Looking around at the group of Light Holy See troops surrounding him, Wang Ming stood up a little irritably, making a sound like crackling fried beans from all over his body.
"You are asking for your own death. Don't you know that I happen to be on those days?"
"What are you looking at? I believe every boy has a few days when he feels irritable, sour, cold, and sluggishyes, I have reached the point where sperm has taken over my brain. Do you have any opinions?"
Yueying sat under the parasol, casually stirring the bright liquid in the glass with a straw, and the ice cubes made a crisp clanking sound when they hit the glass.
With her fair chin pressed on the back of her other hand, Yueying watched boredly as the ice cubes in the cup sank and floated in the milk tea.
"This guy went to embarrass himself again."
Because her whole head was pressed on her chin, Yueying's words were squeezed out between her teeth, which sounded strange.
Xinglian, who was leaning closer to the crystal ball not knowing what else to peek at, responded absently: "She's always been like that, it's probably her menstrual period."
Yueying raised her head tiredly and took a sip. The milk tea swirled several times in the bow-shaped straw, and the cool milk fragrance spread on Yueying's tongue.
"We don't have much time, right?"
Hearing the seriousness of the eldest sister¡¯s voice, Xinglian also cheered up: ¡°Well, Master Qingfeng said that the deadline can be extended to November 7th at most, and we have less than five days left.¡±
Yueying leaned on the wicker chair, tilted her head back, and covered her face with the magazine: "Let Mia resolve the battle quickly. I will take a nap first, and wake me up after Mia is done."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yue Ying's final voice turned into a gentle snoring.
Xinglian stared at Wang Ming, who was dragging his giant sword to the front of the formation, and couldn't help but yawned.
The giant sword made a scratch behind Wang Ming. The sword temporarily forged by Cangyang was much easier to use than expected. The weight distribution was very balanced and it was very sharp.
In addition to the basic enchantment circuit on the sword, the remaining space is blessed with a magic storage circuit, which can store a spell below the third level and release it when the sword hits the target. However, the effect of this spell can only affect the target being hit, and even the range spell can only affect one person.
Wang Ming is not alone. Just now, when clearing the battlefield, he controlled the corpses of a large group of Gray Guards by manipulating the corpses, and followed him to stagger towards the infantry phalanx in the distance.
These priests were illuminated by the Holy Light during their lifetimes and were unusually resistant to necromancy. However, in the face of Wang Ming's extraordinary control, they all got up obediently.
The wails of the dead echoed in the air, and the sky was filled with dark clouds for some reason. The walking corpses polluted by negative energy dropped broken human tissues. The corpses that were originally in tatters in the battle became even worse after being soaked with negative energy. Horrible.
A squirming heart and lungs can be vaguely seen between the exposed ribs, sharp broken bones poke out from the broken ankles, and the open mouth tears open the cheek, revealing a real bloody mouth.
Wang Ming cast a Stinky Cloud Technique, and the yellow-green cloud slowly spread from the corpses to the front of the infantry square. The already extremely terrifying scene, coupled with the disgusting stench of the Stinky Cloud Technique, made the soldiers lower their heads and go crazy. Unstoppable vomiting.
Wang Ming raised his giant sword and pointed it at the phalanx in front, and the corpse group began to charge slowly.
There were less than twenty Gray Guard corpses, but those soldiers affected by the Stinky Cloud Technique were unable to withstand the lifeless impact of the corpses and had to retreat, leaving vomit and excrement all over the floor.
They are only mortals after all.
The complex mantra was recited by Wang Ming, and the murmur between his lips caused the throbbing of the wind to outline an invisible horse. Wang Ming turned over and mounted the phantom horse he had summoned, raised his giant sword and charged towards the group of infantry.
The scattered spears were erected one by one, but under the influence of the Stinky Cloud Technique, those poor soldiers could not even hold their weapons, and Wang Ming easily rushed into the formation.
One by one, it lits on him, mage armor, shield, protective arrows, and the power of bulls
The giant sword made a buzzing sound, drawing a bloody semicircle in the crowd, making the sound of broken limbs and the buzzing sound of the sword cutting through the air.
The spell Wang Ming stored in the giant sword was corpse explosion. This extremely cost-effective spell was activated when Wang Ming cut the first soldier in half. The rotating gears and torsion bar in the giant sword pried the core of the sword body. Obsidian and raw mana were arranged in rows according to a predetermined path, turned into effective spells, and then transmitted along the blade to the body with only half a body left.
Then blood mist exploded in the crowd.
The group of corpses followed him, rushing into the crowd at the gap he opened, facing the panicked emperor.??The army launched a fierce attack. All kinds of strange weapons were caught in the hands of the zombies and waved around wantonly. Although they were unorganized, the strange power of the undead creatures gave these weapons terrible lethality, not to mention that these zombies originally had powerful bodies.
