Where Roger saw his naked eyes, smoke and dust rolled in.

A number of terrifying necro creatures rushed from all directions like a tide.

They all seemed to be stepping on Hot Wheels, and their speed was extremely fast!

Roger and others didn’t even have room for strategic maneuver!

Qi-seeking technique quickly detected the source of this abnormal speed—

Those are two powerful strategic spells.

...

"Emergency Marine: 4 Ring Spells, greatly increase the marching speed of your troops in a short period of time."

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"Death Sprint: 4-ring spells, when your subordinates are necro unit, they will receive double the speed bonus"

...

"Emergency March" plus "Death and Walk".

This was obviously a premeditated ambush!

Roger looked at the hillside behind him with a serious expression.

After all the necrotic creatures complete a perfect double-team.

The initiator finally emerged—

That was a necromancer wearing a gray robe and full of tentacles!

Under his feet is a bone dragon more than four meters tall!

...

"The Prophet of Death LV36???"

...

Just the moment the other party appears.

Roger moved.

The Bone Dragon is very close to him, this is an excellent opportunity!

His figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the wild explosion also started.

With the blessing of the ladder clouds and walking on the moon.

His speed is also extremely different from the necromancers who blessed strategic spells!

In the blink of an eye.

He rushed to the skull dragon!

The proud bone dragon raised its claws angrily, trying to complete an accurate culling.

But at this moment.

Roger's figure suddenly ejected from the ground like a rocket!

...

"Your level is increased to LV27"

...

"Your level is increased to LV29"

...

I don’t know when Chi Yue is already in hand.

The ninth style of the nineteenth month flower—

Leaping the Dragon Gate!

From jumping with all your strength to slashing the knife, I completed it in one go!

The layers of defensive spells on the body of the Prophet of Death were split like paper.

Roger's figure flashed and disappeared.

Next second.

He landed steadily on the hillside.

The shadow on the bone dragon's back also shattered without warning.

...

"You killed the Prophet of Death"

...

"The Prophet of Death is resurrected, the remaining resurrections are: 0"

...

"What?"

Roger let out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound.

He tore open the clothes on the collar and looked down.

There.

There is a deep fist mark.

A cold laugh came from the back of the bone dragon.

That is the death prophet who resurrected from the dead:

"The "Fist of Negative Energy" tastes bad."

Roger frowned and remained silent.

...

The moonlight spreads over the hills.

On the open back of the bone dragon.

The prophet's tentacles stretched out from under the grey robe and drifted in the wind.

His unsightly gaze accidentally swept across the young man who was bleeding, and his tone was indifferent and almost like a god:

"Young martial artist! I see through you!"

"I foreseeed your existence early on - I know that there is a seal on you, and when you untie it, you will gain infinite power, so I spared no effort to deceive these powers with my life."

"Now, there is probably not much power left in your seal?"

...

Roger lowered his head with an ugly expression.

On the data column.

A cold prompt flashed by.

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"There is insufficient number of experience pool XP detected..."

...

"I am the real prophet!"

The man in the gray robe became more and more crazy:

“No one can stop Limestone City’s plan to move south.”

"Not you can do it!"

"I'm very interested in you, so I'll give you a chance - join us and become the first "Nether Martial Artist" in Mistera, how about?"

Roger slowly stood up.

The pain in his chest did not affect his movements.

"What should I do with my men?"

He walked two steps forward.

Before the death prophet responded, Roger suddenly roared:

"Press this skull dragon to death!"

While talking.

He moved the ladder Yunzong and rushed up along the bone dragon's tail!
To be continued...