The mission just started, and a one-sided situation occurred. Even though the Dark Angel team was strong, they met Zhou Yiran, who was more comprehensive, stronger and had many military generals.

Zhou Yiran is very strong because he completed the A-level mission before entering the war to conquer Lu Bu. With Lu Bu's help, Zhou Yiran's crisis was greatly reduced.

Moreover, Zhou Yiran's profession is special, and the ability that the Investiture Master has is completely exerted by Zhou Yiran. So far, Zhou Yiran has always put his advantages ahead, while his weakness is buried.

Zhou Yiran's advantage is that his overall strength is his strong overall strength and has many generals and followers; his weakness is his own strength.

"What should I do?" The Dark Angel asked the Lord of Sky City.

"Maybe the only thing to ask him to come out!" After the Lord of Sky City said, the Dark Angel nodded.

They also completed a level A task and received help from someone.

The Lord of Sky City implemented the summoning technique, and a man appeared in front of him. He was shrouded in red robe, with the symbol of the God of Death behind him, the God of Death Scythe.

"You can't resist the temptation at last, do you agree?" said the man in red robe.

The Lord of Sky nodded.

"Okay, I promise you, but you must fulfill your promise first." The man in red robe finished.

The Lord of Sky City nodded, and the millions of sins disappeared, and blessings were placed on the man in the red robe.

The man in red nodded and said, "Yes, these sin values ​​are enough to fulfill my dreams for many years."

The man in red robe disappeared.

Two great magicians of the Roman Empire appeared in a valley. They had to come here because there was a man who had met them, and they could never afford to offend him. Although he was his own student before.

"I haven't seen such a big scene for a long time." The Undead Magister found a place to stand among the corpses with difficulty and walked forward step by step.

This is a valley between two hills. The dense corpses fill almost every floor in the valley. The smell of blood seems to condense the air in the valley into a huge solid, and the breathing inside cannot be smooth.

These are the corpses of the soldiers of the Roman Empire. Judging from the traces on the corpses, they were obviously killed in battle, but there were no traces of other enemies here.

The bishop's face looked ugly, his candle-like eyes glanced at the corpse, and he followed silently behind the Undead Great Magician. He was wearing a very ordinary monk's robe. He looked just an ordinary old man.

There was a protruding rock in the middle of the valley, and a man in a red robe was squatting on it. He saw the great magician of the Undead and the great priest of the Church of Light coming and stood up and went forward to greet him.

"I have been together for more than twenty years, and I feel sincerely relieved to see that the two teachers are still in this spirit. "The man in the red robe bowed to the great magician of the undead and the great priest of the Church of Light. Because I didn't expect this army to move so quickly, the position of the teleportation magic array was somewhat deviated, which made the two teachers still have to work hard. I'm so sorry."

"You killed these people?" asked the great pastor of the Church of Light, staring at the man in red robe.

"Yes." The man in red robe replied respectfully. "They were assigned to the north to support the magician army. Anyway, it was a dead end. It would be better to die here, so they would not suffer more from the trouble of slaughtering. I controlled their captain and asked him to bring the team in and then use illusions here to kill each other. It is much better to die in the hands of his own people than to be ravaged by those flying dragons, and they are dead as much as possible."

The great magician of the undead looked at the man in red robe covering his face and asked, "What's wrong with your face?"

The man in red robe stretched out his hand as dry as chicken feet to remove the robe covered on his face. He showed half an ordinary face, and there was no muscle or skin on his mouth to his jaw, and the teeth, bones, like the corners of the toilet wall, and muscles attached to it like dead grass. He used his half face to show a half wry smile: "The student was not well cared for, and someone damaged the mask made by the teacher. However, the teacher's student was also the teacher's student, and he should be considered my junior brother, right?"

The Undead Magi thought for a while, shook his head and said, "It's not my student."

The man in red robe said, "But I saw him wearing the Ghost King's robe you took away, and he was burned by my magic when exposed to the outside world without any harm. This is the protective effect of the Ghost King's robe that only those who have practiced the Real Meditation can fully exert. Real Meditation You took it away more than 20 years ago. How can your students who are not yours to practice?"

The great priest of the Church of Light turned his head and looked at the Undead Great Magician. The Undead Great Magician pretended not to see it.

"Is he your student your son?" asked the man in red. "The student killed him not long ago without permission. I hope the teacher will not be surprised."

The Undead Magi shook his head and said, "No, he is my student." He couldn't explain it clearly, so he admitted it for now.

