Dust of History: Unbelievable (continued)

A necromancer fell silent. Even Nopolinot lost the initial fear and timidity, and fell into this murderous silence.

This time is indeed the time to be impolite and hypocritical, strength is more convincing than anything else. Although the coercion of this existence is enormous, and the impression it once left in their hearts is indelible, what the three of them said are all facts. Although his strength is definitely one of the top people in the mainland, it is absolutely impossible to be the opponent of the three necromancers.

The danger of challenging authority is indeed great, but the temptation is also irresistible, which means that the shadow hanging over your head will completely dissipate once you win. And the shadows above their heads were already few, as long as the sky above them was wiped away, it would undoubtedly be brighter.

Besides, killing the opponent by hand under such circumstances seems to be justifiable. Since the other party broke the contract first, there is no reason for another shadow that may be more terrifying to cover his head.

But after all, no one made the first move, because they are no longer the kind of age that can put their lives on their heads at any time and rush to fight. One has nothing to worry about, and one does not know how precious life is until one has lived a long time. And they are all famous, powerful, and powerful. After a person has a lot of these things, he will never be willing to die, and they are far from living enough. So they don't want to fight.

Finally, Master Aiden slowly broke the silence: "So let's forget it. After all, we are all members of Diyagu. It seems that there is no need to kill each other for the sake of outsiders. How about this... ...How about we make a bet?"

The golden skull mask chuckled: "What do you want to bet? How do you bet?"

"There are five ghosts here." Master Aiden pointed to the puppet flapping its wings in mid-air. "We haven't seen your zombie technique for a long time, so let's take a gamble. You create a zombie to fight these five gargoyles. We won't fight each other. If you win, we will leave. If we win, then you don't care about it, is that okay?"

The golden mask nodded: "Okay. I didn't expect that you two would like to play with these."

"Nopolinot. You operate the gargoyle." Master Aiden turned his head and looked at Nopolinot. At this moment when he turned his back to the golden skull mask, the way he looked at his two companions became very strange. "Be careful. Our victory or defeat is on you."

His two companions undoubtedly saw this look, but their faces and eyes seemed extremely calm, without a trace of inappropriateness or surprise. "I see." The obese necromancer jumped with a dexterous movement, and shared a gargoyle with another necromancer. Following his gesture, the remaining five gargoyles gathered in the air and formed a formation. The huge black stone body made neat movements under the command of the necromancer, like a soldier who had been practicing for a long time.

The necromancer under the golden mask sneered. He didn't operate the big eagle under him, but raised his hand out of thin air, and a ball of blue light slowly began to shine in his hand. When the light was dazzling, he flipped his wrist, and the blue light fell on the ground like water.

On the ground away from the high altitude, the corpses of the swordsmen began to squirm as soon as they were illuminated by the blue light. Those corpses with sound limbs stood up by themselves, and the flesh and blood that had been turned into pulp under the steel golem also kept wriggling and gathering, like a pile of bright red slime monsters.

Not only these fresh corpses, but also the surrounding soil is constantly turning. Some muddy, bone-like things emerged from the ground like new shoots in the spring rain under the blue light. These are corpses that have remained in this land for unknown how long ago. Some of these corpses are as big as rhinoceros, some are mice, and even insects. Most of them can hardly distinguish the shape before birth, and they are just a mass of flesh. Formless mud or broken bones, but now they all seemed alive when they moved.

Under the blue light that descended from the sky, the ground that was still dead just now is now full of vitality. There was movement here and there, emerging from the mud. If it weren't for the fact that the scene was too weird and frightening, this strange blue light was a bit like the legendary Holy Light of Salvation that revives everything. This area shrouded in blue light has a radius of hundreds of meters, and now the ground of these hundreds of meters seems to have suddenly become the legendary ghost hell.

Geffenhardt XVII's feet really started to flash at this time. If it wasn't for Roland, the patron saint in his mind, still standing beside him. He might have passed out with fright. He held Roland's hand tightly, and his voice was like sifting chaff: "...Let's run now..."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. With him here, I don't think there is any need. That necromancer is here to help us." Roland shook his head.

"Oh? This is for us..." Geffenhart looked up at the sky. The color of fear in the eyes slowly dissipated, full of surprise and shock.

In mid-air, the three necromancers looked at the blue light that revived countless corpses with ugly faces. Nopolinot smiled wryly: "It's just a bet. Is it necessary to combine undead natural disasters and gathering spirit thaumaturgy to synthesize a giant corpse puppet?"

"It's just a small part of the effort." The golden skull mask replied lightly. "Do you think I'm going to use my borrowed big eagle to deal with your gargoyle? Although this thing should be more powerful than the gargoyle, but I don't want to go underground. The only thing I'm dealing with in my life is the guy who does business They are very careful. Because I know these people are treacherous."

