Transcendent Dawn

Fifth level?

legend?

Is that what Beatrice meant? Or did I hear it wrong?

Sean's head is a little muddled, but after all, he is no longer the ignorant guy he used to be, but a serious [Necromancer], a third-tier professional!

From the current Sulu, he did feel a temperament as towering as a mountain and as deep as the sea.

No way... Sulu has only been at the fifth level in a few years? Are professionals so worthless? No... Even in the eleventh round, there are very few people with fifth-level combat power. I only know one...

But...if it's not the fifth-level legend, how can it be possible to directly suppress the fourth-level Beatrice?

Sean opened his mouth wide, knowing that his roommate is completely different.

This is...the Ritual of Death, are you preparing to break through [King of the Undead]?

Sulu ignored Xiao En, glanced at the surrounding ceremony again, and recognized it immediately.

[King of the Undead] is a fifth-tier legendary job. It is very cumbersome and requires many requirements.

Sulu, who has read the Holy Code of Death, understands a certain link in it. It is a ceremony to please Ms. Yue, which needs to cause the death of at least one hundred extraordinary species. The higher the rank, the higher the success rate of later promotion big.

Of course, this ceremony is just one of many conditions that is insignificant.

But Beatrice is actually preparing for this, obviously with the certainty of being promoted to the legend, and began to touch the fifth-order field.

This made Sulu a little surprised. Beatrice's progress was a bit unexpected, and she almost caught up with herself who cheated with cheating.

Fortunately, she didn't become popular, otherwise it would be a disaster.

Whether it's for yourself or for the world!

Surrender to me!

He spoke again, wanting to see how strong his control over Beatrice was with his current rank and the contract he branded back then.

Master... Lord...

Beatrice's expression was pained.

Half of her face was muscularly distorted, and the other half was even more horrifying, the skin was rotting and fell off piece by piece.

It looked as if there were two forces that were seesawing back and forth on her body.

really……

Seeing this scene, Sulu's heart sank, knowing that Beatrice was indeed favored by Ms. Yue and became the vessel for the coming.

Of course, it is not such a simple matter for a god to descend.

There are high requirements for the concentration of spiritual tides in the world and the quality of containers.

Sulu guessed that the evil god was just casting a wide net, and if he saw that the qualifications were good, he would cultivate them a little bit.

Only after the fifth level will you truly 'pay attention' and 'invest'.

However... there is still a way to help her expel the influence that was planted before, and turn her into my puppet... a fourth-level [Undead], and has the potential to be promoted to the [Undead King]'s assistant, it seems very good ...

Sulu touched his chin.

At this time, I saw Beatrice, who was half kneeling, as if she was under tremendous pressure and wanted to forcefully stand up.

Not only that, but she began to murmur in a low voice: I pray to you... Lord of death, the moon...

shut up!

Sulu let out a low cry, and the chains of spirit emerged, directly sealing Beatrice's mouth.

He shook his head, turned around and untied Sean: I'm sorry... Did my servant scare you?

Are you really Sulu?

Sean seemed to want to step forward and pinch Sulu's face, but he didn't dare: Wait a minute... What are you talking about? Your maid?

It's troublesome to explain, but it's true that I created her...

Sulu shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless gesture.

But she is a classmate anyway, I will discipline her well in the future...

For example... Erase all sanity, turn into a blank sheet of paper, and then ask Green Tree Fort to teach, maybe you can really get a high-ranking maid, the kind that can participate in the battle.

If the brainwashing fails, it can also be made into a thaumaturgy card.

I'm sorry... the saint of our club,

You can't take it away so easily!

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the gloomy crypt.

This voice does not contain the slightest emotion, but it can give people a cold feeling that emanates from the bottom of the heart.

Sulu squinted his eyes, and seemed to see traces of dark green color constantly rendering, like a plague, entwining the surviving werewolf captives.

With a cry of grief, they immediately lost their lives, and their body temperature dropped rapidly, turning into cold corpses.

Just the sound has taken the lives of a large number of low-level professionals!

stop!

Seeing that the dark green was about to cover himself and Sean next to him, Sulu yelled arrogantly, and finally prevented the color from 'rendering'.

cluck!

cluck!

Next to him, Sean's teeth chattered a little, and he had the urge to kneel down in the face of the enormous and astonishing coercion.

Because what appeared was the fifth-level occupation of [Misfortune Man], and it was also the incarnation of death.

[Undead King]?

Sulu looked into the depths of the darkness.

There, the image of an old man in black robe slowly emerged.

He was dressed meticulously, like the most elegant nobleman, holding a black staff, and the pupils and the whites of his eyes turned pure black.

Not only that, the other party seemed to be a completely lifeless corpse, unable to feel any heartbeat or the breath of a living person.

On the contrary, all kinds of dead spirits, evil spirits, fierce spirits, evil spirits... are living on him, as if his whole body is a lair of dead spirits!

My lord, Polon Garba! President of the Black Death Society!

The old man pressed his chest and bowed: I wonder if you can let the saint of our society go?

Sorry, this won't work.

Sulu shook his head, his expression became serious.

The Society of the Black Death holds two main career paths, one of which is the promotion path of undead creatures, represented by Beatrice, and the second is the path of [Unlucky One]!

This path takes death and doom as its core, is proficient in undead spells, and is a master at playing with corpses and souls!

That's a pity...

Bronn shook his head.

Undead spirits emerged from his body, from under his clothes, from his eyes, nose, and ears.

In an instant, an army of undead that could fill the crypt was formed!

They are all illusory spirit bodies, their bodies are translucent, they have lost all their colors, and their facial expressions may be ferocious, painful, or bewildered...the only thing they have in common is the hatred of life in their eyes.

Dead spirits, evil spirits, fierce spirits, evil spirits...

The corner of Sulu's mouth curled up slightly: Bringing such an army of undead with you, you are worthy of being the king who controls the undead. If other professionals encounter it, it will definitely be troublesome. It's a pity that you met me!

Dealing with spirit bodies is the specialty of [Spiritual Medium]!