"That's such a very energetic young man. No wonder the teacher is very fond of him. But it's a pity that he died young." The man in a red robe said in a playful tone.

The great pastor of the Church of Light frowned and said, "You tried every means to send us two teleportation scrolls to us just to talk to you about this nonsense?"

"Of course not. Two teachers, please look over there." He pointed his hand at the rock where he had just squatted. There was a green leaf in the center of the magic circle painted on the rock. The smell of the corpse in the valley could not conceal the vitality of the leaves.

"I want to use the power of the two teachers to complete an unprecedented magic ceremony." The man in the red robe changed his voice, although he was still hoarse and strange, but excited. "With their resentment of death as the core, use the corpses here to shape a magical life form. This will be the most powerful creature in ancient times. The completely different magic powers of the teacher and I can use the forbidden spell resurrection technique."

"Oh?" The Undead Magister's eyes opened.

"This magical ritual can even surpass the power of mortals. This will be the highest realm of magic. It is the testimony of human beings to challenge the Creator and the greatest work of art. This great creation will be performed by the strongest magicians among the three continents." The voice of the man in the red robe became even more hoarse and strange because of his excitement. The great magician of the undead seemed to be infected by his emotions, and his eyes began to flash with a strange radiance.

"Do you think I will agree?" The voice of the great pastor of the Church of Light was as cold as a basin of ice water.

"I want to ask the teacher to fulfill the promise from twenty-three years ago. Do me a favor."

"I only remember that I had promised to my genius student. But he was no longer here." The voice of the great pastor of the Church of Light seemed a little weird because of the memories and feelings, and turned into a kind of resentment of disgust. "I never remember anything to a monster like a lich." He turned his head and walked towards the way he came.

"Does the teacher bear to watch countless civilians die tragically? Countless towns and villages are destroyed?" The man in a red robe shouted from behind in a hoarse voice.

"What do you mean?" The great pastor of the Church of Light stopped and turned around. The pair of eyes on his thin face shone with light as if two balls of flames were burning there.

The man in red robe said: "Students will never dare to threaten the teacher, they just want to remind the teacher. If this magic ceremony is held in this wilderness, students can guarantee that they will not hurt innocent civilians. If the teacher insists on resolutely, the students will naturally not dare to force it. However, I will go to the capital of the Roman Empire to complete the ceremony. I will use the resentment of millions of people to complete the ceremony."

The great pastor of the Church of Light did not speak, and the light in his eyes was swaying, and finally he walked back silently.

"The students will always remember the teacher's kindness." The man in red robe bowed to the ground.

The man in red robe said: "This ritual is based on the magic of the Undead Great Magician. Only your zombie technique can fully activate and synchronize the energy of these zombies. First, please turn these zombies into zombies as much as possible, and then concentrate on the magic circle."

"Can such a ritual really work?" asked the Undead Great Magi frowned. "It seems that I have never had such a magical ritual like this. Will the magic circle you drew in a hurry be really useful?"

The man in red robe said: "I can be sure this magic is absolutely feasible."

"Okay, then start." The Undead Magister was a little eager to try. He raised his hands and slowly began to recite the spell. A blue and white light began to jump between his hands, and then shone on the surrounding corpses.

The corpses in the valley slowly began to wriggle. At first, they just stood up one or two slowly, and then gradually more and more. In the end, hundreds of corpses stood up from the pool of blood.

At first, these corpses were still slow and their movements were still stiff, but as the great magician of the undead kept reciting spells, the movements of these corpses became more and more flexible and soft, and they were completely alive. The corpses began to pounce on the leaves of the world tree on the rocks. Corpants continued to overlap with each other, and as the corpses accumulated higher and higher. The movements of the corpses behind became more and more flexible and agile. They actually began to leap and climb other corpses like monkeys and continued to accumulate to the heights, forming a mountain of corpses.

As the corpses continued to accumulate, the great magician of the undead began to show a difficult look, and his raised hands began to tremble slightly. After all, this was the control of hundreds of corpses.

The man in red robe also began to recite his magic: "Dark dragon sleeping in the cracks of time, please revive your soul from ancient memories. I call you in the name of darkness and destruction. Please show your power in this world."

Just like when I was in the Whispering Forest, the illusion of a green dragon began to condense in the air. The difference is that the illusion this time was clearer, as if it was a really stylish object. The dragon's position was not in the red robe. Instead, it coincided with the mountains accumulated by the corpse, and the corpses were also changing their positions according to the illusion range of the dragon. The dragon did not open its mouth and spewed out flames, but stood there quietly.