Nopoli Nott sighed, shook his head and said: "You are wrong. In fact, businessmen are the least treacherous. It's just that they like to put their interests on the surface. In fact, who doesn't live for interests? Say You have to be a little deeper, even things like feelings and beliefs are not beneficial to me? Those who have shameful calculations in their hearts are the real treacherous people. Compared with them, don't you think that my straightforward Are white people the most frank people?"

The golden skull mask smiled, nodded and said, "Oh? That's good. Let me see what tricks you, the most frank person, can play."

On the ground, all the active corpses gathered together. These solid and liquid things of different shapes and sizes are constantly overlapping. Squeeze, wriggle. Slowly, a shape similar to that of a gargoyle was also extruded.

The corpse monster stood up, shaking off countless congealed blood, and the huge wings composed of tiny limbs and naked mud rose into the air. The stench of rotten death instantly filled the area. Even the devil in **** never has such a terrifying aura and power. Within the range of sight, both birds, beasts and insects began to desperately escape from this breath.

"I'm afraid five gargoyles can't handle this zombie puppet. Maybe fifty of them?" Nopolinot smiled wryly. "Didn't I say that you are just a living corpse?"

The golden skull mask sneered: "Is there something wrong with your eyes? Isn't this one or two? As long as you can make it seriously injured, you will win, okay?"

The fat necromancer still shook his head: "So those who plan in their hearts are actually the most treacherous. How do you want my gargoyle to seriously injure this kind of monster? No. I can use spells, how? Like? Otherwise, this bet is really nothing to play."

"One of the reasons I hate business guys is that they always like to haggle over every detail. But it's okay, except for making some broken copper and iron, I really don't care about your three-legged cat's elemental magic. "The golden skull mask snapped its fingers, and the corpse puppet rushed towards the five gargoyles with a huge smelly wind.

It is not commensurate with that huge body. The corpse puppet crashed into the arms of a gargoyle at a speed that was more than one grade higher than that of the gargoyle, and hugged each other tightly with its limbs like hugging the closest lover. There was a huge but crisp cracking sound, and the extremely hard obsidian body shattered like glass in the mass of carrion.

Sure enough, as the necromancer expected. With just one blow, this huge stone golem was completely defeated by the corpse puppet. This strength is indeed not a little bit. No matter how well-made utensils are, they are not as powerful as life itself. Although the corpse with hidden power that was inspired by the living corpse technique and the spirit-gathering thaumaturgy has not been active for a long time, as long as it can still move, it cannot be resisted by stones.

But at the same time, the claws of the other four gargoyles also hit the corpse puppet's body heavily. Although rotting flesh was splashed everywhere, the pieces of flesh that flew out almost all reattached to the body of the corpse puppet immediately. From this point of view, the effect of this ordinary attack is really pitifully small.

There was a muffled 'boom'. A huge flame appeared in the air out of thin air, enveloping the gargoyle and corpse puppet together in it. Nopoli Nott finally made his move. The first shot is the high-level fire spell Hellfire.

The corpse puppet rushes out of the flames with the sparks and smoke around it, and the smell that comes out is still unimaginable to those who have never smelled it. It is produced by countless rotting corpses being roasted at high temperature The smell, even the pure rotting corpse smell, can be described as light and elegant compared with the taste after high-temperature processing. If this is in battle. Just relying on this taste is enough to kill thousands of soldiers.

The four gargoyles were hidden in the flames and did not move. Their obsidian bodies were immune to flames. And this seems to be the reason why Nopoli Nott asked himself to do the same. Only magic cooperation is the only way to deal with this kind of corpse puppet. Whether it is magic or the attack of the gargoyle, what is actually consumed is the magic power in the body of the corpse monster, and such a large area of ​​burning is undoubtedly the most effective.

The four necromancers in mid-air didn't even move their brows. Everyone was staring at the battlefield intently. While chanting the mantra, Nopolinott had to operate the remaining four gargoyles, appearing a little flustered. The necromancer wearing a golden skull mask on the big eagle looks a lot more relaxed.

Of course, this is just a lot easier. After all, it is not an easy task to make such a huge corpse puppet, and although his operation is much easier than that of Nopolinot, it still requires energy and attention. Everyone knows this, especially Master Aiden who is floating in mid-air. It was exactly what he hoped for.

Master Aiden's face was indifferent, and his eyes were calm, but the hand holding the scroll behind his back was already tense and had some muscle spasms. This scroll was forced into him by the acting guildmaster when he set off from Di Yagu.

