The two girls were already used to Mo Bei's intermittent neurosis.
Although Ashes lost the ability to speak, he was the last human who tried to prevent Andariel from entering the cathedral.
Regarding the collective corruption and rebellion of the bishops, he still firmly believed in his faith and planned to use the power of the holy light in this temple to fight against Andariel's invasion.
However, he didn't get any response. He could only stand in front of Andariel like an idiot while holding the Holy Deed, looking at the mockery on his face.
His soul was shattered by his faith, and the flesh and blood of his body quickly dissolved and eroded under the gaze of the Queen of Pain.
Andariel didn't trample his remains to pieces, leaving him soaked in a pool of poisonous rot. Then the endless demonic energy of hell was released, shrouding the Holy See's temple in corruption and darkness.
After his skeleton crazily absorbed the poison and coldness in this space, he was reborn in his current image.
Now, only darkness and hatred remain in his consciousness. That human's nonsense provocation made him feel an anger that wanted to corrode everything.
The violent poisonous gas on the pulpit continued to surge, surging rapidly between the hollow bones of the ashes, as if they were panting violently, and actually made bursts of sharp neighing sounds.
Then the green skeleton actually rose into the air under the surging poisonous gas, but it didn't last long before falling to the ground in front of the three of them.
As the ashes got closer, the poisonous gas around the three people completely went wild and stirred wildly. A poisonous storm centered on the ashes rolled up in the entire cathedral.
Milol, who had the lowest poison resistance among the three, all had 40% poison resistance. At this time, he hardly felt any discomfort in this poison storm.
Mo Bei stepped on the eighth-level purification aura and looked at his motionless health, even feeling a little sorry for the other party's efforts.
As the last boss-level monster guarding Andariel's lair, Ashes is a nightmare for teams with insufficient poison resistance.
Although it blocked many teams from outside the cathedral, it was also used as a touchstone by the job changers to challenge Andariel.
Mo Bei has been paying attention to various equipment with poison resistance since a long time ago, and he was lucky enough to get the hand of death and a shield with 17 total resistance. After a lot of effort, he got a poison-resistant dark gold belt from a druid.
And Perona is even more European. Before coming out this time, Chaxi had just injected 32% of the poison resistance into her mask.
So it was a tragedy for this low-income classmate who was very partial to subjects.
The only thing that troubled the three of them was that the ashes had magic resistance, which made the holy light bullets and fire spells that were best used to deal with undead creatures less effective when they fell on it.
Even so, Mo Bei just felt that they were beating a high-power electric fan.
After the ashes suffered a series of cruel abuse, a powerful frost nova exploded before death, and even the broken bones quickly evaporated into poisonous mist like dry ice.
Mo Bei grabbed an emerald green ribbon from the ground and was happy.
Dark gold! But I haven’t seen him for a while!
I quickly identified them, but I still have to hurry up and chase those bastards.
Renemo
sash
Defense: 2
Durability: 12 out of 12
Required Level: 7
+15 mana
+30% mana regeneration speed
+5 to all resistances
+1 illuminate range
Shaking this green belt out of his hand, he handed it to Perona with gloating, finally someone was ugly with him!
Then he watched Perona tie her belt around her waist and hang down two ribbons, one long and one short. There was actually a hint of fairy spirit in her playfulness.
Mo Bei was stunned. Is this what the fashion industry says, there are no ugly clothes, but you just don't know how to wear them?
He followed suit and pulled his red belt to one side.
What the hell. . . .
The best one is the Northern Shaanxi Yangko Team. . .
Is it so down-to-earth? .
Another piece of equipment is an elaborate headband. Mo Bei was looking forward to the attributes of this piece of equipment. In his impression, such headbands often had attributes that could improve skill levels.
Forehead of the Elf
headgear
Defense: 49
Durability: 27 out of 35
Required level: 18
+1 passive and magical skills
+10% high speed running/walking
+15 life
Poison resistance +29%
Spell damage reduced by 2
"Hey!? Look! Do you think my hands are red?" Mo Bei was excited as he held up this headband with excellent properties.
"Red..." Milor nodded.
"Tsk...I'm not talking about gloves, I'm talking about...forget it!"
He handed the headband to Milor with a worried look on his face.
The three of them entered the side hall, searched for a while, and found a downward staircase between two extremely thick stone pillars.
The steps are very wide, and from the incomplete murals beside the passage, some content about angels guiding the deceased can still be vaguely discerned.
This should be the passage leading to the catacombs of the cathedral. The three of them immediately rushed into the passage, hoping to catch each other's traces.
When they encountered the ashes, the three of them were able to basically conclude that the Wizard's Guild team seemed to have some means of avoiding being attacked by monsters.
