Magic Tower Starry Sky

The head snakes in the Bay of Storms, who were a little skeptical at first, became even more convinced that this was a conspiracy to wipe them all out, and it was the collusion of this magician and the members of the Hann Society. Their expressions were sullen, and they were planning ways to get out.

It has reached this level, and it seems that he has to give in. Maybe it would be a good way to kill the magician before he reveals his identity, so as to show his loyalty to the members of Hannhui. Even if it was said afterwards that the magician belonged to them, he could push it back and forth, expressing his grievances and saving his life.

Someone secretly hid the poisoned dagger in his hand, stepped forward slowly, and said, "Your Excellency the Magician..."

Lin, however, slashed the ship-cutter knife horizontally, and threw it behind him, scaring the group of people, no matter whether they had ghosts in their hearts or not, they all retreated out of the attack range of that brutal weapon. However, someone only temporarily shut down the operation of the saw chain, and put the Zhanjian knife behind his back. This position ensures that the first forward blow of the sword has maximum power.

He kept silent all the time because the huge sarcophagus surrounded by men in black completely attracted his attention. The sarcophagus has no extra decorations, it is just a very ordinary stone box, the kind that can hold a person. But the chains and hemp ropes that tied the sarcophagus one after another are not so simple.

Knowing that the core of the opponent's members are Demon Breakers, but Demon Breakers are not a professional system that appeared out of nowhere, but have their origins. At least a group of five big and three rough fighters are required to think about how to deal with magicians. This is a very paradoxical thing in itself.

Knowledge is the only thing that can deal with knowledge.

The origin of the demon breaker is actually the same as that of the lost astrologer. Those who intend to move towards the path of magic, but those without talent will choose to become astrologers. Because it was a last resort, he took a different path, which made the astrologer inherently hostile to the magician because of his inferiority complex.

So what will people who have magical talents but don't like magic groups do? Resistance within the system? Or challenge the entire system? A group of people who focus on anti-magic research appeared in the history of Midi. They are the origin of the demon breakers, originally called conjurers.

When seeing this history of magical magic, someone feels as if they saw the love-hate relationship between Jedi and Sith, staged in this different world. The difference is that the confrontation between the magician and the conjurer is not as clear as the good and evil between the Jedi and the Sith, but they restrain each other in terms of skills.

If you really want to say, magic and anti-magic are actually quite like the relationship between a firewall and a hacker. There is no one who restrains the other, it is only a question of who is more skilled.

However, magic is the mainstream of the Lost Land after all, and the few conjurers are even more declining. However, their research has not been lost or interrupted because of this. Demon Breakers are actually just teaching a few talented fighters the simplest parts of the leftovers from the research of conjurers. They can be called apprentices of conjurers.

The chains and hemp ropes that bound the sarcophagus in front of him seemed to be the work of a conjurer. Because it is rare, someone started to observe this thing that he heard about but never saw with his own eyes without considering the occasion at all. At the same time, he was also thinking. According to the rumors, the core members of the Hann Society are all demon breakers. Now it seems that the other party should be a higher-end existence.

When someone is thinking wildly, it does not mean that others have to cooperate and keep quiet.

In fact, from the time when a soldier subconsciously wanted to scratch an itch and made a knock, and the intruder wanted to escape, but was blocked by a mechanism stone, everyone's gaffes were under the eyes of the members of the Hahn Society. Including the appearance that someone wanted to assassinate the magician from behind, but fell short, several people noticed.

And the regretful and terrified expressions of these people, of course, became the laughing stock of Han Enhui. They laughed at this group of overwhelmed people, and at the same time waited for the next move of the elders.

Exactly the same as the magic ceremony, the elders who were conjurers gathered around the sarcophagus, chanting ancient secret spells. The seals on the chain and hemp rope were untied one by one, and they retreated from the sarcophagus like a living thing. As the sealed thing was released, the cold atmosphere in the underground palace became more and more oppressive.

Is this... a scam?

The leaders of various organizations, who were still thinking about luck, remembered the rumors about Hannhui. All the powerful enemies that were difficult to deal with were eventually dealt with by their ancestor, the legendary head of the Dark Legion Guards, Giant Rock Hann.

Although it is not that there are characters from thousands of years ago who have survived to this day, few people believe that that one is really John the Rock. Some low-level organizations often advertise that they are the descendants of a certain hero, in order to attract some good players to join, this is a very normal method.

But what if it crawled out of a coffin... could it be the real thing? Or fake?

Thinking of this, everyone's scalps were numb.

The elders of Han Enhui half-kneeled on the ground, calling out: "Great, great, the ancestor of the millennium, praise the honorable name, protect our generation. Kill my enemy, build up your reputation, wait for my king, and then open the dark moment."

The sarcophagus lid suddenly spewed upwards, flipped several times in the air, and fell to the distance, killing several unlucky members of the Han Society.

