Synchronized attack, two sharp bone spurs stabbed instantly.
The ear-piercing howl turned the nearest air into two white lines, like a rainbow penetrating the sun, heading straight for the undead monarch's head.
However, due to the special characteristics of the undead body, the stabbing attack that was originally capable of penetrating everything seemed to be plunged into thick fog and suddenly failed.
There is no use for it other than a short stir.
Under the cloak, his scarlet eyes glanced at the two bone spurs piercing his body, and he chuckled instantly.
I saw the huge body of the undead monarch, turning like mist. The body spread rapidly, and the thick black death aura enveloped the two closest aberrations in the blink of an eye.
Corrosion! Withering!
The thick death aura spread to the white bones, instantly covering the white bones with a layer of dull gray.
Life extraction is unique to the ability of the Necromancer. Every dimming of the aberrant body means that a large amount of life force has been drained away and thus completely absorbed.
The fog range is getting bigger and bigger.
But the two-headed aberrations shrouded in the air of death still had no emotions at all.
No panic, no flinching.
It's like the top fighting machine.
A few seconds later, the aberrations attacking from both ends did not care that they were about to be corroded into slag, and started to move again amidst the sounds of dissolving death energy.
As fast as lightning.
The bone spurs all over his body turned into weapons, and every move he made was an attack.
The long bone whip at the tail vertebra was suddenly barbed, and before the death energy corroded, the two white bone whips instantly stabbed out like cannonballs, trying to kill the "Ink Spirit" again.
"laugh!"
"laugh!"
The bone awls crisscrossed and penetrated continuously, turning into a white afterimage.
Compared to attacking the body, the tailbone whip that goes straight to the core is obviously more effective.
At a frequency of up to hundreds of attacks per second.
The giant scarlet eyes swayed, and the body that was spreading suddenly stopped.
The death energy spreading from the body also twisted and swayed during this attack.
This is a battle between monsters and monsters.
Dead air corrosion failed.
Just like the two-headed aberrations fished out of sulfuric acid without any intention of stopping, the figure flashed again, and the joints of the whole body violated the restrictions, turning into various cruel killing moves, constantly attacking the black mist.
Take advantage of your illness to die!
Following a painful low roar, piercing sword breaths were slashed out from the hands of nearly a hundred Lin An.
One against a hundred.
No matter how powerful the Necromonarch's form is, he cannot survive against hundreds of third-level coordinated aberrations.
Instinctively, "Mo Ling" obviously realized this.
I saw that she, who was slightly suspended from the ground, was instantly teleported in mid-air.
After dodging the sword breaths and mental storms coming one after another.
The dim death energy condensed again in an instant, and as his hands spread out as if summoned, a black energy column that penetrated the heaven and earth appeared instantly.
The dead rise!
Connecting life and death, on the ground, a large number of dead Lin An's corpses suddenly stood up strangely when summoned.
Shaky.
Even if they lack heads or are cut in half, under the power of death, the dead Lin Ans are like the resurrected death army, turning towards the nearest Lin An.
If Lin An was still conscious, his jaw would definitely be dropped at this moment.
Inkling, who transformed into the Undead Lord, actually has the same resuscitation ability as his natural disaster skill.
But compared to his initial ability, this power of resurrecting the dead is more domineering!
The battle officially begins.
As the corpse continues to resurrect, Lin An also continues to divide.
For a moment, a strange scene formed on the small battlefield.
On one side is the undead monarch who is constantly reviving corpses and controlling the corpses to kill the aberrations. On the other side is Lin An who condensed from the void and rushes towards the ink spirit in the sky under the charge of the aberrations.
Like a millstone of flesh and blood.
Compared with the battle between Lin An, the brutality of the fighting at this time has once again soared.
Every time a Lin An dies, a corpse is resurrected.
And every time the corpse revives, Lin An will condense in the void again.
The strange confrontation resulted in a short-term balance.
Viewed from a high altitude, the entire battlefield looks like a black and white chessboard. Under the "command" of both sides, the opponent's pieces are constantly strangled.
It's just that no one can notice it.
From the destroyed rocket launch tower, the memetic fluctuations that were spreading continuously are now weakening.
Energy is needed to create 'Lin'an', it is also needed for division, and it is also needed for infection.
If there is only one-sided fighting between Lin An and others, the dead Lin An will also return energy to the meme, forming a cycle.
But after Mo Ling joined, Lin An, who was supposed to return to the cycle, was taken away by the Undead Lord's unique ability.
Memes are like batteries that supply the battle between the two sides. Under such huge consumption, even with the meme rule-level "ability", it cannot continue indefinitely.
And at the same time.
The undead monarch, who occupies almost half of the sky, is gradually beginning to alienate into the next stage.
A black shadow that condensed with the aberration slowly appeared beside the Undead Lord.
Also like, the Twins of Death.
"Bang!"
The simple door was pushed open.
The middle-aged man who was lying on the sofa with Mo Yu in his arms was stunned for a moment and looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw Mo Ling, who was supposed to be in the room, silently walking out of the room.
After seeing clearly that it was Mo Ling, the expression of enjoyment on the middle-aged man's face suddenly turned cold, and he turned to look at the girl angrily:
"What are you doing out here!?"
"Go back and do your homework!"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man calmly moved his hand away from Mo Yu's waist.
