Under the sunlight that seeped into the ground, a square slate was suspended on top of a pile of rubble. It slowly rotated, and the curved patterns on it exuded a metallic luster. There was no doubt that this was the War Slate, and it was probably the Fantasy Slate that recorded the Dragonskin skill in The Amber Sword. Brando didn't even think about it.
He stepped into the round hall and wanted to take the slate down, but at that moment, there was a muffled creak. Brando then realized that there was a stone door at the other end of the round hall that was also slowly opening. Behind the stone door stood five or six guys in black cloaks, their faces hidden in the shadow of the hood.
Although he couldn't see clearly whether they were humans or monsters, it was obvious that they didn't come with good intentions. Brando reacted immediately. He immediately exerted force under his feet and activated Charge, shooting towards the tip of the pile of rubble like a shadow. However, Morpheus, who was behind him, reacted even faster. The moment the stone door opened, Morpheus, who was behind Morpheus —
The moment the vampire opened his hand, a long black energy rope shot out from his hand and wrapped around the War Slate in mid-air.
Abyssal Touch, a Black Knight class skill. It used wild and unmodified mana to form energy tentacles to restrain the opponent's movements, and also to pull items or creatures in front of the user.
The black energy tentacle whizzed past Brando, and just as the tip was about to reach the War Slate, one of the five guys in long cloaks on the opposite side raised his hand, and a similar black energy tentacle wrapped around the Mephistopheles' Abyssal Touch.
It was also a Knight of the Dead Moon, and of a higher level. Mephistopheles was anxious. He clenched his hand, and the energy tentacle curled inwards, trying to snatch the War Slate back before the other party. But the other party obviously expected this move. The Abyssal Touch in his hand didn't reach for the slate, but directly whipped at the tentacle summoned by Mephistopheles.
With a soft snap, the two tentacles collided in mid-air as if they were real, and then retreated like lightning. The mysterious Knights of the Dead Moon succeeded in one hit, and neutralized Mephistopheles' attack on the War Slate.
Mephistopheles didn't say a word. He stretched out his left hand, and three more tentacles shot out from his hand. But this time, his target wasn't the War Slate in the middle of the round hall. Four tentacles shot across the entire hall towards the six people on the opposite side. Beside Mephistopheles, Vampire Princess Andrique stepped forward, her hands crossed, and four tentacles also shot out.
The tentacles shot out from behind her, and also shot across the hall towards the direction of the stone door on the opposite side.
The Knights of the Dead Moon who attacked before was slightly stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect to meet his own kind here, and two of them at that. Knights of the Dead Moon could control an additional Abyssal Tentacle every five levels in battle. To be able to summon four tentacles meant that they were at least level 20 Knights of the Dead Moon. Including the base level, this meant that the two Knights of the Dead Moon were at least at
The standard of a Gold Rank. He could still deal with one Gold Rank opponent, but two would be a little troublesome.
"Don't just stand there, do it!" He roared, his voice hoarse with a hint of emptiness.
"Undead!" Brando understood when he heard this voice. This was the voice of an Undead without vocal cords. This was an Undead with intelligence, different from those that were awakened and transformed by the corrosion of cold magic, and had no consciousness of their own. Just like the Skeletons, Mummies, and Ghouls they had met before, no matter how strong they were.
They were big, but they could only act on instinct. Once they met an undead that was of a higher level than them, they could only obediently be controlled.
As soon as the Dead Moon Knight gave the order, the four people behind him took out their weapons from under their cloaks. The white bones under the cloaks and the soulfires burning fiercely in their empty chests appeared for a brief moment. The four soulfires were respectively orange, deep purple, and milky white. "It really is an Undead. How can there be so many high-level Undead in this place!" Brando thought.
In Wohnde, most of the Undead with intelligence were gathered in Madara, because Madara was shrouded in a special law called the Dead Moon. It was a country of the dead, a pale country. Only a small number of Liches and Vampires that were transformed by Wizards lived in seclusion in the human world. These reclusive Undead rarely appeared in civilized society, let alone gathered together.
Together, they appeared.
