With the efforts of Ains and his team, after a few magical times, this small contact battle for the undead was over.

The second-level priest who believed in the God of Death prayed here, borrowing the power of the gods to send the soul fire scattered in this undead land back into the great cycle of heaven and earth.

Then, someone began to turn red eyes and restrain his comrades' dead bodies.

Although they have Ains's team and they are well-trained in reality, their professional level is too low after all.

On the battlefield, there is no eyebrow on the sword, and if you accidentally fall, you will end up with a bloody collapse. It is normal to have killed or injured a few dozen people.

But now players are no longer as good as before, and have entered the infinite world with their bodies.

Once the body dies, unless there is a god in the realm who has the authority of death, resurrection, life, healing, light, etc., and there is no chance of resurrection?

It’s just that it’s so difficult to ask these gods to take action. At least the one who can have these powers is not above the weak divine power, how can you watch the players?

At least, since the server has been reopened in the Infinite World, there are many dead players, but none of them can move the gods to bring down miracles.

"Everyone clean the battlefield a little bit, and we will leave within half a quarter of an hour!"

Ans stood still, put away the fake version of the holy sword in his hand, looked around and looked at the surrounding environment, then looked at the body of his comrades and sighed slightly. He said directly to everyone here,

"In the current environment here, the positive and negative energy conflicts with each other too much, and the elements are chaotic, which can attract the attention of those high-level undead at any time.

With our strength, we have no ability to resist in front of them. Clean the battlefield and we will leave immediately!"

"Yes, the leader." Even if the people here feel sad, they will put down what they have in their hands and feel awe-inspiring.

Ans said it is indeed true. Those who are above the level of the undead have already born their own wisdom. They are not comparable to those confused bones. Compared with the two, they are completely different creatures.

The undead dark spirit, this series of extraordinary professions, is to cast a wide net and catch fish slowly. Often under a high-level undead, represents the destruction or extinction of tens of millions of low-level undead spirits.

But the birth of a high-level undead is worth the loss of millions of low-level undead!

Because of this, you can imagine what would happen if such a person was attracted here. The group pounce was all about light. Now they all entered the world in their true bodies. Once they die, there will probably be no one to collect the corpse.

"It's really an infinite system that should be finished. If it weren't for the collective mission of our group of people this time, even if we killed all the undead creatures in this underworld, we wouldn't have been fighting to death on the battlefield above the legend. I've lived for a long time and I'm looking for death."

"Shh, Yaer, you're silent. What do you want to do? The infinite system is directly under the management of the eight supreme crown princes, which is also what you can arrange?

If you hear these words by the crown princes, just have a random thought, it will be enough to make us collectively clear of nothingness.”

After hearing a warrior muttering in a low voice, many people changed their colors. Even ordinary gods have the saying that divine grace is like a sea and divine power is like a prison, let alone the true supreme crown prince who often shakes the entire infinite world? I am really impatient to live!

After a few noisy and noisy moments, time here slowly slipped away again.

"Are you all packed up? Let's go together." Ans looked at the battlefield carefully for a few more times. After no omissions, he pulled up the war horse and walked in front of him as a pioneer. The people around him followed closely, following step by step.

"Captain." Walking in front, a young man wearing a gray mage robe walked with Ans in a few steps.

"What, Gare."

"The loss situation of the group leader has been sorted out. I have sorted out the specific completion status of the task. Do you want to take a look?"

Jiaer walked a few steps, but he had already lowered his voice and reported to him.

"Yeah." Ans nodded slightly, and began to listen to the clerk telling the current situation bit by bit.

Speaking of which, they are also sad. The current Infinite World is very different from the previous situation. In the past, there seemed to be such a continental or legendary battlefield. Didn’t these players run over?

But everyone knows the current situation. Who does extraordinary people cherish their lives? Who dares to take the risk of throwing their lives into such an extraordinary meat grinder? Here, any stray bullet can destroy themselves!

Under such circumstances, how many people who are really smart dare to really participate in such a large-scale mission? It’s too late to hide!

It’s just a pity that the forced mission once a week is like a lock, stuck tightly on the player’s body.

Moreover, as the mission level increases, it will increase with the number of people. The real national first-level corps like them are even more vaguely cared for.

As Ans himself knew, at least dozens of large mercenaries were thrown into this battlefield by the Infinite World. As for the small team, there were countless players.

On both sides, the evil order is neutral in the three-sided camp, the eight supreme crowns, and many other gods and other existences are intervening in this battlefield. Thinking about it, any insider can shock you.

"But fortunately, we just received the task of invading the dead, and we just wiped the side.

If we really receive a large-scale mission of camp confrontation, it would be really bad. Facing the evil and chaotic madman, no matter how many people we invest in, it will be difficult for us to truly gain the upper hand."

While listening to the documents beside him constantly causing various losses and tasks to be completed, Ans exuded his thoughts, thinking about how to complete the tasks, and bring the group of people behind him out of such a battlefield intact.

Such a high-demon battlefield is barely acceptable to him, but for most of the second-level extraordinary people behind him, it is really unfriendly.

Moreover, outside Useril City, the living and the dead have been facing each other for several days. After all, Useril City is backed by the world of gods, and every day there are countless extraordinary people who stay in. It wants to wait a few more days before accumulating strength.

However, on the side of the undead, it only maintains a low-intensity extraordinary battle. It has not appeared much since the high-level or above, which is worth everyone's attention.

So until now, the decisive battle above the real legend has not yet begun. The devastation of the city and the earth has not yet taken action.

And this is the opportunity for players. If they do not complete the tasks assigned by the infinite system in this short period of time.

Once the two sides completely start a war, it will definitely be a rampage on the battlefield. The so-called high-level one is not as good as a dog. Legends are everywhere, and only the true god can shake it. This is what situation is said. What tasks will players complete by that time? They are all the lives of cannon fodder!

Ans knows this, and the players working here know that the real countries around the world who are constantly paying attention to the situation here are even more aware of it.

"Oh~ The strength of our players is still too low. If we can have high-level or above professionals, how could we be so passive if we are extraordinary? At least we can gain a firm foothold."

After listening to the papers explaining their tasks, Ans sighed again.

But at this moment, in the sky, the dark sky woven by the endless necromancer energy communicated with the plane of nothingness with Useril as the center. The magical brilliance of the Earth's Demon Vein also emitted an extremely shining light.

In the dark, Ans and the others seemed to hear the shouts of all the undead in the entire Netherland.

Then, deep and magnificent auras surged out from the depths of the underworld.

"What's the situation!! Is the real war going to start now?" On the battlefield, such a vision shocked many players in an instant!

"It's really nonsense!! This is a vision of the gods! Among the brainless guys in the undead clan, some people are going to be gods!!"

In Useril City, nearly ten legendary pros raised their heads at this time, their eyes full of surprise.

"The undead is the gods! How dare they!! Are you not afraid of the God of Death's crown directly smearing them!!"...
Chapter completed!