Doomsday Mage Summons the Undead

On the dilapidated ruins battlefield, there is a strong smell of blood, permeating the air, making people suffocate.

The four figures walked slowly through the battlefield like a bystander.

But what's interesting is that the three apostles surrounded Qi Lin in a triangular array, as if something that threatened Qi Lin's life would pop up on the battlefield that had long since ended the war.

Qi Lin, who was in the middle, had never felt the smell of corpses so good like now.

The bloody smell of suffocation here is viscous and terrible, as if it wants to crowd every alveolar cell of Qi Lin.

As the four of them quickened their pace, the first thing that caught Qi Lin's eyes was the sky full of remains.

The corpses of countless decapitated soldiers were scattered in every corner of the battlefield.

Their expressions were frozen, with horror intertwined with pain, as if they had experienced endless torture before they died.

Those corpses were all flesh and blood. With the help of Eagle Eye, Qi Lin could even see the irregular bone stubble and thick white bone marrow at the broken parts of the limbs.

There are also many lifelike human stone statues standing on the battlefield in various crooked postures.

The blood on the battlefield gathered into red rivers, flowing in this deadly land.

The dilapidated buildings collapsed to the ground, and there were burning flames everywhere that seemed to never stop.

On a certain unknown wall, Qi Lin even found mottled bullet marks.

That's right, bullet marks!

When Qi Lin picked up a hot brass shell, the hot touch seemed to tell Qi Lin that the war just ended a second ago.

"Hurry up and go, time is limited."

The leading black-skinned elf seemed to have eyes on his back, and without turning his head, he knew that Qi Lin was holding the bullet casing and looking around thinking about something.

"Go to see the legion commander first, and there will be plenty of time for you to think about it later."

"If you like the bullet casing, you can put it in the space ring and take it out."

Hearing this, Qi Lin looked around for the last time, seeing cold iron armor and broken weapons all over the battlefield.

In countless alternations of life and death, the blood of the warriors stained the earth red and turned it into the background of this broken world.

Just when Qi Lin put the bullet casings into the space ring, he subconsciously thought about whether he could bring out the wreckage of the mechas.

On the ruins of the battlefield, there is a gust of change!

The clouds are thick, and there are lightning flashes in the dark sky!

A powerful energy fluctuation suddenly spread, making people feel an invisible pressure.

At the same time, the woman in the blue robe said anxiously: "The first wave is here, protect this kid!"

Before the voice fell, countless monsters burst out from every corner of the battlefield. They rose like demons, with fierce and cold eyes.

These monsters are huge and extremely strong, and every exposed muscle line reveals infinite power.

There is endless ferocity and longing in their eyes, as if only a meal of human blood can satisfy their desire.

They rushed towards Qi Lin quickly, and when they jumped up and fell, they carried the power of shaking the earth.

Even all kinds of corpses and stone statues flew into the sky, and then fell hard.

Some monsters rushed forward to attack the wreckage and statues before they fell to the ground.

The monster's claws were as sharp as a sword, and its body shone with dark magic.

Their attack speed is unimaginably fast, and each attack can tear the air and bring a strong wind pressure.

As the monsters charged in an instant, Qi Lin finally saw their appearance clearly.

He was more than three meters tall, and his whole body was covered with hard scales, like black steel, each of which shone with a chilling light.

Their eyes are like an abyss, dark and bottomless, without a trace of human warmth, only endless killing intent and cruelty.

The body is strong and majestic, with bursting muscles, each of which is engraved with mysterious rune patterns.

The sharp claws are like the sickle of death, with a cold light shining on the blade, even if it is just a single grab, it can tear those metal wreckage.

The air was filled with the sound of raging winds and broken wreckage, as if a beast from hell had descended on the world.

Qi Lin looked at the rushing monsters, knowing that this should be the danger in the secret realm, and his first reaction was to quickly call out the undead in the space of the dead.

"Put away the belongings you have accumulated with great difficulty. These are all three levels higher than you at the last time, and they are not something you can deal with now."

The blue-robed woman couldn't help nodding in satisfaction when she saw Qi Lin summoning thousands of undead just by frowning, and then retreating behind the undead.

She took a step forward, stretched out her palm, and the rich magic power instantly condensed in the palm, releasing a dazzling light.

The blue-robed woman raised her hands high and chanted a spell. A fiery flame spewed out from his palm, forming an invisible wall of fire to keep the monsters out.

The blazing wall of fire is like a moat, no monster can overcome it no matter how powerful it is.

The monsters let out a deafening roar and slammed into the wall of fire angrily, but could not shake it.

