Bobby has killed more than ten enemies, more than he has killed in his 20 years as a gang member. The stimulation brought by the battle gradually faded, and he began to feel physical fatigue, but Bobby believed it was still early to reach his limit.

A scream suddenly sounded behind him, causing his heart to fall into the ice cellar in an instant - the undead creature would not make such a sound when it was killed. Bobby turned around in panic and found that a jihadist who was coming was covering his abdomen and fell down. The one who killed him was a special skeleton warrior. Unlike the damaged equipment of the undead creatures around him, the skeleton was wearing well-maintained slat armor, holding a double-edged battle axe shining with cold light in his hand, and purple flames were burning in his flesh-free eye sockets. At this moment, he turned his head and looked at Bobby.

At that moment, Bobby felt that his spirit had been hit by the battle axe. He felt a fear that was completely inconsistent, and he felt like he had been immersed in a fixed magic. Not to mention turning around and running away, he could not even lift his arm.

This was obviously some special ability of the enemy. It rushed towards Bobby, holding the battle axe high, preparing to end the paralyzed enemy. But just as Bobby thought his life was about to end, a figure rushing towards him hit the skeleton warrior hard, causing its killing action to deviate from the target.

Bobby saw it very clearly that it was his old friend Terry who saved his life. Terry had several wounds of varying depths and looked quite embarrassed, but he seemed not affected by the effect of fear, and he was furious and waved his weapons at the skeleton warrior.

Unfortunately, the strength of this opponent is far above Terry. The three swords that humans swung continuously were all blocked by the enemy, and the movement of the fourth sword was completely deformed. The skeleton warrior just flashed slightly, and at the same time, he stumbled under his feet, causing Terry to fall to the ground.

The advanced undead opened his mouth and let out a harsh laugh like a mouse grinding his teeth. He stepped on Terry's back and was about to bear the fallen human in the next second. This scene greatly stimulated Bobby. He had recovered his control of his body at some point, and rushed forward desperately, raising his shield to cover his friend who had just saved his life.

The battle axe slashed heavily on the shield. Bobby heard a clear and crisp sound in his ear, followed by a terrible pain. He knew he had broken his bones, but the old guy was safe - at least for the time being. The left arm with the shield was hanging weakly, and Bobby no longer cared about the pain. He rotated his body as fast as he could, swinging the mace to the part closest to him.

The mace hit the target. Bobby was happy to see the warhammer smashing the skeleton's ankle, but the next moment he felt a terrible coldness, and most of the axe blade appeared in his vision. His speed was still slow, and he failed to completely destroy the opponent's attack, and was eventually chopped on his neck by the battle axe.

To his surprise, it didn't hurt.

But he immediately realized that he was looking at his body from the perspective of a third party, as if in a dream. He was happy to see Terry climbing up, and the enemy who had lost one foot was unstable, revealing a big flaw, and was hit by Terry's wrist with a sword. Two more jihadists came to join the battle, and the disabled enemies gradually became fragments, and soon under the siege of the sword blade, warhammer and spear tip.

Terry walked over and looked at the corpse that had obviously lost its life, with a helpless look in his eyes.

"I've already avenged you, old man." Terry said in a voice that only he could hear clearly, "Don't worry, we'll meet again soon..."

Bobby wanted to tell him that he was not in a hurry at all, but the other party had turned around and left and rushed towards the next enemy. At this moment, Bobby felt an irresistible force, dragging him away from this chaotic battlefield. The world quickly passed by him, and the temple of the Lord of the Dead appeared in front of him again. The difference was that he had never encountered any obstacles again this time and directly entered the temple.

The next moment, he found himself standing in a spacious stone chamber, without any wounds on his body, and feeling extremely light and comfortable, as if he was back in his childhood again. There was someone else in the room, a man wearing a silver-gray mask was watching him, and Bobby immediately understood who the figure was.

"My Lord!" Bobby was so excited that he was about to kneel down, but was stopped by some invisible force.

"You don't have to do that, my believer." Cranvo said in a quiet tone, "I have learned about your life. You have done many mistakes, but you have not committed any unforgivable sins. In the past few days, you have changed a lot because of your faith in me, especially the act of sacrificing for your friends in the end has made me very much appreciate."

"Thank you, Lord." Bobby lowered his head in shame, "I didn't think much about it at that time..."

"And that is especially valuable." Cranwo nodded, "As my believer and the state of the last moment of life, you are fully qualified to have a permanent sleep in my kingdom. But I believe you also know that it is an extraordinary moment and we must stop Lich Peyton Derek and the dark hand behind the scenes Cialick. So, are you willing to return to the world and fight for me again?"

"Of course, my Lord." Bobby raised his head suddenly, "Your wish is my mission."

"Very good, thank you very much." Cranvo nodded again, "Leave the door behind you, there is already someone waiting for you."

"Affect your order, my Lord..."

Bobby turned around and found an exit with a white curtain hanging on the wall, so he lifted the curtain and walked out. The moment he crossed the door, a familiar feeling came back. He felt his body become heavier, his vision seemed to have decreased, and his ears seemed to have a layer of cotton blocked, and he could no longer hear the sound of air flowing beside him.

He knew exactly what this meant.

At the door was a spacious hall like a church. There were many people sitting on the bench, and Cranvoy's emblem was hung on the wall around it, and someone was distributing weapons and equipment on the table at the bottom. A strong and powerful palm slapped his shoulder, and the owner of the palm shouted his name at the same time.

Bobby quickly turned around and looked at the strong orc in front of him who seemed to exist only in his memory.

"Boss Olga? Why are you here?"
Chapter completed!