Marlowe was in a very bad mood now. Although he was a level 15 senior hunter who was proficient in tracking, tracking a target of unknown strength in this intricate and smelly underground pipe network still made him feel unsure.
Marlowe was running wildly following the faint scent left in the air, while thinking to himself, "Damn bitch, you actually caused trouble for me. When I get rid of this little mouse, I will definitely fuck you to death..." ..”
Logically speaking, as a senior hunter, he shouldn't be distracted while tracking.
This is a very low-level error.
Marlowe knew this very well, but now he could only offset the fear rising in his heart by distracting himself.
Ever since he rushed into the dark underground pipe network, the fear in his heart began to grow.
This has never happened before.
Marlowe was a little panicked and even wanted to turn around and go back.
But he didn't dare.
Failing to complete a task and avoiding performing it are two different things.
The faith in his heart does not support him being a deserter...
Just when Marlowe was thinking wildly, a ferocious ghost claw pierced the darkness and headed straight for his Tianling Cap at an extremely fast speed.
It wasn't until the ghost claw was only two meters away from his Tianling Cap that Marlow became horrified and alert.
But, it's too late.
He only had time to move a step to the side before the ferocious ghost claws suddenly contracted and pinched him inside.
"Buzz..."
A spiritual explosion sounded immediately, causing Marlowe's spirit to tremble violently and he lost control of his physical body.
His body immediately lost its support and fell into the sewage on the side.
He didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky. Just when he was about to fall into the sewage, two bone spears shot out from the darkness in the distance, one after another, and penetrated his left and right shoulder blades.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
The huge impact carried by the bone spear caused his body to fly away, and did not stop until it was nailed into the wall not far away.
"Tap tap tap tap..."
A sound of footsteps came from the darkness in the distance, making Marlowe, who had just stabilized his spirit, reveal a look of despair on his face.
He turned his head and looked at the bone spear that shattered his shoulder blade, and the look of despair on his face became even stronger.
"Necromancer..."
"Damn it! How could it be a necromancer!!!"
"It's over, it's completely over this time..."
Wang Ye walked up to Maruo unhurriedly and looked at the guy who dared to follow him with a joking look on his face.
"Tell me, should you explain yourself, or should I slowly torture you?"
Marlowe was silent and even closed his eyes.
Wang Ye groped his chin and opened his panel information.
【Name:? ? ? 】
[Race: Human]
[Identity: Unknown]
[Main profession: Senior hunter LV.15]
[Skills: rapidity, rapid fire, breath concentration, scent tracking, faith protection, hound breeding...]
When he saw "Guardian of Faith" in the skill bar, Wang Ye's pupils suddenly shrank.
broken!
Encountered a religious organization!
Oh shit!
I knew that this adventurous group that kidnapped that bullshit saint would not be simple things!
Grass!
Religion is not to be feared; what is to be feared is organized religion.
People in religious organizations are famous for not being afraid of death, and for being tough-talking and tough-minded.
Wang Ye stood there, staring at Marlowe who was nailed to the wall. He gritted his teeth and said with a cruel look on his face: "Don't say it, then don't regret it. I want to see it. It's yours." You may be tough with your words, but my undead magic is tougher!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ye's legs suddenly exerted force, and he rushed to Maruo's side in a few steps, reaching out and pressing down on the other man's legs.
Zombie Transformation Technique, activated.
Mentally shocked, activated.
Mental shock, activated.
Suddenly, wisps of strong death energy escaped from Wang Ye's hands and quickly went towards Maro's legs.
"Ah!!! No!!!" Marlowe roared loudly, his eyes splitting with anger.
And roaring is the only thing he can do now.
Apart from that, there was nothing he could do.
His spirit was being pinned to the ground by Wang Ye and being crazily ravaged. If it weren't for the extreme pain, he wouldn't even be able to let out this roar...
It is impossible for a living person to be directly transformed into an undead.
Wang Ye's skill is destined to be impossible to succeed.
However, this is what Wang Ye wants.
As soon as the death energy entered Marlow's body, it showed a strong desire to attack, rapidly eroding Marlow's fresh flesh and blood, wiping out the activity of pieces of body tissue, and polluting every drop of vibrant blood... ..
The contaminated blood flows along the blood vessels, polluting the blood vessels it flows through, and finally flows into Marlowe's heart...
Marlowe's heart twitched crazily, trying to expel the invading dirty blood and try to save himself.
But there was an endless supply of dirty blood, and the heart's instinctive reaction not only failed to save Marlowe, but made Marlowe's condition worse...
"No!!!"
After giving Marlow another mental shock, Wang Ye slowly retracted his hands and asked in a cold tone: "Say, or not?"
Marlowe's face was pale, his eyes were bulging, his breathing was rapid, and every part of his body was convulsing violently. Large streams of sweat mixed with bits of blood seeped out from his pores, soaking his clothes.
"I...I...I..."
Suddenly, Marlow stretched his head forward and yelled at Wang Ye with wide eyes: "Kill me! I beg you! Kill me!!! I can't say it! If I say it, I have become a traitor, a traitor! My skin will be torn off by my Lord and fried in oil for a hundred and thirty-six days..."
Wang Ye looked at Marlowe as if he were a fool.
The religious organization this guy joined is definitely a small workshop.
Only these unpopular religious organizations would use these things to scare believers.
The so-called "gods" have to go out and skin them themselves. What a shabby "gods" they must be!
Furthermore, on Aquamarine, even the largest and most powerful religious organization, the Apocalypse Sect, does not have the so-called "divine descent".
It should be said that the "god" they believed in never gave him any instructions or orders, not even the simplest communication.
The so-called canons, doctrines, and canons are all compiled by generations of great sages. They are not at all drawn up by "gods" as they claim.
If they could not get power from "god", then whether this "god" really exists would be questioned...
Wang Ye is very knowledgeable about these things.
Now when I heard what this guy said, I immediately felt a little bit dumbfounded.
Squinting his eyes, Wang Ye looked at this guy who was about to have a mental breakdown and thought of a countermeasure...
