kill!

This is not only a noisy shout, but also the only thought in the mind of the figure fighting in the military camp at this time, with bloodthirsty light in countless eyes.

That is not the skill of a berserker, it is the murderous intent that suddenly arises in the heart! Crazy killing, bloody madness; regardless of one's own slash, even if the sword blade is curled and the enemy dies, they will have to cut it endlessly.

Cut the enemy into blood and blood, and it is not enough to relieve the mania in my heart. Only blood and more blood can extinguish the anger in my heart and let the murderous intent be released perfectly. "Kill!"

The strange smoke fluttered with a weird bright red color. No one noticed when the smoke was distributed throughout the military camp. Everyone's attention was on the enemy in front of him.

In the melee, there was no formation, no military formation, no command and dispatch, all the generals fell into unprecedented madness, controlled by the intent of killing, and fell into the abyss of endless killing.

Standing side by side with the old man in black robe, Duke Rose looked at the ordinary barracks in the distance that had been captured by his own army, and everything was perfectly developed according to the script expected in advance. He couldn't help but think that if a cavalry was rushing on the flank at this time, the king's army would definitely be defeated.

But what she wanted was not the victory of this war; she was not stupid, she knew that she could not confront the entire Sach kingdom. The Duke of Bauhinia was just a flag she arranged, but she didn't expect that she would also embark on this path.

But that's not bad. She no longer cares about anything. What she can get by paying a simple price is eternal life, eternal face, and endless power.

She didn't see the scene of fighting, but she could smell the tragic blood and the mania in the air, and could hear the tragic killing shouts and roars. The armor decoration on her body was better than reality. She was just a rebellious leader, not a commander.

"What a brave warrior, what a charming night," the old man in the black robe sighed, as if he was enjoying the pleasure of taking drugs, twitching slightly, "I can see the god of death wandering in the forest. The rich breath of death nourishes endless resentment, which can make all souls immortal."

The Duke of Rose frowned and glanced at her. The crazy state of her partner beside her made her feel a little disgusted; but for the sake of this transaction, she wisely chose to endure it.

"You should take action." "Don't worry, my beautiful Majesty, the feast of death has just begun." "Then there is no need to worry about celebrating the merits, Your Majesty? What I want is that immortal army."

"They are about to appear." The old man in the black robe laughed strangely, bowed slightly to the Duke of Rose, and held out a ball with a diameter of more than ten centimeters in both hands. In the ball, the black gas rolled, like a ferocious beast imprisoning the darkness. "Execute your thoughts, in order for you to fully command this army, I need three drops of your blood."

Duke Rose looked at the black ball, hesitating on his face. In the reflection of the torch beside him, the ball emitted a little strange light.

"Master, don't." The white-haired old man suddenly appeared on the village building and stopped him, "The soul priest of the dark camp, put away this undead ball!" "Tsk tsk, interfering with the master's decision, this is not the loyal act of a follower." "Shut! Otherwise I will suppress you in the endless abyss!" "Hahaha, why? Ridiculous magic?"

"Sir..." She suddenly stood in front of Garfield, with a little wet in her eyes, and bowed to the old man. "I am alive now just to make that man die miserably. Thank you for your help over ten years, Lina cannot repay this life."

"No matter what I become, I will never forget your teachings." Taking a light breath, the long sword in my hand drips across my fingertips, and handed them behind me with three drops of blood. "But please execute my last order, leave here, and do not stop my revenge."

"Tsk tsk, what a noble blood," in the black robe, a scarlet tongue slashed across his mouth. He trembledly brought the ball upwards. The blood on the sword edge seemed to be triggered by the ball, and the anti-gravity floated up. "Slowly... slowly... there will be no more pain, no more beauty, the beautiful face will no longer fade away, and the flame will shine forever."

"Forget it." The old man closed his eyes and sighed, with a faint magic wave coming, his figure disappeared from the spot, and he didn't know where he was going. "Take care."

The blood drops on the long sword were gradually sucked away by the ball. You could see through the fire. Several bloody auras were injected into the ball, entangled with the black aura. The obscure and long spell sounded, and the undead ball held by a pair of dry and old hands flashed with a faint red light, as if some power was brewing.

