Ange continued to stare at it, seeing that he couldn't get it fooled. The two small claws of the dimensional beast were put under its belly, buckling for a while, and then the left paw pressed on a phalanx and pushed out.

The phalanx it pulled has two sections, one for each person now.

Ange leaned over and picked it up, thus agreeing to the deal.

The dimensional beast breathed a sigh of relief, put away his knuckles, jumped onto Ange's shoulders, held Ange's head, raised himself up a little, and looked into the distance.

The purple-gold skeleton lowered its head and searched there for a while, but could not find its middle finger. Forget it, it stopped looking. It turned around, turned its back to the city wall behind it, and bowed towards the dead place in the distance.

He chirped: "Woo~~~"

On the distant land, the carpet of undead creatures surged forward, rushing forward like a tide.

The purple-gold skeleton murmured: "After the fight, go to bed." Then he limped back, not even looking back at the city wall behind him.

The defense line that mankind has maintained for more than a thousand years has been broken like this. Breaking its skeleton is like completing a trivial task and just wants to go back to sleep.

But judging from the way it is limping, I'm afraid it's not as easy as it looks on the surface.

On the platform behind the city wall, Dyson's legs were so weak that he could no longer stand. He stared blankly at the purple-gold skeleton going away, and murmured: "This...is this the strength of the Lord of Death?

Is it so scary?”

Someone came from behind to help him up and said, "Sir, it's time to go."

"Go?" Dyson was stunned: "Where to go?"

His subordinates said: "Return to the main plane and continue to defend."

Dyson asked absently: "Can you still hold on?"

"Of course, the main plane has powerful plane barriers, which are easier to defend. Moreover, sir, isn't returning to the main plane exactly what you want?"

Dyson's eyes lit up, yes, from this point of view, the loss of the Sunken Land does not seem to be a bad thing.

"Let's go!" Dyson, who had regained his composure, headed straight for the teleportation array with his loyal men.

However, it was impossible to evacuate all the people in a short period of time. Before all the people in the Holy Wall City were gone, the undead flood had already surged up and poured in through the holes in the city wall.

An undead saint floated at the front, shouting loudly: "Don't kill indiscriminately, they are all resources, just capture them."

Big Bone carefully avoided other people and walked close to the wall to avoid breaking anything, but soon it ran into another golden skeleton walking close to the wall.

Big Bone waved his hands with teeth and claws: "Ouch~" It was preparing to scare the opponent and make him give way.
Chapter completed!