"Teacher, it's your turn." The man in red robe shouted loudly. But the great priest of the Church of Light did not move.

"Teacher, please use the resurrection technique." The man in the red robe began to tremble. The great magician of the undead also trembled even harder. The great priest of the Church of Light still did not move, but stared at the illusion of the corpse and the dragon.

"Teacher, I can't control it anymore." The body of the man in the red robe began to shake. The dragon's illusion began to slowly raise his head and inhale. A violent wind sounded in the valley, and the air began to condense towards the dragon. The spells that maintained their marching were an unimaginable burden on any spellcaster, and both body and spirit would be consumed.

The body of the Undead Magi began to shake violently. Blood began to overflow from the corner of her mouth. The blood flowed down his beard. On the way, she was sucked by the strong wind in the valley towards the dragon. The body of the man in the red robe looked like a dead leaf that could be torn apart at any time in the strong wind. The sound of bones colliding with each other was actually made in the shaking body. She shouted in a sound that was shaking so hard that it was hard to hear: "Teacher, if you don't take action, he will be out of control."

The dragon's head was raised upwards, and the wind had been silent.

A pure white cross-shaped light curtain appeared in the sky and descended and fell on the dragon's body.

The dragon's movement stopped, and hundreds of corpses also shone white light under the white light, and began to wriggle like a pile of huge worms, gradually merging with each other, and finally completely merged with the dragon's illusion.

The Undead Magister and the man in the red robe fell softly to the ground at the same time, as if their bodies had been completely drained. The great priest of the Church of Light walked up and reached out and pressed his hand on the Undead Magister to use the recovery magic. The great magistrate of the Undead slowly stood up.

A turbid roar that could not have been made by any creature resounded through the sky. The dragon gathered among hundreds of corpses moved by itself. The corpses' clothes, armor and weapons were scattered in every part of his body like scales, and blood and internal organs dripped from it from time to time.

The man in red robe was still lying on the ground, his empty eyes emitted all the remaining brilliance in his body, and murmured as he looked at the giant creature formed by the corpse, "So beautiful"

The corpse dragon shook his body, confirmed his existence, and raised his head high as if celebrating his birth.

The Undead Magi hurriedly dragged the man in red robe to his side, and then he and the great priest of the Church of Light worked together to support a ball-shaped magic barrier.

The dark green flames emitted by the corpse dragon bowed their heads filled every part of the valley. When the flames dissipated, everything disappeared, and even half of the rock walls on both sides were cut off. The corpse dragon took a step and moved its huge body out of this completely deformed valley.

The man in red robe lying on the ground was weak but excitedly shouted: "See, this is a real dragon of darkness. It is not an illusion created by magic power. It is a real thing, a miracle that even the Creator cannot create. This is a masterpiece of magic, the highest manifestation of wisdom, and the evidence that humans overcome God."

The Undead Magi looked at the corpse dragon in horror. He shook his head slowly and said, "This is indeed a masterpiece of magical wisdom, but now I regret it."

The two great magicians were controlled by the Red Robe Man, and they could not fight against the Red Robe Man because the Red Robe Man had another identity, the clone of the God of Death.

The red-robed man's palm was blunt, and the spiritual energy around him quickly condensed. After a moment, the red-robed man regained his cultivation level again.

"I promise to help one person eliminate the small crisis. The two teachers will leave by themselves!"

The man in red robe finished speaking. He disappeared and appeared again. He had already appeared on the back of the Dark Dragon.

Creation, the Nine-level Dark Dragon was created,

Chen Daoyi suddenly opened his eyes in the Taoist temple and said, "Something powerful monster has appeared?"

Black smoke appeared in the distance, gradually swallowing the trees on the mountain.

"What is this?" Li Jiangshan looked at the strange scene in the distance.

In the Dragon Valley, many flying dragons began to fight each other in horror.

The Lord of Sky City watched the black-robed man riding on the dark dragon, and sparks of revenge appeared in his eyes.

The Red Robe, the clone of the God of Death, has extremely powerful strength. However, his dream for many years is to create a new life, but this requires a huge sin value, and the Lord of Sky happens to have such a huge sin value.

The Red Robe Man obtained the Sin Value from the Lord of Sky City, and the Lord of Sky City made the Red Robe Man eliminate the obstacles in front of him.
Chapter completed!