Like other top magicians, Master Aiden usually does not carry any magic scrolls with him. Even high-level magic such as thunder and storm bombs are thrown out of his hands at a speed not much slower than scrolls. The point is that the self-esteem of being the top spellcaster in the mainland does not allow it, just like it is impossible for a chef to carry this recipe with him. But when he left Diyagu, Inham asked him to bring some special battle scrolls just in case.

Master Aiden was very disdainful at first. But the acting guildmaster said: "Even if I ask Master to do me a favor, just take it with you." So Master Aiden could only accept it with a frown.

Until this opponent appears. When Master Aiden thought that there might be a chance to use the scroll, there was also a kind of fear at the same time, the fear of the acting guild leader. The appearance of this person could not have been arranged by him, so it could only be expected by him. Aiden has always looked down on the acting guildmaster, and in his eyes, he is nothing more than a brat. There didn't seem to be anything amazing in terms of magic cultivation or handling of things. Being able to become the acting guild master was just a matter of luck and happened to solve Ronnies, and the title actually didn't have any real effect. But he didn't find out until this time. Originally, this person's mind was so good and thoughtful that he couldn't even predict it. The key is that he usually doesn't show any signs of dew, and this deep scheming combined with such a mind really can't help but make people feel a little creepy.

However, these thoughts only flashed in his mind, after all, the first thing to deal with is the opponent in front of him.

The three of them are very clear that the opponent alone will never be an opponent of the three of them working together. But they also know that if they really want to fight head-on with each other, even if they can kill each other. But at least one or two must die on their own side. And no one wants to be one of them, so they dare not do it, dare not fight.

But if you don't want to fight, it's not that you don't want to do it. In many cases, it is good to change to one or more methods, and it is even a more effective choice. This is also the specialty of the old crafty people who have lived a long time. Aiden just turned his mind a little bit, and immediately suggested such a bet.

For a magician of the opponent's level, any fluctuations in the condensed magic power before using magic to sneak attack cannot be hidden from the opponent. In this case, using a scroll is undoubtedly the best. And this scroll is also the most effective scroll of paralysis against this single but superior opponent.

According to the original idea, Master Aiden wanted the opponent to operate the sitting eagle and descend to the ground, but unexpectedly the opponent made a huge corpse puppet. But then Nuopodenot immediately hit the snake with the stick. Put forward the condition that he can also use magic.

Although there was no tacit understanding in the past, Master Aiden also believed that the look in his eyes when he looked back could convey enough meaning. This is the common understanding between the same scheming and sophisticated people, and the interests, thoughts, and plans between each other are conveyed enough in this look. Master Aiden believes that as long as he makes a move. Never just one person.

This opponent actually created such a living corpse puppet with amazing fighting power from the very beginning, which shows that the opponent is still somewhat wary. As long as there is this big guy who is comparable to the Behemoth Behemoth, the three of them will indeed have scruples. Except for Master Aiden, such a monster can completely gain the upper hand in flexibility. An attempt invites an immediate attack. And this kind of monster can't be defeated at once even by the top-level single-target attack magic like Raging Fire and Power Bomb.

But Master Aiden is very confident in his shot, because it is a scroll, even if the opponent is not distracted and guarded, as long as he does not unfold the scroll, he will never notice it, let alone he can't do it now. Operate the corpse puppet without distraction. This instant spell of white magic can be said to be unavoidable, unless a protective spell has been applied before, or it is just relying on its own fighting spirit or magic power to break away from the shackles. And as long as the paralysis takes effect, even if it can only make the opponent completely stiff in the blink of an eye, it is enough.

The blink of an eye is enough to kill a hundred times. And once the operator is lost, the corpse puppet will be self-defeating.

The battle in mid-air has reached a fever pitch. Although they cooperated perfectly with each other, Nopolinot also blessed the gargoyle with auxiliary magic. But the gap in strength cannot be made up, and the living corpse puppet smashed half of the third gargoyle's body with another blow. However, Nopolinot's three thunderbolt ice also hit the corpse puppet's body. A large area of ​​the corpse puppet's body was instantly covered with a layer of solid ice and hoarfrost, and the claws of the other two gargoyles also slammed into these icy areas. Immediately, pieces of frozen black bodies fell to the ground and could no longer attach to the corpse puppet's body. After fighting for a while, Nopolinot seemed to have finally found the most effective way to deal with this monster.

But the necromancer wearing the golden skull mask didn't look nervous at all, instead he yawned leisurely. Because the outcome is already obvious. Although the opponent slowly found a suitable tactic, there were only two gargoyles left, and victory was already in sight.

Nopolinot seemed unwilling to give up, and still commanded the two gargoyles to deal with the corpse puppets hard. It's just that I no longer dare to let the gargoyle approach the corpse puppet casually, and use the price of a gargoyle in exchange for a chance to attack. The magic in Nopolinot's hands is no longer just water-based, but fireballs, lightning, and bombardment like cannonballs. Although these magics continue to blast pieces of carrion and bones on the corpse puppet's body, it seems that it is not enough. It's just a drop in the bucket.