In the instant that his thoughts flashed, the four Undead had already taken out their weapons. Two black swords, two bone staffs, and the remaining person in a long cloak standing at the back of everyone did not take out any weapons. He stood there motionless and looked on coldly, not even intending to make a move. Seeing this scene, Brando realized that the order he had given before was wrong.
The Knights of the Dead Moon might not be the leader of this group of Undead, and the center of the six skeletons should be the last person. He saw clearly that the Knights of the Dead Moon who had attacked before could easily suppress the Mephistopheles, which meant that he was at least at the peak of Gold or even at the level of Elemental Awakening. The person who could command him was at least at the level of Elemental Activation, or even higher.
Or even stronger.
Seeing this scene, he immediately paid attention and focused all his attention on the last person.
The Knights of the Dead Moon and the Mephistopheles fought for a moment, and then the tentacles of both sides retreated. Then, Andrique and the Mephistopheles attacked each other at the same time. At this time, there was another person in the center of the hall, and that was Brando. He was the first to move out of everyone, and at this time, he was already close to the pile of rubble in the center of the hall.
Although his gaze fell on the last of the six Undead, his hand did not hesitate to grab the floating slate in mid-air.
At this time, only two people on the other side had a chance to stop Brando, and those were the two Necromancers with bone staffs. These two Necromancers were obviously experienced spellcasters. They immediately chanted a spell and cast a white bone spear, stabbing it directly at Brando in mid-air, while the other raised his bone staff, waiting for the other Necromancers to cast a spell.
When he cast a spell to target the bone spear, it would immediately counterattack.
But what they did not expect was that the bone spear that they shot out did not receive any resistance and directly hit the human in mid-air. Then, like an illusion, the bone spear disintegrated into the most basic particles half a foot away from Brendel and turned back into the disordered Mana in the air, dissipating into nothingness. The Necromancer cast the spell.
When it raised its head, the white skeletal face under the hood revealed a shocked expression. The two purple Soul Fires in its pitch-black eye sockets paused for a moment. Obviously, it didn't understand what was going on.
At this time, Allium Japonicum finally made her move.
Her movements were astonishingly fast, and her casting gestures were like a series of afterimages. Almost in an instant, a spell had been cast — Prohibition. This simple second circle spell was the Dispel Spell of String Magic. Allium Japonicum pointed at the Necromancer holding the bone staff, and before he could react, he was hit by a green beam of light.
The magic it guided suddenly disappeared into nothingness, and for a moment, even the space around its body was confined, and it could not feel the flow of magic at all.
At this moment, a gray shadow flew out, passing through the entire hall and accurately hitting the head of the Necromancer who cast the bone spear. Crack! The Necromancer's skull was like a delicate porcelain, and the huge impact caused his body to fly back and heavily hit a pillar behind the door.
The shattered head tilted to one side, and the bones on its body completely fell apart, and the soulfire dimmed.
Hipamira stopped throwing the spear. The gray shadow just now was the stone spear she had cast with the shepherd's staff.
The follower of Gaia turned her head and looked at Allium Japonicum with some surprise. In her impression, this female Knight was not a wizard, but Allium Japonicum did not seem to have any intention of explaining, and only smiled mysteriously at the little girl.
In a split second, the three Necromancers drew their swords to resist the black tentacles cast by the Mephistopheles and Andrique. At this time, Brando calmly passed through the bone spear and touched the War Slate floating in the air. He was about to throw the slate directly into his Dimensional Space to avoid any unnecessary trouble.
Many, but it was at this moment that he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He subconsciously turned around, only to discover that two faint red lights had lit up in the darkness beside him at some unknown time.
"There was something hidden in this hall!" Brando immediately reacted. He saw the two red lights move, and then a black line swept towards him at a frightening speed. He did not even need to judge to know that if he did not let go, his right hand would be taken away. Which was more important, his right hand or the War Slate?
Brando naturally knew the difference. He did not even think about it and retreated. With a soft whoosh, a black curtain of light swept across the center of the hall. It passed through the place where Brando was standing and split the towering pile of rubble into two.
Then it continued to move forward, cutting off the black tentacles of Andrique, Mephistopheles, and the Knights of the Dead Moon. It then sank into the wall opposite the hall. With a muffled crack, everyone felt their feet sink. Half of the hall sank slightly under this attack.
