Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 756: Undead Klein

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Hearing Pamir's voice, the goblin commander was stunned for a moment, and then turned around. At this time, he couldn't believe his eyes.

" Colonel Pamir, why are you here... Are you still alive? My God... That's great... I thought you were eaten by a strange animal as a snack..."

The two ran over quickly, hugged each other fiercely, laughed and screamed, excited.

"Everyone, come out and see, our dear Colonel Pamir is back...he is still alive...he is still alive...hahaha..."

One by one, the goblins poked their heads from the iron bumps with iron pipes and the iron bumps that could fly into the sky, and they looked surprised and happy when they saw Pamir.

The goblins wore semi-circular helmets on their heads, and they wore large green combat uniforms. The goblin helmets that came down from the gunship also had a pair of goggles and blue combat uniforms.

"It's the team leader..."

"My lord..."

When the goblins saw Pamir, they saluted. It seemed that Pamir was their boss.

Pamir slammed Pivian’s shoulder hard, "Hehe, you kid, the command is not bad, I am also worried that after I am missing, your deputy head will take my seventy-five The legion is brought to the pit... Yes, the tactics for annihilating the psychedelic piranha are well organized..."

"Hehe..." Pi Wei'an scratched his head embarrassedly, and smiled, "This is all with the colonel, you usually teach well... the brothers of the Seventy-Fifth Legion are united, and they walked all the way here..."

"By the way, Colonel, why are you here?" Pivian asked, and he stared at Ron and the others who came with a vigilant look.

"They saved me..."

Pamir said, telling the story of Ron saving him.

While speaking, Ron was paying attention to these goblins. Each of them was wearing straight military uniforms. Although they were short in stature, they looked very heroic, with military seriousness and coldness in their eyes. , Unlike the goblins Ron encountered in the Shenandoah Continent, these goblins appeared more noble and civilized.

The strength of each of them is not high. Except for the strength of their colonel, Pamir, who has the strength of the sanctuary, as the deputy commander, Lieutenant Colonel Pivian only has the strength of a master-level powerhouse, and ordinary The strength of the officers is even lower, and they are generally at the sergeant level, and there are not many strong divisions.

To say that with such strength in the landlord plane of exile, it is basically the existence of being killed by a different beast, but these goblins have different things.

Goblin tank, ground-to-ground combat tool, eight pairs of road wheels, covered in iron armor, the turret is equipped with a 105mm rifled gun, powerful firepower, driven by two goblins, powered by crystal energy.

Goblin helicopter, air combat tool, can attack air and ground, equipped with Gatling 15mm heavy machine gun, air and ground missiles, flexible control and fast speed.

There are also goblin artillery, goblin heavy machine gunners, goblin snipers, etc., which have become a mature and powerful military system. Their degree of expertise in machinery far exceeds other races. This is also what the goblin clan can One of the reasons why the main plane of the great powers can stand firm.

The strength of the goblin clan is low, and the strength of the sanctuary like Colonel Pamir is already the best in the empire. It holds the elite power of the 75th legion and was dispatched by the king to the exile.

At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Pivian gave a military salute with a "pop--", "Report the commander, the 75th Goblin Empire has assembled, please give instructions..."

"Hmm!"

Pamir nodded, and in front of Lieutenant Colonel Pivian, he restored the superior temperament. He turned around and looked at Ron with a smile.

"Master Ron, thanks to your care along the way, I finally returned to my legion..."

Pamir saluted a military salute, "As the commander of the 75th Army of the Goblin Empire, I officially invite you to walk together..."

Ron thought for a while, and quickly agreed to Pamir's request. Since they have the same goal, that is Batlos Prison, what can't they do?

Ron was about to speak. Suddenly, a peculiar thought appeared in his mind for an instant, with a strong, cold aura, mixed with a trace of unfriendly, even hostile murder.

This breath is extremely dangerous!

Ron's hair stood up with a "whh--" and at the same time, he reacted quickly.

"Who? Who is there! Come out for me!"

When Ron said that, everyone in Noah's team tensed their nerves, even Colonel Pamir took a step back, grabbed one hand with one hand, and looked nervously at the square.

He knew that some powerful men with terrifying power could come around them without knowing it.

"Hehe, very good vigilance, I only breathed a little harder, I was discovered by you when I didn't expect it!"

At this time, a voice came out slowly, with a special magnetism, and then, a cloud of black mist emerged right in front of Ron, and an unusually pale, young, weird face slowly revealed .