Thinking of the barbarian Mahar who could transform into a demon, and the druid who was in the weird werewolf form among the Warev caravans, Mo Bei felt that this didn't seem too strange. Those people were nothing like the monsters of hell. the difference.
The only difference is probably that these people like to run around and cause trouble, so Mo Bei and the others have to figure out what conspiracy they are setting up.
Regardless of whether there are monsters, they are still a little short of leveling up. After reaching level 18, their strength will definitely increase greatly. Even if the opponent is a relatively well-equipped team like last time, they can still be killed properly.
There are no anti-human arrangements in the catacombs. After all, it is the resting place of members of the Holy See throughout the ages. It seems that they still retain a trace of respect for this place.
But the monsters of hell don't care where this place is. The marbles with exquisite reliefs were all smashed to pieces, revealing the tomb chambers and coffins inside. The corpses that were originally sleeping inside were all corrupted by Andariel's corruption of the monastery. Joined the ranks of the army of hell.
Mo Bei and the others didn't go deep for long before they found several dead giant spiders, which were mutant creatures. It seemed that they still couldn't avoid the attacks of such monsters.
The internal organs flowing out of the spider's ruptured abdomen still looked slimy, and the surface had not yet begun to dry. According to the degree of dryness in the tomb, it should not have been dry for more than two hours.
Mo Bei stepped on the slender jointed limbs covered with spikes with his feet, as if he were stepping on iron bars.
Spiders are indeed very magical creatures. These light and agile hunters become extremely terrifying when they grow in size.
It moves quickly, its limbs are hard to be hurt by swords, and the silk it spins out is surprisingly strong. If you don't fall into their siege and get entangled in a thick layer of spider silk, you will be completely destroyed unless it can be burned away immediately with flames. Wrapped into a cocoon, it becomes their food reserve.
A group of fallen demons who were completely adapted to the darkness suddenly surrounded them, salivating over the three Mo Bei people and the spider corpses on the ground.
After discovering the traces of the Wizards' Guild team, Mo Bei naturally had no time to play with these little devils anymore, so he rushed forward with his sword.
However, several black figures that were even smaller than the Sinking Demon suddenly emerged from the group of monsters, holding short spears. The speed was almost like an afterimage, appearing somewhat elusive in this dimly lit environment.
These figures bypassed Mo Bei and surrounded Milor and Perona, but were frozen by an ice ring and their speed was greatly reduced.
It's Rat Man!
This is the dwarf clan. They were originally the indigenous people in the Kurast rainforest and were notorious cannibals. They later joined the hell side and accelerated the fall of Kurast.
They are half the size of the Sinking Demon, but they are extremely cruel and more agile. They are much more difficult to deal with than Sunken Demons, especially when they appear in groups and are accompanied by cannibal wizards, they become very deadly.
Of course, these few are not enough to watch at the moment, and they are also typical ones with high attack power and low health. They were nailed to the ground by Milor's halberd with thorns, and they let out bursts of sharp screams, which were as indifferent as the screams of big rats in the sewers. Second, no wonder he is called a rat man.
The three of them quickly killed these monsters and then continued to chase deeper into the tomb.
After centuries of continuous expansion, the terrain inside the tomb has become very complicated, and it often leads to dead ends, which are often the favorite places for the giant spiders called Orak to hang out.
These cunning spiders do not leave their silk everywhere, but quietly lurk in the excavated tombs. Once prey passes by, they will work together to drag the prey into the tomb, using the spider silk and the narrow The terrain traps prey inside.
The eight members of the Wizarding Guild who had reunited were also cursing at the many dead ends in the tomb and the Oracs who kept attacking them.
"Damn, this tomb is more complicated than those ruins in the desert, and those brainless ghouls are actually attacking us. Can't they sense the Bones of Divine Grace we carry?" one of them complained. .
"Bah! What the hell is the Bone of Divine Grace? Hey! It's your turn to wear it!" Another person said, taking off the broken bone pendant from the bloody neck and handing it to the person who spoke before. He spat viciously and then spoke.
"Hurry up and complete this damn mission, get the reward and leave here as soon as possible! After I go back, I want to lie on the sand and bask in the sun comfortably all day long! Damn it..."
Speaking of rewards, everyone's faces showed a look of anticipation.
"What do you want a reward for a maggot-like guy like you?" a companion behind him said sarcastically.
"When I become stronger, I will sneak into Lugaoin, twist off Graz's bastard head, and then go sleep with the Yamatene bitches!"
Several lewd laughters suddenly erupted from the dark passage of the tomb, and the conversation gradually began to become obscene.
