The Rise of the Cemetery

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The half wind coming from the night breeze is like an alien version of Gundam soaring above the sky.

There is a constant flow of mysterious astral matter from the void, turning into pieces of metal components flashing a faint blue light spliced ​​on Halvers. Soon, Halves, who was a humanoid figure, was wrapped in a thick and dense astral structure.

This is the evolutionary path that Halfus gave himself.

Assimilate part of the astral matter with a strong will, and then in turn strengthen your own weak rou body. This kind of evolutionary approach and the companions that merged different kinds of Warcraft and mutant plants are also the same, and eventually all moved to the non-human path of giving up the human body and infinitely strengthening themselves.

Yosashi, who was staying in the rock fortress, chose to integrate a very rare tentacle monster, so he did not make people who are not ghosts. Fortunately, the wizarding world pays attention to strength, and never judges a wizard by its appearance.

This may also be a kind of sorrow for this short-lived human species!

Obviously has much more wisdom and creativity than ordinary race, but often died because of the short life and fragility of life. In order to change their own destiny, countless human beings who have mastered the extraordinary power eventually embarked on a path of no return to transform themselves and mutate themselves.

The town of Para is not far from the Rock Battle Castle, but it is only eleven or two miles away. But when the Halfes wind rushed here, the town has become a world of purgatory, a paradise for the dead.

The wailing screams were endless, and the ignited houses had been reddened for half of the sky, and even the moon disk in the sky was smeared with a thick layer of blood.

Everyday people come and go to the lively streets and alleys are now occupied by a group of zombies, corpses, and skeletons who are howling. They chased those who survived, threw them to the ground, and began to enjoy a **** and delicious feast of blood on the spot.

In the face of these horrible zombies who have no pain, no fear of any weapons, but have no resistance at all, they can only be run around, crying and crying for help. However, several entrances and exits outside the town were completely occupied by this group of terrible guys, blocking all their escape routes.

So they can only cry, shout, and die ...

At this time, the only warriors in the town who had a certain combat power were those who came to enjoy the pleasures of the town of Palan. Follow the wizards to hunt down the strange warcraft in the wild jungle all the year round, so that they have already had a certain immunity to this monster. At least they will not be scared even if they see the zombies like the town residents.

They occupied a sturdy house or courtyard, and struggled to resist the influx of corpses, which became the only pure land in the town that had not been completely collapsed.

Through the **** moonlight, Halfus even saw the soaring torch and the violent roar of the magical fireball in the corner of the town.

Uh, there are low-level wizards here to enjoy?

Halfus couldn't help turning his eyes curiously there.

It was a solid two-story wooden building, a group of horrified mortals gathered around the corridor on the second floor, blocking the stairs leading to the second floor with the shabby tables and chairs, and the dense and creeping mudslides. Zombies are fighting. It is a pity that they are poorly equipped, and the legs and wooden sticks in their hands cannot injure the zombies at all. They can only barely hold hands with the swarming corpses, so as not to allow the other party to break through their crude defenses.

The sorcerer who sent out the magic ball of fire was closely guarded behind by people, still pale, his hands and lips trembling and chanting strange magic spells.

A ring of wizards can't control the flying broom or the magic carpet, otherwise he has already turned to escape this dangerous situation!

Another red fireball the size of a human head exploded in the corpse, instantly igniting dozens of zombies into a human-shaped torch. This trivial result instantly ignited the confidence of everyone present, and all the survivors howled with excitement, wishing that the wizard they were guarding could show off their might, send out a hundred or more fireballs in one breath, and take these from the ground. The terrible corpses that crawled out were all turned to ashes.

Only the independent high-altitude Halves can clearly see that the violent roar of continuous explosions has led to countless agile figures hiding in the dark. This is a terrible undead creature similar to a living corpse. They do not have the stiff and rotten limbs of zombies and dry corpses, but have agile movements that do not lose to cheetahs.

They traversed the wall and walked on the ground, and they even flew through the house.

After rushing out of the shadows, they jumped freely all the way in the house full of fire, and quickly approached the flesh and blood battlefield where the confidence burst in a short time.

The rugged and narrow staircase wasn't needed at all, but with the help of a thick colonnade and vertical walls, the living corpses rushed into the last surviving town residents.

They don't even care about the stabbing of the wooden stick and the spear in human hands, nor the wounds on the body. He even twisted his body frantically to let the spear edge pass through the body, and then cut the attacker's chest with dark black sharp claws, twisted off their heads, pulled off their limbs, and chewed in the mouth.