Brando rolled down the pile of rubble, clearly feeling the power of this attack. He could not help but break out in cold sweat. Fortunately, he had held back before, or this attack would not have been as simple as taking away an arm.
This sudden attack completely interrupted the exchange of blows between the two sides. Everyone stopped and looked in that direction. They immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. At the side of the hall, a tall skeleton slowly walked out. This skeleton was about four feet tall. It wore a crown on its head, held a heavy sword in its hand, and wore a tattered cloak and black armor.
It covered its bones, revealing its identity as a Knight Overlord when it was alive. It walked in front of everyone, turned its hands, and stopped the sword. It just stood there, a pair of black holes in its eye sockets, and a pale golden Soulfire was dancing.
Seeing this scene, even Allium Japonicum could not help but exclaim, "It's Sir John Lorison. Lorison was born 160 years ago in the Empire. He was the most famous Sword Saint of that era. He was the Supreme Sword Saint when he was alive."
The Undead Saint referred to those who stayed in the mortal world because of oaths or promises, such as the Emerald Knight and Seibers. Although their souls were dragged into the Kingdom of Darkness, they were not monsters because the oaths and promises they made when they were alive bound their souls, so that they would not be completely corroded by the dark magic.
They would lose their minds. These Undead looked more like Heroic Spirits, but the pain they endured was far more than the ancient ghosts because they had to endure the pain of sinking into the darkness on one hand, and on the other hand, they had to maintain their noble ideals and beliefs in their hearts. Generally speaking, those who became Undead Saints were great heroes when they were alive.
Sir John Lorison was such a person. Although he was a loser in the political struggle, he was definitely worthy of the title of hero as the first leader and founder of the Order of the Silver Horse.
After Lorison's Undead slowly appeared in everyone's sight, it did not make any further moves. It did not continue to attack Brando, nor did it make a sound to ask the intruders to get out of its tomb. It just stood there motionless like a statue. At this time, the Undead opposite Brando moved.
The Knights of the Dead Moon seemed to have also recognized the identity of the Undead. The Soulfire in its eyes flickered, and then it greeted with a hollow voice.
"Dear Sir, we are guests from the Sea of the Dead Moon. We are your old friends. We know what you are after. Please leave with us."
When Brando heard this sentence, a storm suddenly set off in his heart. The Undead of Madara! These Undead in front of him turned out to be the dark nobles from Madara. How did they appear here?!
But Lorison's Undead did not seem to hear this sentence. It was still indifferent. It stood quietly in the same place, holding the sword with both hands. If it were not for the pale-golden Soulfire in its eye sockets that was still pulsating, people would almost think that it had completely disappeared. Brando did not understand the current situation and dared not act rashly. Allium Japonicum also frowned slightly. Without the order of the two, Mephistopheles, Andrique, and Hipamira naturally would not make a move. The hall was silent for a while.
The Undead did not seem to be surprised. The one standing at the back who had not made a move finally nodded at this time. After receiving his signal, the Knights of the Dead Moon stepped forward and took out a scroll from under its cloak. It raised the scroll to Lorison and muttered something. In just a moment, the scroll lit up with a light blue light.
At this time, Brando finally recognized what kind of scroll it was — Enchantment. This was a very high level Undead Witchcraft, but it was one of the few black magic that did not have any destructive power. Its main purpose was to awaken the intelligence of low-level Undead. As soon as Brando recognized the scroll, he immediately understood what they wanted to do. Enchantment was a black magic that the high-level Undead Lords of Madara used to develop their own high-level subordinates. The Undead that were awakened by this spell would naturally listen to the orders of the caster. If these people were to control Lorison's Undead here, it would definitely not be good news for them.
Allium Japonicum, who was more familiar with magic, obviously saw this point long ago. The female Knight did not hesitate and took out an item from her backpack. The item was gray and looked like a crystal, but it was not as clear as a crystal. It was Amandina's exclusive secret recipe — Magic Bomb.
Senior Martial Sister raised her hand, and the gray crystal flew toward the group of undead in an arc.
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