fallen devil

Chapter 38 No.30 Eight Acts Flat Tomb I
"Are you ready to go?"

Ten Iwamoto presented the "Ghoul's Calamity" respectfully and asked aloud.

"Of course... Tell me about your plan in more detail."

Many people can think of ideas, how to organize them into specific and executable plans is related to ability.

"The plague of ghouls is still for you to use."

Tang Ze originally wanted to use this as a compliment, but after thinking about it, it seemed inappropriate, so he used a tone similar to an order.

"Okay, my lord."

Yan Bentian's hands that clenched Ghoul's Calamity tightened suddenly, becoming more and more sure of the guess in his heart.

It is not easy to be able to hide until the end, and kill the pupil stone tree and the monster with angry corpses in a thunderous way. Let him master the "Ghoul's Disaster" and safely hand over to him a considerable number of zombie teams, even on the premise of having a plan in mind Listen to his advice and give him room to play.

It's hard to say it's not belly volume.

So, what kind of scheming did he have in mind when it comes to being a professional?

Thinking is built on the three points of "Stone Tree Cemetery", "Evil Cave" and "Blood Wasteland", so that he can think far more than him and calmly "test" him?
With the saying that there is a good plan in his stomach but no fear, Iwamoto Ten's thoughts gradually drifted away.

Controlling oneself is premeditated, that is to say, all the developments of the situation are under the consideration of the Lord?

In this way, there is suspicion of self-hypnosis due to fear, but Tang Ze's tall figure is becoming more and more indestructible in his heart.

"Perhaps your lord has already seen through my current speculation."

His eyes moved to Tang Ze's red legs, feeling the pressure doubled, and cold sweat seeped out of his back.

The [Seed of Greed] buried in my heart gradually germinated.

The other party never took a step, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Come and lead the way."

After a long silence, Karasawa said helplessly to Iwamoto Tendao, but he began to mutter in his heart: "This subordinate really has no expression."

Tangze himself obviously doesn't know the way around. How can he, as an employee, stand by like a wooden man and not share the worries of his boss?
In Tang Ze's eyes, Iwamoto Ten's actions are undoubtedly a new employee in a hurry.

Not mature enough.

Iwamoto Ten's order to Tang Ze, as if granted an amnesty, the "Ghost Disaster" in his hand shone brightly. He summoned the zombies while respectfully leading Tang Ze.

"In addition, the task of sharpening the teeth and claws of the zombie team is entrusted to you."

Tang Ze turned his head and said to the Lv7 "skeleton" beside him.

He communicated with this follower monster, and it was effortless to use it, even a slightly complicated order could be completed very well.

It's business as usual.

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Subtle noises broke the silence, the weak wind cleared away the dead leaves, and the tight leather boots stepped on the wet mud.

He had just arrived in this jungle and stopped at the entrance, observing the tall and twisted trees around him. He rubbed his damaged leather gloves with a nostalgic expression on his face.

"It's been a long time since I returned to the bloody wasteland."

"It's not peaceful, it's not easy, it's not easy."

The huge tree shadow in front of him exuded a strong evil spirit, like a torch in the dark night, which contrasted sharply with his small figure.

The eyes of the visitor passed through the dense branches and leaves, and went straight to the dilapidated cemetery deep in the jungle. There was a desolation beside the pale stone tablet, and all the evil spirits gathered into one point, surrounded by countless resentment and howling.

It is vaguely a huge vine tree, but most of it is withered.

As a rare necromancer, and a Lv21 necromancer, he can feel many things that ordinary professionals can't feel.

A ring inlaid with green emeralds gleamed on his finger.

"Zombie?"

Pulling down the brim of his hat, he whispered and walked forward without hesitation.

Before taking a few steps, the roar of zombies resounded through the peaceful jungle, dragging their rotting bodies, and they rushed out of the shadows one after another, surrounding the stopped enemies.

The snow-white bone wall was cast out of thin air, and the sound of bones colliding continued. Skeletons exploded from below the ground, and the flames of the soul fire swayed and scattered.

The white shadow shuttled back and forth, and the chaotic necromantic magic drove back the tide of corpses, and the skeletons immediately rushed forward.

"There are a lot of corpses here, it's convenient for you, and it's also convenient for me."

The skeleton's sharp blade collided with the claws of the zombies. In the melee, the man with sloppy blond hair took off his hat, revealing an extremely pale face.

Coughing twice, his blue-gray eyes glistened, looking into the depths of the jungle corpse tide.

Dark red lines formed in his hands, and blood-red magic fell from the sky like raindrops, falling on the fighting skeletons and zombies.

Curse-based skills, Lv5 damage enhancement.

The rotting bodies of the zombies became more fragile in front of the sharp blades of the skeletons. The chaotic cold light cut off the heads, and the miserable howls were gradually replaced by the sound of the skeletons.

As if to add the last fire, the necromancer raised his hand, and the relatively complete three zombie corpses exploded, and countless evil spirits condensed and rose.

Six weak soul fires slowly took shape, and the elemental power in the air surged for a while.

The three skeleton mages broke out from the blurred flesh and released fire and ice bombs one after another to clean up the remaining zombies.

Several tall and swift zombies knocked down the fragile skeletons, screamed and crossed the not-so-high bone wall, and rushed towards the necromancer very quickly.

"Ok?"

The necromancer raised his brows and raised his hand to form a "Bone Spear".

This skill is called "Tag'Oul's Claw", and it has extremely powerful power.

Light blue magic ripples spread around the spears, and the sharp bone spears directly pierced through these big zombies. The swollen corpses shattered into pieces, and exploded together with the potent potion hidden in their bodies under their indifferent eyes Come.

The flames dissipated with the howls.

"Tsk tsk, it's too obvious a trap."

"Who is advising the devil?"

Scorched ashes were scattered on the ground. The Necromancer sneered and strode deeper into the jungle under the protection of a group of skeletons.

Ordinary zombies couldn't stop the necromancer's pace at all. In just a few minutes, the corpse tide composed of thousands of zombies was torn open and could no longer be closed.

Bone fragments flew, and the necromancer stepped into the cemetery without changing his expression. The stone bricks were shattered, and countless black vines waved their spikes, attacking suddenly.

The resistance of the zombies became more intense, but it was useless, and they were still unable to break through the defense circle of the skeletons.

Randomly waving magic to interrupt them one by one, he crossed three cemeteries, and saw a huge and hideous pupil stone tree beside the entrance of a huge mausoleum.

After marveling at the ugliness and hugeness of this monster, he released curses and bone magic again and again, urging the tide of skeletons to kill the tide of corpses thoroughly.

The resistance of the pupil stone tree was particularly weak, and the golden giant eyes were hidden on the top of the tree, observing all this quietly.

The last zombie was blasted to pieces by one of his bone spears.

declared victory.

(End of this chapter)