At night, Su Yang walked on the streets of London, playing with the sapphire in his hand, and crossed into a true energy. He felt that the holy power contained in the gem suddenly had an extremely strong resonance, and a strange color flashed inside the gem.

"It's a pretty interesting gadget."

This holy light gem was used by Diana to contact the current Arthur and herself by Diana. Just input the true energy to let them know Su Yang's location as soon as possible and come quickly.

"This is a perfect time period, it's time to visit an old friend."

The Holy Light Gem was put into the "Cangjian." Su Yang's figure was sank into the night, and at an astonishing speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, he extended the Thames River to the southeast quickly.

Half an hour later, Su Yang had already left London and came to a dense and gloomy forest. This was a terrifying area called "the land of curses" by the locals. It has existed for hundreds of years.

With the continuous rise in land prices and the progress of the human financial system, this "cursed land" has been targeted by many real estate developers in this century, but no one has been able to develop successfully, and there are even fewer opportunities to enter it.

It's really because this forest is so weird and terrifying. No matter who it is involved, no one can end up well whenever it comes to this forest.

No matter whether you are a huge businessman who is rich enough to rival a country or a powerful nobleman, as long as you are involved here, no one will die well.

Over time, the reputation of "The Cursed Land" spread throughout Britain. Even a powerful state machine like the British government, after two efforts to develop and pay a heavy price, completely selectively forgotten the existence of this large area of ​​land.

As if Su Yang had not seen the warning sign in front of the "Curse Land", he walked into it.

The cold wind that makes people stand on their hair whistle through the forest, adding a bit of horror in the dark night. If the locals see it, they will definitely kindly remind Su Yang that this is a place for strangers to enter. If you are lucky and not killed by the ghosts wandering in the forest, you will also be trapped in the black fog in the forest and cannot find any way out.

A trace of black mist visible to the naked eye lingered in the forest like an unjust soul. However, once it touched the three meters of Dao Su Yang's body, it would be difficult to make any progress and was protected by the defenses formed by his spiritual sense.

The seemingly dense and unreachable "cursed land." Su Yang seems to be familiar with it. You must know that the most important protection in the forest, the "Demon Soul Dragon Maze Array" was set up by Su Yang himself in his previous life.

"Old man Hart, old friend is here, why don't you come out and greet him?"

At some point, Su Yang had already come to a row of stone houses with a wide area. Seeing the familiar scenery, Su Yang couldn't help but say.

The huge wooden door of a stone house suddenly opened, and two fists-sized green fires suddenly lit up in Yesen. After closer inspection, it turned out to be an eyeball of an axe-holding skeleton that was more than four meters high.

The giant skeleton held a six-meter-long heavy axe in both hands. It jumped a lot, spanning more than ten meters away, slashing the axe towards the sky, slashing towards Su Yang. Judging from its momentum, even a heavy tank would probably shatter under this slash.

Faced with all this, Su Yang was still calm and smiled faintly: "Is this your newly created undead creature? It's much bigger than before and moves faster, but unfortunately I just have no brains."

"Black Diamond, play with this skull, be careful not to ruin him, otherwise, this old stingy man, Hart, will be heartbroken."

Just as the giant axe was about to kill Su Yang, a huge black shadow soared into the sky. The black diamond that was originally in Su Yang's arms showed its true form. A huge head greeted the axe blade without any hesitation.

"Clang"

A sound of gold and iron clashing came out, and the black diamond entrenched on the ground in vain, shaking the powerful giant axe-holding skeleton several meters away, and even rolled up the sharp axe blade.

"China is not Guoyang, what kind of monster is this? Is your pet?"

"Oh my God, this is too big, is it an undead?"

"Stop fighting, my Hart Eight has been created after thirty years of hard work" and it is not complete."

At this time, an old man with a tufted figure with a cluster of goatee and a dirty robe ran out of another stone house and stopped panting.

"You old boy, now you know."

When Su Yang saw the visitor, he laughed and said, "Is this number eight? I remember that the skull you made more than 60 years ago is number six, so your progress is slow enough."

Seeing that the Black Diamond had no intention of continuing to crush No. 8, Hart felt relieved and glared at Su Yang with resentment and said, "My speed is quite slow. Do you know how difficult it is for me to be the last undead mage on earth."

Then Hart looked up and down at Su Yang, and said in amazement: "China Wu Guoyang, if you are willing to let me study it, I believe I am likely to become the most powerful necromancer in history. After so many years, you are stronger than before, and you are getting younger and younger. China Wu Guo is really a magical place, and you are like a monster guy like you."

Su Yang and Hart were familiar with each other during World War II. At that time, Su Yang was in a prosperous position in London. Out of curiosity, he broke into the "cursed land" and broke through many restrictions placed by Hart in the forest. After a battle, the two became good friends.

As the last undead mage on earth, an old antique who has lived for 800 years, Hart got a lot of inspiration after getting to know Su Yang and made great progress in undead spells. Su Yang even set up a large array of magical sects in the forest to protect his garrison.

Of course, Hart is also very friends and has done a lot of things for Su Yang. In the Battle of the Tower of London, in order to help Su Yang, Hart even sent his life-threatening slave. In that battle, Hart One, Hart Two, and Hart Three were completely destroyed, Hart Four and Five were severely injured, and only Hart Six was able to escape unscathed.

