Chapter 850 Kaitas the Demon Slayer

For the Dawn Territory, the Mist Demon once again gave up his body and turned into a camera, broadcasting the entire battle between the undead and the Zerg for the Dawn people.

Everyone in Chenxi felt their scalps go numb, and many of them could already imagine the power that would be enough to destroy the world if the magnitude of both sides doubled.

Is this what the lord said, responding to natural disasters with natural disasters?

Many team leaders who know the details are curious whether the dip dye in the hands of Sera and Lulu can also be thrown out and used?

However, they still have one doubt that has not yet been resolved.

It is impossible for the spirits to gather together spontaneously. Lady Sera is still sitting firmly in the Dawn Territory at this moment, which proves that it was not her handiwork.

So where do these undead spirits come from, and who controls them?

"[Return to reason]? Why would they be willing to help us?"

Many people in Chenxi were confused when they heard this familiar name.

As an emerging force in Mela that was struggling with the Forbidden Demon Sect not long ago, the idea of ​​returning to rationality is that facing death and feeling the call of the dead means being able to face the filth of the world of the living with extraordinary rationality, and a state of consciousness that is transcendent.

Both life and death realize reincarnation on the spiritual level.

As a normal person, there is no need to deeply understand the true meaning behind this nonsense. The only thing that needs to be understood is that these people are the poison after the top brass of the Black Corpse Society were killed in the chaos.

Sarah's generous sharing of knowledge led to the rapid rise of the Necromancy School. Although it was suppressed by the major forces of Mera, it still tenaciously developed in this chaotic era. Returning to reason is Sarah's ardent admirer.

They firmly believed that Sarah was not dead. The so-called killing by a summoner from another continent was nothing but nonsense. The truth was that Sarah was being chased and intercepted, making it difficult to show up and unable to pass on knowledge to the people as easily as before.

Everyone, once the opportunity is right, she will return to Mera.

Serra found the senior management who had returned to rationality and told them...

I, Sarah, am back in Mera.

Not only that, it also brings you brand new knowledge, do you want it?

Then join me on that battlefield and find the secrets I hide behind death.

This similar, I, Qin Shihuang, money-making scam simply makes people want to complain. The senior management who has returned to rationality is not a fool, so naturally he will not be gullible. Therefore, the members of the puppet team sent by Sera were not surprisingly treated as

Villains who tease the Necromancer will be punished with death.

Until she told the details of a spirit manipulation technique.

During the Black Corpse Society, the circulation of this kind of knowledge was extremely limited and was only in the hands of some members. When they found out that everything was correct, they immediately treated the people from the puppet group as their honored guests and asked Sarah flatteringly.

whereabouts.

"So, that is to say... Return to Reason, who is now hiding near the Dawn Mountains, has mastered the corpses and spirits of the people who have died in this land recently, and uses this as a basis to protect us?" Dusk widened.

The eyes and little wings trembled.

As a sister, Huo Mu took a sip of sheep's blood to moisten her throat and corrected: "They are supporting Sarah, but don't think they are our reinforcements. They are just looking for the knowledge promised by the undead pioneer... Oh, their teachings

It seems that they want to discuss the topic of facing death, and it seems that Lord Serra asked them to die, which seems to be in line with their wishes."

"But they will definitely find something wrong. How can there be any knowledge waiting for them in the realm between life and death?"

Dusk's head still hadn't turned around, which made many people in the main hall look at him with smiles.

Sierra took a sip of tea slowly: "Knowledge is not important, Sarah's life is important to them. Every piece of knowledge I showed fit perfectly, and they couldn't help but believe it... Moreover, I did prepare a

Give them some knowledge of the dead, but they may not be able to use it."

Saying that, Sera looked at Lu Yu, and the two of them laughed.

If they can understand and comprehend the knowledge of summoning the undead, they will find that having undead magic alone is not enough. They also need a summoner of equal strength and a high understanding of summoning.

Growing up under the silver maple tree, the former Chosen God who believed in the God of Glory mastered the core power of necromancy. This was such a ridiculous thing that no one dared to think about. Returning to rationality, he was once again attacked by the spirit the next night.

The same is true for the Oroen who attacked the body.

The war between the insect swarm and the undead begins again.

This time, after a large number of messengers disappeared, Oka finally knew where these spirits were hiding, but when he marked it on the map, he frowned.

That place is clearly the sphere of influence of the Theocracy!

Was it the Theocracy that instigated the Necromancers to fight against Oroun?