Everyone on the attacking side tightened their hearts. In fact, even the members of Hannhui were startled. As usual, without urging a few times, the one inside would not show up at all. How is it like this time, it seems that he is eager to come out.

A solid white cold mist diffused from the coffin towards the surrounding ground, casting a shadow over the hearts of those who had never seen this scene. When a hand with brown spots protruded from the coffin and slapped it on the edge of the coffin, everyone's hearts seemed to pop out of their mouths.

Suddenly, the cold mist in the coffin bulged upwards, and then dispersed in all directions, revealing a human figure. The appearance of 'him' is very strange, there are scars left by stitches all over his body, and the color and size of each part of the limbs are quite different, as if they were pieced together. Even 'his' face seemed to come from three different parts, not only uncoordinated, but even quite weird in shape.

The existence with this kind of characteristics is no stranger to the lost people, it is the stitched corpse in the creation of the undead. Many people think that stitched corpses are not even considered "creatures", and the gap between their strength and weakness is quite extreme. But is it possible for a stitched corpse to be powerful enough to become the legendary head of the Dark Legion Guards?

Such doubts, on the contrary, dilute the tension of many people. No matter how powerful a 'creation of the undead' is, it has its limits. He is not like a creature, which has room for exercise and growth. If the stitched corpse wants to become stronger, it must find the limbs of a more powerful creature to replace it; of course, to become weaker, just do the opposite.

The stitched corpse in the coffin looked around after getting up. He had the impression of the people around him that they used their weak limbs to replace their dilapidated parts, which was regarded as saving him. But why save yourself? Now that the meaning of existence has been lost.

The people around him told him that, according to rumors, the Demon King was resurrected. He doesn't believe it. But that familiar aura reappeared, and he couldn't wait to confirm whether it was just a dream or something else. Following the feeling, looking at the place where the familiar breath is, there is a human with a female appearance. It was somewhat similar to the appearance of the master before he gave up his human appearance in his memory.

Bend your knees and kick! Although it was an unfamiliar limb, 'he' was still precisely in front of the human female. Those indifferent eyes were exactly the same as in memory, even before 'he' knelt down to salute, he was kicked away.

Even so, he got up. But this time he no longer jumped, but walked forward slowly and respectfully, knelt down on one knee again, and said in an ancient language: 'Your Majesty. '

"Traitor! You are begging for mercy. I don't remember you being so useless." Fern cursed in a bad tone in the current lingua franca.

"Your Majesty. The corpse never betrayed."

"Before letting four mice touch my throne, how do you explain it? This is not betrayal, so what is it called betrayal!"

"Your Majesty, this is the corpse's mistake. The Black Dragon General conveyed His Majesty's order to the corpse, and there seems to be a **** revived in the Jingyuan area. The mission of the corpse is to kill the gods, and the defense of the king city is entrusted to the Black Dragon General. When the old **** could not be found, the news came that His Majesty was being crusaded by four humans, and the corpse realized that he had been deceived. In order to get revenge, the corpse killed X (10) legions and VIII (8) generals; IV (4) legions besieged, so the traitors could not be punished for His Majesty."

"Wow, that's really nice to say. Do you think I'll believe it?" Holding the machete in her hand and holding it flat to the side, Fen was about to chop off the former subordinate who was kneeling in front of her with her head bowed.

"Wait a minute! Maybe what he said is true." Lin stopped aloud, but Fen glared angrily. The man who had returned to his original appearance felt a chill on his tailbone~www.NovelMTL.com~ and shrunk his neck.

"Tell me why."

I wanted to just shut up. But according to his cognition, speaking half of it would annoy the lich even more, so Lin could only organize his words and said: "Actually, looking at the history after your death, I don't understand something. I read All records say that after the demon king was crusaded, the dark legions fell into a civil war for power. Especially the fact that the guards destroyed ten dark legions was regarded as a major historical turning point. In the end, most of the dark legions destroyed each other , and human beings benefit. If the problem is the struggle for power, shouldn’t the various forces be incorporated instead of completely destroying each other. But if revenge is behind this incident, rather than power struggles, everything will match.”

"Excuse!" Fern snapped.

But you want to believe, don't you. This sentence, someone thought in his heart, but did not say it. If according to this person's past personality, the enemy is in front of her eyes, and she doesn't use all her strength to directly bombard the opponent, then the title of "Devil King Tikal" will be in vain.

But this time, under someone's observation, Fern was not as decisive as before. Therefore, someone boldly guessed that the former Demon King was hesitant to kill the person in front of him. In addition, I have a different interpretation of that period of history, so I have the previous scene.

And now, Fern crossed her arms across her chest and tapped the ground with her right toe. The sudden change caused the rest of the people in the underground palace to keep silent in a tacit understanding, regardless of whether they were enemies or friends. The atmosphere was strange and inexplicable.

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