"Necromancer?"

Ron’s complexion changed. He didn’t expect that he suddenly appeared as an undead magister just like him. He was wearing an undead black robe with a black hood over his head, revealing a young Yeah, pale face.

Like Nicole, this guy is a family of undead from the main plane. Upon seeing the undead, Ron's heart warmed and he felt an indescribable kind of intimacy.

The undead magister who appeared suddenly glanced at Ron and narrowed his eyes, but he didn't express anything in particular.

At this time, he looked at Pivian and said with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Pivian, I think I have already told you that we have no other choice except the Batlos Plane Prison. If we continue to waste time here, it will not be a good thing for you and me... …"

"Yes, Mr. Klein, I understand this, but..." Pivian looked embarrassed. He glanced at Pamir and said hesitantly, "Now our commander, Colonel Pamir has returned. ..."

"Head? Colonel Pamir?" The brow named Klein frowned. He lowered his head slightly, and his high collar covered half of his face.

"In other words, you have lost command of this army, have you?"

The young man named Klein took a deep look at Pamir. He knew that this goblin had a higher position than Pivian, and there was a trace of dissatisfaction in his expression.

"Then, Lieutenant Colonel Pivian, my cooperation with you is meaningless, Klein will leave now!"

"Wait a minute, this...Klein-sama..."

When Klein was about to walk away, Pamir stopped him.

At this time, Pamir knew from Pivian that the undead magister named Klein was a lone adventurer, in order to return to the main plane through the passage of the Barlow plane.

Pi Wei'an also learned of the conspiracy of the Red Silk Legion in his mouth.

Klein stopped.

Pamir also had his own considerations. At this time, he showed a friendly smile, "Master Klein, as you said, we have a common goal. With a strong like you joining, I believe we are The ancient guards who dealt with Batlos Prison were also more powerful..."

After listening to Pamir’s words, Klein hesitated, "Yes, since the treasure of the Red Silk Legion has been proved to be a complete lie, we can only choose to go back, but according to the current situation, we should be united. , And work hard to open up the space channel of Batlos..."

"It's not wrong, otherwise, who wants to stay in this ghost place where birds don't shit..."

Pamir smiled and said, "That's it! As the commander of the 75th Army of the Goblin Empire, I invite you to join! During the cooperation period, all the soldiers of our 75th Army took over everything. ..." Pamir smiled and turned to Ron, "This is Lord Ron. Just like you, he is also a Necromancer. You are cultivating the power of the same department. I believe there will be some common language..."

"Hello, Lord Klein!"

Ron bowed slightly and took the initiative to salute. He was humble. He could feel that the other party had no less power than himself.

Klein glanced at Ron, "Oh", nodded lightly, and said hello, proudly, "Your Excellency Ron, which race are you...from?"

"I am a human!" Ron said.

"Human?" Klein frowned slightly, then smiled, "You have cultivated undead magic to this level as a human being. It's already very good, but it's a pity that you can never use undead The magic is played to its strongest level..."

"Why?" Ron heard this argument for the first time, he asked curiously.

"Because you are a human!"

After Klein finished speaking, he had lost interest in talking to Ron. His black robe stretched out, and his body had disappeared in place. At this time, his faint voice came from the air.

"Mr. Pamir, as far as I know, countless adventurers are already on their way to the Batlloth plane prison. If you can't hurry, then face the powerful ancient guardians alone..."

"Yes, Lord Klein, let's set off right away!" Pamir saluted a military salute, his voice full of respect.

At this time, Fulijia leaned close to Ron and frowned, "Ron, how do I feel that this guy looks like a stinky fart? Are the necromancers from the main plane so proud? ?"

"This..." Ron shrugged helplessly, "Maybe he is very strong?"

Laffield also leaned over and whispered, "Ron, I don't seem to be able to see his strength. You said, if you are against him, who will be stronger?"

Ron pondered for a long time, then shook his voice, "I don't know, I have never confronted a necromancer of the same level!"

"In other words, you are not sure to deal with him..." Laffield looked at Klein's back in the distance and said to himself, "This guy is a trouble after all. I don't know if it is my illusion. I feel that he seems to be...somewhat hostile to us..."

Ron sighed and did not continue to talk about Laffield’s topic. In fact, he also felt that this Klein had a very familiar aura, as if he had met him from somewhere, but Can't remember...