This speculation was immediately dismissed by Newman. Although Laurent was dead, all the elders of the Glorious Academy were trained by him. They would not degenerate to the point of cooperating with the Necromancer, and the doctrine did not allow them to do so.

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But if this is not the case, why the Necromancer suddenly took action against Oroun becomes a problem again. Is it because they think that Oroen's appearance will destroy their foundation on this continent?

I have a headache, it’s really a headache.

Oka didn't understand how things could develop like this.

Is this Dawn Territory so difficult to defeat?

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Everywhere they looked were people fleeing. They were carrying their only belongings, a pile of tattered clothes, a mouthful of dry and hard pancakes, or the ashes of their loved ones. Their faces were full of sadness, their eyes were filled with sadness.

Walking godlessly on the earth that is about to thaw.

The legs have been frozen into dark purple by the biting cold, numb and unconscious, as if they can't feel the pain from the soles of their feet. The soul has left the body and floated far away, leaving only the skins dragging the remains.

, walking blankly.

Where to go?

have no idea.

Where can I find a corner where I can shelter myself from the wind and rain and sleep peacefully?

do not know either.

Dark clouds called despair hang over the heads of every refugee on the plain. From a height, the swarming population looks like... a period, and an ellipsis.

Not everyone was willing to accept Oraun's rule. In this regard, Oraun did not force it and generously allowed them to find their own way out.

There were huge crowds of people in Cordzon and Darth Milo, heading towards the city-state that still belonged to Mera.

At night, the refugees gathered together and built campfires to deal with the monsters and beasts that were also hungry in the cold wave, but with little success.

When I wake up, I can always see the strong smell of blood emanating from nearby camps, caves, or pits.

People would always wander closer, looking for debris that the monsters didn't need from the chaotic place, or digging out one or two grains of grain and... pieces of meat from unknown creatures from the corners.

In this great migration of intelligent creatures at the end of winter, the fallen people will soon disappear, and everyone tacitly agrees not to ask where they have gone... because those pitiful eyes are watching.

Hold them.

A group of summoners dressed in red and white robes, with red faces, smiled and pointed at the marching crowd.

"Guess who will fall first?"

"I'd better guess that little girl... her steps are sloppy, her face is pale, and she's skinny... Hey, she doesn't eat much meat, so she can't feed the summoned creatures."

"I think it was her father. You see, he fed the last bite of food to the child and had to carry her on his back. I bet he wouldn't survive the night."

"You said, he is really hungry. If you feed him the meat we brought, will he eat it?"

"Interesting, this is much more fun than betting on who will become flesh and blood!"

The eyes of the flesh and blood summoners were shining, as if they had found a new toy, and they started talking about it.

Frasoleya, who controlled the second legion that invaded Mera, was a legion commander with a high moral standard. After initially stabilizing the order in the occupied area, she strictly prohibited the Flesh Fountain from operating privately.

A Flesh Summoner who violated the rules has become what they call "fodder", while Frasoliya only received a warning from the Senate, which forced the Flesh Fountain to restrain its desires and use other methods.

Get flesh and blood.

Following the refugee flow is the new way they have found.

As long as the death was not caused by their own hands, Frasoleya had nothing to say.

Adhering to this mentality, they happily enjoyed the suffering suffered by the Mela people and regarded this long escape as their own playground. Now, they are about to try a new way of playing.

Taking a piece of sticky meat from the flesh summoner's mouth, the flesh summoners surrounded the father who they were joking about without saying a word.

It was just an Orion man who was trembling all over. He protected the girl behind him and kept begging for mercy.

"Don't cry in a hurry. Don't worry, we are not demons and we won't do anything. It's just that we just made a bet with you, whether you would eat this piece of animal meat... You see, many of us have made a bet.

The animal meat that I carefully collected is waiting for you to draw the prize...will you eat it or not?"

"me……"

As a hunter, the man recognized at a glance that this was not animal meat at all, and his face flushed with intense nausea. However, thinking of the vicious methods of this group of people, he did not dare to cough and just held his daughter's hand tightly.

"If you really don't choose...I can only let your child make the choice."

The flesh summoner, who had no patience anymore, picked up the meat, stood up, and smiled at the girl who was huddled behind her father like a baby bird.

How could an Orion who did not master magic power fight against the magicians? He wanted to resist, but was pinned down on the cold snow.

"Didn't Frasoleya give an order telling you not to act rashly?"
To be continued...