Nightmare Corrosion

Crunch!

The door engraved with undead patterns and edged with gold thread was pushed open, and a pale middle-aged aristocratic man walked out quickly, holding a beautiful glass cup in his hand, and his lips were stained by the liquid in the cup. There was a hint of blush.

"How about it, I saw your cursed spirit flying back!"

Walking out of the door, there was a gorgeously decorated hall outside, but obvious damage could still be seen in some places. There were even some faint blood stains on the floor and walls. A girl-like person came over.

"Failed!"

The middle-aged noble took another sip of the blood in the cup, shook his head and said with a pale face: "There were some minor flaws in the plan, but it doesn't matter. He still fell into our trap, but we all underestimated his strength."

"The person carefully selected by the necromancers was beheaded by him easily before my eyes."

If Lu En could be here, he would have discovered that this frightened middle-aged nobleman was none other than the cursed blood mage Dukat who came to ambush him.

"Cut off the head?"

The noble girl blinked in confusion, "Can you be more specific? What spell did he use?"

"I"

This was exactly the question in Dukat's mind, but no matter how much he thought about it, he really couldn't figure out which spell the opponent's terrifying fighting consciousness and skills came from.

Or even, is what the other party cast really a spell?

"I can't describe it, but it's obvious that our previous inferences about him were completely wrong. His strength will not be lower than any of us, and he has mastered some unique fighting skills!"

Dukat thought for a long time before slowly speaking: "This kind of fighting technique is a fatal threat to mages. You pass this news to Holdman. If you encounter him, you must open a safe place." distance, it’s best to let those necromancers be at the front.”

"You look like a chicken that was frightened by a falcon!"

The noble girl frowned at Dukat and said coldly: "I'm just a lucky little guy. How can I scare you like this?"

"There are some things that you will know after you see them."

Dukat did not refute. Although he acted calmly and even arrogantly in front of Lu En, in his heart, he watched Lu En break out of the crowd of undead servants as if walking, and then chopped it down easily as if breaking a branch. The only word that could describe the head of the Necromancer in his heart was shock.

Because he knows that even if he puts himself in, he can still break out in the face of such an siege, but he will never be as relaxed and free as Lu En, let alone fight back. But in the face of such a situation, Lu En just did it .

He is also a blood mage. In the eyes of many people, the other person is just a lucky rising star, while he is one of the famous missionaries, but the gap between the two is just like an ordinary person facing a mage.

Dukat admitted that watching Lu En kill the necromancer easily, he did feel a long-lost tremor and fear in his heart, and even the courage to face Lu En was quickly fading.

Maybe we made a wrong decision this time?

He asked himself, with the strength shown by Lu En and the support of the entire blood mage, could he really overthrow the rule of the necromancer and establish a dynasty belonging to the blood mage?

Dukat sighed and did not continue to think about it, because what was supposed to happen had already happened, and it would be useless to regret it.

Who could have imagined that this blood mage who suddenly appeared would have such terrifying strength?

Fortunately, the necromancers paid enough attention to it this time. More than twenty necromancers and their servants formed a huge army. In the face of this kind of power, even the most powerful mages can only end up falling.

Dukat did not think that Lu En could survive. He just felt that it was a pity. If he knew that Lu En had such strength, then it would be in the best interest of the blood mage to cooperate with him and save him. For the necromancer, That said, it is also a powerful deterrent.

Even if he is as strong as the Blood God, he will eventually fall under the siege of the Necromancer, let alone an ordinary Blood Mage. Lu En's fall is destined to be like his rise, shining brightly but fleeting, and finally becoming countless The object of the blood mage's pity.

People are always tolerant when it comes to dying people. Dukat had already prepared a stage play about Lu En's rise and fall, but he saw a red single-eyed sparrow flying in from outside and landing on the noble girl's head. On the shoulder, chirping.

The latter's expression immediately became strange, as if he couldn't believe it, and there was shock in his eyes.

"what happened?"

Dukat immediately knew something big had happened and asked quickly.

"Just now, he took the initiative to attack the Necromancer's team!"

The noble girl spoke numbly. Their senses were also very complicated regarding Lu En. On the one hand, they had never heard of him, and even his name was a question mark. On the other hand, he was touted as the king of blood mages because among missionaries, he was known as "him". Make a substitution.

When Lu En dies, they may be able to recognize the title of Bloodthirsty King. After all, a dead man will not come back to life to fight for power, and he will also be blessed with a halo of sadness.

"What, our operation to evacuate the corpses failed?"

Dukat was shocked.

"No!"

The noble girl swallowed and spoke slowly: "Holdeman said he was the only attacker!"

"One person, fighting against an army of tens of thousands of undead?"

Dukat suspected he was hearing something or hallucinating because of his injury.

"Did he be moved by my words and decide to die on his own?"

A ridiculous idea suddenly came to Dukat's mind. Or was this blood mage who rose like a comet really devoting himself to the future of all blood mages, burning himself to illuminate others?

Chirp!

At this moment, another red one-eyed bird came out. This time it did not land on the noble girl's shoulder, but quickly circled around her. Its cry seemed to be filled with an indescribable panic, and it did not stop for a moment.

"What did Holdman say again?"

Dukat took a step forward, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart, which gradually spread because of the noble girl's suddenly widened eyes.

"Holdman let us."

The noble girl's eyes fell stiffly on Dukat, and her tone was dry and scary:

"Run away, run away quickly!"

Her lips trembled slightly, as if through the call of the one-eyed cardinal, she was repeating the tone and words of another person:

"The plan failed. The Necromancer could not stop him. The Necromancer and their servants were massacred!"

"Everyone is running away. The necromancers are in retreat. I can't believe what I saw. Those necromancers in front of him are as fragile as real skeletons, easily broken into pieces!"

"He is not a man, nor a king of the earth; He is."

"god!"

There is one more chapter that will be late, I’ve been a little busy lately