Global Game, Start By Becoming A Necromancer

The black aura wraps around the black giant sword like light and shadow, bringing with it a deathly color.

And his opponent, the contractor whose arms were like giant hands, immediately launched an attack.

Gu Qinghan had already killed another of their people, and if he continued like this, he wouldn't be able to survive for long.

The two huge arms were like two hammers, smashing directly towards the Death Swordsman.

The Death Swordsman faced this attack with just a simple sweep.

The professionals in the audience suddenly widened their eyes, because this sword looked very ordinary.

However, they all have a feeling in their hearts that this sword is perfect.

It was as if this sword was struck at the perfect angle and had been practiced countless times.

The huge palm fell on the giant sword. Although a deep blood mark was cut, it forced the death swordsman two steps back.

"My name is Turuba, and I am also the one who can kill you!"

The contractor shouted loudly and looked at Gu Qinghan in the distance.

He felt very happy at this time, and this hearty feeling almost made him fly.

The other contractors were chased everywhere, but he was able to fight off this guy with the giant sword.

Turuba raised his hands again, trying to repel the enemy in front of him.

However, his right hand felt weak.

Although his arms were raised, the strange feeling of sluggishness made him feel something was wrong.

He quickly looked at the location of the cut wound. The wound that should have been almost healed did not get better at this time.

Moreover, there seemed to be a black air spreading near the wound, eroding his flesh and blood.

"What is this!"

Turuba panicked, but found that the Death Swordsman had once again inserted the giant sword into the ground in front of him.

The black aura lingered up and wrapped around the surface of the giant sword again.

The next moment, the Death Swordsman raised his sword with both hands and charged towards him again.

Turuba wanted to stop him, but he was a little afraid of the black aura.

As a result, this time, the black giant sword cut off two of his fingers.

Moreover, what horrified Turuba was that his own flesh and blood showed no signs of growing at all.

At the same time, one of the professionals in the rear was thrown out again and was killed by the cooperation of the skeletons.

"Lend me some more of your demonic power, this guy is too strong!"

Turuba quickly retreated between the few people just now and said to them seriously.

Those people looked embarrassed, but they could only agree.

The situation in front of them was already very serious, and they had no choice but to give it a try.

At the same time, one of them said to Turuba:

"I'll go back and ask others to help you. Each person can only lend half of the devil's power at most."

Turuba nodded, absorbing the demonic power and feeling the power of his body.

But he found that his broken finger still had not grown back.

However, the good thing is that my skin is tougher.

Fifteen percent power!

He turned his head to meet the charging Death Swordsman, but saw some white color at the edge of his vision that made him panic.

Those are those skeletons holding giant axes. What do they want to do?

Turuba couldn't look back. Although he wouldn't be injured frequently by the opponent this time, he still felt the pressure.

The black aura that invaded his body before made his body movements seem a little stiff.

Within a few seconds, several screams suddenly came from behind him.

He heard it so clearly that he could even tell that they were the contractors who had just lent him demonic energy.

Were they killed?

For a moment, Turuba felt a sense of fear almost instinctively.

Before, these skeletons didn't dare to approach them at all, they were just sharing some of the pressure on the Death Swordsman.

But why, after he borrowed the power of the devil, these skeletons seemed to know that those people had become weak and killed them directly.

This is impossible!

Above him, the crowd of crows created by the Crow King continued to make irritating cries.

The fear in Turuba's heart was even worse, and he even had the idea of ​​​​escaping directly from the ring.

He quickly realized that there was no way he could do this.

But so what? The man in the distance seemed to be able to hear their conversation and kept them spinning.

But the other party didn't approach them at all. Even when they were discussing countermeasures just now, there wasn't even a skeleton around.

If anything, there were probably only one or two non-threatening crows flying around.

"crow!"

Turuba suddenly seemed to have thought of something. If the other party could know his plan, it would only be through those crows.

There is a thick layer of black feathers and white broken bones on the ring, like the work of an artist.

Those crows transformed from black feathers pose no threat to contractors with strong melee capabilities like them.

He could even break it into a ball of black feathers with just a wave of his hand.

But it was these little things that he ignored that turned out to be the key factor in defeating him.

After another duel with the Death Swordsman, Turuba took the opportunity to look back.

But at a glance, he saw several skeletons using giant axes to chop the last contractor who lent him the devil's power into two pieces.

At this point, there are still thirteen contractors left.

Turuba felt the stagnant feeling in his body and suddenly stopped attacking.

He suddenly regretted that it would have been better if he had not signed a contract with the devil.

Until the Death Swordsman rushed over again, he was still looking at the professionals below.

He could no longer resist the slightest emotion and quietly waited for his end.

"If I didn't choose to sign the contract, would I be able to live like these people?"

No one answered him, and the Death Swordsman's black giant sword took away his life.

With Turuba's death, Gu Qinghan felt a huge necromantic power pouring into his body.

However, Gu Qinghan was not too happy. Instead, he rubbed his brows tiredly.

Although the battle just now seemed very easy and smooth, it consumed a lot of his energy.

He did obtain a lot of information from the perspective of each servant, but using this information was not that simple.

In particular, he needs to always change his next strategy based on changes on the field.

Although there are only twenty enemies, each of these twenty people is not easy to kill.

They were all devil contractors, and each of them had blood on their hands, but at this moment they could only tremble under Gu Qinghan's hands.

However, compared with Cui Rang before, these contractors seemed not that powerful.

Gu Qinghan felt that this was most likely because Cui Rang had enough flesh and blood around him for him to consume.

As for these contractors, they would only be surrounded by the corpses of their own companions at most, and could not be promoted.

The battle continued for a while, until the last demon contractor fell, and Gu Qinghan had reached level 27.

He walked towards the audience, and all the skeleton fragments on the stage turned into white light and entered his weapons.

At this moment, Gu Qinghan looked a little tired, even if he couldn't see his face, he could feel it.

However, almost everyone looked at Gu Qinghan with awe.

He accomplished an almost impossible goal, slaying twenty of the Demonic Contractors who struck fear into their hearts.

The masked man seemed to be very satisfied with Gu Qinghan's approach. He put away the huge turntable and bowed to everyone:

"The rewards will be settled before the second half of the auction. Congratulations everyone, Truth or Dare is over."

Hearing this, one girl even cried covering her face outside the mask.

Finally, survived!