The Rise of the Cemetery

(Thanks to the everlasting big red envelope for reward. This is the second more. The office is too hot, this is the afternoon.)

In such an open and unfamiliar occasion, wanting to leave an 18-level mind grabber is not what the current church team can do.

Therefore, after a large-scale "shadowed heart" broke out, the demon was successfully disappeared from everyone's sight. This is a collective hint of the soul. The souls who were successfully deceived by the "shadowed mind", even if the eye sees the body of the demon, the mind will subconsciously ignore it.

Of course, if this psionic spell is used together with "stealth", the effect of absconding will be better.

So when Bishop Soran's large-scale "expel evil" enchantment was propped up, Destroyer Wickman had already ran away 2 blocks away.

At this time, Hera, the blood warrior standing high above the night sky, finally sighed silently.

"Betty, this idiot, is really an arrogant man who has never seen the cruel side of the underground creatures. Didn't see that the other party didn't mean to run away at all? This fully shows that the other party still retains a considerable part of the fighting power. Do n’t you hit yourself if you hit it? "

Listening to Hera's hateful curse, several high-level blood wizards surrounding him shrugged, still looking down calmly at the scene that took place at his feet.

In the dark and dull alleyway, a translucent body exuding bright purple light suddenly emerged from the void and staggered to hold the wall beside him.

Although the huge wound on the shoulder shielded the pain, a large amount of blood loss still brought a lot of negative effects to the Demon. The mind grabber who deeply digs into the power of the mind has not paid much attention to the body, but this body is still the only carrier of its huge spiritual power before it is completely freed from the rou body.

Therefore, before a new enemy arrives, it is necessary to heal itself and then re-arm it.

As for how it perceives the arrival of the enemy? Huh, if you want to sneak up on the demons, hide your thinking first!

In the powerful mind perception of Destroyer Wickman, there are seven or eight strange forms within the range of 200 meters around him, approaching it step by step with the cover of darkness. In the farther away, there are more than a dozen similar guys who are silently attacking centering on the demon.

To be honest, all of their actions have been done perfectly. Whether it is covering the body or the dark latent, they have displayed a very high combat quality, but they do not know how to cover their hearts. The frequent and lively conversation between them is like a small high-power transmitter, swaying the psionic sensor of the demon all the time. And their overflowing thread of thinking was completely invaded by the demon.

None of these more than twenty strange guys realized that they were all scrambling to inform their enemies about their situation.

"Necropolis ... Undead ... Interceptor ..."

What the **** are these? Although a lot of mysterious news was intercepted, too many proper nouns and terminology also confuses Destroyer. Large-scale undead forces, it has only heard of a lively Zheng Huan of the Undead Council. Is this so-called necropolis a subordinate force of the Union of Undead? Or is it a direct force of one of the undead lords?

What are they doing to intercept the rest of the forces? Is it ...

After the "body purification" and "body conditioning" two consecutive psionic surgeries were completed, the huge wound on the shoulder was finally treated. However, Destroyer is not a priest after all. Healing department has few mind spells and low-level spells. It can only heal wounds on the surface, and cannot heal itself completely.

In its powerful perception, the enemy has lurked silently. Another four guys went around the roadway ahead, and two of them even landed on the ground disguised as two drunk ghosts who wobbled back at night, and walked to themselves scolding all the way.

Hum, carving tricks.

Wickman sneered disdainfully.

"Insight first" and "danger perception" were blessed on him. Six jaw tentacles of different lengths were busy, and a number of psionic traps were laid on the walls around them in an instant.

After doing all this, Wickman unhurriedly propped up the illusion enchantment, waiting for the prey to come to the door.

...

In the shadow of the corner at the end of the 30-step outer lane, the bat of the high-level blood Beat incarnate is lurking there, staring at the nervous and uneasy looking around for a moment, and hurriedly bandaging his own demon.

The sudden appearance of the two "drunken ghosts" apparently frightened the mind-slayers and dared not to squeak in the shadow near the wall. At the right distance, two drunks disguised as high-level vampires suddenly ran into trouble, and rushed crazy to the demon, and inserted their fangs sharply into their bodies.

The mind-slayer's counterattack is so weak and weak. A psychic shock wave smashed the surrounding walls into powder, but there was no way to help the two vampires who were attacked by melee.

It's done!

