Chapter 125 This is a natural disaster of the undead!
A lot of death breath, they quickly dissipated under the scorching sun, or seeped into the sand, but when Ange started sliding, these death breaths suddenly seemed to have found a fulcrum, and slowly gathered towards Ange.
They seemed to have turned into threads and gathered in Ange's hands. When they were connected to Ange's body, the aura of death that quickly dissipated when exposed to the scorching sun actually solidified.
Ange tried to grasp the threads, but because there were too many, they pulled Ange forward.
The angel skeleton that turned into a skeleton was the first to step forward and grab Ange. The little zombie also reacted and grabbed the other side of Ange.
Seeing this, other people also wanted to step forward to help, but were stopped by Nigris: "Don't mess around, let him do it by himself, be careful of backlash."
Feilin and Eske agreed and stopped other people who wanted to help, especially the purple-skeletal titans who were about to come out of the woods.
Any magic or skill must consider the possibility of backlash. If Ange pulls it by himself, forget it if he can’t pull it up. What if someone else goes to help and pulls it apart?
"Do you want to call back the little angel and the little zombie?" someone asked.
"No, no, no, they are soul-connected and considered one body."
"You also have a soul connection, why don't you go up and help? Because you are stunted and have too little strength?" Lightning asked.
Lightning ignored it, turned around and shouted into the jujube forest: "Zi Skeleton!"
"If you have something to say, let's talk..." Lightning rushed over and hugged Nigris to cover his mouth, but his body was too big. If he was hugged tightly, the stunted brass dragon would fall apart?
"Roar~~~" Immediately there was a deep roar from the distance. Turning around, I saw that the giant brass dragon in the distance had narrowed its dangerous vertical pupils, and its eyes were locked on Lightning.
Lightning's hug immediately turned into a flirtatious gesture, and he stroked Nigris a few times before hiding aside dejectedly.
It's really hard for a horse to make such a gesture. It's even harder to do it. Everyone is beginning to find ways to restrain it. In the future, there will be fewer and fewer opportunities to "speak" casually.
Negris glanced at it with disdain, and turned his eyes to the formation of the sand bandits in the distance. The sand bandits hesitated. Obviously, the loss of the first batch of sand bandits made them a little confused, and they could not react for a while.
A luxurious carriage appeared behind the sand bandits camp, surrounded by a dozen followers who were at least high-level swordsmen. There was also a large emblem on the carriage.
"Eh? Rose Badge? A mage from the Rose Mage Tower? To be able to use the Rose Badge, you must at least be a great magician, right?" Nigris recognized the emblem on the carriage at a glance.
"Huh? Great magician? Is it so grand?" Feilin said with envy.
The door of the carriage opened, and a follower immediately put down the pedal. A magician wearing a robe came out, holding the follower's hand, and walked to the pedal.
This magician is quite old, probably in his sixties. He first covered his forehead and glanced at the sun in the sky, showing a hint of impatience.
Seeing his expression, two followers immediately held up the sunshade to block him from the sun.
The magician fanned himself with the palm of his hand, and immediately a follower came forward and opened the folding fan to fan him.
However, the wind in the desert at noon was very hot, and it would be even hotter if it hit the body. The magician immediately scolded the follower who was fanning him. The follower apologized quickly, then raised his hand and handed the fan to the magician.
I saw the magician's hand stroking the surface of the fan, and the fan visibly condensed a cold air. Now the air blown out is cold.
However, the magician was still impatient, and he suppressed his impatience and looked in the direction of Ange and others.
"I really want to beat him." Luther muttered suddenly. He couldn't stand those people who put on a show.
Everyone nodded in unison at his words, and Nigris even said: "It's not easy to beat him, but Lisa, come here, you can use the flash technique."
Lisa nodded and said: "You mean he can use the Eagle Eye Technique? Let me use the Flash Technique to dodge him? But the timing is hard to grasp."
Nigris said confidently: "Be prepared, listen to my command, prepare... release."
The magician arrived late. Given his location, the most convenient way to see the situation clearly was to cast the Eagle Eye spell.
The eagle eye technique will twist and refract the air in front of you, creating a zoom effect, bringing distant scenery closer to your eyes.
If he puts a flash spell on the focus while he is bringing the distant scene closer, it will be more uncomfortable than flashing him at close range.
It's just that the timing is hard to grasp. If you set it too early, you won't be able to focus. If you set it too late, he will be able to see that you are preparing to cast magic and will be wary. Squinting a little will have no effect.
As soon as Nigris said to release it, Lisa immediately cast a flash spell. She could easily cast this low-level magic without borrowing Ange's power.
As soon as the magician released his eagle eyes, he was immediately dodged, and he closed his eyes in discomfort.
Several followers quickly stood in front of him and tried to help him, but he impatiently threw them away and slapped one of his followers on the face.
Not only was the follower who was slapped in the face not angry, he immediately knelt down in fear and apologized.
