The Rise of the Cemetery

The situation changed so quickly that the young mage could not be able to guard against it. Only in a blink of an eye, the nun had been repulsed by the opponent and was in a dangerous situation of anti-killing.

In his violent anger towards the sky, the eminent men immediately took out their violent moves, and madly washed the group of drow guards blocking the entrance of the altar. The young mage took advantage of the chaos of the enemy to lead the blood mage such as Blood Demon and Hera into the underground karst cave.

Filun, who was standing on the altar, was obviously unable to leave half a step while the ritual was in progress, so after fleeing to attempt to sneak up on her phantom, she just attacked it remotely with instant magic.

While squandering the near-endless surging magical power, Filun laughed irresistibly, waiting quietly for the final divine grace. The sweet and pretty face was originally distorted by this madness, and even the blood mouth that was quietly splayed on the chest, the spouting blood spring could not stop her.

What is the situation?

The young mage, who was stunned by the situation in front of him, suddenly stopped the restlessness of his men, and let the body of the female bodybuilder emerge quietly on the side.

"How is it? Didn't you hurt?" The young mage asked hurriedly. The urgency in the tone made the pretty face hidden under the armor show a flowery smile and silently replied a safe message.

In the end, the nymph ate a catastrophic loss, and was nearly crushed by the other party's whip. As for the subsequent magical attacks, they all escaped under the protection of a "magic immunity" for 5 seconds. If not, she might actually be hurt by the storm's magical attack.

Watching the blood spring spewing on his body, and the mad Filren, who had no knowledge of himself, the upper cemetery rushed into the venue was calmed by this strange scene.

"Have you hurt her?" The young mage asked suspiciously.

"No! I can't break the tortoise shell outside her ..." The nun looked at the priestess who was bathed in blood without knowing it, and her face was incredible.

The effort of half a cup of hot tea passed, and he hadn't waited for the blessing of divine grace. The nearly crazy Filun finally woke up a little from paranoia, and then suddenly felt the weakness in his body.

"How could I be weak? I am now in the most glorious and powerful moment of my life. How can I be weak?" With infinite confusion, Filun finally lowered his high head and saw his chest as big as The fist's tear and the blood flow was almost cut off.

As the blood in the body drained away, her vitality continued to shrink. If it was not the afterglow of the first blessing of God's grace, she had now returned to the kingdom of the goddess Rose.

"Why ... why ..." Filun's pretty face appeared with horror on her face, full of puzzlement. But in a flash, she seemed to understand something, and turned hard to look at Rui Sier who was dead on the execution table.

Only then was his chest cut open to take out the exquisite baby girl whose heart was supposed to die, but now she was lying on the square platform charmingly and charmingly. Chiguo's towering **** don't have to be the size of the mouth of the bowl. Even the slight flaws on the black jade-like flawless body can't be found. And the corners of her lips are full of unsatisfied complacency and madness.

Alright alright! Every concubine Drow seemed to enjoy this desperate look at the mourning and helpless death of a dead enemy. At this moment, it is also a crazy moment for them to fall into self-expansion, and it is also a moment for them to enjoy the victory and taste the pleasure.

This was the case with Filun just now, and it is still the case with Rui Sier. It seems that this is also related to the drow's perverted level of control and desire for power.

"Cough, that's it again!" With a bored and helpless expression, the young mage could only turn all his attention to this new enemy. This is also the normal way of dealing with the drow elves. Until the last moment, until the dust settles, no one knows who can laugh to the end!

But all this didn't matter to the young mage, anyway, they had to fight hard. Now it's time to see what kind of hole cards this new winner will draw!

The dog blood dialogue that the young mage expected did not appear.

When Phillen realized her failure, her life had come to an end. With a faint wailing filled with great fear, the aura of God's grace suspended above them really fell at this moment, and it fell into the body of the winner, Mother Ruisl.

The same scene reappeared, and Ms. Drow ’s majestic treble can scream enough to pierce everyone ’s eardrums, and her strength is also leaping forward in the "scream".

Level 15 ...

Level 16 ...

...

...

Level 19.

When the strength of this young drow new mother was finally fixed at level 19, the young mage was inexplicably relieved and secretly wiped a cold sweat.

To be honest, the speed at which this rank advances is simply beyond the reach of the young mage, and it is also enviable. However, if he is allowed to choose, he would rather climb hard step by step, rather than use this kind of **** sacrifice method to win the favor of a high god, so that he can get this kind of work for nothing. External blessings.

This blessing of divine grace seems to be quick and powerful, but it also has great limitations, that is, it is inseparable from the aura of the deity. Due to the scale of the Rasmuffel City Temple and the grace of the Rose goddess, God's blessing is also useful within three miles of the city.

