Seeing that those powerful humans who could compete with their companions did not dare to step forward and just stared at them and gasped, the three Black Flame Demons became even more proud.
They let out weird laughter and laughed at the death warriors in front of them.
Their companions died, but they hesitated to move forward. Even the most powerful warriors are still cowards!
The other Black Flame Demons also wanted to understand what was going on, and they were all gearing up to do the same thing.
At this moment, the mutated disciples were born.
The berserker's dead body suddenly twisted and trembled like an epilepsy. Black smoke rose from his body, and the flesh and blood melted rapidly as if it was being burned.
The thin leather armor and metal shorts became tattered, as if they had experienced hundreds of years of changes in an instant and had decayed.
The flesh and blood disappeared, leaving behind a broken but smooth white skeleton.
A little red light lit up from the black skull, getting brighter and brighter, filling the entire eye socket.
The white skeleton trembled and slowly stood up from the ground like a puppet.
When he first got up, the berserker's skeleton seemed a little uncomfortable, like a puppet, and his joints were very stiff.
He slowly raised his arm, moved his finger bones, looked down curiously at the leg bones that had no flesh and blood, and rubbed the foot bones on the ground twice.
The Skeleton Berserker seemed to be someone who had just woken up from a dream. He gradually woke up and his movements began to become smoother.
He bent down, picked up two fallen one-handed axes, and swung them twice. Feeling the familiar weight, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the fleshless skull.
That's right, it's a smile. Although it has no flesh and blood, it is indeed a smile.
He carried two one-handed axes, knocked his mandible, opened his mouth and let out a roar from the soul.
It was not a real sound, but everyone present could hear it.
Like a storm sweeping past, the Black Flame Demons were stunned, staring stupidly at the standing skeleton, speechless.
The heart that had never been afraid now felt fear for the first time.
Even if they are aliens, they still fear life and death.
They couldn't understand why the dead stood up like this, why the flesh and blood disappeared, and why the bones were left in an instant.
Life is fearful of the unknown.
The three Black Balrogs with their backs to the skeletal berserker were already soaked with cold sweat. Their sixth sense was telling them that there was something terrifying behind them staring at them.
It felt like they were thrown into the desert as children and happened to encounter desert worms.
Crisis, life and death crisis!
They tried hard to move, they wanted to escape.
But they were afraid, their hands and feet were cold, their arms and thighs were stiff, and no matter how their brains sent signals, they could not move a step.
The fear comes from the fear of the resurrection of the dead, and the terrifying aura of the undead suppresses their will to live.
Cold light suddenly cut through the air, and the head of a black demon man rose into the sky and fell into the distance. The headless body fell to the ground with a thud.
When the skeleton berserker took back his axe, he shook off the blood stained on the axe.
His movements were not fast, but very leisurely. It didn't look like he was killing the Black Flame Demon at all, but rather like he was walking in the forest, relaxed and free-spirited.
After killing one Black Flame Demon, his eyes fell on the second Black Flame Demon.
Well, this figure from the back looks a bit familiar. It seems like this insidious guy worried the other companions, and then hid behind him.
Timid and cowardly guy!
The skeletal berserker became more and more angry as he thought about it. He raised his one-handed ax and struck hard at the Black Balrog, causing blood to fly.
Even though he was hit hard on the back of his head, the Black Flame Demon was not dead yet. His eyes widened and his head was in pain.
There was another cold light, and he couldn't feel the pain anymore, because his head had fallen to the ground and his consciousness fell into darkness.
There was only the last Black Flame Demon left. He squinted at the deaths of his two companions. The fear of waiting for death made him go crazy. His heart pumped a lot of blood, and his brain kept sending signals, causing his body to
Get moving!
Finally, his head was freed from the suppression of the breath of death. He turned his head sharply and looked behind him. He wanted to see what it was that made them so embarrassed.
He saw it, it was a skeleton, and...an axe?!
The sharp one-handed ax flashed past his neck, and another head fell to the ground.
Three powerful black flame demons were killed casually by the skeleton berserker, and they died without any dignity.
The Skeleton Berserker stepped on the corpses and blood of the three Black Balrogs and slowly walked to his companions. Two balls of red light stared at the other Black Balrogs.
The black flame demon who was stared at by the red light couldn't help swallowing and took a step back slowly.
The two one-handed axes began to flip back and forth between the bones of the hands, constantly performing various tricks.
The frontal bones opened and closed, making a clicking sound.
The death warriors who were closer to the skeletal berserker began to gather slowly, stood behind him, clenched the weapons in their hands, and looked at the Black Flame Demon.
This is a sign of respect for your dead companions, and you should accompany your companions through this journey.
The dead warriors who were transformed into skeletons and resurrected are glorious, honorable, and worthy of their respect.
He could have gone to the kingdom of God and to God's side, but he returned to this world without hesitation and turned into an undead spirit.
He came for revenge, but he was also worried that his companions would follow in his footsteps.
Even as an undead!
Even if I'm already dead!
Even if I can't return to my beloved Samsara Tribe!
I will also return to the world, let those who hate me die, and make those who kill me pay the price!
"kill"
The Skeleton Berserker opened his mouth, roared his soul again, turned his ax with both hands, and killed the Black Flame Demon in front of him.
Perhaps because he only has bones, his speed is faster, and his strength can be maximized, and there is no longer anything that can restrict him.
The battle begins again!
Several fearful Black Flame Demons turned around and ran away, while more Black Flame Demons were aroused with ferocity. They roared loudly to embolden themselves, waved their weapons, and faced the enemy without any sign of weakness.
Get on the Skeleton Berserker.
This is a contest between the living and the dead, and it is an unfair contest.
No mercy, no surrender, just fight to the end!
The winning party gets everything, and the losing party goes into the abyss forever!
The death warriors screamed to kill with ferocious faces, and as the skeleton berserkers ferociously met the Black Flame Demon who rushed up, they killed them with blood and flesh flying everywhere.