The Rise of the Cemetery

Chapter 0156 Changes of the Ghost

The shadow gnome assassin gave up resistance and allowed the shadow to become a rope to bind himself. It was not that his fighting spirit was sluggish, but that he was irresistible. If the shadow is water, Oro is a fish in the water, but now the water suddenly becomes a fire, how can he still swim in this fish?

His fighting will is still tenacious, but for the irresistible enemies, he will also adjust his position according to the situation, anyway, he will always be a dagger swayed by a certain person or force.

The battle between the two people did not attract the attention of the high-level mummies below, until the ghost's drop of purple blood flew out, and the entire tomb boiled.

In the place where the undead are everywhere, the breath of life suddenly appeared, which was no less than the release of a super sound burst. Although this breath was faint, it still attracted all the mummies in the room, and the squeak of the sarcophagus rang. The elder mummy also got out of the sarcophagus in the middle of the tomb, sniffing his nose and carefully sensing the breath that had just appeared.

The purple blood that was thrown on the top wall quickly weathered and corroded in an inexplicable wind, and it fell down into a dry powder. Everything became so lifeless again, no different from the past.

The source of the breath is no longer there, which is destined to have no results in the search for mummies. After some disturbance, the elder mummy with golden runes all over his body did not return to the sarcophagus, but led his awakened men out of the tomb to find the trouble of the guy who came to challenge.

Within a short period of time, the tomb moved completely, and gradually quieted down, regaining the sobriety and tranquility often found in the tomb, until the two tall and low figures gradually appeared above the large sarcophagus. Although they have fought three times and attacked each other countless times, they are still not completely clear about each other's existence, so they are very careful to look at each other.

For Oro, the opponent is a cautious guy. Even if he had taken his complete capture, he still didn't come out of the magical armor, and even his skin was stingy and unwilling to show it. Looking closely, it was still a hazy refraction of light and shadow, and her shape could only be roughly estimated from the lingering shadow. It seems that this effect is not a certain skill, but the talent instinct of the other party, and it is not at all attributable to maintenance.

For ghosts, this is the first time the Shadow Gnome Assassin has appeared quietly in front of him. If seriously, its shape resembles the "zongzi" the owner said, a small zongzi completely wrapped in a special shroud that is filled with runes and radiating a little bit of fluorescence. Even the binocular and muzzle are covered with shrouds, and only a pair of fierce red mansions emerge from the bandages at the binoculars, seemingly weird. Even if they were completely bound by the shadow rope, the pair of shadow daggers were still clenched in their hands, with no intention of letting go.

The shadow rope tightened a little bit more, and the huge wound on the squeezed Oro's chest and abdomen made countless black blood beads, which made him unable to grunt, bringing the only sound to the tomb.

"Who are you?" Oro could only speak first, and he was completely under the momentum of the confrontation, but the toughness in the tone was still the same, reflecting the frustration and fear after being captured.

"Who am I?" The ghost's cold voice came from the spar armor. Without the usual noisy like spar rubbing, it wasn't repeating the other party's question. It seemed that he was asking himself.

Auror's face was somber, he didn't realize the feelings of the other party's tone of difference, but was angry at the other party's carelessness. Of course, this anger is also a kind of disguise. In the mood of the shadow gnome assassin, any emotional and emotional fluctuations need to be abandoned. If it shows, it only means that he is using this emotional change as a weapon to confuse each other.

The red dots under the bandage flashed violently, and Oro began to struggle, dragging the ghost's thoughts back.

"Succumb or die!" The ghost's tone was cold and concise.

"I always need to know who I am serving?" Auror was still struggling, and there were signs of a pull in the chest and abdomen.

"Succumb or die!" The ghost's tone gradually turned high, and an unmaskable murderous intention filled every inch of space in the tomb.

"Well, I surrender!" Auruo struggled to be invalid, and gave up the invalid self-mutilation in frustration: "But I hope ..."

Between words, Auror's tone was suddenly low and hardly audible. At this moment, his long-awaited attack was launched.

The bandages wrapped around him suddenly swelled, propped up the shadow rope to a free space, and restored the free hands to appear in the ghost's throat at the moment of the electric flint. The cracks there still haven't recovered, and the voice just pierced from there, so Auror, who is pursuing a one-hit kill, naturally chose a positive attack again.

Being captured is disguised, excitement is disguised, anger is also disguised, everything is for this close blow, and there is no word of failure in the mind of the shadow gnome assassin.