"Give it to me! Catch this demon in one fell swoop, don't give it a chance to breathe!"

Beatr rejoiced, using the soul channel to scream, and took the lead in rushing out of the invisible shadow.

In the miserable rainy night, dozens of terrible figures were shot like arrows, and the target pointed directly at the entangled demon.

The distance of thirty or forty meters was fleeting, and as the vampires were about to plunge into the battlefield, Hera's crisp female voice blew into the soul channel.

"A bunch of idiots, stop your movements immediately. Open your eyes to see what the real situation is?"

While Hera's voice was screaming, she apparently also used some of the soul's authority. Although all the high-end vampires were suspicious, the forward-looking body was inevitably delayed a little.

A series of blood-red light **** shot from the sky, hitting the entangled demon body. It was like a huge soap bubble was pierced, and the scene in front of him was a fierce flower, and a terrible scene contrary to the previous one appeared in front of many vampires.

There was no fierce fighting or cries of life and death in the field. The dark alley was still the dark alley, but their two companions were like soft mobs that had skeletalized the whole body at this moment. Above the demon body. And the heart-throbbing, soft and sticky tentacles of Gentle Demon were gently "stroking" their skulls, and the subtle sucking and swallowing sounds were creepy.

Around the Devil, there are countless psionic threads criss-crossing, putting its complete protection in the middle. These psionic threads are all connected to the rapidly flashing rune spirit array. Looking at the direction of the Rune Spirit Array and the surging spiritual energy leaping inside, if they did not stop their body just in time, I am afraid that this moment will be involved in a super scary spiritual energy explosion.

All the vampires swallowed secretly.

Vampires are far inferior to those iron cans with helmets and armor in physical defense. They have always been lightly put into battle. Once they encounter the ambush of the enemy, they can only rely on their bodies to resist. In this environment, it would be just a delusion to restore the blood of the enemy as before.

One careless, it is light that more than 20 vampires in the field have lost their dead bodies.

Destroyer Wickman sucked two vampires one after another, and his mental strength regained a lot. For the vampires who suddenly intervened, although full of resentment, it still calmly watched the other party coming.

In the misty cold rainy night of illusion, 4 cloaks hunted tremblingly, and the powerful vampire who stepped on the void descended from the sky, slowly floating in the air less than 5 meters above the ground.

"Dear Lord Demon, this is a misunderstanding today. Since there is not much loss on both sides, I think we might as well ..." Hera said coldly and arrogantly.

Hera deserves to be the most beautiful and charming vampire sorceress. She has a pair of steel-tough eyes and a strong and graceful body curve. For the convenience of close combat, she did not wear the loose soft robe common to the caster, but a tight black leather armor, leather trousers, and black leather boots.

Her face was indistinguishable due to the backlight, but the pair of scarlet twinkling pupils were particularly impressive.

"His Lord Hera, the two dead ..." Beate mourned mournfully, but he was cut off by Hera before he had finished speaking.

"Shut up, incompetent idiot! I'm in charge here!"

At the same time, Hera's spiritual language exploded in the soul channel.

"Fools, keep on keeping my mind from now on, and any fluctuations in consciousness can't spread out. If you want to say anything, just say it in the soul channel in the language of spirit! No matter what I say in a while, you must do well Ready to attack. As soon as I hear my screams, you start to organize an attack. This heart-fighting devil probably already knows some of our secrets. Even today, no matter how big the sacrifice is, we must keep it! "

The form in front of him is stronger than that of human beings. Earl Beate, the vampire leader here, can only bow his head sadly, and hand over the soul authority.

Many high-level vampires looked at each other, and they could only keep the bats transformed, while flapping their flesh wings and slowly retreating, but in the dark they were all ready to lay down their lives to attack.

"Why? Have you considered it, Lord Demon? As long as you hand over the bodies of our two companions, we will withdraw immediately, and you can also find a place to treat the injury. Otherwise, the deadlock here, those nasty magicians at any time You may come over, you do n’t want to fight with them again? "

Wickman's muddy, cloudy eyes stared at Hera, the magician, and the greasy, greasy liquid dripped from time to time at the end of the tentacles that squirmed and rolled.

What a beautiful brain! If you can hug each other in your arms and gently tap on your head to gently **** a few bites, it will be a wonderful enjoyment!

Thinking of this, Wickman couldn't help drooling.