Although he doesn't care about anything, let alone the so-called image, as a stepfather, in his eyes, his two daughters are just delicacies that can be picked at any time.
But under the gaze of Mo Yu's eyes, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
Seeing that Mo Ling was unmoved, he just looked at him coldly.
An unknown anger suddenly arose in the middle-aged man's heart, and he denounced:
"What are you looking at! Didn't you see that I was talking to your sister?"
"What's that look in your eyes!?"
"You want to be beaten, don't you!?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand as usual, ready to slap the girl on the face.
He prefers the weak Mo Yu to the cold Mo Ling who resists him.
His good mood was interrupted, and when the man saw that scolding had no effect, he couldn't help but suddenly pushed away his little daughter who was sitting on his lap, and strode towards Mo Ling.
"damn it!"
"What are you staring at!?"
"Eat what I have and use what I have. If I hadn't been working hard outside, would you still want to go to school and eat!?"
Pushing, scolding.
As he spoke, the man unbuckled his belt and prepared to take out the belt and teach her a lesson. He wanted to make the girl in front of him realize who has the final say in this family.
In the kitchen, listening to the man cursing and yelling, the woman's body trembled suddenly.
After a moment of hesitation, a trace of reluctance flashed across her face, but she just washed the dishes in her hands faster.
Although the man's words are unpleasant, it is true.
Since the divorce, it has been very difficult for her to live with her two daughters.
Children need to go to school and have food to eat, all of which require money.
If he really offends a man, he really doesn't know how to survive.
Although the man is usually hands-on, he is not good to his two daughters.
but
Life is already very hard.
Just be patient and it will pass.
Muttering to herself, the woman was like a numb machine, washing the dishes in her hands over and over again.
“It’s okay, it’s okay”
“It’ll be okay”
"Crack!"
A loud slap sounded from the living room.
The middle-aged man gasped, looking at the still motionless girl in front of him, and couldn't help but feel an unknown anger rising in his heart.
"Look! Still looking!"
Facing the ungrateful girl, he slapped her directly.
But the red slap mark on her face didn't seem to scare the girl.
"You really like watching it, don't you? Come on, I'll let you watch it to your heart's content!"
Looking at Mo Ling, who held his head high and stared at him, the man felt that his majesty had been challenged.
It's okay to work outside and work as a kid, but at home, he's just that good!
An evil fire surged into my heart, and I no longer had any scruples.
The middle-aged man in a vest dragged Mo Ling to the sofa, and his other rough hand directly pulled Mo Yu to his side.
The stinking mouth came directly to Mo Yu's face, and while looking at Mo Ling, he was dressed roughly as if he was enjoying forbidden pleasure.
"Don't you like watching it!?"
"Come on! What a fool! What happened to me in front of you!?"
After saying that, the man gasped and unbuttoned his pants, then grinned and tried to pull off his little daughter's clothes.
"don't want!"
"Dad don't want it!!"
Cry, push back.
Mo Yu, who was pulled in front of him again, sobbed and tried to stop the man's hand, but how could he resist an adult with his little strength?
Listening to the crying in his ears, the man became more and more excited.
Then Jiu Jin, while looking greedily at Mo Ling's suddenly trembling body, he couldn't help groping for his little daughter with his hands.
What? Are you scared now?
Come on, look at me, little bastard!
Abnormal, grinning.
Facing Mo Ling, who was biting her lips tightly, the man's hands became faster and faster.
Look, watch me fuck your sister to death in front of you!
He cursed secretly.
Following the sound of clothes being torn, the middle-aged man felt a rush of pleasure from conquering and humiliating him.
Looking at Mo Ling standing there, he couldn't help but smile and gasp:
"It's drafted, come on, look at it carefully, I will fuck you next!"
With the girl's cry, everything was so chaotic for a moment.
After that, just as he turned around to take off his pants again, a slight piercing sound suddenly sounded amidst the cry.
His body froze.
The middle-aged man felt as if something had been stabbed into his back, and water seemed to be flowing on his back.
hiss
What was punctured?
The blood flowed away, and he covered the wound in shock and disbelief. When he subconsciously wanted to turn around, he heard the sound of a knife piercing flesh again.
"laugh!"
The blade of the knife pierced directly into the hand and pierced hard into the lower back.
"Ahhhhhh!!"
The man screamed instinctively, and his whole body was like a shrimp, screaming in pain.
The pain came.
Only now did he realize what the piercing sound was.
I saw a small knife covered in blood in the hands of Mo Ling, who was standing behind the man, and stabbed it into the man's back.
The slender hands were shaking a little, but one could feel the determination in them.
He staggered to his feet and turned around with difficulty.
Wanting to retreat and holding the wound on his lower back, the middle-aged man looked at Mo Ling in horror, his eyes full of disbelief.
"I'll mess with you"
How dare she stab me!? How dare she resist me!?
The subconscious curse was too late to come out, and he was dizzy due to the massive loss of blood. The middle-aged man struggled to take the knife from Mo Ling's hand, but found that the little hand stabbed him fiercely again.
"Ahhhh!!"
The screams tore apart the night.
In the messy living room, Mo Yu, with his hands on his chest, squatted on the ground tremblingly, his red eyes filled with fear.
In front of him is his sister covered in blood.
The next second.
Sounds like sacks being pierced were heard one after another.