The air suddenly became silent.

Silently, the undead magician Gargamel stared at his pale face and slowly turned to Pique. "It seems that you have a lot of things that you haven't told me yet," he said meaningfully, "My friend, 'Ba

Fute'!"

At this moment, Pique suddenly felt a heavy pressure coming towards him, covering his entire body like a sandstorm in the sky!

It's spiritual power!

Pique felt that the other party suddenly penetrated his body with mental power!

In a dazed moment, Peake saw Gargamel's black wand touching his chest!

I don't know what happened, Pique felt like he had lost control of his body!

His legs went weak, and Pique collapsed to the ground!

Powerful and direct means!

In just an instant, Gargamel, the necromancer and Sissoo's fifth apostle, took control of Peake!

At this time, the twenty-second apostle got off the horse and came to Pique. "Kill him?" He turned to look at the fifth apostle. He only waited for the other party to nod, and he would kill him with the heavy hammer in his hand.

The blue hat in front of me was smashed flat.

Pique can't do anything now except blink his eyes! He still feels that his tongue can move? He wants to beg for mercy, but is it useful to beg for mercy now?

Do you want to sit back and wait for death? This seems to be the only option.

Soros may be able to defeat the other apostles, but in front of the fifth apostle, the necromancer Gargamel, Soros was directly suppressed by the opponent. Let alone fighting him, just saying a word in front of the fifth apostle, he seemed

Neither dared.

There is no other way, Pique inhales and exhales heavily. Breathing... is the only thing he can do now.

"I'm very curious about how he killed his master." Finally, after hesitating for a long time, Gargamel said, "Take him away first, I'll keep him for some use."

"He didn't kill him with his own hands, but the master's death was directly related to him!" the sixteenth apostle said, "He participated in the battle outside Johnson City that night!"

"Oh, that's it." The fifth apostle Gargamel lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something.

"Refining him into an undead warrior!" suggested the Sixteenth Apostle. His sword was taken away by Thoros, and he was particularly resentful of Pique, who was taking the blame for Thoros at this time.

"Wouldn't it be more interesting to wait for the master to be resurrected and hand him over to him?"

There is no need to die for the time being, but he may die at any time. Pik's face was ashen. He thought to himself that there was really no way to do it. Fortunately, he just told a clever lie. Let the fifth apostle Gargamel deal with the undead.

There was a spy on the Tower of the Dead. Once the fifth apostle Gargamel lost interest in the Tower of the Dead, Peake knew that his death was not far away.

At this time, Pique was thinking hard about how to deal with the accusations from the fifth apostle Gargamel. They should resurrect Sissoo first, and they didn't know if the powerful necromancer in front of them could do this.

Just like that, the immobile Pique was carried in the hands of the twenty-first apostle who was as strong as an ox. Everyone walked towards the depths of the forest.

boom!

Peake was thrown to the ground by the 21st Apostle.

Pico, who was lying on the ground, turned his head with difficulty and saw the carpenter... Oh no, he should be called the 22nd Apostle Dosol Jin now, opening the wooden box in his hand.

The lid of the lunch box-like wooden box was opened, and a bit of cold air came out from inside. As Pique watched in shock, a head was taken out with both hands.

Sissoo's head!

Seeing this, countless bloodshot eyes suddenly filled Pique's eyes.

It turns out that everything the necromancer said is true! He really wants to resurrect Sissoo!

Presumably in the morning, Frank and other mercenaries left the hotel and kept them in their

The head of Sissoo in his hand should have been left in the hotel. Just after Frank and the others walked out of Peace Town, the 22nd Apostle hiding in Peace Town took the opportunity to steal Sissoo's head.

come out!

This conjecture should be extremely close to reality. Pique knew that the undead magician in front of him had strong mental power. Using mental power to find something was countless times easier! They could find it in the hands of the Timber Wolf mercenary group.

Soo's head is no surprise.

Even, Pique secretly wondered in his heart, did the other party know all his own movements in advance through his mental power?

At this moment, the wooden planks on the black coffin have been lifted again, and the four apostles are surrounding the black coffin. Peake is lying five steps away from the black coffin.

"Are you really sure of resurrecting the master?" the sixteenth apostle said.

"Now is not the right time. What we need to do now is to take back the master's head first. If we want to resurrect the master, we need some other specific conditions."

Hearing this, Pique's body shook unconsciously.

I saw the undead magician Gargamel asking the others to take a few steps back. Different from the previous chanting of spells in a low voice, he now stood at the front and began to chant the spell loudly:

"Great God of Darkness! Please grant me the power of darkness!"

"Your loyal servant hopes to receive the power of the undead, the power of salvation, and the power of healing from you!"

"I am willing to dedicate everything to you! Contribute to your great awakening! Sing hymns for your eternal life!"

"With my flesh and blood, with my loyal faith..."

