Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The blue Sword Qi was like a goshawk spreading its wings forward, engulfing everything along the way in a violent storm. Before the skeleton soldiers could raise their swords, they saw the green eagle flying over their heads, followed by the roaring storm that engulfed them. The skeletons flew backward like driftwood, and then heavily smashed into the stalactite wall next to them, smashing into it and breaking it.
"Let's go!"
"Yes …"
Looking at the high-spirited Shi Dong in front of him, Fangzheng sighed helplessly and followed him into the depths of the tunnel. Frankly speaking, he was very envious of Shi Dong's swordsmanship. The Grand Knight was indeed strong, especially his AOE skills. Although Fangzheng himself had the Royal Cross Swordsmanship passed down from Arthas, and its power was not much worse than Shi Dong's Sword of the Storm, he still felt a little uncomfortable with it. For some reason, this feeling grew stronger after he completed the training in the Free Soul dungeon, Dark Souls. At first, Fangzheng thought that his feeling towards this swordsmanship was due to his lack of familiarity with the sword itself, but after the brutal training in Dark Souls, Fangzheng found that this feeling did not weaken, but became stronger instead.
It was especially so when they saw Shi Dong's battle. The Sword of the Storm was as smooth as flowing water in his hands. It was as if he was dancing, and it was pleasing to the eye. But when Fangzheng used the Royal Cross Swordsmanship himself, he always felt a little … awkward. He could not tell what it was, but it was just awkward. Especially when he compared it to Sheyan, the feeling was even more obvious. If Shi Dong's swordsmanship was said to be like a well-lubricated gear that kept turning, then Fangzheng's swordsmanship was like a gear that had not been oiled. Of course, it could spin, but how well it spun was another question.
After this battle, he had to have a good talk with Shi Dong about it.
Fangzheng also knew that now was not the time to talk about this, so he did not say much and just followed closely behind Shi Dong. Miss M did not come down with them. For Shi Dong and Fangzheng, it was safer for her to stay up there. At the same time, Connie also needed someone to take care of her. Fangzheng did not have a good impression of that crazy woman, so he left her to the soft girl.
What gave Fangzheng a bigger headache now was actually Shi Dong. The Grand Knight's technique was as simple and crude as Fangzheng had imagined. He just rushed straight in and slashed at anything that moved. At this moment, before Fangzheng could make a move, the skeletons that rushed over after hearing the news were basically torn to shreds by Shi Dong.
In this regard, Fangzheng could only shrug his shoulders helplessly and did not say much. Having lived two lives, he was not a fool. Of course, he could see that Shi Dong was taking the opportunity to vent. Obviously, he was also very clear that Marte and the others were probably not coming back this time. Fangzheng was not very clear about the relationship between Shi Dong and Marte, but at least he could see that they should have a good relationship. Otherwise, Shi Dong would not have come here to look for them. Now, Shi Dong would definitely feel uncomfortable if he had to watch his comrade die in front of him.
But as a mature Grand Knight, of course, Shi Dong would not be like a greenhorn who was "if we die, we die together." He could only use this way to vent his depression and displeasure.
It was also because of this that Fangzheng wisely chose not to mention the problem of his swordsmanship to Shi Dong at this time. Even if Shi Dong's temper was good, he probably would not be in the mood to clear up his doubts. Moreover, after spending so much time with Shi Dong, Fangzheng had long understood that this Grand Knight's temper was actually not very good.
The resistance of the undead had no effect on Shi Dong. The undead soldiers that rushed over did not even have time to show their strength before they were smashed into pieces by Shi Dong. In the end, after three times, they no longer appeared. It was unknown whether they were afraid of Shi Dong, or the Lich was no longer in the mood to care about uninvited guests like them.
If it was the latter, it was not a good thing.
Shi Dong and Fangzheng quickened their pace. Although the quarry was abandoned, fortunately, the tunnel seemed to be sturdy, so they did not have to worry about the problem of suddenly collapsing above them. But the deeper they went, the more gloomy their faces became. It was not only because the deeper they went, the stronger the aura of death was, but also because so far, there was no movement from the Lich.
It was obvious that this plan did not seem to be going smoothly.
"Over there!"
When the two followed the tunnel and turned a corner, they immediately saw a large hollow not far away. The moment they saw the scene inside clearly, Shi Dong's face immediately sank. Even Fangzheng frowned at this moment.
