We monsters don't want to die

But today, those god-chosen are his comrades-in-arms!

John raised his shield and met an undead warrior in front of him.

It was probably an elf.

But he was rotten, and he couldn't see his original appearance.

He holds a big sword in his hand, wears an ordinary jacket, without any armor defense.

For these undead, there is no need to defend against such things, because they are already dead.

Undead are not afraid of death.

He raised his shield and blocked the undead warrior's attack.

But he didn't expect that another undead warrior suddenly appeared from behind him diagonally.

A long sword was cut in his back.

Cut off his leather armor directly.

He felt a burning pain in his back.

That gray magic power suddenly appeared behind him.

That is the magic of the undead!

John had seen people under such spells before.

They will be crazily destroyed by this terrifying magic power in agony.

Am I going to die?

Maybe, but before I die, I want to pull these two down as a backstop!

John tried his best to push away the undead warrior in front of him with his shield, then turned around and slashed, relying on his own powerful strength, he caught the continuous attack of the undead behind him.

It has to be said that the power of these undead warriors is really very powerful.

Even compared to living people, it is much stronger.

He went down with the ax again, and finally chopped off the head of the undead warrior in front of him.

But the attack behind him was unstoppable!

But at the very moment, a figure suddenly rushed over:

There is an incomprehensible character [Great Cthulh] on his head.

Just hear him yell:

"Grandson—!" (Chinese)

Then, several undead warriors around them all abandoned their original target at once, turned around and slashed at the chosen one!

That's right, this person is God's Chosen One!

During the battle, John gradually grasped the rules of the battle of these chosen ones.

Those wearing full armor, holding huge shields, and holding a one-handed sword, even wore helmets tightly.

Those who are not afraid of the hot weather are the ones among them who are used to bear the damage.

To be honest, it was just the thing he yelled just now.

John almost couldn't resist cutting him down.

I don't know why, but I just wanted to cut it.

Fortunately, this kind of thinking is not very strong. The current God Chosen is their ally!

The chosen ones in these tin cans generally don't have very strong attack power, but their bodies will continue to emit light.

Then those rays seem to negate the damage.

Shout "Grandson!" every once in a while (Chinese)

Then those undead warriors will continue to attack him.

He was only passively beaten, even if he fought back, he looked weak.

And behind this tin can-like God's Chosen, another God's Chosen must follow.

A magician with a staff, or an archer with a bow, and a warrior in light armor, or a healer who constantly releases healing magic to help the chosen one recover from his injuries.

The division of labor between them is very clear. Although they work as a team, John seems to be no different from scum.

But they are not afraid of death, even if their heads are chopped off, they must keep smiling, and then be under the magic of the same smiling healer.

Standing up with a smiling head holding his own that fell to the ground, and then reinstalling it on his neck, he smiled and continued to fight.

What the hell is a hundred times more terrifying than undead warriors!

For some reason, John suddenly relaxed.

With such terrifying Chosen Ones on our side, why are we still afraid of the natural disaster of the undead?

John thought like this, smiled, and looked at the gradually dimming sky.

After fighting for a day, now wounded and haunted by gray magic, he had to sit down, only to realize that he was exhausted.

Looking into the distance, there are lights behind.

I don't know if my son is sleeping well...

He closed his eyes, the power of life was being pulled out of his body little by little.

But a soft white light flickered on him.

He could feel the gray magic being expelled all at once!

Not only that, but the wound on his back also began to slowly recover!

My injury, was healed? !

John opened his eyes and saw a Chosen One with big breasts in front of him.

On the top of the head is the character [Can you be called a beauty without long legs].