The magician cursed loudly and walked into the carriage. The moment he closed the door, some cold air overflowed. It was a magic carriage with refrigeration function.
Luther frowned at the sight: "Do you want it? Are magicians so difficult to get along with? Those swordsmen are at least high-level swordsmen. Don't they fight back when they are beaten? At such a close range, the great magician is not a high-level swordsman."
The swordsman's opponent was crushed to death with one hand."
"What are you thinking about?" Lisa blinded a great magician and was enjoying herself. When she heard this, she said: "Most of these swordsmen rely on magicians to survive, and their whole family depends on them.
When the magician pays his salary, if you dare to crush the boss to death, his companions will be the first to let him go."
"That's not so rude. You're kneeling down to apologize?" Luther couldn't accept it.
"It's normal. These magicians with badges have been passed down for many generations. Maybe the ancestors of these followers have been attached to the magician's family for generations, and they have long been almost like slaves. If your descendants were a little more obedient,
The magician will allocate more resources to him, and it will be easier for him to become a high-level swordsman. In this case, do you think your descendants will be disobedient?"
Luther nodded: "I understand."
"What do you understand?" Lisa was surprised, but she didn't say anything.
"If you want to be a follower of Lord Ange, Lord Ange is so tolerant that he didn't even geld that horse." Luther said firmly.
At this moment, the followers around the magician's carriage separated into several groups, spread out, found the leaders of the sand bandits, and urged them to attack. The sand bandits moved reluctantly.
"Coming, coming, everyone, get ready." Nigris said loudly, glancing at Ange as he spoke: "Ange is not free, be prepared if you can't bear it. If you can't, just drag Ange and run away.
, leave the rest to Nai Aili, originally you didn’t have to take this risk, it’s all because of me, no matter what, thank you everyone.”
"Lord Naig is too polite. Why are you saying such things? Could it be that something is going on with your lover and we can just sit back and watch? It's too foreign." Luther shook his head and said.
"Why didn't the magician take action himself? Grandma Lisa clearly shook him, shouldn't he be angry? Then he used advanced magic to summon meteorites falling from the sky and smash us flat?" Anna was more curious about another thing.
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As soon as she finished speaking, Lisa slapped her on the head: "Don't call me grandma, call me ma'am!"
Feilin explained: "The more advanced the magic, the longer it takes to cast and prepare. Unless they surround us, no matter how advanced the magic is, it will not be able to be cast."
"Furthermore," Nigris added, "Niali hasn't moved yet. No one dares to cast that kind of magic that takes too long under the gaze of a giant dragon."
Under the urging of the magician's followers, the sand pirates slowly rushed over.
If Ange continues to be silent, everyone will be ready to carry him and run away.
At this moment, Ange, who had been pulling things, suddenly stood up straight, and an invisible force emanated from his body, spreading continuously - the king is coming.
Standing up with him were five to six hundred complete corpses in the ditch in front of the position. Those who were incomplete would definitely not be able to stand up and could only crawl on the ground.
The two standard skills of the king-level skeleton, King's Arrival and Death's Scythe, Ange has finally awakened.
The sand bandits who were swarming forward were frightened and turned pale when they saw the corpses standing up. Some turned around and tried to run back, while others gritted their teeth and rushed forward, slashing the corpse's shoulder with a knife.
The corpse with half of its shoulder chopped off rolled its eyes and stabbed the knife into the enemy's belly as if nothing had happened.
The opponent fell to the ground helplessly, and the corpse with half of its shoulders pulled out its weapon, dragging its incomplete body forward step by step.
These corpses are not fast and have no martial arts skills, but they completely ignore attacks. Even if the enemy cuts off their heads with a knife, they will support the headless corpse and stab the enemy with a knife.
After the enemy it stabbed to death was completely dead and turned into a corpse, the corpse actually climbed up from the ground.
This is quite cruel. After being hacked to death, you will turn into this kind of living dead, and then continue to fight until you are chopped into several pieces by your own people?
Those heavy-armored shield warriors and heavy-armored swordsmen suddenly moved. They swarmed forward, climbed over the earth wall, and fell into the ditch with a crash.
The corpses in the ditch scrambled to push the heavy armor out of the ditch. When they gained a firm foothold, Ange climbed over the earth wall and jumped violently. The wind element pushed him behind him and pushed him away.
He had to jump over the ditch and land in front of the heavy armor.
I saw him offering the Death Scythe and gently swiping it forward. The four or five sand thieves in front of him were all scratched by the scythe. They were unscathed, but they fell to the ground with no sign of life.
And there are four or five more soul fires on the Death Scythe blade.
Ange stepped on the ground hard, and the body that had just fallen to the ground struggled and slowly got up.
Nigris was just about to scold Ange for being reckless and giving up his position to confront the enemy. This is a very dangerous thing when he does not have an advantage, but now he was shocked and dumbfounded:
"I know why Death's Scythe and King's Arrival are the two standard skills of the Golden Skeleton. The corpse whose soul has been removed by Death's Scythe can be directly summoned by King's Arrival. Oh my God, it's the most perfect complement.