Magic keeps killing, bombarding, carrion flying, the air is full of magic elements and strange fluctuations blasted from corpse puppets, gargoyles and puppets with swiftness are flying in mid-air and turning, chasing each other like chasing each other Three huge and weird bats, the airflow from the rolling made people's skin painful.

Master Aiden knew that his chance to make a move was at this moment. He suddenly pulled out the magic scroll from his back and pulled it away, and the wave of white magic burst out instantly. Almost at the same time, Nopolinot's hand that had been casting spells on the corpse puppet also turned to the necromancer wearing a golden skull mask on the big eagle.

Master Aiden could feel that the paralysis of the white magic in his hands had condensed and formed, and they were about to swarm out immediately. But at this moment, he also felt a strange creep. This is being blocked with a knife behind him. And I can feel the creepiness that the muscles in the hand holding the knife are contracting and tense, as if it is about to be sent forward immediately.

Perhaps it was the thrilling battles between life and death that he had experienced several times over the past year, which restored his intuition, which had been buried long ago, to the keenness that he had when he was still traveling on the battlefield when he was young. , that kind of intuition for fighting and death, so he was the first of the three to feel something was wrong. He didn't even have time to complete the scroll that could be released in the blink of an eye, but he turned around abruptly to avoid swinging a wind wall to block it behind him. At the same time, he shouted: "Be careful."

Even the fastest falcon can't dodge from a complete standstill to high-speed dodge like him, and the wind wall from his hand is enough to withstand the most powerful crossbow arrows. Fortunately, that little black shadow slowed down a little after breaking through the wind wall, and just flew right in front of his nose.

At such a close distance, Aiden could see clearly that the little black figure was a hummingbird. However, this obviously cannot be an ordinary peak bird, because hummingbirds cannot fly so high, nor can they have such a deadly momentum at such a fast speed. The key is that it is impossible to have such a strong smell of rotting corpses. The smell was as strong as a bucket of stinky mud that had been poured into the nose.

The lost hummingbird quickly drew an arc in mid-air, turned back and continued to rush towards Mage Aiden, but this time it was greeted by countless small but precise wind blades like a meat grinder. Just cut it into countless pieces, and then a strong wind blew the minced meat away without a trace. At this time, Master Aiden, who was still in shock, had time to see his two companions, because he knew that there was no reason for such an attack to be aimed at him alone.

The necromancer who used soul magic reacted a little slower, and he didn't wake up until Master Aiden's reminder sounded. But his luck is also the best, also flying from his back to his other black shadow is a little slower than attacking Master Aiden, and the magic he condenses in his hand seems to be a little hesitant and does not face the opposite at the same time Necromancer attack, just used for self-defense.

Master Aiden yelled, and the necromancer's body was too late to move. He didn't even turn his head.

Soul magic has almost no physical attack power, but the surge of the purest magic wave still crushed the already fragile little black spot. Only the sharp feeling and attack style of soul magic can snipe this blow like this.

However, although his luck is good, it is not good enough. The black spot wasn't shattered finely enough, and a small piece was still carried by inertia and hit his arm.

It was just a bump, and it didn't seem to hurt the flesh, but the necromancer screamed as if he had been bitten by the most poisonous cobra. With a wave of his hand, an ice blade condensed by water magic appeared in the other hand, and it slashed down on the arm that was hit by the small fragments~IndoMTL.com~ without a trace He hesitated, his arm fell, and blood spattered, but the blood gushing out from the broken arm of his shoulder was red, while what was left by the dropped arm was a kind of dark and sticky sauce.

At this time, Nopolinot, who was riding a gargoyle beside him, had already collapsed silently. There was a big hole in his waistcoat, and a crow or some bird's foot was still out, but no blood came out. If you look closely, you can see that the necromancer who was chubby and swaying magic just now has become a zombie.

The one coming towards him was the biggest and fastest one. He had just felt a hole in his vest when he heard Master Aiden's shout.

There was no scream, not even a snort in time, all his senses and breath were consumed by the crazy toxin and corrosive magic power brought by the thing that rushed into his body. His outstretched fingers hung down, and the condensed but useless mana produced a small explosion that blew his hand apart, but no blood or other fluid flowed out, and it was full of life just a few blinks ago. The limbs are no different from the specimens now.

"You're right, those who don't speak and keep all their calculations in their hearts are the most despicable and treacherous, just like me, aren't they?" The necromancer sitting on the big eagle said triumphantly Laughed. "Frank people. Your plan is too frank."