Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 181 One-click decomposition

After throwing the weapon, Srega Southgate's strength was visibly reduced.

But correspondingly, after persisting for so long, Quelkus's strength was not as strong as before.

So the two were evenly matched again.

But under the constant destruction of Quelkus, the diamond-shaped crack above the head shrank to half of its original size, and the fluctuations on the boundary became more intense.

At this point, Nanmen had no choice but to resort to scheming.

"Stop struggling, you are just a part of Zumu and your soul is incomplete, so you are destined to be unable to become a true psychic.

"This kind of persistence will only pollute your consciousness, so come with me to the underworld.

"By being loyal to Lord Thanatos, you can gain the same power as me."

The voice of the southern gate rang in Quelkus's heart.

However, this tree is obviously not that easy to fool.

"I only belong to nature, to soil, sunshine and water. The evil thoughts of blasphemers cannot shake my will."

"Ha ha……"

Nanmen sneered:

"If that were the case, would you leave the Mourning Wood Valley and come to this ungrateful place alone?

"Even if a wooden head like you can't understand Lord Xanatos's great deeds, you should understand that Zumu is behind bars, right?"

Quelkus was silent.

This sentence was like a thorn stuck in its heart.

Because of this hesitation, its movements were a little slower.

Nanmen felt happy.

Bewitchment works.

He quickly increased his intensity.

"As long as you join, I guarantee that when the time comes, Lord Xanatos will be gloriously glorious—"

But before he could finish speaking, Quelkus, who had been slow just now, suddenly sped up.

Nanmen, who didn't react in time, was hit hard by a slap, and even the people and horses flew out.

Before this was over, Quelkus had already raised his other hand, swung his body, and swung it towards him.

"咴咴——"

The war horses neighed.

At the critical moment, it suddenly opened a crack and got in, barely avoiding the closing slap.

The next second, it carried the south door and emerged from the crack on the other side.

The crack closed quickly, but the blue flames on the horse's feet dimmed a lot.

South Gate is not having a good time either.

His helmet was shattered, revealing a feminine face as pale as a dead man, with a hint of anger in his blue eyes.

"Damn wooden head, are you plotting against me!?"

He cast his gaze downwards and saw that the flexible multi-legged insect had disappeared.

But through the connection with the weapon, he knew that the other party had found the heart chamber of the tree.

But why haven’t you seen any results yet?

Could it be that……

Does the other side have reinforcements?

……

"No, can he really hit T?"

Looking at Heine, who was waving a black shield just like him, and could block and attack with grace, Catching Sheep felt that the scene was so unreal.

He had been teaching in the military camp of the Lord's Mansion for so long, and he always thought that he had learned well from his big brother Aigis White.

Didn’t you expect that a truly good student is hiding next to you?

Is this the impeccable Heine?

He never would have thought that Heine's rapid progress was not only because he had seen more actual combat, but also because he was unable to speak accurately due to a lack of vocabulary when teaching to foreign students.

When complaining with brothers, it is often not only a "concise talk" but also a "correction" session.

In this case, how could it be possible that progress was not rapid?

"He doesn't have to pick up the shield by himself."

Teacher Xia commented sharply.

At this time, Heine happened to throw the shield and broke the two legs of the multipod, and then the shield dissipated in front.

In the blink of an eye, the dark spirit ember formed a new one in his hand.

"Gan, I'm so envious."

Zhuoyang threw out the flying shield angrily.

The round and heavy beetle's back shell was wrapped in holy light and rotated at high speed, smashing five legs one after another.

Mr. Sa shouted from the side: "5vs2, win, Brother Yang, a big win!"

The sheep catcher couldn't laugh or cry: "Winning a hair, this has the restraint of a sacred combo..."

At the same time, Teacher Xia stepped on the flying shield and jumped on the insect's back.

Under his feet are the wounds left by the dedication of the sheep catcher.

This is the undead body of Quelkus. Even if it is activated into a bug by the power of Hades, the material is still wood soaked in death air, but it is as hard as iron.

Undead wood meets the flame of holy light.

It is simply a fate made in heaven. There is no more standard relationship of restraint than this.

Teacher Xia: "Look up! Get ready!"

The brand-new wither dagger, carrying the light of the ninth-level dark attack, stabbed hard into the insect's back.

Then he used all his strength to pull back.

There was a heart-wrenching sound, and the bug straightened up in pain.

Teacher Xia, who was originally standing on its back, was suddenly suspended at 90°, but he held the dagger in both hands and hung on it, using his body weight to pull it down.

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The wounds and burn marks were connected together, all the way down like a torrent.

