The bosses were quarreling in the air, and Xu Zhi was jumping happily on the street. The group of skeletons and zombies that surrounded them in the early stage were very unlucky, and he used the relic iron gun to sweep them away and push them away.
There were so many undead creatures, Xu felt so happy. It would be great if the iron gun was thicker and more focused. It would smash these skeletons into pieces if it hit them.
"You little turtle calf, he is neither a stick nor a spear, but he has a lot of brute strength."
Huang Putu's eyelids blinked as he was beating and smashing randomly. Who knows why this kid likes to beat the undead so much? It was just some dead things anyway, so he just let it go. Most of his mind was focused on Rodhart.
I looked at Xu Zhi half the time, hoping that this guy would capsize.
"Where did he get such courage? Now is the time for the big guys to compete with each other."
Yan Jinbai looked at Xu Zhi who was fighting and killing in the distance speechlessly, and he admired him in his heart. The bosses of both sides were messing around, and then he killed all the disabled boys of the other side.
"Junior brother, this is just a little hobby," Gu Yuxi responded in a low voice.
"Do you have any objections to clearing out a batch of garbage?"
Huang Putu said with a smile. He spoke casually without any mental communication. It all depended on Rodhart's guessing. The black knight's head was very big for a while, but he could still guess some of the other party's meaning.
"Do whatever you want, all the conscious undead have escaped."
Rodhart looked at it for a moment. These crippled undead creatures were like chewing gum to him. They were not even qualified to go to the battlefield. If they died, they would die. Occasionally, some souls would be absorbed by the soul summoning tower, and then they would be fused and renovated.
It can also be used twice.
The other party's soliloquy made Huang Putu understand a lot of things. He had no interest in the history of these ruins, speculations, or even groundless things.
Profit and strength are what he cares about. Cooperating with relic creatures is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger.
If he fails, Rodhart will kill him without hesitation, but now the situation is just stronger than the person.
"Outsiders, what conditions are required for you to retreat, or do you want to fight me now?"
Rodhart raised the arc scimitar, and a black light continued to flow on the scimitar. In this place, he still had some natural advantages. The trap on the dome detonated a lot, but there were still some
Those who have not reacted can be exploited a little. The existence of Kesery and Aisha, and the two of them using a little magic assistance, may be able to disrupt the rhythm of Huang Putu.
The two have different training directions and emphases. Rodhart is very powerful in mounted combat and foot combat. His fighting skills are all about killing, and with the assistance of magic, he is a very outstanding death knight. As the death of the Dark City,
The leader of the knights, even in the ancient Kingdom of Dia, there were very few knights close to his strength.
Huang Putu's spear skills are domineering and very lethal, but what depresses Rodhart the most is that Huang Putu can fly, and his speed is extremely fast. In the world of magic and knights, flying has always been the favor of mages.
Without special magic items, Rodhart could not fly long distances at all. When fighting Huang Putu, he acted very passively.
Without artifacts and efficient killing magic, even if he were to be reborn again, there was still no way he could be Huang Putu's opponent.
However, Rodhart's ambition is not to defeat Huang Putu. He just wants to break through the world. As long as there is a chance, he wants to rush into the broken kingdom of God, use evil magic to sacrifice, and launch his most violent attack on God.
one strike.
This blow is life and death.
Rodhart didn't know it clearly, but he felt that it had to be done. Humans and the undead did not need a god who could tell them what to do at any time. Everything moved in the direction guided by God.
"Gru, Kilgor, did you realize it at the beginning?"
Rodhart was speechless. He looked at the dark sky. Perhaps this was an eternal and unsolvable answer. No matter how powerful Gru and Kilger were, they were at the top of the Immortal's strength, in that kind of big explosion.
How could he survive? It was a scene that would shatter even his soul.
"Six years, two chances."
"I have very little interest in an opponent who doesn't have much room for improvement. If Dongyue produces another great master, maybe you can live a few more years."
Huang Putu stretched out his fingers. He was not good at communicating with souls, but with words and gestures, he believed Rodhart could understand.
As his eyes moved, he looked at the Soul-Calling Tower. On the tower, dotted with stars, all kinds of soul lights were flying continuously, and he could faintly sense some murmuring sounds.
"Is that the secret of your resurrection?"
"Yes, the strong men from the outside world are our soul summoning towers for the undead. All nearby dead souls can be absorbed into it. As long as the soul is strong enough, it can be nourished and repaired, and then enter the body arranged for itself.
Resurrection.”
Rodhart doesn't hide anything. He can't hide this kind of thing. It doesn't take a long time for a stronger opponent to figure out this matter. He can guess it to some extent.
"Your technology is very interesting."
Huang Putu nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
The research on the soul is a big project. Humanity is still in the stage of exploration and discovery. This building may bring a bit of inspiration to some researchers. He took a second look and then withdrew his eyes.
"I guess you don't have anything worthy of my attention. These three boys need a gift from you."
Huang Putu pointed to the two people beside him, and nodded to the one in front of him who was jumping for joy. With his strength reaching his level, items of value to him in the ruins became increasingly rare, which was the vitality of heaven and earth. If there was not enough for him,
Too lazy to take it in.
These three boys had just worked hard to get him out of the city. If Rodhart and the others had some barely usable items, they could just return the favor.
"Well, okay, Katherine, Aisha, stop watching the show and let each of you shed some blood."
Rodhart shouted to the two undead bosses riding bone dragons in the sky.
"Why don't we get good things and it's our turn to bleed? It's not fair," Elsa screamed.
"Are we going to have to pay for our lives again? We don't have many useful things on us." Kasiri has a headache. Time has been so long and many of their belongings have turned into dust. The Dark City is lifeless, with no industry and no
In business, there are only two of them left who specialize in making skeletons, a zombie who begs for a body every day, and the death knight commander.
"Haha, I don't have to pay for my life. It's great to die." Strong, who had turned into a ball of soul light, gloated, and was immediately stuffed into Elsa's mouth.
"Let me out, let me out, you stupid woman, I don't want to stay in your stinky mouth" Strong's soul kept roaring.
"I suddenly thought of a good idea. It feels bad to take my own treasure, but we don't feel bad at all to take the strong one, haha."
Facing Strong, who was coming towards the gun, Elsa felt that she had discovered a new continent.