In addition, in that battle, Hart completely suppressed the black wizard who was worshipped by the blood clan for generations and finally killed it, causing the black wizard, a foreign race to be completely destroyed in the long river of history, which can be said to be a great help.

Both are almost immortal aliens, but the paths they choose are different from the general directions. With similar interests, it is not difficult to understand.

"Study me?"

Su Yang smiled evilly, "If I die one day, I don't mind your research."

In Hart's room, the Necromancer enthusiastically filled Su Yang with a glass of green liquid he prepared himself and said, "Try my newly brewed lizard dragon wine, only you are qualified to drink it, because you are Hart's only friend."

Su Yang drank it all with a refreshing drink and said with relief: "Old guy, it's been more than 60 years in a flash, and the strange-flavored wine you made is still so delicious.

Hart proudly said: "That's nature. Before I chose the path of the Necromancer, I was the best winemaker in the British Empire.

"By the way, why are you back this time?"

"I want to kill all those annoying smelly bats." Su Yang said straightforwardly.

"Kill them all?" Hart said with a puzzled look.

"Yes, no one left."

"I said China has no Guoyang. Although you are very powerful and are stronger now than in the past, this is still an impossible task."

Hart frankly said: "The blood clan is deeply rooted in London. Even if the powerful Holy See joins hands with the British royal family, it has not been able to do this in the most vulnerable era of the blood clan."

Su Yang didn't mind Hart's blow at all, and smiled and said, "I'm here to find you."

Hart showed a laughing and crying expression when he heard this, and muttered, "I know that you are here to find me, there must be nothing good. No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, which I have worked hard for most of my life, has been destroyed. No. 4 and No. 5 have finally been repaired. There are only a few immortal slaves on hand. A genocide-destroying war against the blood clan. This little power has no effect at all."

Su Yang patted Hart on the shoulder and suddenly threw more than ten Tongyou grasses collected from the "spiritual realm" in front of Hart and said, "Old guy, when did you see me not feel good enough? Over the years, the reason why you have created eight immortal slaves is not that you lack your ability, but that you cannot find enough materials."

"There are fewer and fewer raw materials in this world that can make immortal slaves. If I provide you with high-quality raw materials, are you sure to create an army of immortal slaves in a short period of time?"

The moment Su Yang took out the "spiritual grass", Hart's eyes were attracted by this treasure that was not rare in the spiritual realm. He couldn't put it down and picked up a spiritual grass and put it on his nose and sniffed it. His obsessive and intoxicated look seemed to be holding his life.

Most of the power of the necromancer lies in the immortal slaves they create, which can reflect the power of a necromancer in terms of quality and quantity.

As the last necromancer on earth, Hart has been baptized for eight hundred years and has extensive experience and means in the art of creating undead spirits, but what has always been the lack of raw materials for creating immortal slaves.

There is no shortage of immortal slaves, after all, there are still many deceased strong people in this world.

What is lacking is the various potions needed in the manufacturing process. You should know that as early as thousands of years ago, when the earth's resources were not yet scarce, the most powerful necromancers even had an undead slave army that was enough to compete with the entire kingdom army.

At this moment, the "spiritual grass" that Su Yang took out is the main material for the most important medicine needed to create an immortal slave.

He reluctantly put down the "spiritual grass." Hart swallowed and said, "China has no Guoyang, I can create many immortal slaves for you as much raw materials as you have, but you also know that these "spiritual grass" are not enough."

Su Yang pointed: "Old guy, don't worry about the raw materials. The Immortal slaves you created are yours and have nothing to do with me. You just need to let the Immortal slaves you created for me to dispatch for a while."

"Of course, with your powerful undead manufacturing skills, under the premise of having sufficient and high-quality raw materials, creating immortal slaves should have the strength not inferior to the blood clan viscount, and they should be of great importance but not weight. I think you should understand this."

Hart's lean and fleshless face squeezed out a smile that was better than crying and couldn't see much, and said confidently: "If the other raw materials you provide are of the quality of these psychic grasses, the immortal slaves I made can fully achieve the combat power of the blood clan earl, or even stronger."

This is the confidence of a necromancer. In this regard, no one in the world has the authority of 7 billion people.

"Yang, let me tell you a secret. As early as three hundred years ago, I once got the body of a peerless strong man. I think this time may be an opportunity to get him back on his feet. You should also know that a real good product must be refined with the best potion and cannot be wasted easily."

"A peerless strong man? Who was his identity during his lifetime?" Su Yang said curiously. The body of a strong man who was so treasured by Hart would definitely not be an unknown person.

"Arthur!"

"No wonder, but when people from the British royal family saw that a certain Arthur, you were transformed into an immortal slave by you, you were in trouble."

"Tsk, I don't care what they think." Hart said disdainfully.

"It's up to you, tell me what raw materials you need, I'll prepare them for you now."

An hour later, standing in front of various rare raw materials piled up like a hill, Hart's eyes burst into an unprecedented glimmer of excitement.

"Yang, you are simply a miraculous existence. These things are simply impossible to be discovered on this earth."

Su Yang shrugged and said, "It seems that you have to be busy for a while, and I will not waste your time. I will come to you some days later. You must hurry up and create an immortal slave."

Hart was ready to rush and said, "Don't worry, now I have begun to believe in your idea of ​​destroying the blood clan, haha."
Chapter completed!