The multipod trembled painfully in the air, and all the vulnerable parts that were previously inconvenient to target were now exposed.

The two long-range players who were ready to attack immediately seized the opportunity and poured out all their firepower.

The strong wind arrows and shadow arrows instantly dug a hole in the insect's body, revealing the bright sword tip inside.

Mr. Sa: "I saw the big sword!"

At the same time, he also synchronized the news above his head

"Weakness exposed"

The big sword is okay...

Heine was a little nervous when he heard the name at first.

But as I heard more and more...

I'm still a little nervous.

As the tip of the big sword was exposed, the insect's reaction and attack power dropped a lot, as if it had been deflated.

At the same time, Heine also noticed a familiar movement.

It's a Yuanling soldier! ?

He was very sure that the fluctuations coming from the great sword were Yuanling soldiers, and they were more well-trained than the soldiers in the arena.

In comparison, the Yuanling soldiers in the arena are like new recruits who have just joined the army.

But the fluctuations on this sword are more like those of a veteran who has experienced many battles.

Moreover, their temperament is more chilling, more terrifying, more... cold.

boom!

The insect's body was trampled under the feet of the leaping sheep, and the flames of devotion spread along the wound on its chest, spread throughout its body, and then exploded one after another like exploding beans.

The shadow javelins are like wooden stakes, shot down from high altitude and firmly fixed on the ground.

Then came Teacher Xia, the surgeon.

He wielded two daggers and trimmed the insect's back starting from its head and all the way to its tail, even the bones flew out.

The wound on the insect's back was completely opened as a result, and the muscle texture quickly hardened and turned back to the material of wood.

This is obviously dead.

Large areas of bright silver light were exposed.

The big sword immediately trembled violently, but it was held tightly by several people and could not break free.

At this time, Heine jumped on the insect's back, and the armor on his body instantly switched to a robe and crown.

His Yuanling affinity also rose to its strongest form in an instant.

Mr. Sa was shocked when he saw it: "Damn it, what kind of transformation is he doing? Isn't he so handsome?"

Zhu Sheep: "I told you last time, it's at the printer."

Mr. Sa: "Oh, I remembered. People from the Northeast said there is a rich woman. Teacher Xia and I haven't met her yet."

Wei Dianyuan: "Speaking of which, Qian Duoduo wants to support Heine, so do you have to call her mom?"

Mr. Sa: “What??”

...

Heine almost shivered and slid off the insect's back.

Damn it, everyone is addicted to spreading rumors, right...

Sometimes it’s not good to hear too much.

He calmed down his emotions, controlled his expression, and put his hand on the sword.

Perception wraps around the sword, and a strong sense of fatigue and boredom rushes towards his face.

This is a group of veterans who have been fighting for many years and are already exhausted.

Although they were still shouting "fight", the slogans had no passion and were just repeated mechanically.

Regardless of the elemental materials or Yuanling soldiers, although they are also "dead Yuanlings", they have never given Heine such a strong "dead" feeling.

The raw materials can be used to make magic circles and serve as printing materials.

Yuan Ling soldiers are full of passion and fighting spirit.

It is completely different from withering, anger, and those messy black spiritual embers.

Heine had always regarded them as the same group of living spirits that greeted him.

But now, this group of Yuanling soldiers full of negative energy taught him a lesson.

This is the real "undead".

"It shouldn't be like this..."

Heine whispered in his heart.

The soldiers seemed to sense his pity and gathered around him expectantly.

"Save us..."

Heine's heart moved:

"Will you accept my orders?"

There was no resistance and no answer.

But Heine clearly felt that their expectations were weakening.

Suddenly he understood.

To the psychic, these spirits have no "belonging."

As long as the affinity is enough, anyone can control it, just like he can also use the five magic circles in the McCalla Mountains!

He immediately issued instructions to these Yuanling soldiers:

"I allow you to leave, I allow you to take off your armor and return to your fields.

"I give you permission to go to true 'death'."

His consciousness was like a small stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

However, as the first Yuanling soldier cheered, the ripples intensified.

In the blink of an eye, there was a huge wave!

"Free~free~free~"

Amidst the roar of the mountain and the tsunami-like shouts, Heine sensed that he was forced to stay away from the sword.

The gorgeous broken silver light surrounded him, as if to say thank you, as if to say goodbye, and then flew into the air, turning into little stars and disappearing in the air.

At the same time, in the eyes of everyone.

As Heine stroked the sword, the tremors suddenly stopped.

The next second, the bright silver sword began to disintegrate little by little from where he touched it.

True one-click decomposition.