Dyson led a god's skeleton back and asked as he walked: "Do you have a name?"
The Skeleton of God was at a loss for a while. After Dyson repeated it again, it realized that the other party was talking to it. Its soul trembled and its voice sounded: "I forgot."
"No, why don't you even forget your name? Does this divine power last even after death?" Dyson muttered twice with a bitter look on his face, and said, "Then let's call you 'Divine Bones'."
The Skeleton of God was stunned and did not speak.
"Divine Bones, Lord Locke asked you to cooperate with me to eliminate the lackeys of the God of Forsaken Hope. However, because of my special identity, I am now lurking inside the Church of Light, collecting intelligence and reporting for Lord Locke. I cannot be exposed casually. , so you can only do it yourself, and I will guide you to the goal. By the way, what are your abilities?" Dyson asked.
Shengu was at a loss.
"It's about what skills or combat moves you have." Dyson sighed.
Dyson was already disappointed when he failed to fool the Lord of Death, and now he sent him a stupid guy. From the looks of it, he didn't seem very smart.
Dyson was quite happy when he saw the divine mark on his forehead. The skeleton transformed from the body of a god should be very strong, right? But after a few words, he has discovered that skeletons are just skeletons after all.
After repeating it several times, Shen Gu finally understood what he meant. Shen Gu suddenly arched his body and roared silently.
Dyson couldn't hear this silent roar, and was wondering what the divine bones were doing. At this moment, the whole earth boiled, and countless skeletons scrambled to get up and rush here at full speed.
"Skeleton summoning? It's useless, right?" Dyson muttered.
As soon as he finished speaking, a spatial rift opened next to Shen Gu, and a golden skeleton jumped out.
"Space summons!" Dyson was suddenly shocked.
This was just the beginning. A steady stream of space cracks opened one after another in front of the divine bones, and golden skeletons jumped out one after another, more than twenty in total.
After these golden skeletons popped out, they looked left and right, and finally their eyes focused on Dyson.
There are descriptions of summoners in many knights. Some low-level summoners can summon things through other dimensions to help them fight. This setting is very unreasonable.
The power required to penetrate space is extremely huge, and it is impossible for low-level summoners to do it. Only very powerful space magicians, such as esoteric mages like Siludi, can quickly penetrate the same plane.
If you want to travel to other planes, you need precise coordinates and very rigorous calculations, and Siludi can't do it easily.
Therefore, space summoning is definitely not an easy task, otherwise, the world transfer station and the heavenly fortress will be of no value.
However, this god's skeleton easily summoned a bunch of golden skeletons to its side, and judging from its posture, it seemed that it was not exhausted, but because there were no more golden skeletons. Could it be that the silver skeletons couldn't get into its eyes?
While he was wondering, Dyson suddenly realized why these golden skeletons were surrounding him?
"Don't fight! One of our own!" Dyson held a holy shield in front of him, blocking the collision of one of the golden skeletons...
Fortunately, Divine Bones stopped it quickly, otherwise more than twenty golden skeletons would have demolished Dyson, and history would have added a heavy chapter: Archbishop Dyson called for reinforcements, but was beaten to death by a group of reinforcements.
Fortunately, such a tragedy did not happen, but seeing the holy shield he released, Shengu stared at him in confusion.
"Undercover, undercover, I'm working as an undercover in the Church of Light now. It's normal to learn two moves of light magic. Okay, let's go, pretend, and I'll take you away."
Dyson dug out some leather armor, masks, cloaks, targets and the like from the storage ring, wrapped the divine bones and these golden skeletons tightly from head to toe, and then teleported them to the main plane.
First find a secret place to hide these golden skeletons, and then leave with the divine bones.
After some arrangements, two days had passed. He took the divine bones and rushed to the north of the Principality of Montenegro to join the dwarf army. His substitute had already led his men to join the dwarf army, preparing to bypass the Principality of Montenegro. Attack Meishen City from both sides of the desert.
This time, Dyson's team can be said to be all elite, and all the team that have been withdrawn from the Sunken Land have been summoned by him this time. These are all close confidants and would not be easily transferred.
The Sunken Land stands in front of Harvey's undead army. It has experienced thousands of years of construction and is very powerful.
He had always thought that the Dragon God Transformation belonged to the Dragon Clan. If the Dragon Clan had not intervened, Dyson felt that his men had been enough to bulldoze Meishen City. He called in the dwarves to reduce losses.
Guliani also sent an envoy and came up with an agreement to warn the dragons, not allowing them to intervene in the battle on the mainland again. He hoped Bruske would listen. If not, then...
