This three-headed hound was naturally the beast slave that Wizard Anderford had brought over. Qin Lang didn't know whether this three-headed hound was a strange beast or something else, but he was certain that this beast was not easy to deal with. Even if he could take care of this beast, it would inevitably take some time, and Wizard Anderford would naturally have precious time to fight back. Once a Necromancer unleashed his witchcraft, Qin Lang would be the unlucky one.
There was no doubt that in order to buy time for himself, Anderford was even prepared to abandon this three-headed hound. Or perhaps, as a Necromancer, he had a way to resurrect this three-headed hound.
However, Anderford didn't expect that his wishful thinking would fail. Qin Lang did not turn around to deal with this three-headed hound, instead, he continued to fiercely attack him, as if he didn't notice the existence of this three-headed hound.
"How is this possible! Is this kid not afraid of a hellhound? Or did he not notice it at all? "
Anderford really didn't understand why Qin Lang was so stupid. Did this kid not know how powerful this three-headed hound was? Did he not know that this thing was a monster from hell? Anderford even wanted to take the initiative to remind Qin Lang of the power of this three-headed hound, but deep in his heart, he hoped to see Qin Lang torn to pieces by this three-headed hound.
The three-headed hound's mouth was about to bite Qin Lang's head, and even Anderford thought that Qin Lang would die without a doubt. This was because even if Qin Lang had an aura barrier, he still wouldn't be able to block this hound's bite. But at this moment, for some reason, a huge tortoise suddenly appeared behind Qin Lang's head. The three-headed hound's three heads bit onto this tortoise's shell without any warning.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
This was the sound of the three-headed hound colliding with the tortoise shell.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
This was the sound of the three-headed hound's teeth breaking.
Although the three-headed hound was a monster from hell, Qin Lang's dragon turtle was a super fierce beast that had inherited the bloodline of the primitive world. Moreover, the dragon turtle's shell was a natural defensive treasure. It would be strange if the three-headed hound's teeth didn't break when it bit onto the hardest tortoise shell.
Woo!
The three-headed hound let out a mournful wail. This was probably the most painful sneak attack it had ever suffered. As the saying goes, "When a dog bites a tortoise, it doesn't know where to start." Qin Lang's Dragon Tortoise was the nemesis of the three-headed hound. Not only did the three-headed hound's teeth break, but the Dragon Tortoise also bit down on one of the three-headed hound's legs before retracting its head into its shell.
Now, not only was the three-headed hound unable to cause any harm to Qin Lang, it had also lost itself. The Dragon Turtle was not in a hurry to bite off the three-headed hound's claws. It only bit down and refused to let go, causing the three-headed hound to continuously howl and wail in pain. This also caused An Defu to be distracted.
On the other hand, Qin Lang was not affected at all because everything was under his control. Now, he had completely suppressed the Necromancer. Not only was the guy constantly vomiting blood from Qin Lang's attacks, he did not even have the chance to fight back. This was because he did not even have the chance to wave his magic staff. If not for the powerful defensive force around his body, he would have been beaten to death by Qin Lang.
At this moment, Anderson felt that he was extremely vexed. He was actually beaten to the point where he could not fight back by a damned yellow pig and a lowly warrior. Even the hell monster that he had painstakingly tamed was restrained by his opponent. He was being suppressed in every aspect. However, as a Necromancer, he naturally had another trump card: Summon the Undead!
Based on Anderson's judgment, there were many soldiers of Country F and the Dark Witch Legion in this military base. A considerable number of these people had already been killed by the Dragon Snake Troops and turned into corpses. In the eyes of many people, the dead were very worthless, but it was different in the eyes of a Necromancer. As a Necromancer, controlling corpses was like eating rice to them. Even the corpses of the Dragon Snake Troops could be turned into Undead Warriors by Necromancers. However, Necromancers needed to borrow the power of the Nether God to complete this process. To borrow the power of the Nether God, a sacrifice was required. The sacrifice was one's own blood essence, life, and soul.
As a Necromancer, once they died, they would immediately enter the Underworld and become the slave of the Nether God forever. There was no possibility of going to heaven or reincarnation. Therefore, even Necromancers would not easily sacrifice themselves. However, Anderson was forced by the situation and had to borrow the power of the Nether God.
From Anderson's tragic and despicable chanting, Qin Lang felt the aura of death around him was rapidly increasing. He knew that the Necromancer was up to something again, but he was not worried. In fact, he was secretly laughing because the Necromancer would soon understand how stupid he was.
Ga ga! Ga ga! Ga ga ~
Anderson's chanting continued to increase, and the aura of death became more and more intense. The sound of bones stiffening came from the underground base. That's right, it was the sound of bones colliding with each other, the sound of bones hitting the ground. Anderford's incantation successfully turned the corpses into Undead Warriors, but he didn't know that these Undead Warriors only had bones and no muscles or nerves. They were like wheels without tires and couldn't move quickly.
The flexibility of Undead Warriors was originally weakened, not to mention that they no longer had muscles and nerves. They were just piles of bones. Although they had the aura of death and the power of the Nether God, they could not turn into real warriors. At most, they could only be regarded as stiff moving skeletons. Seeing that the Undead Warriors he had summoned were all in such a state, Anderson was so angry that he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.
Fortunately, at this time, some of the surviving warriors of the Dark Wizard Corps finally found this place and began to protect Anderson with all their strength. At the same time, they used the modern weapons in their hands to attack Qin Lang. However, their whereabouts were already under Qin Lang's control, so although their modern weapons were powerful, they had no chance to use them. Qin Lang's poisonous insect army had already suppressed them and soon turned them into skeletons.
Those who are not of my race must be killed.
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