The last miss may be a special skill of the other party, so the skill against the sky cannot be used continuously in such a short time, and you still have a chance.

But today it is destined to let it down. From the moment it started, the normal use of the body is like the incorporation of countless impurities, and the perception of weight, distance, direction, etc. is out of balance. It was clearly intended to penetrate the opponent's armor gap, but when the Shadow Dagger protruded, he realized that he was attacking the void behind him, and his direction was deviated by 180 degrees, completely turned over.

No good, I've made it myself. Oro no longer dared to be a brave assassin anymore, his hoarse voice was sharp, a black smoke started, a witch doll with a smirk appeared in his place, and the shadow gnome assassin was gone trace.

The ghost did not stop the other party ’s escape and fled, but drove the shadow rope to pull the remaining witch doll into the large sarcophagus below, and covered the coffin with a wave of his hand.

"Bang"

After a murmur that shook Xu in Fangyuan, the big sarcophagus jumped half a meter high in place and fell again. If it weren't for the tight black ropes outside the sarcophagus, it would have been torn apart. Even so, the sarcophagus has been irreparably damaged, and there are spider-web-like cracks everywhere, and it will disintegrate into countless broken powders with a single tap.

The violent explosion was confined in a small sarcophagus, but the shock wave overflowed, still shaking the tomb as if it had experienced an earthquake, and countless dust fell in the gaps on the roof.

The ghost raised his head and looked in a certain direction. There was no stone wall to see anything, but there was the direction of the shadow pygmy assassin. She had no intention of chasing, since she didn't stop the other party from escaping at the beginning, why should she chase it at this moment! It will always come back anyway.

The most important issue now is not the little assassin, but himself. Who am I? I can't think about this question by myself, it's better to ask the owner!

At this moment, the shadow gnome assassin Oro was spitting blood while evading. With his physique and physical control, this situation should not happen, but now it has happened. Suddenly there seem to be a lot of things that should not be in the body, and he is competing with himself for the control of this body. In the last moment, he still entrenched in a small intestine, and in the next moment appeared in the muscles of his right arm to devour flesh and blood. Although Oro is an undead, he ca n’t stand the way of killing his body. .

Stopping in the distance away from the tomb 20, Auruo and pointed like a knife suddenly inserted into his lower abdomen, pulling out a broken small intestine from inside. The fingers twisted lightly, the intestinal wall shattered, and between them was a black worm that struggled and twisted. Look carefully at this worm, headless and tailless, without any biological organs, it is actually a living thing composed of pure shadows.

Two fingers exerted force, and the black bug let out a painful hissing sound, which eventually exploded into a black mist spreading around. The bug has no organs. The hissing just happened on the spiritual level, which contained a hint of spiritual ideas. The bug is gone, but this spiritual idea is still there, and it is thrown into his body instantly, and he re-assembles a shadowy substance to form a small body, which is evil in his body.

Auror closed his eyes and looked closely. His face was pale. There were no more than a hundred mental ideas in his body. No wonder he always felt out of control. Damn, what kind of power is this? At this moment, Oro suddenly dizzy, how to deal with it!

For a time, he did not know where he was going.

The ghost flashed out of the tomb quietly, and the battle in the distance was proceeding sullenly. The mummy's whole body is wrapped in countless layers of bandages. Perhaps the defense is strong enough, but all the joints are restrained and cannot bend freely. The speed is ten thousand miles away from the elite cemetery team. The Vampire Count tried several attacks to no avail, so he gave up the attack and turned to haunt to seduce the other party to turn around. Whenever the stumbling mummy team showed a squad, three dark knights who were waiting for opportunities in the periphery would hold up the sword come.

The Vampire's attack power is not enough, but it does not mean that the Dark Knight is not good. With the strong force of the bone horse and the sharpness of the slashing sword, the Dark Knight can directly smash these babies who don't work well every time. Occasional greed is surrounded by the other party looking for opportunities, and only an ice storm is needed to delay the other party's movements, and the dark knight can jump out of the other party's head.

There were no half-point losses in the elite squad of the cemetery, but more than 260 low-level mummies lay down more than 30. Without the presence of the commander, these remaining low-level mummies continue to chase the blood-sucking earl who will never catch up, just like the game of eagles catching chickens, always throwing their fragile and thin tail to the enemy to eat. Off.