Mobilizing the magic power in his body, Wang Ming quickly used a vampire touch, and pressed a bright red palm on a soldier's face. His body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been exposed to the sun. fish.
Those cheering vitality flowed through the body from the fingers, and finally gathered on Wang Ming's shoulders, turning into soaring crows.
Life diversion.
The vitality dissipated, replaced by abundant magic power and the sharp pain of disappearing vitality.
"You guys, aren't you still willing to retreat? Don't blame me for killing you all!"
The gloomy sky was almost as dark as midnight, but all the soldiers could see the demon fire leaping on Wang Ming's body. The terror that pierced the soul spread to the entire square along with the screams that broke out from front to back. All the soldiers fell down. Weapons and shields fled into the distance.
"Well, I don't like killing either, so I'd better use advanced fear to clear the place."
But Wang Ming decided to add another fire.
The phantom pony was instigated by the young man and rushed towards the screaming soldiers. They were taking off their armor so that they could run faster.
Although the mount under the crotch is actually the direct condensation of magic power, it is enough to look real. As the phantom pony runs and rises and falls, the mane on the neck sways in the wind, throwing out jet-black waves. Crimson eyes stared at every deserter who dared to look back, raising their screams an octave.
¡°The one who runs the slowest will die!¡±
With that said, Wang Ming rode his horse to overtake the fat soldier who was last. His giant sword easily chopped off his head. The trembling fat head flew forward for a while, hit the back of a dwarf, and spurted out from the fracture. The blood spattered all over him, and he was so frightened that he almost fell down and moved forward while rolling and crawling.
But these hundreds of people were running away in all directions. Wang Ming couldn't catch up with everyone at once, but he had no intention of annihilating everyone.
The scope of the fear spell is already very large, and the remaining soldiers who were not affected were almost completely defeated when they saw their own powerful combat power. Now the next square formation was broken by themselves, and the scattered soldiers would only increase the opponent's new strength. The difficulty of the whole team, the more dispersed they are, the longer it will take for your side to prepare.
"If we break through two more phalanxes, their remaining troops won't be able to do anything to us. Come on! My undead army!"
The remaining dozen or so zombies followed Wang Ming and moved towards the mixed square formation on the other side. That square shot out a not too thin rain of arrows. If a protective arrow hadn't been prepared in advance, Wang Ming would probably have turned into a hedgehog. .
The zombies didn¡¯t care. After becoming undead, they no longer cared about the arrows that penetrated their bodies. That kind of damage would not cause much damage to them. The bones and muscles in the body of the zombies drive their bodies. Unless the body is chopped apart, it is difficult to really cause harm to them. Although weapons such as war hammers can shatter their bodies, the rotten dead flesh will buffer the damage from blunt blows, and only edged weapons can really hurt them. Only by cutting off the dead flesh crawling inside their bodies can the walking corpses be truly eliminated.
Unfortunately, bows and arrows are not qualified for this job. It is difficult to hurt the zombies just by drilling holes in them. Moreover, these zombies are also wearing chain armor, which makes them even harder to knock down.
"Speaking of which, one of the classic tactics of the undead is a famous tactic called the Sea of ??the Undead. Since I plan to use the undead to crush them head-on, why not just summon more undead?"
A dazzling silver bloomed in front of his eyes. The sun emerged from any door and fell on the head of the Phantom Horse. He looked down at Wang Ming, and his silver hair that had fallen to his shoulders was blown by the wind.
"Mia, if you want to summon the undead, please remember to summon your magic pet."
Wang Ming didn¡¯t react for a while until Cangyang waved his hand to summon his long-forgotten familiar.
The huge Corpse Hound fell from an altitude of fifteen meters and crashed directly into the group of archers arranged in a dense formation behind it. A low roar came from the mouths of every corpse on the Corpse Hound's body. It was obviously a sharp scream and howl. , but together they turned into a deep and deep echo of terror.
The huge claws waved, and more than a dozen soldiers were knocked away. Wang Ming saw from a distance that those soldiers had turned into a puddle of mud before falling.
The putrid corpse poison spurted out from the huge twisted mouth of the Corpse Hound. The poison extracted from the source of decay and darkness created a death zone in the center of the square. This was no less than a blow from the Death Cloud Technique that cleared it instantly.??Large area.
Cangyang pulled Wang Ming and jumped up from the horse, dodging the corpses scattered in the air and landing on the back of the corpse hound.
"Mia, take out that thing. Although it's not finished, it's ready for use."
Wang Ming leaned down obediently and inserted his hand into the back of the corpse hound. The corpses that were hinged to each other gave way one after another, revealing a large hole formed by countless pale limbs. Inside the hole shining with pale death light stood a white bone spell. stick.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Ming put his hand on the staff and gently pulled it out of the muddy darkness.
"In the name of the God of Death, I order those of you who were killed to sacrifice five times as many lives to me if you wish to be reborn!"
The soldiers who had already fallen began to move, and scalp-numbing screams came one after another.