In the middle of the big hollow, there were more than ten corpses lying on the ground. They were wearing the armor of the Holy Knights, but their appearance was unbearable. These people's muscles seemed to have completely melted, leaving only skin wrapped around the bones. It looked extremely terrifying. And under their bodies, the blood that flowed slowly was so clear that it was even a little glaring.
Fangzheng did not know what they had experienced, but he could tell from their expressions after they died that it must have been a very painful experience.
"You bastard!!"
Shi Dong bellowed at the Lich floating in the middle of the hollow. Then, he raised the giant sword in his hand and slashed forward. Following Shi Dong's move, the goshawk appeared again, but it was almost twice its size this time. Accompanied by a piercing shriek, the gigantic bird, which was condensed from airflow, flapped its wings and zoomed toward the Lich in the sky with an afterimage. Facing Shi Dong's all-out attack, the figure hovering in the air tilted its head, raised a staff that seemed to be made of a dried tree branch, and tapped it gently.
Next, Fangzheng saw a black light beam shooting out from the staff and hitting the Storm Goshawk's body. Following that, an unimaginable scene happened. The goshawk, which was condensed from the Astral Soul's power and composed entirely of wind elements, began to struggle and shriek like a living creature. It flapped its wings weakly, fell to the ground, and silently turned into dust. Shi Dong was not in a good situation either. When the light beam hit the goshawk, his face changed all of a sudden. At that instant, he felt as though a large, ice-cold hand had reached into his body and grabbed his heart.
Fortunately, Ou Yangming's sturdy body withstood the attack, or the goshawk would not have been the only one to fall. Even so, Shi Dong's expression changed several times. He gritted his teeth to resist the Power of Death that penetrated deep into his body and persevered.
But for Shi Dong, there was something else that made him feel even more fearful than this. His opponent had actually managed to grab hold of his Windstorm Sword Technique and kill it directly. There was only one situation that would happen — the level of power that his opponent had grasped was much higher than Shi Dong's. Hence, in a battle of power between the two of them, the one who had grasped a higher level of power would have an overwhelming advantage, and the form of the rules of power that he had grasped would be displayed. And this Lich could actually "kill" his Storm Swordsmanship. In Shi Dong's memory, there was only one person who could do such a thing!
"This is the power of the Power of Death … You're the Whitebone Duke Frank of the Council of Death? It's actually you?! "
F * ck me!
Fangzheng was shocked when he heard Shi Dong's question. During the time he spent with Shi Dong in the Holy Temple, he had not only trained in swordsmanship, so he naturally had some understanding of the enemies of the Order Holy Temple. The Holy Temple currently had three major enemies. One of them was the Day of Destruction Church that Fangzheng's original body belonged to. The other two were the Council of Death and the Dusk Army. The Dusk Army was located at the border of civilization, and their goal was to completely crush all symbols of Order and civilization. The Council of Death's pursuit was more "noble". They believed that the meaning of all life in this world lay in death, so death was the eternal theme of this world. Both Order and Chaos would return to the silence of death.
Frankly speaking, if the Dusk Army and the Day of Destruction Church had a common goal and could work together, the Council of Death was practically the enemy of both Order and Chaos. After all, they didn't care whether you were Order or Chaos. They only wished to drag you to experience the "true meaning of death". Both Paladins and Cultists would politely decline.
Moreover, the teachings of the Council of Death were too hated. They preached that "the Goddess of Order will eventually fall", and then turned around and said that "the end of the Dusk Chaos is coming" …. They had completely offended both sides.
What was worse was that the entire organization was made up of undead creatures. All the undead creatures in the entire continent were gathered here. Not just the liches, but even skeletal dragons and Deathbringers were also among them. That was also why Order and Chaos in this world hated the Council of Death to the core, but did not dare to act against them. It was because the Council of Death was too powerful, and a single misstep would cost them their lives.
Not only that, the most frightening thing about the Council of Death was that they were very good at "persuasion and education". Throughout history, there had been many famous heroes who tried to eliminate these undead fanatics who lived in the shadows. Unfortunately, their endings were all the same. They set off in high spirits, then disappeared. When they reappeared in front of everyone, they had already become undead slaves.
The Whitebone Duke Frank was one of the five Council of Death members of the Council of Death. He was in charge of the domain of death, and his position was second only to the Chairman of the Council of Death. Although Shi Dong had guessed that the Lich would be difficult to deal with, he didn't expect it to be such a troublesome character.
This is troublesome!
Fangzheng frowned as he looked at the floating figure of the Lich.
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