"Not bad, I haven't contributed the Sequence 6 extraordinary characteristics of the Death Path yet..."
"Let me think about it, let me think about it, oh... it should be called Lord of the Undead..."
The Slothful High Priest looked at these undead monsters crawling out, with a morbid smile on his face. He raised his hand slightly, and swung his invisible hands over, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, sweeping away these skeletons and corpses.
Cut them all off at the waist.
"Thunder and lightning!!"
Accompanied by a word in dragon language, a bright beam of thunder condensed in the palm of the magician Terrence.
The next moment, Terrence shot the thunder beam away like a javelin, hitting the slothful high priest's chest.
"Zizzizi..."
Silver-white electric light flashed, making a sound of tearing the air.
"Um?"
The Slothful High Priest jumped up, and invisible hands supported the ground, lifting his whole body up, as if floating in the air, and easily avoided the blow.
"boom!"
The lightning beam hit the ground and created a deep pit, surrounded by dense cracks and arcs that continued to spread outward.
However, this blow was not over.
"Thunder Cage!!"
The arcs of electricity that continued to spread on the ground surged up in an instant, outlining interconnected magic arrays. The magic arrays that instantly brightened up, and a series of electric lights rose up, rising into the sky with lightning speed.
, directly surrounding the lazy high priest suspended in mid-air.
The dense electric light formed an intertwined thunder cage, confining the Slothful High Priest within it.
"Sword of Glory!"
A deep, ancient, solemn voice resounded in the garden.
Bernard, the leader of the third regiment, at some point took out the sword from his waist and held it in front of his chest with a solemn expression, as if he was praying or performing some kind of ritual.
A dazzling light emerged on the sword, and golden light covered his body, as if he were covered with golden armor, and the golden light shone.
"glory!!"
Bernard suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up, and slashed a brilliant golden blade towards the figure in the thunder cage.
brush!
The dazzling golden blade illuminated the dark night and penetrated directly through the entire thunder cage.
Success?
This was Hodge's first reaction, but he soon shook his head. The opponent was not O'Neal, let alone a Sequence 7 Beyonder. How could he be killed so easily?
Besides, as a saint, how could he be killed if his incomplete mythical creature form has not yet been used?
Not using the form of mythical creatures means not being pushed to the limit.
The other party is playing...
As this idea flashed through Hodge's mind, the High Priest of Sloth fell from the air. The clergy robe on his body was only a little dirty, but not damaged. It was obvious that the attack that the three of them had just jointly used was not damaged.
Did it hurt him at all?
"Magician Path, Sequence 6·Magic Tutor's ability, magic filling, elemental shaping, and magic source, all three in one, can change the shape of elemental magic at will, let the magic move as you wish, and show a variety of
Effect."
"First, they used the thunder beam to deceive me, and then they built a magic circle and cast a thunder and lightning cage to trap me and provide opportunities for other extraordinary people to attack."
"Good cooperation. However, your sequence level is too low. If you are in the middle sequence and are hit by the move just now, unless you are an extraordinary person with special abilities, you will almost be seriously injured or even die."
The High Priest of Sloth clapped his hands, making no secret of his appreciation for their cooperation.
"I don't expect to be able to kill you right now. If you were killed so easily, you wouldn't have escaped so many sieges by the empire." Terrence held a purple gem magic wand and tapped it lightly.
Magic arrays immediately lit up and surrounded the Lazy High Priest.
"No matter how much attention is paid to a strong man at the saint level, it cannot be overestimated." Bernard put away his sword and raised his spear. Void armor appeared on his body, and his figure gradually expanded, but his military green uniform did not.
After being torn apart, the muscles expanded automatically and showed good elasticity.
Will remained taciturn, slightly lifting the black cane, and recited the language related to the God of Death: "The end of all living things, the end of all life, the great and noble underworld, I, Will Cortez, call here, come out.
, a creature from the underworld that is willing to be driven by me..."
Under Will, a purple and black special summoning circle emerged. A cold, evil, and sneaky aura was constantly surging out, as if some terrifying creature was about to appear...
After reciting this, Will took off his black gloves, cut his flesh, and let the blood flow down into the special summoning array.
As the blood poured into it, endless Yin Qi surged out, and a dark and gloomy door appeared out of thin air and opened strangely.
"Tap tap tap..."
The fierce sound of horse hooves came from deep inside the gate.
The next moment, the knight in shining armor, burning with blue flames, rushed out.
The knight in silver armor holds a huge battle axe, wears classical silver armor on his body, has no head, and rides an armored skeleton war horse underneath him. He exudes a cold, violent, and crazy atmosphere. As soon as he appears, the surrounding temperature drops several degrees.
.
Headless Horseman?
Is this the headless horseman often recorded in ancient classics?
Hotch looked at the appearance of the headless silver knight and suddenly remembered a book he had read.
It records this undead creature. According to legend, every night when the moon is dark and the wind is high, the headless horseman will ride a skeleton war horse that is also undead and haunt the wilderness, fields, mountains and forests, etc., looking for his lost items.
The head level, whenever he sees someone who looks similar to himself in life, he will cut off his head and take it back to the underworld.
I didn't expect this story to be true. What my father said was right. Many of the ancient legends that have been passed down may not be fabricated... Huo Qi took a deep breath, calmed down, and moved his thighs briefly.
Under Terrence's medicine, he has recovered.
"Headless Horseman?"
"interesting!!"
"A very good underworld creature!"
"What other means are there, let's use them all at once!"
"Don't waste time!"
The lazy high priest stretched out his right hand, revealing a mouth full of fangs in the palm of his hand. He chewed and squirmed with a bloody mouth, and gradually spit out irregular chains composed of pale bones one by one. The pale bones were stained with traces of dark red blood.
, each section is different in size, as if it was disassembled from many people and put together at will.
Twisted, crazy, evil!!
Hotch looked at the bone chain with a very gloomy expression. He knew that this chain represented many innocent lives.
In order to make this chain of bones, the lazy high priest must have slaughtered more than a thousand people.