The blazing wall of fire did not end there, but quickly pressed the surrounded monsters into it, burning them into scorched earth.

Afterwards, the wall of fire transformed into a fire dragon, roaring and rushing towards the surrounding monsters.

The fire dragon opened its huge mouth and spit out scorching flames, devouring the monsters, burning their hard scales wantonly.

Roar! ! !

The monsters were reduced to ashes amidst the screams.

The strong man with the broad sword raised his broad sword towards the sky, and crackling blue arcs formed on the broad sword in an instant, and then rushed straight into the blood-colored sky.

The violent lightning that fell from the sky shrouded the monsters in an electric arc.

The moment each bolt of lightning hit the monster, it brought a strong electric current and piercing thunder, making the monsters scream terribly.

In the destructive thunder storm, as the broadsword man's fingers swung freely, lightning instantly intertwined into a web, trapping the monsters in it, making them unable to move.

The chains of lightning connect the monsters together.

Electric arcs filled the entire battlefield, and the broadsword man flexibly manipulated the electric energy, punishing every monster with thunder, breaking through their hard shells, and causing them to fall into painful convulsions.

"Boy, this is the energy recovery technique. It's a very practical technique. You will naturally master it in the future. Let's enjoy it for now." The big man with the broad sword turned his back to Qi Lin, swinging his hands and fingers wantonly.

In such an instant killing scene, Qi Lin noticed one thing.

The use of energy by these outsiders!

Accurate to the extreme!

The same skill, after being released by the Chosen One, it was really released.

But in the hands of these outsiders, they can even use the skills released last time to recover energy, and then release them again on new targets!

And this release process not only does not need to consume new energy, but also changes the skill form at will!

Just when the black-skinned elf was about to make a move, the broadsword man said softly, "You don't need to make a move, save your strength to wake up the army commander."

The black-skinned elf nodded when he heard the words, and retreated to Qi Lin, who was recovering the undead, for personal protection.

The broad-sworded man looked at the remaining monsters in the far distance, he raised his arms high, and with a thought, the surrounding air instantly became dignified.

His body began to emit a powerful energy fluctuation, and his muscles seemed to expand several times.

"big!!!"

As he roared, a huge energy sword appeared above his head out of thin air. The sword exuded a dazzling light, cutting the sound of air cracking.

While laughing with pride, the broadsword man swung the huge sword in his hand with unparalleled momentum. The light of the sword pierced the air and turned into beams of light and shadow, beheading the last remaining monsters far away.

After there were no more monsters around, the man with broad sword shook his head and said, "It's too weak."

Immediately afterwards, the energy sword in the sky dissipated into dots of light and returned to the body of the broadsword man.

When the big swordsman turned his head and winked at Qi Lin as if showing off, as if to say: I am awesome! blow me up! hour.

Qi Lin opened his mouth and said, "Why don't these monsters have soul energy?"

Undead can absorb the soul energy of dead creatures when they are not killed by hand.

When taking all the undead back into the space of the dead, Qi Lin deliberately left the old ten behind.

But until the end of the battle, Old Ten failed to absorb any soul energy.

The broad sword man was stunned for a second, then laughed and cursed: "You boy!"

The blue-robed woman covered her mouth with a smile and said, "Those do not have soul energy, but they have experience."

"I just remembered that with your growth rate, the experience of the demon seeds in the world is no longer sufficient for you, and the growth rate of those demon seeds cannot keep up with you."

The black-skinned elf also grinned, seemingly speechless. In the fierce battle, not only did Qi Lin, a weak person, not have any awareness of the weak, but he tried to

"Let's go, the second wave is coming soon."

When the black-skinned elf turned around, he said softly, "If you kill it with your own hands, maybe you can cross several big ranks in one fell swoop?"

"But it's a pity that we can't hold down those things and let you kill them. You can only rely on yourself."

Qi Lin was not disappointed, but asked again: "So, the secret realm can indeed bring experience to the chosen one?"

The words of the two apostles once again corroborated Natasha's previous information.

Qi Lin was unwilling to give up even a chance to become stronger, as if falling behind would have serious consequences.

"Of course, the premise is that you can kill them yourself."

The black skin elf said as he continued to move forward.

"The second wave is also the last wave, and it will arrive soon, and you will see a different scenery later."

The mysterious words made Qi Lin feel a little bit of expectation.

Soon, Qi Lin knew what a different scenery is.

The originally damaged stone statue on the battlefield suddenly gave off a weak vibration.

Then, a burst of mysterious energy surged from the direction where the black skin elf was walking, making these stone statues gradually return to life.

