Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 138 Pure Anger

Until the end of this 2vs16 battle, the door behind Heine had not been opened.

Although many backs were facing him, Heine was not as ready to touch other people's backs as Teacher Xia.

He couldn't bear it.

After all, he doesn't give any experience by doing it.

Ten of the 16 people were killed and six were injured, and the wounded basically lost their ability to move.

The blood should have been sweetened by the holy light, but the annihilation of the shadow wiped out all these smells.

After the battle, Duoduo jumped up and down excitedly.

"Old man Wei, why does your Shadow Javelin have 9 targets? Did you retain your skills after traveling through time? Is this reasonable?"

Wei Dianyuan: "What, I've worked so hard to practice it, why don't you let me use it?"

Duoduo: "What about other skills? Why don't I see you making that annihilation arrow?"

Wei Dianyuan: "Then I haven't learned it yet. Learning skills is always troublesome."

Duoduo: "Ah? Then do I have to learn it from scratch? Like legal negotiation, business negotiation, etc."

Catching Sheep: "These passive skills that do not involve specific energy are themselves part of your memory, so theoretically they have been unlocked. By the way, have you upgraded? What skills were given?"

Duoduo: "It's the same as Huihui, but it's not called acting. It's the same type of skill as a detective."

Wei Dianyuan: "Damn it, are you still a detective? What case are you solving?"

Duoduo: "Don't I often hire people to download dungeons? I always have to know who is not working in the dungeon, who is fishing, and who is causing everyone to be wiped out! Isn't the next dungeon of this crappy game more difficult than a suspense drama?"

Wei Dianyuan: "...I really belong to you."

Zhu Sheep: "Damn it, someone really uses the detective as the referee of the dungeon..."

...

Is the referee okay...

Do we need to apply for VAR intervention at a critical moment?

Heine recalled the fear of being dominated by EXRT during the Yamaguchiyama era.

He stretched out his hand to call Duoduo over and pointed at the closed door behind him.

"Do you know how to open it?"

Duoduo shook up and down, as if nodding.

Heine hurriedly built a bridge of communication.

During the psychic session, she explained: "I can slip through this crack."

Heine frowned, then decisively refused.

"No, that's too dangerous."

...

Duoduo: "Yes? Others are quite nice."

Zhu Sheep: "That means Mr. Sa is not here, otherwise I will give you a show on what it means to 'protect the best Heine in the world'."

Wei Dianyuan: "So what's going on with this door? Can I still go in?"

Duoduo: "If it's a spirit factory, this is the workshop, and behind the door is the laboratory. In order to prevent the puppet malfunction from killing the researcher, the switch of this door is often set inside and cannot be opened at all from the outside. We are in a town What I saw should belong to another escape tunnel, connected to the inside."

Zhu Sheep: "Doesn't that mean that as long as the people inside don't want to come out, there's nothing we can do?"

Duoduo: "Yes, I usually check the guide at this time. How about you?"

Wei Dianyuan: “We believe in the wisdom of the indigenous people.”

...

The aborigines are also confused...

Heine stared at the crack in the door worriedly.

Suddenly, the moaning servant lying on the ground over there made his heart move.

If you haven’t eaten rice all day long...

He immediately sent Zhu Yang back to the airship and brought him a bottle of wine.

Then he pulled the cork and poured some wine along the crack in the door.

Soon, the fragrance spread and drifted in.

"Ready to fight."

Heine whispered.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the heavy door slowly opened.

What followed was a cursing female voice.

"Some of you actually hid wine!?"

Zhu Yang stepped forward and pushed the heavily made-up female Konu down to the ground.

At the same time, Wei Dianyuan's shadow javelin was already aimed at the remaining four people in the room.

Three popping sounds were heard, and the three guards fell to the ground.

They didn't even see who was doing it.

The fourth-level shadow warlock is a god-like existence to this group of people.

But the fourth javelin deflected.

At the critical moment, Reid activated his shield.

That equipment obviously came from Eagle Wing City and was a good thing that couldn't be bought in the Silver Market.

Not only that, he suddenly raised the silver wand in his hand and pointed it at Heine.

"Die!"

Reid shouted ferociously.

The wand was activated, and a dark light shot out.

Heine only felt that the sound in his ears disappeared, and the light and color also disappeared.

It was as if there was only this piece of black left in my perception and vision.

As the distance got closer and closer, he gradually saw clearly what this black color was.

They are the corpses of countless Yuanlings.

He couldn't describe what it was like.

Shimmer, spots, dust...

It is a silent, cold, and annihilated creation.

He felt viscerally angry, intensely angry.

Even when playing Barry's rage he's calm.

But this time it was different. He pursed his lips, his face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out water, but his eyes were gushing with anger.

He is angry!

Then dark anger surged out of his body.

...

The moment the ray hit, Red's face surged with intense joy.

He succeeded!

But then, his joy stagnated and disappeared.

Instead, fear spreads.

The spell he fired did not penetrate the opponent, but... was swallowed up?

That is definitely not something he can shoot with the "Annihilation Spear".

It was a strange black color...

Heine's entire body was wrapped in a dark water curtain, and then a crown and a dark robe were outlined.

His eyes were also as dark as ink, and his face was majestic, like a king.

He stretched out his hand and countless silver souls turned into soldiers on the spot, charging towards Reid with a killing cry that shocked the world.

Red had no way to escape, and his soul was instantly dyed silver.

Yet he was not stripped down to a silver soul.

Instead, he was sentenced to death by soldiers.

Strangling, ravaging.

Finally, it turns into soul essence and flows out from the seven orifices.

But it's different from the disgusting gelatinous substance caused by Lost Soul Water.

Reid's soul was like fine quicksand, dissipating in the air before it even hit the ground.

Eventually, his soul dies completely.

Heine moved his fingers slightly, and the silver light faded from Reid's body.

They came to him, lined up for inspection, and then sang a simple dirge.

"Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace..."

Heine's anger also faded away along with this elegy.

Light and color returned to his vision.

Just wake up from a dream.

...

Duoduo: "Wow!!! What he did just now was so handsome! What kind of skill is that?"

Wei Dianyuan: "He has used it once before. It seems to be in a bottle given to him by Barry."

Catching Sheep: "That was Barry's cut of anger, but I didn't see him take out the bottle?"

Wei Dianyuan: "Then I don't know. Maybe it's a new instant skill?"

Duoduo: "I have decided to push Heine alone from today on! I want to buy Negrethe! Let him sit on the Shadow Throne! The atmosphere of that place and his clothes are a perfect match!"

Capture the Sheep: "...Wait a minute, isn't Negrethe the floating city where the Shadow Temple crowns the new king? Can I buy that too?"

Duoduo: "Yes, if the total consumption in San Xiting exceeds 500 million gold coins, you can ask Nikes to inquire about the price of Negrethe. It is just a floating city with no special features except for its symbolic meaning. The procedure was a little troublesome, and I had to wait until they completed the construction of the new city before handing it over, which would take at least three years, so I gave up."

Zhuoyang: "...Brother Wei, why didn't you tell me earlier if you knew such a big guy?"

Wei Dianyuan: "I don't know her, I only know her father."

Duoduo: "Get out of here!"

...

Amidst the noise of these three living treasures, Heine's mood quickly recovered.

The calm that can resist anger is more like a kind of low-temperature reason.

It also means numbness and dead silence.

After Heine recovered, he immediately looked at the small bottle in his hand.

Surprisingly, it was now filled.