Chapter thirteen, maddening the undead, praise the high plan!
Lovett had four intentions for placing the soldier's corpse so conspicuously, but Crowe only guessed two of them.
Having exposed his ability to control corpses, putting his combat "tools" under the enemy's nose is undoubtedly the most sincere way to show weakness.
Unfortunately, quantity is not everything.
The undead army had already landed on the island from the side cliffs and sneaked towards the pirates' ambush location. Otherwise, they would not have waited so long for Lovett to appear.
Zombie puppets have no awareness of life and are slow to move, but they are not good soldiers because they cannot hold off opponents.
Two stinky chess players are fighting against each other, and the sneak attack is about their acting skills.
Silent step!
Ignoring the chaos at the rear and being played by the enemy in this way, Crowe was so angry that he couldn't wait to wash away this shame with his own hands.
Taking action is your own unique skill to become famous!
Uh-huh...!
Suddenly, Crowe disappeared from Lovett's sight.
The black skull coat floated in mid-air, drifting backwards under the agitation of air currents, but its owner, Crow, had long since disappeared and could not even keep track of its movement.
The strong sense of crisis made Lovett's eyebrows swell. He knew that the moment Crowe showed up, he might die!
fortunately……
"A mage doesn't rely on his eyes to lock onto his opponent."
His body couldn't keep up with his thoughts, and Lovett could only tilt his eyes to the left in slow motion, where five fine steel cat claws suddenly appeared in the void and slashed at him.
Poof...!!
Boom!
The strong wind blew his hair, and the crisp sound of tearing flesh and blood, as well as a strange trembling sound, instantly sounded in the air.
It's as crisp and sweet as the strings of an erhu being broken.
call!
The wind blew, and the sharp air flow cut off a bunch of black hair. The stainless steel cat claws were pulled back suddenly. Crowe leaned over and met Lovett's eyes, and then jumped back.
Chi...!
After standing still, a thin column of blood spurted out from his wrist, spreading into blood mist and staining the grass red.
Crowe's eyes were solemn, and he tore off a section of his shirt with his cat's claws, biting it with his teeth to tie up the wound.
"This is... a line?"
Around Lovett, thin and inaudible translucent silk threads were densely packed in the surrounding space like a spider's nest. Even in direct sunlight, they were not visible.
Crowe was extremely lucky that his attack was with his weapon in front and his body behind him. When he felt the resistance from the weapon, he immediately withdrew his strength, otherwise he would have waited until he was completely close...
I don’t know if Lovett will die, he will definitely be quartered on the spot!
“Nice insight!”
He raised his hand and wiped away the cut hair hanging down to his eyelids. Lovett's eyes were not as bright as a human's, and his lips trembled slightly.
"But it's not a thread, it's blood!"
Half-star flesh and blood magic·blood coagulation!
It is as famous as bone magic and bone fusion. It is a magic commonly used by necromancers when processing materials. It is equivalent to the hemostatic forceps and bone awls on the operating table. It is only because of Lovett's rich knowledge that he has such a clever magic.
usage.
Gugu...
At this time, the blood pool in the boat where the ankles were soaked bubbled up and exploded repeatedly like hot spring water, which was extremely weird.
Under Crowe's shocked gaze, thumb-sized blood cells floated up, gradually twisting into shuttle shapes as they rose, floating around Lovett's shoulders.
Half Star Flesh Magic·Blood Cone Technique!
Now that I have collected so many spell-casting materials, it won’t be a pity to leave them alone.
"go!"
Phew! Phew! Phew!
As soon as the words fell, "bullets" shot out, hitting them intensively.
Crowe took a deep breath.
"fine!"
No matter how weird the scene was, it was just a general physical attack after all. Facing the weird necromancy magic, even he felt great psychological pressure.
Not the fear of Lovett, but the living person's fear of death.
The ability to control the dead is terrifying.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
Xin Chang's body twisted in place, and the ten cat claws in Crowe's hands repeatedly wiped, cut, and flicked, amidst the dense sound of gold and iron, like a black cat dancing on the tip of a knife, elegant and precise.
Boom...boom boom!
The blood cone exploded continuously due to the shock, causing a hazy red mist to appear on the spot, but it did not hurt him at all.
As long as anyone with some strength in this world is unlikely to be injured by an antique flintlock gun, what's more, these blood ball bullets are not as powerful as muskets.
"If that's all it takes, then go to hell!"
Seizing a shooting gap, Crowe stood on tiptoes, his body lowered together, and when he lowered, he disappeared into the air again.
Danger!
Lovett's eyes condensed, and his mental power accelerated, and blood lines shot out from the blood pool of the boat, wrapping him up.
Tsk...tsk...tsk...!
Three cutting sounds sounded almost at the same time. Knowing that the opponent was surrounded by dense mechanisms, Crowe did not act recklessly. Instead, he grabbed and slashed at him from a meter away.
