Doom Knight System

The entire road leading to the Castle of the Lich King was soaked in blood, as if a thick red carpet had been laid, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, making this place look even more evil.

The fighting among the strong attracted the attention of the will of the abyss, and some lucky ones got rewards, which made other demons very envious, and at the same time made the fighting more and more tragic.

As long as the dead demons are not smashed to pieces, their flesh and blood will be diluted by the earth, and then they will turn into white undead skeletons, wandering around the castle of the Lich King blankly.

Originally, more than 300 demons were able to enter the castle of the Lich King, but only half of them survived in the end. They entered the castle exhausted. The first thing that caught their eyes was a lich wearing a black magic robe, shrouded in black in the mist.

"Welcome you all, now line up for me, the Castle of the Lich King will leave a spiritual imprint on you, and then no matter where you go, the Castle of the Lich King can feel your presence and provide you with the greatest help .”

After this sentence was finished, it aroused strong protests from the demon warriors. Every demon was unwilling to put a shackle around his neck, and the atmosphere became restless.

boom!boom!The land behind the Lich cracked and began to dissolve into a pool of magma. The hot magma continued to rotate, and then five-meter-tall monsters took shape and crawled out of the magma.

These monsters have limbs and heads, but no facial features, as if they were forcibly squeezed together by stone and soil. Under the dark brown skin is rolling red magma. The desire to destroy things.

After the monsters crawled out, the magma pit quickly turned into a flat land.

"Damn it, it's the Clay Demon!" Some demons exclaimed.

The Clay Demon is a summoned creature with almost endless vitality, and when formed in a certain number, it becomes a terrifying existence.

The demons succumbed, and lined up to let the lich imprint their bodies. When it was Lancelot's turn, the lich made a strange sound of doubt, looked Lancelot up and down, but shook his head After that, let him pass smoothly.

There was a green skull mark on the back of Lancelow's hand, and at the same time, a violent and bloodthirsty breath gushed out from the mark, but Lancelow did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation, watching his body like a bystander Variety.

The so-called reward should be this imprint, it can continuously nourish the cells in the body, the disadvantage is that as time goes by, the killing breath will cloud the sanity, this may be the result that the Castle of the Lich King wants to see.

Lancelot spread his hands. Although this body is just a clone, he still enjoys the feeling of growing stronger. As soon as his mind moved, the killing breath penetrated his arms into the godhead in the soul fire.

One of Anubis' priesthoods represents killing, so the breath of the imprint is a rare supplement for Lancelot, which can speed up the recovery of the godhead.

Rumbling... The gate opened, and when Lancelot entered the castle of the Lich King among the demons, he discovered that this place turned out to be an independent space, and the appearance of the castle outside was just a form of compressed space, just Just like the fruit space.

There are several areas divided here, and the newly added demons will be arranged to enter a manor to rest. When passing through the streets, you can see all kinds of goods placed there, and even slaves of different races are shouted for sale.

As a rare mixed-race goblin, Yagonier attracted the attention of many people, and most of them looked at her uneven figure with malicious eyes.

"Let's go!" Lancelot put his arms around Yagonier, and his sharp eyes swept around.

A quarter of an hour later, the dark gnome took a small book and drew a tick under the name "Leach", and then said: "Master Leach, this is your residence, no one can enter here until you die, but you are here After three months, the contribution value will be paid."

"What do I need to do in Lich King's Castle these three months?" Lancelow frowned and asked in a deep voice.

The demon warriors are not very tempered. The dark gnome has known this for a long time, so he replied very respectfully: "It is some necessary training and bloodline stimulation. If you need anything, you can also tell me. I will try my best to Satisfy you."

Lancelow nodded, not being polite, and casually reported a lot of food and weapons.

Yagonier on the side stabbed Lancelot's waist slightly, and said in a low voice: "There seems to be something wrong here, my lord, please be careful, there seem to be other demons living in our house."

"Huh? Should you give me an explanation?" Lancelot squinted his eyes, and his tall body slowly straightened up, until the dark dwarf at his knees was completely covered by his shadow.

The dark dwarf took a few steps back in fear, and said tremblingly: "Here...the adults here prefer freedom and often fight bloody battles, so the housing is not completely allocated according to the distribution. I...I can find another one for you residence."

"Hehe... No need, this place is actually pretty good." Lancelot moved his neck, made a crackling sound, and pulled out the giant sword with a smirk on his face.

boom!The door of the residence was pushed open, and a one-eyed horned demon came out, roaring: "You mere low-level berserker, roll as far as you can, did no one tell you to respect the strong?"

"That's right, respect the strong." Lancelow looked down at the Horned Demon, and said coldly. He was at least a head taller than the Horned Demon, and his aura was even stronger.

"Hiss! Mutated Berserker? So what? You can't use magic power in the Lich King's Castle, and the restricted level is poor. Even though you are tall, your strength is only one tenth of mine. One." The horned demon first took a deep breath, and then said stubbornly.

"You talk too much nonsense!" Lancelot roared, without using a sword, he stepped forward and smashed out his right fist like lightning.

With just one punch, the power pierced through the horned demon's lower abdomen, causing blood mixed with internal organs to spurt out from its mouth, while the spine as tough as fine steel was abruptly broken and stabbed out from under the skin.

This is an overwhelming advantage, overwhelming violence, and it exceeds the expectations of many onlookers.

The dark dwarf swallowed, quickly flipped through the small book in his hand, and then drew a cross on the horned demon's name, indicating that the demon was dead.