Thinking of the excitement, Dyson had so much power in his body that he almost couldn't hold it back, but thinking of the divine bones behind him, he quickly pressed it down again.
As they moved forward, they were about to arrive at the agreed meeting point. Dyson suddenly saw someone farming on the roadside ahead.
Yes, farming. There are people farming in this wilderness?
In order to keep his actions secret, Dyson specifically set the meeting point to the north of the Principality of Montenegro. It is separated by a mountain from the Principality and is inaccessible. There are actually people farming here?
When Dyson saw the farmer, the farmer also noticed them, raised his head and looked at him, then looked past him, and his eyes fell on the divine bones behind him.
The land is newly cultivated, with complete furrows, horizontal and vertical lines, and is very neat. It looks like it was cultivated by experienced farmers. Judging from the scale of the farmland, it cannot be cultivated in a day or two.
Seeing this, Dyson felt reassured that at least it was not a trap for them, but a real farmer.
Dyson glanced at it and stopped paying attention. It was his glory that the humble farmer and the noble archbishop took one more look at him.
But the farmer looked straight at him, not at him, but at the sacred bones behind him, which were covered tightly from head to toe, and he didn't know what he could see.
Maybe it was wrapped too tightly that aroused the farmer's curiosity? Forget it, let’s give him a small punishment: “Deterrence!”
The simplest one-word Holy Word technique, as Dyson shouted, a force fell on the farmer.
The expected screams or panic did not happen. The farmer tilted his head and finally turned his eyes back to Dyson.
Dyson frowned, feeling a familiar feeling in his heart. It seemed like he had seen this look somewhere before?
At this moment, there was an armored man in the distance, with fists in his hands, bending over and retreating all the way back. There was a straight ditch immediately beyond where the armored man passed.
Soul weapon? Digging?
Dyson's mouth opened in a circle subconsciously. What the hell, using soul weapons to cultivate farmland? Do you want this luxury? Hey, this soul weapon looks a bit familiar. Have you seen it somewhere?
Dyson's question was quickly answered, because a Holy Spirit angel carrying a bucket flew over.
The time Ange ambushed Dyson was in the dark night, and the two sides did not see each other's faces. They only remembered each other's breath, but it is difficult to sense things like breath clearly before taking action.
However, with his skilled eyes, familiar armor, and familiar Holy Spirit Angel, Dyson instantly flashed past the scene that day, and was so frightened that he screamed loudly: "Assassins! Is it you!?"
Ange tilted his head in confusion. He was just clearing up wasteland here. How could he become an assassin?
When the five major forces in the plane security conference conspired to assassinate Dyson, and the dwarf army was still inside, Ange, a farming skeleton, didn't actually need to do anything, just watch them play.
Ange would waste his time watching them fight and play? No way, when I happened to come over, I saw a piece of wasteland, which was very suitable for cultivation, so I brought the little zombie cherub over.
Halfway through the road, two creatures came on the road, one was a human and the other was not a human. The non-human one had an unabashedly powerful soul.
In this way, Ange has seen the third most powerful soul. The first is Harvey, the second is the Great Sage, and the soul in front of him is the third most powerful.
Just as he was wondering, the human suddenly fired a Holy Word spell at him?
Why 'question mark'? Because Ange didn't feel hurt, he was wondering if the other party was greeting him, but the aura of this holy word technique was so familiar. Where had he seen it before?
He called the little angel zombie over and gestured towards Dyson, and he quickly thought: "Dyson!"
"Sure enough, it's you! How did you know that I would pass by here? There was a traitor who informed me!" Dyson was so angry that he jumped on his feet, slapped his chest hard, and shouted at the Divine Bone: "Kill them, they are assassins."
In order to assassinate him, he put a lot of effort into cultivating the land, carrying water and digging ditches, and he was almost deceived.
He was angry that his enemy had arranged so many things calmly, but he never thought that they were really just farming.
He slapped his chest, and it was as if he smashed something into pieces. A ball of flowing light began to flow from his chest, quickly wrapping around his whole body, turning into a majestic bishop's robe, and a scepter emerged.
As soon as the scepter appeared, he saw the armored man. He pushed towards his position with his hands covered with hoes, and the death breath surged from his body.
Dyson felt alarmed, and immediately punched the scepter to the ground. The holy light on his body surged, and a black light shone on him - the death breath shock wave.
The little zombie followed the example of the little angel. Whenever it encounters a powerful enemy, it will use its big moves.
