The Legend of Fatality

When Bai En walked towards the group of puppet knights, the other party did not rush to attack. The Fatalin soldiers around them surrounded them from afar, but no longer had the courage to step forward.

Eventually, Bai En walked to the place where there were many fresh corpses, the blood on the corpses began to gather, then flowed down towards Bai En's feet, and was finally absorbed by the dark liquid armor that was drawn around Bai En's body.

Each of these corpses is broken by the power of swords or magic, and most of them lack limbs. The smell of blood and mud mixed in the humid air. Looking at the blood of his companions to the armor of Bairn, even though the soldiers of Fatalin knew that their comrades were dead, they still fell into silence.

But what really worries them is the dozen or so Bilpa corpses that followed Beon. Those corpses even started to rot in a short march, their eyes protruded, and their abdomen swelled with the gas produced by the corruption. A small, translucent, unknown bug has begun to drill in and out under their skin.

Bane didn't have enough research on necromantic spells, but the magic of the Daknas language family also used spells related to the use of corpses. With the power of the spells used by Bae En, he can cast a dozen corpses at the same time.

"Your soldiers are very loyal to you." As soon as Bai En arrived, the knight in blue armor said.

The other party's voice is very magnetic, but his face is expressionless, like a doll learning tongue. Bai En did not know whether the other party was satire or sincere praise.

"Faithfulness is the first lesson in Fatalin soldiers' lives. If these people haven't mastered it yet, I would worry." Bai En said lightly, but his voice was a little dull because of the helmet.

The blue helmet knight seemed to sigh. "Really, Bane. Do you have to be so smug all the time? Your disguised fake honesty and serious nonsense are really annoying."

Bai En did not answer, but pulled out the sacrificial knife.

"Did you know? How a leader's style affects his subordinates is a very interesting phenomenon." The Blue Knight continued. "So these people are like your scaled-down version. All emotions are wrapped and bound by layers until they become extremely stiff due to stress. They are confident in some aspects but insecure in others . "

Bai En forced himself not to answer. But he couldn't help but ask: Sharman, what the **** are you doing?

The blue armor rider smiled on his face, even though the stiffness was chilling, he leaned forward and whispered softly: "You want to scold me sharply, don't you?" People should be vivid. "Did you recognize me long ago?" The knight took a step forward and continued. "Even in the past, you hated people suggesting that you were insecure. At that time, your unhappiness often ended with one or two heads rolling on the stone."

"Yes, Sharman, I will recognize you even if you turn into ashes." Bai En replied, and then began to silence again, this time because of the other party's words.

"I killed many **** people," Bai En finally said again. "A person who has lost everything should not be afraid of losing his head."

"Maybe." Sharman said lightly through the blue knight's mouth. "But don't you want to vent it, just like you did before? Will it sound like a person trapped in a big drum, there is a voice in your heart crying? Want to try to break free? "

"Yes," said Bai En.

Sharman seemed to be surprised by Bai's admission. "There is still excitement, Bai En. Do you still feel excited? And the thrill of killing?"

People rarely talk about the excitement, joy and longing brought about by war or killing. This is a very private topic.

"I can feel everything you say, Salman." Bai En stared at Salman. "But I don't always release them. A person's emotions determine his personality and are also defined by his emotions, and controlling them is a sign of true strength. People who lack emotions are like dead. , But putting every feeling into action is like a child. "

"There's a smell in this sentence, Bai En. It's like a sentence in the Knight's Code. I don't think you intend to be a noble knight.?" Sharman sneered.

"No," Bai En said with a knife raised. "I don't know knights, but I think those knights are not as many as me when they face the mage, especially your mage."

"It seems that you no longer care about your betrayal."

"Betrayal and becoming a slave, I will not choose to be a slave anyway." Bai En began to control the body behind him. The rapidly corrupted body marched towards the other party.

"Even if the outcome of betrayal is death?" Sharman laughed. "You are still alive just because we haven't freed our hands to deal with you. Do you really think you can escape the punishment of the betrayal by the church? And your little Fatalin Association, you plan to use this Bad lies deceive yourself? Tell yourself that you can escape and survive? "

"Our power and established forces are not lies, they are real."

"Oh?" Sharman said jokingly. "Did you know? If the Fatalin Association has real power, why don't others pay attention to you? Instead, you are sent here, the most irrelevant place on the battlefield?"

"If it doesn't matter," Bai En said softly. "So why are you here again?"

Sharman snorted contemptuously, wielding his sword and chopping towards a rickety corpse that had come to him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ When the sword blade penetrated the corpse, he suddenly felt a second , Quickly trying to retreat, but far from the rapid impact of the corpse due to the explosion of gas generated by corruption.

He was blown away by the violent impact of the corpse explosion, and the puppet knights and black robe wizards who reacted hurriedly tried to clean up the corpse. But it is too late. Bai En raised his arms long ago, and the black liquid flowing from his left arm blasted out, forming a black thread like a spider web in the air, flying into the enemy's body and fixing them in place.

The two wizards in the black robe wizard recite the mantra quickly, and their hands ignite flames. The flames in their hands burn the black silk thread wrapped around them and make a hissing sound. The black thread turns into a mist and disappears. After they had cleaned the silk thread on their bodies, they began to help other mages clean up.

But the puppet knights have no help. Although their great power can barely pull the solid silk thread composed of black blood, the corpses under the control of Bai En have come to them. The corpses raised their arms and hugged them. And then exploded on them with a loud noise.

The body of the puppet knight was torn apart, and fragments and flesh were scattered. Even after they fell to the ground, their limbs still twitched, and black mist appeared again on them, trying to connect the other scattered limbs, but it was useless.

Baien took the opportunity to pass through the armor formed by the liquid around his body, took out a transparent crystal bottle from his arms, poured several potions into the bottle, and then recited the spell. When the spell was completed, the bottle began to absorb the black smoke from the puppet knights in the air. Bai En threw the bottle on the ground and let it absorb the smoke by itself. And he rushed to the black robe wizards who were busy handling the black silk thread.