Feeling the feedback from the weapon, Crowe smiled confidently.
"caught you!"
Then the steps staggered and spun in place, and the fine steel cat's claws turned into the saw blades of a meat grinder, bringing with it sharp energy, cutting off the blood line all the way, and advancing horizontally.
As long as he breaks through the bloodline defense, Crowe is not arrogant and his opponents have nothing to fear.
Lovett himself thought so.
Just like a swordsman must find ways to close the distance when fighting, a mage must also find ways to control the distance when fighting.
It is a shame for a mage to be approached by an enemy.
Necromancers are very troublesome in this regard, because in addition to being careful about their magical interference, you also have to be careful about that group of...
Undead!
"Crimson Fury!"
Seeing that Crowe was about to kill him, Lovett finished singing, and the corpses piled up one after another opened their eyes, their eyes glowing red.
Then... it shot out.
Poof!
Cutting it off with one claw, Crowe looked at the cut body and frowned silently.
"As expected..."
If he was fighting alone, Crowe was confident that he would not be afraid of anyone in the East China Sea. Lovett knew this and could not ignore it.
He had been paying attention to the pile of corpses, and it turned out that he was right.
The pile of corpses placed there was not just to scare the enemy and show them weakness.
"Roar!"
They are also resurrected zombie puppets, but the expressions and eyes of this group of zombies are not dull, but full of violence, as if they are going crazy.
Low-level zombie puppets do not evolve to the level of ghouls or are transformed into suture abominations, so their effectiveness on the battlefield is really limited.
But what if there is a magic that allows them to quickly form considerable combat effectiveness without the need for cumbersome follow-up steps?
Someone tried it, burning the soul.
However, the official mage's soul can only burn for five minutes at most, which is used to perish with the enemy.
The remnant soul of a zombie puppet cannot survive for even a second.
So Lovett took a unique approach and chose a path of external stimulation. It was also the birth and evolution of this magic that spread throughout the world, making him the most dazzling morning star under the starry sky.
One-star flesh magic·Scarlet Wrath!
Vitality, like soul, is a substance that can be observed and quantified in the mage world.
By breaking the most common container of life force: blood, it is dispersed and injected into the bodies of zombie puppets, and then the soul fire is used as a guide and the blood is used as fuel to ignite their hatred of the living and then make them go crazy.
The bad news is that this process is irreversible. After consuming their vitality, the zombies will not leave even a trace of their souls behind. Unlike ordinary zombie puppets, which have almost no time limit and can be used repeatedly.
But the good news is that in this state, "I'm going to hit ten!" is no longer an exception, but the norm.
Having the courage to face the evil in one's heart, desecrate the corpses of the dead, play with the souls of the dead, drain them dry, and let them offer their last loyalty to themselves are the qualities that a necromancer values most when recruiting disciples.
Because of this, you will not be lost in the fear of death.
Only then do you have the courage and qualifications to pursue the ultimate mystery of the Necromancer.
What, call him, death!
Phew...!
With one claw slash, Crowe frowned slightly as he felt the hard blockage coming from the opponent's muscles and bones.
"trouble!"
Scarlet Fury strengthens the undead in all aspects, including muscle toughness and bone density.
He can no longer kill enemies easily, which is the most annoying situation for him who takes the agile route.
For example, the big pirate Crick, the nemesis of the showman, is dressed in gold armor and looks like a dog biting a hedgehog.
and……
"It's useless even if I cut it off."
Unknowingly, facing the crazy attack of 20 mad undead, Crowe was forced to retreat to the edge of the forest.
Not far away there was a corpse with its waist broken, that was the one he cut off first.
If an ordinary person is already dead and can no longer die, but the opponent is an undead, even if it is broken like this, it will dig its fingers into the soil and crawl, with a filthy face full of blood and soil, and let out an intrusive roar at him.
"Catch the thief first and capture the king first!"
Crowe paid attention and prepared to use another secret to clear the surroundings to buy himself time to behead.
But at this moment, footsteps sounded from the forest.
It's Sam, the "Cat Brother".
After finally escaping the pursuit of the undead behind him, he immediately saw Crowe being chased by bloody zombies. Sam was startled and shouted from a distance.
"Captain, it's bad! Vice-captain Zangao escaped on the escape boat!"
"Escape boat?"
Kroo was stunned for a moment, narrowly avoiding the bite of the undead, and turned back with an angry look: "Why didn't I know I had prepared such a thing?!"
"Captain, didn't you order us to prepare...?"
Sam was not a fool and reacted immediately.
Praise for the false edict!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Crisp applause sounded, and in the distance, Lovett's lips were full of sarcasm, and he smiled contemptuously.
"Wonderful! As expected of a pirate!"
"If I guess correctly, the ship you came on must have been tampered with by him to trap you here."