This long and complicated prayer lasted for a long time, lasting for more than ten minutes! The moans chanted by the undead magician Gargamel became more and more high-pitched and sharp, and finally he shouted out in a hoarse voice:

"I, Gargamel Lyon, am willing to use all my undead power as a sacrifice to pray for the arrival of the God of Darkness!"

Suddenly! A black vortex hurricane rolled up all around! It enveloped everyone! Pique couldn't move, but he could feel the sharp sting caused by the black vortex hurricane blowing on his face!

It was like the roar of an abyss demon! Pique's eardrums heard the roar of the wind! He felt a kind of extraction power in the dark whirlpool, as if it was about to pull your soul out of your body!

A series of inscription symbols descended from the sky and landed around the dark coffin.

In panic, countless jet-black light pillars emanated from the body of the necromancer Gargamel and merged into the surrounding black hurricane vortex!

Gargamel's expression suddenly became extremely painful, and a dark color was reflected in his pale pupils.

"Get out of this whirlpool first!" Gargamel suddenly shouted, "Take that boy with the blue hat out too!"

In fact, when the whirlpool suddenly rose, several other apostles had already felt full pressure. Not only from Gargamel's threatening and terrifying magic spell, they were standing between the whirlpool at this time, but also from

I felt an overwhelming and substantive pressure!

Peake felt his arm being grabbed by someone, and then he watched Gargamel's figure fly rapidly in front of his eyes.

The next moment, he was dragged out of the black vortex.

His body can move. This was his first thought after being dragged out of the black vortex.

However, he did not stand up immediately, but still lay there. Slowly, he moved his fingers a few times to make sure that he had regained control of his body.

The other apostles did not notice anything strange about Peake. They focused their attention on the huge whirlpool in front of them.

Outside the whirlpool, there was also a strong wind. The wind mask on the face of the 22nd Apostle Dosol Jin was blown away, and his red hair broke free and danced in the wind.

The sixteenth apostle was the thinnest in stature. He couldn't help but tighten his legs and bend his body to resist the omnipresent hurricane.

The only one who was relaxed in the audience was the 21st Apostle. He was covered in heavy armor, and no matter how violent the hurricane around him, he remained unmoving.

The black hurricane vortex was getting bigger and bigger, and everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back. Looking at this trend, this powerful undead magic will not be able to stop for a while.

Pique was still thinking about a way to escape. He didn't expect that a vague gaze was looking at him, and he knew that he heard a voice like this: "Why don't I kill the blue hat now."

It’s the twenty-second apostle—Dosol King!

Pique was horrified, why would this guy have such an idea?

The 21st Apostle, who was seriously injured by Thoros, temporarily forgot himself, and this Dosol Jin...

Pique was secretly wondering when he saw the three apostles slowly walking towards him.

The next moment, he felt a foot stepping on his chest.

It was the Sixteenth Apostle! He saw his mean face!

Without any reason, he was kicked out again!

It wasn't until he hit a tree that he stopped rolling on the ground.

During the roll, Peake tried his best to control his head from hitting the rocks hidden among the branches of dead trees.

It’s the twenty-second apostle!

Pique's eyes caught it, it was the 22nd Apostle who just kicked out!

With this kick, Pique confirmed one thing: the opponent wanted to kill him!

Because of the car crash conference? What happened in the mayor's castle? Two scenes emerged in Pique's mind: one was at the car crash conference, Zhu Tian suppressed himself to win before winning; the other scene was at the town mayor's castle.

In the long castle, at Heskar's dinner party, he had his second contact with Soros.

At other times, I have absolutely no interaction with the other person!

Moreover, at Hesjia's dinner, Zhu Tian was targeting the young Duke Trunk Satz, and he did not offend this so-called carpenter shop owner at all.

So where does the other party's murderous intent come from?

He was kicked in the stomach again! Pique curled up and retched, but what he vomited out was a pool of blood!

"Twenty-two," the sixteenth apostle said, "Why do you hate him so much? Has this kid ever offended you?"

"No, in fact, I admire this blue hat very much. After all, we are still peers in the peaceful town." A smile emerged from the corner of Soros's mouth.

"Then why did you kill him? Your kick directly broke his stomach." The sixteenth apostle said doubtfully.

"After being stuck in a small town for twenty years, you want to do something drastic to vent your anger."

"Are you a psychopath?" The sixteenth apostle was a little confused.

"It's okay to say so." What few people expected was that Dosol Jin would admit it so openly!

The veins on Pique's forehead were exposed. He could only protect his head at this time to prevent the opponent's shoes from causing more fatal damage to him.

"Twenty-two! You are killing him!" What Pique did not expect was that at this time, it was the 16th Apostle who stopped Dosol Jin and stood sideways in front of Pique. "You are doing this.

It will offend Fifth!”
Chapter completed!