Chapter 47 Using the soul as salary, the undead alchemy

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Accompanied by the roar of the dagger hitting the magic shield, sparks flew everywhere under the heavy snow, and was knocked away by the speeding Peter, who kept approaching.

Cole's scalp was numb.

As the leader of the interception team, Cole's combat effectiveness is even higher than that of Sotep. With the ability to control metal elements, he is almost invincible against any enemy that relies on weapons.

But Peter was different. There was nothing iron on this guy.

The bone club he held in his hand was a weapon Cole had only seen in novels about barbarian wars in the Western Continent.

"Damn barbarian..."

Although Cole despised it, he didn't dare to pick it up randomly.

Sotep fell to the ground after being hit by this thing. It mainly deals simple physical damage.

His speed was frighteningly fast, and he was actually on par with himself who relied on the iron control technique to move horizontally.

The distance between Peter and Cole kept shrinking during the attack, and the daggers that they could not avoid were directly connected against the shield. Although there were many daggers, the strength of a single dagger could barely destroy a shield. He looked at the densely packed daggers. Demon Shield’s scalp is numb——

What the hell is this?

"You can't hit me, I'm a nimble dog in the mountains!"

Peter smiled wildly, do you understand the value of my Brother Potter?

The animal bone club hit Cole on the head, and all the daggers could only be recalled urgently, forming an iron shield of daggers to withstand the club.

With a bang, the iron shield was deeply dented.

The bone club is not a heavy weapon, and Peter can swing it easily and flexibly with little extra strength. He hits another stick with his backhand, like striking iron, and the bone club almost becomes an afterimage in the air.

The dagger and iron shield were about to fail to hold up. Cole waved his hand and the iron shield exploded into a shower of blades, shooting towards Peter who was very close at hand——

"O giant spirit, protect the warrior in front of you! Riesige Geisterschranke!!!"

As soon as Peter's protective shield was broken, the torrent of earth elements came over him.

Looking at this elemental magic as thick as a mudslide, Cole almost spit out blood.

Only then did he notice the iron armor in the center of the battlefield. It was like a defense tower. Wherever it was hit, it was protected. Batman, with the shield, was even pressing down on the one-armed man to beat him. Seeing the count's guards... Cole was angry and anxious to dig through the rubble ahead and let the carriage run away——

"Rikki, what the hell are you doing! Why haven't you killed that magician yet—"

Rui Ji was flying in the sky with a bow and arrow, almost crying.

She was born in the orc tribe of the Western Continent. As an elite of the bat-man clan, she is proficient in poisoning, assassination, and air strikes. She is a natural assassin.

Rui Ji is a "legendary" gold medal killer certified by the Assassin's League. No fewer than ten nobles in the Southern Continent died at her hands. This is why she was chosen to participate in this operation, but...

Family members, who knows, I feel really helpless when shooting arrows at Iron Bastard alone.

Harry didn't even bother to look at her, he could cum as he pleased, it didn't matter.

The venom on the arrows is extracted from the Pluto Scorpion in the Hengduan Mountains. Even a physically trained warrior will die instantly if it touches even the slightest bit. Coupled with her perfect archery skills and terrifying arm strength, Rui Ji should be able to kill with explosive force. A magician with poor defense, but...

What the hell is this armor?

The rhinoceros warriors in the Ruiji tribe don't wear armor that thick. What's even more exaggerated is that arrows can't even scratch the armor. Are those colorful shield magic serious?

How can a magician not hit people but only provide shields? And is your magic power a bit too much?

Cole was also being pressed and beaten by Peter.

Aside from the iron-bending skills, Cole's body was not much stronger than that of ordinary people, and Peter finally experienced the feeling of a Galen beating him.

Brother, this feeling of pressing and hitting is really good.

Don't eat it, don't eat it!

Cole could only be beaten passively. His offensive should not be so weak. However, the only metal he could control in this icy and snowy canyon was the dagger he brought. It was too difficult to extract the iron element from Peter's body. He was flexible It's scary, it can't be locked at all.

Long time no see.

Cole felt helpless and frustrated. Peter's method restrained him to death. From the moment Peter got close, his control was almost at the limit all the time. He took apart and reassembled the dagger, and also had to take care of himself. Escape——

boom!

Another strike came, and this time the iron shield formed by the dagger was not completely blocked. The crooked keel rod hit his right shoulder, causing severe pain. The joint was probably shattered by the strike.

But Cole didn't even frown, instead he smiled.

This cloaked man wearing a red headband has been restrained far enough by him.

I dropped the task and completed it!

The empty eye sockets of the head floating on the top of the carriage suddenly lit up, and a frightening red light spread through every gap in the skull——

Blood mist, endless blood mist poured out from the empty eye sockets.

The corpses of people stuck with wooden stakes rolled down the canyon, one, two and three...

The soul turns to firewood and sets death on fire.

Suddenly, it was as if the gates of hell were opening.

The scarlet mist, which was countless times thicker than what Galen had shown before, descended into the canyon. The cold and hollow premonition of death filled everyone's heart. The screams of the undead shook the air, and the mist opened up. Opening its huge mouth, it devoured all the dead bodies, and finally revealed its true form——

A burning "death".

It was a terrifying cursed figure. The small canyon could barely contain the boiling curse power on it. A ferocious spine was filled with bone spurs under Galen's skull, and there were countless mouths and eyes on the dripping blood surface. These were the sacrifices it had just swallowed, and the resentment and vicious emotions were twisted and distorted into curses, spreading across the land.

One more look and your spirit will be polluted.

This is the power of witches that is comparable to ninth-level magic - necromantic alchemy.

What Galen performed was not even superficial.

The wizard hiding in the dark smiled crazily. Before his soul was burned out, even if it was only ten seconds, this supreme power would be used by him.

"Fuck it."

Peter knocked Cole unconscious with a stick, and felt numb looking at the large mass of flesh and blood souls that covered the sky.

If this thing is placed in the Demon King's City, it can be used as a boss at the end of the level.

The creature of death raised its giant hand and smashed it down on the people in the canyon.

It was not a body movement in the physical sense. The evil soul squirmed and turned into a quagmire, carrying an extremely terrifying spell and slamming down on them, like a thick and majestic rain of blood.

boom! ! ! ! !

The rock wall on the left half of the canyon suddenly collapsed, and the scattered guards and maids on the ground instantly turned into withered bones, dyeing the vast white snow scarlet.

They even maintained the same posture as when they were escaping, but there was no flesh and blood left on the pale bones. Even the carriage that opened the magic circle turned into a burnt black discus. The seventh-level defensive shield could not even be used for a moment. It exploded without being able to hold it up.

Instant kill.

In an instant, Earl Cavendish and his convoy were easily destroyed.

Peter's throat rolled.

Not fear of the power of death's creation.

But on the ground that collapsed and caved in under the pressure of the death curse, there was still a person standing.

The one-eyed oil painting was pasted on Sotep's face, and was slightly fluttered by the fishy wind.

He took hold of the sword.

The knight still stands on the earth.