Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Ji Ming has forgotten the name of the sugar-coated bomb that Sora threw to him, but he doesn't mind giving her and her three concubines a ride.

"Wait, what is this? This shape, with a belt...Gan, he really knows how to play."

Putting away the bloody hidden dragon thorn, he came to the end of the trip. Coincidentally, the location of the strange portal happened to be in the garden where Ji Ming lamented that the sugar-coated lady was really in trouble.

A deep purple vortex was quietly suspended between several stone pillars. Skeleton soldiers were constantly emerging from the constantly rotating death energy, and a team of thousands of people had already formed on the side.

After all, they are Lao Yangtou's regular army, and the quality of this group of undead skeleton soldiers is still very high. If these thousands of killing machines are put into the battlefield, the mercenaries will probably be beaten until they cry for their fathers and mothers.

Uh……

Well, maybe it’s not that pessimistic, because I don’t know who built this teleportation gate. They had to build it so high in the air. The skeletons that were successfully teleported fell to the ground with a clatter before they could react. Every person brings his own war damage when he goes out, just like being charged a toll.

I said that I felt that the skeleton soldiers had some quality issues. If someone hit them casually, they would shatter to pieces, as if the bowling pins in the restaurant had become sperm...

But as the bridgehead for the Wendigo to attack Sunshine City, there are no other beings guarding it except the Spider Queen. For example, there are three tall people standing in front of the portal. They should be the Lion Man, the Elephant Man and the Roc. Skeleton warriors transformed from humans.

In front of this very skinny Shituoling trio, there is another person wearing a black robe, his legs floating in the air and constantly spinning. He may be a necromancer waiting to evolve.

However, one wizard could not support such a huge portal, so there were forty or fifty low-level undead wizards sitting under him, chanting spells together, and jointly maintaining the existence of the portal.

Those who knew it said it was demons and ghosts who got together to do bad things, but those who didn't know thought it was the teacher supervising the students' morning reading, and even made three thorns stand at the front...

Skeleton warriors are naturally weird, but this undead wizard is different. They are relatively special spell casters, and quite a few of them retain their identity as living beings. Therefore, the holy light will not have any special bonus when it hits the body. It can burn them to death. Half dead.

This made Ji Ming's heart become restless again. How could he be worthy of his status as the Chosen One of the Holy Light Gods if he didn't send them all away? So he took the right medicine and came up with a new way of playing.

Sustaining such complex magic is a very laborious task, so the wizard leader was closing his eyes and trying to maintain the dynamic balance of magic in his body, but at this moment, he felt a singing voice coming from his ears.

"Once upon a time, I was walking forward in confusion, on the dark night road..."

hiss……

He suddenly felt his mind shake. He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound, and found that it was a wizard sitting relatively far back.

In order not to disturb other wizards to assist him, he used an encryption magic to put his voice into the other party's ears and spoke sternly.

"Can you please be quiet?"

But instead of reacting at all, the wizard smiled and raised his white chin. He sang more and more enthusiastically, and even started to sway.

"The breeze hurts the soul and cannot find the direction it should go..."

The leader was furious. No matter what kind of madness this kid was having, it was affecting Lord Wendigo's overall situation. Whether he could join the Weird Dissent in the future would depend on this!

He didn't give the opponent another chance, patted the ground and floated over, raising his hand to boil the opponent's brain with vicious evil magic.

However, at this moment, the leader was surprised to find that the wizard next to the man also started singing along.

"How many tears does it take to complete a journey like life..."

Moreover, this kind of singing started to spread like a plague. Before one line of lyrics was finished, forty or fifty people were humming.

The leader was completely frightened now. If one person goes crazy, others will go crazy. But if everyone except himself goes crazy, then he himself is crazy!

No! Impossible, they must be the ones who are crazy. I am a necromancer who is destined to become a great lich. I can't be wrong!

So the confident leader of the wizard raised his hand and cracked his skull with a powerful claw, and shattered his eyebrows with a punch. While killing the traitors with frantic headshots, he also screamed at the undead skeletons.

"Come and help, they are all moles and want to destroy the teleportation, come and help!"

But what did these group of subordinates want to know? When they were forced to stop casting spells one by one, although the huge portal did not disappear directly, it quickly shrank to the size of an ordinary door. The few unlucky ones who had not yet fully succeeded in teleporting were like this. Was torn apart in the torrent of space.

The three Shituoling demons were stunned by this shocking scene. They hesitated on the spot for a moment, and then rushed forward waving their weapons.

The wizard leader was overjoyed when he saw this, and continued to kill the traitor while shouting hello.

"Hurry up, they are going to run away, they are going to run away...ah!"

However, what he got in exchange was a fierce attack from the three demons. In just one move, he felt what three swords and six holes were.

"Are you...also...traitors?"

Spitting out a mouthful of black blood, the desperate and angry necromancer's face twisted, and he actually stabbed himself in the heart with his sharp black-armored hand.

This is an evil magic that almost everyone in the undead wizards who live in harsh living conditions can sacrifice their hearts in exchange for a chance to self-destruct on a large scale.

"Lord Wendigo, Your Majesty the Wolf King, my mission of guarding the portal has been completed!"

Before the chaotic deathly energy swept away the entire high platform, the last melodious words floated out in the cold wind.

"Can I look forward to the distant sky, flying together, newly created people."

……

"I'll go, you can sing really well."

The honest Holy Light Divine Chosen Ji Ming announced that he was responsible for this super terrorist attack. This time it was indeed him who used [suggestion] to play some tricks.

From the perspective of the wizard leader, this was his loyal and brave struggle to kill the traitor, but in the end he died in the hands of the traitor, and he was so angry that he literally exploded.

But in the eyes of the skeleton warriors who could not be suggested by suggestion, this was the wizard leader suddenly violently murdering people. However, instead of taking action against their leader, the loyal wizards sat there and sang heart-warming songs to try to wake him up until The three brothers couldn't stand it anymore and went to help.

As for the truth of the matter, Ji Ming first hypnotized a relatively nervous young wizard and asked him to "quietly sing soothing songs to his leader, realizing that his loyal leader will definitely promote me", and then...

Then nothing happened. Who would have known that this seemingly steady wizard leader was actually more nervous than his younger brother. He was about to kill someone without saying a word. Everyone was shocked. Ji Ming had not yet reacted. The group hypnosis was completed very smoothly, and everyone performed a hymn chorus.

In the end, I watched the wizard Lao Da kill a lot of people in a ditty with headshots. Before dying, he could use self-destruction to replace the skeleton warrior who could not be hypnotized. The speed was so fast that Ji Ming didn't even have time to say, "It's almost time." .”