"call out!"
"call out!"
Synchronized attack, two sharp bone spurs stabbed instantly.
The ear-piercing howl turned the nearest air into two white lines, like a rainbow penetrating the sun, heading straight for the undead monarch's head.
However, due to the special characteristics of the undead body, the stabbing attack that was originally capable of penetrating everything seemed to be plunged into thick fog and suddenly failed.
There is no use for it other than a short stir.
Under the cloak, his scarlet eyes glanced at the two bone spurs piercing his body, and he chuckled instantly.
I saw the huge body of the undead monarch, turning like mist. The body spread rapidly, and the thick black death aura enveloped the two closest aberrations in the blink of an eye.
Corrosion! Withering!
The thick death aura spread to the white bones, instantly covering the white bones with a layer of dull gray.
Life extraction is unique to the ability of the Necromancer. Every dimming of the aberrant body means that a large amount of life force has been drained away and thus completely absorbed.
The fog range is getting bigger and bigger.
But the two-headed aberrations shrouded in the air of death still had no emotions at all.
No panic, no flinching.
It's like the top fighting machine.
A few seconds later, the aberrations attacking from both ends did not care that they were about to be corroded into slag, and started to move again amidst the sounds of dissolving death energy.
As fast as lightning.
The bone spurs all over his body turned into weapons, and every move he made was an attack.
The long bone whip at the tail vertebra was suddenly barbed, and before the death energy corroded, the two white bone whips instantly stabbed out like cannonballs, trying to kill the "Ink Spirit" again.
"laugh!"
"laugh!"
The bone awls crisscrossed and penetrated continuously, turning into a white afterimage.
Compared to attacking the body, the tailbone whip that goes straight to the core is obviously more effective.
At a frequency of up to hundreds of attacks per second.
The giant scarlet eyes swayed, and the body that was spreading suddenly stopped.
The death energy spreading from the body also twisted and swayed during this attack.
This is a battle between monsters and monsters.
Dead air corrosion failed.
Just like the two-headed aberrations fished out of sulfuric acid without any intention of stopping, the figure flashed again, and the joints of the whole body violated the restrictions, turning into various cruel killing moves, constantly attacking the black mist.
Take advantage of your illness to die!
Following a painful low roar, piercing sword breaths were slashed out from the hands of nearly a hundred Lin An.
One against a hundred.
No matter how powerful the Necromonarch's form is, he cannot survive against hundreds of third-level coordinated aberrations.
Instinctively, "Mo Ling" obviously realized this.
I saw that she, who was slightly suspended from the ground, was instantly teleported in mid-air.
After dodging the sword breaths and mental storms coming one after another.
The dim death energy condensed again in an instant, and as his hands spread out as if summoned, a black energy column that penetrated the heaven and earth appeared instantly.
The dead rise!
Connecting life and death, on the ground, a large number of dead Lin An's corpses suddenly stood up strangely when summoned.
Shaky.
Even if they lack heads or are cut in half, under the power of death, the dead Lin Ans are like the resurrected death army, turning towards the nearest Lin An.
If Lin An was still conscious, his jaw would definitely be dropped at this moment.
Inkling, who transformed into the Undead Lord, actually has the same resuscitation ability as his natural disaster skill.
But compared to his initial ability, this power of resurrecting the dead is more domineering!
The battle officially begins.
As the corpse continues to resurrect, Lin An also continues to divide.
For a moment, a strange scene formed on the small battlefield.
On one side is the undead monarch who is constantly reviving corpses and controlling the corpses to kill the aberrations. On the other side is Lin An who condensed from the void and rushes towards the ink spirit in the sky under the charge of the aberrations.
Like a millstone of flesh and blood.
Compared with the battle between Lin An, the brutality of the fighting at this time has once again soared.
Every time a Lin An dies, a corpse is resurrected.
And every time the corpse revives, Lin An will condense in the void again.
The strange confrontation resulted in a short-term balance.
Viewed from a high altitude, the entire battlefield looks like a black and white chessboard. Under the "command" of both sides, the opponent's pieces are constantly strangled.
It's just that no one can notice it.
From the destroyed rocket launch tower, the memetic fluctuations that were spreading continuously are now weakening.
Energy is needed to create 'Lin'an', it is also needed for division, and it is also needed for infection.
If there is only one-sided fighting between Lin An and others, the dead Lin An will also return energy to the meme, forming a cycle.
But after Mo Ling joined, Lin An, who was supposed to return to the cycle, was taken away by the Undead Lord's unique ability.
Memes are like batteries that supply the battle between the two sides. Under such huge consumption, even with the meme rule-level "ability", it cannot continue indefinitely.
And at the same time.
The undead monarch, who occupies almost half of the sky, is gradually beginning to alienate into the next stage.
A black shadow that condensed with the aberration slowly appeared beside the Undead Lord.
Also like, the Twins of Death.
"Bang!"
The simple door was pushed open.
The middle-aged man who was lying on the sofa with Mo Yu in his arms was stunned for a moment and looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw Mo Ling, who was supposed to be in the room, silently walking out of the room.
After seeing clearly that it was Mo Ling, the expression of enjoyment on the middle-aged man's face suddenly turned cold, and he turned to look at the girl angrily:
"What are you doing out here!?"
"Go back and do your homework!"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man calmly moved his hand away from Mo Yu's waist.
Although he doesn't care about anything, let alone the so-called image, as a stepfather, in his eyes, his two daughters are just delicacies that can be picked at any time.
But under the gaze of Mo Yu's eyes, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
Seeing that Mo Ling was unmoved, he just looked at him coldly.
An unknown anger suddenly arose in the middle-aged man's heart, and he denounced:
"What are you looking at! Didn't you see that I was talking to your sister?"
"What's that look in your eyes!?"
"You want to be beaten, don't you!?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand as usual, ready to slap the girl on the face.
To be continued...