"Fifth level?"

"legend?"

"Is this what Betrites mean? Or did I hear it wrong?"

Sean's head was a little confused, but after all, he was no longer the ignorant guy before, but a serious [necromancer], a third-level profession!

From Sulu now, he did feel a majestic temperament as deep as a mountain and as deep as the sea.

"No way... Sulu has only been level 5 in the past few years? Are professionals so worthless? No... Even in the 11th game, there are very few who have level 5 combat power. I only know one..."

"But...if it was not for the fifth-level legend, how could it be possible to directly suppress the fourth-level Beatres?"

Sean opened his mouth wide and knew that his roommate was really different.

"This is...the ritual of death. Are you preparing to break through [King of the Immortal]?"

Sulu ignored Shaun and glanced at the rituals around him and immediately recognized him.

[The King of the Undead] is a fifth-level legendary profession. It is very complicated to take up a job and requires many requirements.

Sulu, who has read the Sacred Book of Death, understands one of the links. It is a ceremony to please Ms. Yue, which requires at least more than one hundred extraordinary species to die. The higher the rank, the greater the success rate of promotion in the later stage.

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

But Beatrice was actually preparing for this, obviously having the confidence to advance to the legend and began to touch the fifth-level field.

This surprised Sulu. Beatres' progress was a bit unexpected, and he almost caught up with himself who cheated with gold fingers.

Fortunately, she was not made into a climate, otherwise it would have been a disaster.

Whether it is for yourself or the world!

"Submit me!"

He spoke again, wanting to see how strong his control over Beatres was with his current rank and his original contract.

“Master…Master…”

Beatrice's expression was very painful.

Half of her face was twisted, and the other half was even more terrifying. Her skin was rotten and fell down one by one.

It seemed as if there were two forces, tug-of-warping on her back and forth.

"really……"

Seeing this scene, Su Lu felt a slump and knew that Beculius was indeed attracted by Ms. Yue and became a "container" of arrival.

Of course, it is not that simple to come a god.

It has high requirements for the concentration of the world's spiritual tide and the quality of the container.

Sulu estimated that the evil god was just casting a wide net. When he saw that his qualifications were acceptable, he would train him a little.

Only after level 5 will you really "focus" and "invest" it.

"But... there is still a way to help her expel the influence she planted before, and make her my puppet... a fourth-level [Undead] and has the potential to be promoted to the assistant of [King of the Undead], which seems very good..."

Sulu touched his chin.

At this time, I saw Beatrice half-kneeling, as if under tremendous pressure, trying to stand up forcibly.

Not only that, she began to murmur in a low voice: "I pray to you... the Lord of Death, the Moon..."

"shut up!"

Su Lu shouted softly, and the chain of spirit appeared, directly sealing Betrese's mouth.

He shook his head and turned to untie Sean's restraints: "Sorry... my servant scared you, right?"

"Are you really Sulu?"

Sean seemed to want to step forward and pinch Sulu's face, but he was a little afraid: "Wait a minute...what were you saying? Your maid?"

"This matter is troublesome to explain, but it is indeed me who made her..."

Sulu shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless pose.

"But after all, I'm a classmate, so I'll discipline her well in the future..."

For example... erase all your mind and turn it into a piece of white paper, and then ask Green Tree Castle for teaching. Maybe you can really gain a high-level maid and the kind that can participate in the battle.

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

"Sorry... the saint of our club cannot be taken away by you so easily!"

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the cold cave.

This sound has no emotion, but it can give people a sense of coldness that comes from the bottom of their hearts.

Sulu narrowed his eyes and seemed to see a trace of dark green color constantly rendering, like a plague, entangling the surviving werewolf captives.

They roared with a tragic sound and lost their lives directly. Their body temperature dropped rapidly and turned into cold corpses.

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

"stop!"

Seeing that the dark greens were about to cover him and Sean beside him, Sulu shouted in a arrogant voice, and finally stopped the color's "rendering".

Huh!

Huh!

Next to him, Sean's teeth were trembling a little. Facing the huge and astonishing pressure, he had the urge to kneel down.

Because what appeared was the fifth-level profession of [Dordant] and the incarnation of death.

"【The Necromancer King】?"

Sulu looked into the depths of the darkness.

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

He dressed meticulously, like the most particular nobleman, holding a black staff, and his eyes and whites turned pure black.

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

On the contrary, all kinds of undead, evil spirit, evil spirit, evil spirit... are living on him, as if he is the nest of the undead!

"I, Bolon Galba! President of the Black Death Club!"

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

"Sorry, this doesn't work."

Sulu shook his head and his expression became solemn.

The Black Death Club has two main career paths, one of which is the promotion route of the undead creatures, represented by Beatres, and the second is the [Doomer] path!

This path is centered on death and doom, and is proficient in undead spells. It is a master of playing with corpses and souls!

"That's a pity..."

Bolon shook his head.

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

In an instant, an army of undead could fill the caves!

They are all illusory spirits, with translucent bodies, losing all colors, facial expressions are either hideous, painful, or confused... The only thing in common is the hatred of life in the eyes.

"Dead spirit, evil spirit, evil spirit, evil spirit..."

Sulu's lips curled slightly: "Bringing such an army of undeads by his side is worthy of being the king of controlling undeads. If other professions encounter it, it will definitely be very troublesome. It's a pity that you met me!"
Chapter completed!