In other words, this Ms. Ruisell is a solid 19th-level strongman within 3 miles of Ras Mufer City, and once beyond the radiation range of this temple, her strength will plummet. If it is too far away from the temple, whether the final strength can stay above level 16 is a question. After all, her initial level was too low, too low, only level 14.

Of course, under normal circumstances, with this tiger skin blessed by the 19th level of God's grace, she can completely raise her basic strength like Taishan, so that she will not become a soft foot crab once she leaves the temple. But now, she doesn't seem to have this time!

At least with the existence of the inner ghost Zena, the other party's truth and reality are all under control, and there will be no misjudgment because of not knowing the details. At least to deal with such fast-growing strong, young mage can come up with a lot of coping methods.

Of course, the easiest way is to find a way to haunt her, and then use the fastest speed to destroy all nearby temples or altars and other places, then she will be beaten back to her original shape in minutes, becoming a kneading "Strong".

Moreover, the hole card prepared by the young mage was no less than that of Rui Sier. It really annoyed him. He never minded upgrading a regular war to a peak showdown.

In all respects, a 19th-level abyss demon is far more than a 19th-level newly-admired drow.

"And it's still an extreme dwarf Mother Drow!" The young mage added dismissively, turning her head to look at the corpses of the high-ranking priests who had withered and shrivelled under the altar.

Just as the young mage was silently watching the scene in front of him with many elaborate arms in the cemetery, the young Mother Drow had completed the precipitation of her strength. In fact, this process can be completed in a few hands, but in order to enjoy this beautiful feeling for a longer time, Rui Sier deliberately delayed the completion of the ceremony.

When the last trace of divine concussion stabilized and solidified in the body, Mother Ruisell opened the pair of red pupils that seemed to be blood-stained, and stared at the young mage floating in midair for a moment.

After a brief thought, she didn't turn around and turned on the unrecognized surface "male", but began to stretch her body. That layer of tightly packed knotty ropes had been soaked in strong acid for thousands of years, but after struggling for a while, it had been broken into pieces and then weathered into gray.

Rui Sier lazily stepped down from the execution platform. On the pretty altar, he arranged the sacrificial robes briefly, barely covering his black silky silky and smooth body, and hit a black light. Filun, who had died on the stubborn side.

As the black light entered the body, Filun, who had no vitality, suddenly uttered a screaming scream, and a cloud of faint white light flashed out from inside, and he planned to take the road and escape. It's a pity that it's too late. The black light has just been turned into a delicate chain with a pattern, and one end is deeply penetrated into the core of the light group, and the other end is always firmly nailed in the corpse of Filun.

Under the retraction of this black chain, the white light cluster could not escape halfway even if it turned into a nebulous cloud, and was pulled back into the body of the former Drow mother in the painful wailing.

Rui Sier with a vicious smile, like a servant slave girl, hit the black light bit by bit into Filun's stubborn body. Every time the black light enters, it will cause an inexplicable scream in its body, as if that black light is a kind of torture.

This process is cumbersome to say, but in actual operation, less than half a minute, Rui Sier, whose strength has risen, has completed all the processing processes.

Of course, the last ritual to complete the ceremony was to imprint the family's emblem on the forehead of the bound spirit corpse. Such a wonderful enjoyment, of course, Rui Sier will not fake others, but also completed it by himself.

The young mage couldn't help but sigh. It seems that in the previous period of time, all kinds of unbearable past must have happened between these two drow women. Otherwise, such a cruel and evil process of making undead, how could this woman smile with a smile and complete with excitement?

But for the behavior of the other party's openly pulling helpers, the young mage doesn't seem to reject it, but instead observes the whole process with interest.

In the history of the Zall family war, such a scene can be said to be commonplace. Drow is a race that hates waste. For the corpses of companions who died in family wars, especially those who were powerful in their lifetime, they will make them or they can move freely, but they are completely subject to the high priestess of the family. Bound spirit corpse.

Unlike the zombies and living corpses made by corpses, the spirit-binding corpses made by drow elves are more brutal and more horrible. Because they are using the short time when the other party's death just before the soul has not dissipated, and they are holding the soul in the dead body with some kind of soul control. The so-manufactured spirit corpse often retains most of his ability during his lifetime, and is completely subject to some kind of mysterious rune.

But for the guy who was detained, it was a big horror that he couldn't survive and couldn't die. If they can be completely destroyed in the war, these spirit-binding corpses are still free, but if they encounter those sinister enemies and bury the crafted spirit-binding corpses under certain inaccessible ground, then wait for "it" It may be solitude and darkness for thousands of years.

As undead, they are not so easy to die. As souls, they still retain some of the thoughts of previous lives, but they cannot control themselves.

Perhaps this is the biggest torment to them!