After the black light passed, a miserable Dyson appeared. His majestic robe was in tatters and was about to fall apart. Half of his hair and brows were burned off and were still smoking. , sustained damage.
Holy light has additional damage to undead creatures, and death's breath also has additional damage to light magicians.
Dyson desperately slapped the smoking area to extinguish the intrusion of the death breath, and at the same time shouted to the divine bones: "Do it quickly, kill them, they are the lackeys of the God of Forsaken Hope, do it quickly."
Shen Gu tilted his head in confusion. This situation was somewhat beyond its ability to think. Was it the enemy who used the death breath shock wave?
Forget it, don't think about it anymore, anyway, the king's order is to help him, just listen to him.
The divine bones arched and the soul roared.
The roar of the soul turned into waves of impact and spread forward. All the insects and the like on the ground were blown out of juice, but they were immediately interrupted by a beam of light.
The little angel opened his true wings, transformed into wings of light, and pushed his four wings forward - the holy light shone.
If someone has been keeping records, they will find that the little angel's holy light shines more powerfully each time.
The beam of light shone on the body of the divine bone, instantly vaporizing all the clothes and armor on it, leaving only a skeleton.
Not only was this bone not burned by the additional damage from the holy light, but it absorbed the remaining power of the holy light, causing the bones to glow faintly.
This strange change made Ange tilt his head. The little angel also tilted his head and looked at Ange in confusion.
Divine Bone's roar was interrupted, and he was pushed back a few steps by the flash of holy light, but apparently he was not seriously injured, so he arched his head and roared again.
Space cracks opened one after another, and golden skeletons jumped out from them.
The golden skeletons who stepped out of the plane rift immediately stared at Dyson, who was surging with holy power.
Dyson was so angry that he shouted: "I am one of my own, over there, over there, look over there."
The golden skeletons looked blankly in the direction Dyson was pointing. They were golden skeletons. They had awakened a certain amount of wisdom and knew how to think. Although their intelligence was not high, they were not easy to fool. They were obviously annoying. The strength guy, more like the enemy.
Turning his head, he saw Ange taking out a tall golden skeleton.
Dagu rubbed his eyes and said angrily: "What did you ask me to do? I slept well."
Ever since he discovered that Ange had the liquid of death's breath, Dagu fell in love with bathing. He treated Locke Duroken as he did, soaking in the barrel of the liquid of death's breath and falling asleep.
However, it was too big, and there was no wooden barrel suitable for it. It could only curl up with its knees in its arms, like a big guy who had snatched a child's bath tray.
Everyone else ran to ambush Archbishop Dyson. Only Big Bone was left in Ange's space, so he had to drag him along.
The little angel stretched out his hand and pointed at the divine bone: "Ouch!"
Dagu said hesitantly: "Fighting? Isn't it bad? What should I do if the fight breaks?"
The little zombie reached out and pointed at the divine bone: "Ouch!"
Dagu said helplessly: "Okay."
Turning towards the golden skeletons and divine bones, the big bones bared their teeth and claws, and roared fiercely.
The golden skeletons looked at each other, probably because they felt provoked. Then they looked at Big Bones, and the soul energy in their eyes was burning.
With a scream, more than twenty golden skeletons rushed forward.
Da Gu sighed and stepped forward helplessly: "Be careful, don't touch it, hey, be careful, be careful."
While shouting to be careful, he slapped the golden skeleton away.
Big Bone is a three-meter-tall giant skeleton. Its soul is naturally larger than others. It is also a golden skeleton, but it can hold up dozens of ordinary golden skeletons in a fight.
Looking at the divine bones standing there, and then at Ange, who stood still, Dyson sighed: "It's really useless. In the end, I have to take action myself."
Things shouldn't be like this. It should have been his stand-in who led the army to approach Meishen City. He was secretly waiting for an opportunity to release these golden skeletons at the right time, instead of being left alone and blocked here.
"Then, let me show you the power of God." Dyson took a deep breath, and a special power burst out from his body.
The power of God? What god? Ange stretched out his hand and took out the Redemption Hammer of the Goddess of Redemption. After thinking about it, he took out the Thunder Hammer of the Dwarf King, one in each hand.
A ring of scales appeared on his back. The divine patterns on the ring were very strange, with some additional marks of sickles and ears of rice.
PS: I’m a little frustrated. My former leader, a senior in the industry, passed away yesterday. Alas, he was only a few years older than me. Life is too unpredictable. Someone asked me why I always write about skeletons? Maybe he is afraid of death. I hope there will be a new world of eternal life after death. I wish his soul peace.