As the stone fell off, Qi Lin's eyes widened and he couldn't believe what he saw with his own eyes.

Those statues turned into people!

people!

Chinese!

Black hair and yellow skin!

The appearance of the out-and-out descendants of the Yellow Emperor!

And they are all fully armed!

It's as if everything is ready and ready to fight! ! !

What surprised Qi Lin even more was that the monsters killed by the apostles just now were resurrected again!

Qi Lin stared dumbfounded at the statues that had turned into living people, as if seeing a miracle happen.

The three apostles put away their original smiles, and all three were solemn.

"The legion commander has an order!"

A tall warrior held up a huge shield and shouted at the surrounding stone statues that were turning into living people one after another: "Stay here for fifteen days!!!"

Boom!

The warrior slammed his fist on the shield, and the flickering shield surface quickly emitted a strange aura around it.

"No retreat!"

Boom!

The shield hammered again, and another halo radiated out.

"No rescue!"

Boom!

The third halo once again enveloped the entire battlefield from the warrior's shield.

"Hold your defenses!"

Boom!

fourth way.

"We win and we go home together!"

Boom!

fifth way.

"I lost."

The warrior raised his shield high, staring at the monsters who gathered and prepared to charge.

"We are buried in hell together!!!"

The monsters launched a fierce attack in an instant,

The warrior held aloft his shield, his shield gleaming with mysterious runes.

Facing the tide of monsters, his shield was solid as a rock, blocking the claws and teeth of the enemy.

Flames of fire spewed out from behind the shield, tearing the monsters to pieces.

At the same time, mysterious runes flashed fiercely on the shield, forming an impenetrable line of defense for those around.

"For everything that is breathing! There is no retreat!!!"

Another warrior who came back from the stone statue was holding a pair of knives, and his body was as agile as a cheetah.

Standing high above the warrior's head, it turns into a whirlwind, quickly shuttles between the enemies, and every swing can cut off the tough outer skin of the monster.

He turned into a whirlwind, shuttled among the monsters, and every slash brought a bloody storm.

His two knives sliced ​​across the monster's body, blood spattered everywhere, and howls of misery followed one after another.

More dual-blade fighters jumped over those who held up their shields to fight against the frontline fighters. They shuttled between the enemies with agility, cutting monsters in half one by one.

Blood splattered, screams came and went, they were like gods of death on the battlefield, sending the enemy into eternal darkness.

And those warriors who turned into mages stood in the distance, distorting the battlefield with incredible magical power.

They raised their staffs aloft, chanted ancient spells, and unleashed fiery balls of fire and destructive lightning.

Fireballs blazed through the air and fell like meteors, burning monsters to ashes.

And the lightning pierced the night sky, split the monster's defenses, and blasted it into pieces.

A mage collapsed to the ground after his mana was exhausted, looking at the battlefield like a meat grinder, he murmured, "My fight is so that they don't have to fight."

Qi Lin, who was gazing at everything from a distance, felt the energy of magic surging on their bodies, forming rays of light.

Each fireball brought high-temperature heat, and there was a scorching sensation on Qi Lin's cheek.

The originally dark cloud-covered battlefield was suddenly illuminated by various magical rays of light.

Qi Lin looked around.

The first resurrected warrior stood firmly in the forefront, but his shield was rock-solid, keeping the claws and teeth of the enemy out.

Qi Lin stared at the shimmering runes on the shield, as if he could feel the vitality and protective power surging in it.

Every collision between the monster's body and the shield seemed to shake the entire battlefield.

"Our blood will water the same land, and we will fight blood!"

"Kill them all! Let the blood baptize us!"

A series of roars came from the mouths of the legion soldiers who had turned into stone statues.

The brave and fearless figures formed an invincible army.

The fighters fought bravely, and every movement was full of strength and skill. Their bodies seemed to be integrated with their weapons, and they danced powerful attacks and defenses. The sound of metal clashing of swords and swords can be heard endlessly.

The battlefield echoed with loud crashes, clashes of swords, and chants of spells.

The monster's roar intertwined with the soldiers' shouts, forming a magnificent symphony.

The battle rages on, with cold swords and fiery spells intertwined, turning the battlefield into a furnace of hell.

The woman in the blue robe waved her hand, and the soil on the ground of the four of them swelled and turned into a high stone platform.

Qi Lin stood on the high platform, overlooking the entire battlefield, witnessing this epic battle.

When the last monster fell, only a mess remained on the battlefield.

Gargoyle warriors stand in the center of the field, and they defend the land once again.

After the battle, the stone statue warriors turned into stone statues again and fell silent.