Faced with this situation, the morality of this group of untrained mortals soon collapsed. Fear has far exceeded their limit of tolerance. Some people laugh loudly or howl, some people start looking around for hiding places, some people kneel down on the ground, and pray to the witch **** or any other powerful existence for salvation ...

However, until they were torn down by living corpses and torn into pieces, no miracles came to this unforgettable human purgatory.

Looking at the tragedy that happened in front of him, Halvers didn't mean anything to help. Even when the low-level wizard was forced into the corner of the house by a living corpse and cried with a headache, his cold-faced pestle stood high in the air, motionless.

"Come out, undead! The heavy corpse smell on you, I can smell it even ten miles away," Halvers said coldly.

There is no need to pose, under the crimson and monstrous moonlight, Halfus radiates a more cold and cruel metallic luster around him, and he condenses the void like a devil.

"Your sorcerers are really a group of unsympathetic guys, even watching the destruction of the same kind without moving! But I am really curious, this material outside your body can really guarantee your safety?" The waves suddenly rang in the town.

Immediately, a grotesque undead knight riding on a horrible undead black horse rushed into the sky.

Yes, this undead knight is riding on the undead black horse, stepping on the empty void, Gada Gada rushed up!

And the undead black horse's four hoofs, eyes, and pony tail were burning with a strange green and beating flame. This kind of flame not only does not bring the slightest warmth to people, but also makes everyone feel a cold feeling inexplicably in their hearts.

Yuma volley, cold green flame, undead knight ...

The combination of these pieces of information is enough to piece together some bad news in Halves' mind.

Intruder!

This is one of the invaders that the major wizarding organizations have vigorously suppressed!

Although Halfus has been on the spot for more than ten years, he still has enough knowledge about the latest information that caused a sensation in the wizarding world. In the information he obtained, the intruder was destroyed by a legendary wizard, and only one head was able to escape. But now it seems that it has completely recovered. Even the coagulation momentum it showed, even Halves, who was already an 8th-level wizard, dared not ignore it.

But it was another piece of information that made Halvers more important. This horrible undead was saved by his companion. And its companions are the "shadow queen" and "death chanter" with their famous names!

Could it be that this scene at the foot of them is a trap that they tinkered with, intending to lure themselves in and kill them?

Thinking of this, Halvers became more alert, and the large mental fluctuation slowly and meticulously scanned every inch of land under his feet.

As a psionicist who grew up in the wizarding world, Halfus possessed a powerful spiritual power far beyond ordinary people, able to ignore the vast expanse of sea and communicate with him, and obtain his own source of power from there. His most common way of fighting is the astral construct driven by the power of the mind, a peculiar construct composed of the power of the soul combined with some mysterious astral matter.

If in addition to the mysterious star costume that Halvers had draped all over his body, his enemies would have to face two medium-sized astral constructs at the same time. Scary wizard in the ring.

Since he could not find the hidden opponent in advance, Halfus could only vent his anger to the headless knight in front of him.

As the hands of the Halvers metal man were raised, the bright and fascinating starlight poured out of his hand, slowly gathered in front of him, and gradually solidified into an eight-clawed octopus-shaped metal structure.

The metal structure shows that it looks like a full metal structure. Eight sharp articulations step on the void and stand still. The movement is light like a dragonfly that steps on the water without breaking. The main body of the disc-shaped body is covered with metal thorns of different sizes, and the tops of a pair of small and flexible metal tentacles have bizarre eyes.

Some of the theoretical ideas in ordinary people's minds fall on this pair of compound eyes and it seems a little non-standard. Look at it 360 degrees without dead angles and frequently scan the surrounding posture, where is there a little stiffness and rigidity of metal objects?

In addition to the four pairs of arthropods underneath, the stellar structure also has two thick humanoid metal arms on both sides of the body. The starlight at the top flashes, and it can be transformed into a variety of combat weapons at any time according to the owner's wishes.

Although the concept of life and death is gone, the headless rider Celti still sighs silently.

The wizarding world is indeed the wizarding world, and the fantasy and eccentricity far exceeds the Klein plane that has institutionalized the magic power. Although Klein's creation is not as strong as it is in terms of absolute strength, it can be more confusing and unpredictable in terms of tactical oddities.

It seems that this metal block is his own opponent.

With a sneer of self-deprecation, Celti urged the undead dark horse to launch a charge.