"Ah!" The long sword in his hand fell on the stone slab. The Duke of Rose suddenly covered his throat and let out a scream. Seeing this, the guards around rushed forward, but were waved by the old man and fell off the village building. "No one can interfere with the sacred ceremony!"

"Ah!" Another shrill scream, her body curled up in the corner, twitching because of unbearable pain. There was no water stain in her eyes that had begun to dry up and sink. She had already cried and she had already cried.

She hates, she resents! She wants to take revenge! Revenge! No one can stop her sword of revenge, no one can!

By the way, what should I do with Kemier? When my spiritual sense is dying, I suddenly remembered my sister whom I depend on for life, that innocent and weak girl. Will she... No! I want to protect her from harm and use my power, endless power.

"Perfect transformation! Evolve into an eternal and immortal existence, and give birth to the most beautiful undead monarch! Hold the sacred weapon of the undead and the eternal and immortal army! Let your resentment destroy this illusory world! Transform!"

A brutally sharp whistle passed through the dark night sky, and it became darker as it became darker as the night fell.

He solved the dinner neatly, briefly talked about the scene he encountered today, laughed and made a few jokes with Hu Wei, and rushed back to the room to go online. He didn't know what happened in the short time he left, and the only thing he was worried about was Norton's safety; if Masi or the demon attacked, Norton would be unable to resist it alone.

Fortunately, the figure standing outside the tent was still upright, without any abnormality. I heard the sound of killing screams in my ears, and it seemed that there was a fight on the other side of the mountain. However, what does it have to do with him?

"Norton, what's going on in the distance?" Wang Xiaofeng got out of the tent, lit up the portable magic lamp, and slowly packed up the temporary safety point. After waiting for more than ten seconds, he looked at Norton who had not answered strangely, was shocked, and patted the Knight's shoulder forward.

"Kill!" A comrade suddenly roared and jumped backwards, followed by the yellow light of the magic lamp. Wang Xiaofeng saw the knight's pale face and blood-red eyes.

The spear suddenly stabbed towards his master. Wang Xiaofeng couldn't dodge and was stabbed in the shoulder, with blood splashing everywhere. "I x, Norton, you're crazy!"

"Kill!" The blood stimulated the knight's ferocity. The spear was pulled out with a blood arrow and was about to stab it again.

A comrade turned his head and ran away. Because he was always in a team, he could see a bright red state above Norton's head on the team interface - [Feast of Death]. It aroused the murderous intent in people's hearts, making people lose their true hearts in mania and turn them into a crazy killing machine.

Turning his head to release the sacred dispersal and auxiliary mind technique, two groups of holy lights wrapped Norton. The state of the Feast of Death flashed a few times and disappeared, and the Knight also stood there blankly.

I breathed a sigh of relief and added the treatment technique to myself, but the robe on my body was stained with blood, and the system would be refreshed in half an hour.

"Master!" Norton rushed over, threw his spear and knelt in front of Wang Xiaofeng on one knee. Although he didn't know what happened to him just now, attacking the loyal master would have to bear the heart-burning punishment of Wanhuo. "Norton deserves to die!"

"Get up, I'm fine." Wang Xiaofeng pulled Deli's subordinates up, sniffed the bloody smell in the air, and felt a little weird. "I didn't blame you just now, someone tampered with you, cursed or poisoned." "What?"

He shrugged, and suddenly felt a little irritated. The shouts of killing became more and more intense, making him frown. The night was somewhat strange. With the light, he suddenly discovered the red smoke floating in the air. The smoke was very faint. If he hadn't frown and pondered, he would probably not have seen it.

"There is a problem with the air! Reduce breathing!" Wang Xiaofeng shouted softly, Norton's curtain, whose eyes were red, woke up. The latter reached out to cover his mouth and nose, and his turbid mind suddenly became clear.

Observing with the light, this red smoke was everywhere within a range of fifty meters around, as if floating in the distance.

"Master! Look over there!" Norton suddenly exclaimed softly, Wang Xiaofeng looked along Norton's fingers, and his heart was shaking.
Chapter completed!