Skills."
The sand pirates fell into chaos. They no longer knew what to do. Some were very scared and wanted to avoid Ange, who could take away people's souls. Some were anxious and urged their companions to go forward and kill the enemy. Ange had already
Coming out of the position is the easiest time to kill him.
The shortcomings of not being under each other's control and having no unified command showed up again. The sand pirates, who were not even unified about whether to advance or retreat, unexpectedly collided with each other.
Ange ignored the enemy's confusion. He walked in front with his sickle on his shoulder, advancing step by step. Heavy armored shield warriors and swordsmen followed behind him, guarding both sides of him. Under the control of the soul, everyone could do
It's as neat and uniform as a wall.
The only thing that is not unified is the angel skeleton and the little zombie. They are blocked behind the "wall". They want to engage the enemy but cannot reach it. They can only jump and howl.
With each step, Ange stepped on the footprints hard, and the power of the quick-death halo spread in all directions. After taking a few steps and stepping on the footprints again, the previous one would be ineffective.
As Ange advances, the halo of quick death is also constantly moving forward.
When the power of the instant death halo is not concentrated, its acceleration rate is very low. It takes about three hours to accelerate for one year.
No matter how short-lived the species is, it cannot die within a year, so its impact on the enemy will not be particularly obvious, but the changes in the corpses that follow Ange are huge.
They are visibly dehydrated and thin, and their skin is toughened. With every step they take, their movements are a little slower, but their skin and flesh are much tougher. When the sword cuts on it, it makes a "puff, puff" sound, just like cutting on bacon.
Ange's scythe slashed left and right, and each stroke accurately drew away a soul. He had discovered a problem. The death scythe could only draw away a soul if it struck at a vital location.
For example, if you chop at the neck, heart, forehead, etc. on the limbs, it will only cut off the opponent's hands and feet, so Ange needs to chop the enemy to death very accurately instead of chopping him into a cripple.
After advancing several hundred meters, the sand bandits finally organized some decent forces, and a row of archers blocked Ange's direction.
Not to mention a volley, almost as soon as they entered the shooting range, these archers couldn't wait to shoot the arrows in their hands, and the hedgehogs gathered together while shooting.
Some archers had good bows, sharp arrows and accurate arrows, and they were quite threatening. With a clang, an arrow as thick as a finger shot through the eye slit of the heavy armor helmet next to them.
You know, the seam in the helmet is just as thick as a finger. No matter how thick the arrow body is, it will not be able to penetrate. The cross section of the arrow is still diamond-shaped. It can pass through horizontally, but cannot pass through vertically. That's it, the arrow
It shot in anyway and stuck into the heavy armor's eye socket.
However, the heavy armor showed no reaction, only broke off the arrow body and continued to advance steadily.
Ange put away the Death Scythe, released explosive fireballs, and named the archers who shot particularly accurately one by one.
The sand bandits who died on the spot were summoned by him, and after advancing for a certain distance, more and more corpses appeared around Ange.
Finally, someone remembered some legends: "The more you fight, the more you fight, the more you fight, your companions become enemies, and your souls are harvested. This is a natural disaster of the undead!"
A natural disaster of the undead... As the name of the natural disaster of the undead spread, the sand bandits finally collapsed, turned around and ran wildly, those who had horses grabbed their horses, and those who didn't threw away their equipment...
The magician in the luxury carriage opened the window in surprise and looked around, but was quickly carried away and fled away.
Nellie finally couldn't hold back anymore and shouted angrily: "Where are my knights? What have they done? The fight is almost over! Are they stuck on the bed!"
While cursing, Niali spread her wings. If she didn't take action, all her enemies would be gone.
Shafia was scolded so hard that she couldn't even raise her head, and secretly swore in her heart that when this time was over, she would train those guys to death.
"Da da da, da da da..." A series of hoofbeats sounded, and a large number of camel riders finally gathered from all directions.
Shafia couldn't help but cheered: "Here it comes, boss, here it comes, boss."
Also cheering were the sand pirates who had turned around and fled. They stopped and looked at the sky in the distance and cheered: "The Winged Knight is here, the Winged Knight is finally here! Don't run, don't run, assemble."
Assemble, let's fight back."
With a clear dragon roar, the giant brass dragon that had been dormant for a long time soared into the sky and pressed over it like a mountain. Just the wind stirred up by its wings when it landed made the sand bandit in front of him stagger around.
When she landed, Nai'ali sprayed out a stream of dragon's breath. Those who stopped, shouted to fight back, and were gathering were all swallowed up by the rolling dragon's breath.
The sand bandits shouted again and ran for their lives again.
Nairi turned around and said to Ange: "Come up here, the people the sand pirates gave me will help me kill those flying wingers."
When Ange heard this, he jumped up quickly. The angel skeleton and the little zombie also hurriedly hooked their scales and climbed onto Nai Ali's back. Nigris also quickly rode on.