The corpse group, which was cleared out by Mobak's silent shout, could not have an overwhelming advantage for a while. Then, a strong man fell from the sky and smashed on the ground.

Gray, a lich with a hole in his head, swung a staff weighing dozens of pounds and smashed the head of the ghoul in front of him. He is indeed a lich wizard who is good at facing the front.

The Lich King, the Undead Saint, floated in, and jumped in, quickly surrounded the neighborhood. Even if the ghouls had four legs, they would probably not be able to break through the protection circle.

Soon, millions of skeletons rushed over, and the ghouls lost their greatest advantage, even the number could not be compared.

Luo Heng suddenly thought of something and said loudly: "There is a mutated ghoul. Grab it, I want to live."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Luo Ying received several responses in his heart. Those late-coming Lich King and the Undead Saints, seeing the miserable situation of Mobak at this moment, felt the anger in His Majesty the King of Steel Bone, were as obedient as quails.

There were millions of skeletons surrounded, and they were not afraid of any danger to the King of Steel Bones. They directly divided half of the high-level undead creatures to round up the mutated corpse-eating turtle.

Then Luo Heng reached out and held Mobak's soul fire in his hand. A gentle soul flame rose into his palm, nourishing Mobak's soul.

Mobak, who was so weak that he could not even speak, quickly condensed under the nourishment of Luo Chuan's soul fire.

After barely being able to condense the body, Mobak couldn't wait to get out of Luo Chu's palm and said in panic: "Damn it, let Your Majesty, I'm very sorry."

This kind of nourishment is indeed a waste of energy. Luo Qin paid three points of soul energy and could nourish Mobak for one point.

Luo Heng looked at Mobak, and said a lot of words and said nothing, and finally turned into a sigh: "You are very good, I remember you."

After receiving praise from His Majesty the King of Steel Bone, Mobak couldn't help but float up again and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, this is what I should do."

"I don't want it anymore. Can't I protect myself? Besides, my life box is still left at home, so there is no need to take risks." Luo Qing said.

"No." Mobak condensed a firm face: "It is our mission to protect Your Majesty. Even if you dedicate your life, you will be willing to do so."

"No, no, no, you will steal my limelight like this, so don't want it in the future." Luo Xun said in another way.

"Ah?" Mobak was a little confused. When did he steal the limelight from His Majesty?

"Your silent cry just now was silent. You have cleared the enemies on the street. Isn't it very handsome?" Luo Xu said.

Is he very handsome? He was so anxious that he could not care about so much, but His Majesty said he was handsome, so he must be handsome, Mobak nodded.

"You know, the Legend of the King of Cylinders is still writing. When you are so handsome today, wouldn't you steal the limelight from me?" Luo Qing said.

"Ah?!" Yes, I actually stole the limelight from Your Majesty. Wouldn't I have no distinction between the primary and secondary when I write it in the book?

In a certain year and month, the undead Mobak fought his life and burned his soul to cast a silent cry of forbidden spell magic, saving the King of Cylindrons.

Oh, he couldn't help but beat himself up after hearing this description. His Majesty the King of Cyborgs still needs him to seek it? What kind of decent style?

"Your Majesty, I know I'm wrong." Mobak sincerely admitted his mistake.

Huh, Luo Xun breathed a sigh of relief and finally persuaded him. Sometimes it is not good to be too loyal and hard-working. Even if he doesn't need to work hard, he will easily lose himself.

Luo Qin's own life case was not on his body. Even if he was beaten to death, he would only lose a body. Even if there was a controllable hand and a hand to mourn the death, Luo Qin was not willing to lose his loyal subordinates for these things outside of his body.

"Just knowing that I am wrong. Don't steal the limelight from now on. Don't work so hard when encountering things. Are you still afraid that I can't handle it?" Luo Qing said.

After persuading Mobak, he asked Gray to take him down to rest. Luo Heng turned his gaze to the undead in his hand.

The undead was pulled into a ball and could only condense a face. At this moment, his face was no longer as relaxed, casual, and as if nothing had happened.

"Who are you?" Luo Heng raised the undead and said gloomyly.

"Haha, haha." The undead laughed dryly, hesitated on his face, and asked: "I will answer your question, are you willing to let me go?"

"What do you think?" Luo Heng also laughed.

"Then I won't tell you, you can kill me." The undead looked stern, and he looked like he was closing his eyes and waiting for death.

"Is it meaningful to tell me whether you tell me or not? Everyone is an immortal creature, don't you understand the soul search?" Luo Heng curled his lips.

"Then you search." The undead followed suit and curled his lips: "I'm just a projector. You can find the memory of the original body. You are really good at it."

Luo Heng frowned. This is indeed a problem. Can soul searches to find the memory of the projection?

I don’t know, I haven’t searched it, what if I can’t find it? I took such a big risk to pull him back from the space crack and almost let Mobak die. Wouldn’t it be a loss if I can’t get any information out?

"Since you are just a projector, what's the difference between whether I can let you go or not? If you let you go, will you return to the original body?" Luo Qing asked.

"Projection also needs to be carried. For example, a dead soul, a skeleton, a rabbit, a grass, or a person, can't be projected out of thin air. I am a dead soul born by the power of the body. I can carry the power of the body, but I am not the body."

After a pause, the undead smiled and added: "It was originally one, but your trap just now separated us. Now I am a deceased undead who exists independently."

Can the dominant hand still separate the projection from the body?

"Since you are already an independent soul, why can't I search your soul?" Luo Qing asked again.

"What's the use of searching for my soul? I know nothing about everything about the body except his name." The dead soul had an indifferent expression on his face.

"You know nothing about him, so why am I letting you go?" Luo Heng couldn't understand even more.

"As long as you promise to let me go, I can cooperate with you and in turn draw more information from my body. He should be very surprised now, why I suddenly lost contact." said the Dead.

Luo Heng looked at the dead a few times, and suddenly raised his fist and smashed it to the ground.

The undead was stunned for a moment. What was going on?
Chapter completed!