Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"You are..."

Painhurs looked down a little, staring at the severed hand under his hoof. He didn't know what the ghoul was joking about. The blood was dripping at the fractured part of his wound, and countless live granules were squirming. Out of the crack in the right wrist, bones, nerves, and rotten and smelly flesh and epidermis were regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is not because of his superb regeneration ability, but purely because of the geographical advantage.

The negative energy immersed in this piece of land is so rich that it is terrifying that a mortal just standing on it will continue to be eroded by the psychic energy until he falls to the ground and die.

The reverse is also true. Undead creatures just stand on this land, and no matter how many injuries they have, they will recover as time goes by.

"I, Gabriel Seth, challenge you, necromancer."

The gigantic evil spirit with abominable appearance repeated his words with the gloomy lips and teeth like the entrance of the tomb.

"This is our tradition. You have to prove your strength to meet our king. And my act of throwing out my gloves is launching a glorious challenge to you! Pick it up, and this sacred battle will Established under the gaze of my king."

"You call this a glove?"

The pale warlock glanced at the gradually stiff broken claws, spit out weakly in his heart, and slightly raised his left hand. A stretch of tentacles constructed purely from arcane arts quietly extended out of his fingertips, rolled up the broken limbs on the ground, and placed them on the floor. On the palm of his hand.

"Necromancer, just call me Liu Yuan."

The warchief used his original name, after all, the name of the tribe lord was too loud.

Seeing the white horse picking up the "gloves" he threw out, the huge ghoul, using his rotting flesh and blood, meticulously performed the etiquette of a Roman nobleman, and then kicked the ground with four claws, and the whole person looked like The sharp arrow that left the string, wrapped in the howling wind and the stench of suffocation, pounced fiercely and drew a deadly arc in the sky.

But Painhurs was faster. He quickly absorbed the magical power of the bloodline, transformed it into a spear of evil flame, and threw it fiercely. The ghoul couldn't turn around in the air, so he had to watch. With chaotic anger, it is getting bigger and bigger in his pupils.

The four-colored demon flames melted the dark sky, and went straight through Gabriel Seth’s right shoulder. The terrifying force attached to the evil flame spear not only suppressed the ghoul’s pounce, but also The one he was carrying flew out backwards and hit the ground heavily, raising dust in the sky.

"Roar!!!"

The ghoul let out a roar, the spear of energy that was so strong that it turned into a solid state, plunged deep into the earth, nailing his whole person to the ground, and moving a little, the flesh and blood that was penetrated would come to tears. Severe pain in the lungs.

Mephisto tried to extinguish the spear that broke the evil flame. Not only did he fail, his left hand also lit a chaotic flame at the moment when he touched the four-color magic fire. The corrupt flesh and blood slowly burned and melted like a candle. The high-temperature evil flames twisted into hateful faces, piled up together, screaming, roaring, and howling with a sharp and piercing explosion sound.

"Sizzle—"

The ghoul snapped off his left elbow and threw his burning left hand far away. At the same time, skeleton soldiers of various shapes, like bamboo shoots, spring up in the blanket of bones. Wielding a machete, he cut off Mephisto's right shoulder completely, and then he was free from the confinement of the evil flame.

"Is this...Arcane Fire? No, the Arcane Fire is a kind of arcane arrow that is ignited. Your shape and energy are wrong?"

The broken left hand and right arm, Gabriel Seth, who was regenerating rapidly, said in horror.

"Forget it, Necromancer! Let me show you how the real Necromancer fights. Your fancy zombie dragon is useless. His frosty breath can't hurt my huge army at all."

Pain Hess looked around. Indeed, while he was speaking, more and more skeleton soldiers climbed up from the blanket of bones, deep in the eye sockets, and re-ignited the blue undead fire. Surrounded by one man, one horse and one silver dragon.

"Roar--"

Aggrievedly let out a low growl, these skeletons are really annoying, why don't they fear their own ice?

"Okay, it's okay, be good, the world is big, only the skeletons here restrain you, I will take you to every corner of the world in the future, don't be angry."

While comforting this guy's less than one-year-old mind, the warchief turned the arcane energy into a four-color magic flame.

During these hours, while he was training to concentrate, he was also constantly improving the Austrian fire: Peturabo could transform the slender Austrian rocket into a horror thing like Katyusha, and every bombardment can be intensive In the battlefield, why can't oneself create a piece of unmanned dead zone?

Although there is no way to achieve the level of the Lord of Steel, after all, he has to rely on that sophisticated arcane instrument to do it. However, the great chief's attempt has also paid off, at least he can transform this four-color magic flame into a super magical shape, or even shape it into the shape he wants.

This time, the evil flame spear that appeared with the dazzling blue light was as thick as a beam of a house. Under the will of the pale sorcerer, it quickly split into countless slender arrows, whizzing, roaring, and spinning, like a rain of arrows covering the sky, and like a greedy migratory locust, whistling and scattering in all directions, in the dark There were trails of brilliant flame tail smoke left in the sky.

The skeletons that encountered this chaotic and demon fire ignited four-colored evil flames on their bodies, and they started to congeal their temper. They also waved their slender and thick dragon tails, and swept them down. Those fragile skeletons were all beaten. The fragmentation, countless bones flying all over the sky, it is truly spectacular.

Gabriel Seth, who had completed the rebirth, flew again, his fangs and claws gleaming with a terrifying splendid light. This time, the warchief simply pinched the magic flame spear in his hand and solidified it. It became a real weapon and put on a counter-charge posture, letting the ghoul who flew over, roared and ran into the burning spear tip, and was penetrated by the evil flame on his right shoulder for the second time.

"you failed."

Painhurs swung his spear fiercely, and smashed the ghoul hung on the tip of the spear to the ground. The sturdy horse hooves stepped on the opponent's calf and palm, and his left hand pulled out the natural disaster from his waist. The sword lightly touched the sharp point of the sword that was entwined with thousands of thunder snakes on the opponent's throat.

"Now, take me to your king."

"Excellent. Your strength is amazing."

Suddenly, a round of applause came from the warchief's side, and Painhurs glanced at it, and saw a monster under the hooves, but also a huge ghoul, who did not know when, came to his side.

The 6-meter-tall ghoul king, who is comparable to a giant, looks more like a human than these rotten undead monsters. Of course, that’s because every inch of his skin is covered with a blood-colored robe, and the outside is still covered. A delicate lock armor with long sleeves and knees riveted together by thousands of gold rings. On the chest is an extremely heavy bronze breastplate from the ancient Greek period. It is painted and outlined by dyes of gold, silver and red. Create a delicate picture scroll.

A drop of delicate blood spreads a pair of white wings to the sides, just like the wings behind the ghoul king.

That's right, the other great chief was horrified that behind this undead creature, there really are a pair of white wings that are as graceful as angels!

Strands of long golden hair reveals the gaps in his helmet, swaying gently with the biting wind of immortality, the face under that armor is even more indescribable. Countless languages ​​are used to describe beauty, A perfect vocabulary, if used to describe his face, would be regarded as an intolerable blasphemy. If it weren't in the immortal land, Painhurs would never think he was a monster of the undead.

This kind of perfect face that is close to the beauty of one's thoughts, myself, has only been seen in the person known as JOJO.

"Welcome to my kingdom, necromancer, I am the king of ghouls, San Giles."

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