry cut through the spell and the flames of war, welcoming the morning shrouded in death.

It seems to be in response to the sound.

Another kind of music came from afar—the sound of rumbling horseshoes, and the clear and melodious chirping like a nightingale.

A unicorn shrouded in brilliance broke through the gray mist brought by the undead and dispelled the dead darkness around it. It raised its head and neighed. Every time it screamed, the surrounding area became brighter. Every time it took a step forward, its feet withered The flowers and plants will sprout again.

On the tall unicorn sat a majestic knight in dragonglass armor.

He pulled out his long sword from behind, facing the first light of dawn, as if accepting the coronation of heaven.

behind him.

Unicorns appeared one after another.

They carried two girls carved in gold and jade, and followed the silver armored knight in front, riding the wind towards the battlefield.

The King of Winter City has finally arrived.