"Master!" Surrounded by six powerful soul-level undead, the voice of the Miss Drow's mistress trembled, and she felt her legs become weak.

"What a panic, it's just an undead!"

Diapolo looked at the trembling Drow and snorted. There was not much power to restrain the undead on him.

The sacred powers, flames, thunder, and the current form of the Holy Light Dragon, which are usually seen but not used very much, are all the powers to restrain the dead.

Of course, restraint is always relative, just like a basin of water cannot extinguish a volcano, and a match cannot evaporate the sea. When the size gap is too large, restraint is a joke, but Diapolo is at the same level as these undead.

"It's so arrogant! Dragon of Destruction! But this is not what you should come from, this is the land of the undead."

The knight riding the soul-level bone beast was covered with armor, and he could not see the specific appearance clearly. He could only see the soul fire shining in his head from the pupils of the face armor.

"The undead is indeed pedantic. The empire has been destroyed for many years. You still use such rules to suppress me."

Diapolo sneered and said something that the mistress of the Drow beside him could not understand at all.

"It's really a fearless dragon. The empire has collapsed, but the rules we have set are still followed by, which means that these rules are still valid, because we will use force to maintain the rules."

The majestic Necromancer said awe-inspiring words that made the loyal and righteous people feel respectful. The spear in his hand shook, shaking its atmosphere, and igniting a wind mixed with strong dead air.

"Pediagra," said one thing, Diapolo still admired the conservative undead for the collapsed empire, but since the two sides have been determined to be hostile, they naturally would not say a good thing to the other party.

"Giant dragon, I don't know how powerful bone dragon will be born after I kill you and bury your corpse in this underworld in a thousand years."

"Ha, I'm very curious. How hard are you guys and how much trouble you can withstand me."

Diapolo glanced at the bottom. The three hell skeleton dogs that he had just dismantled were actually reorganizing their bodies. The bones that were thrown everywhere and were broken were slowly moving towards the three dog heads.

Although the undead has the characteristics of immortality and it doesn't matter how much the body is removed before being injured by the restrained power, it is a bit too much for people like the Hell Skeleton Dog to have bones crushed into pieces and can still be reorganized.

Should we really be the undead produced by the institute? We always have such headache-inducing characteristics.

"Harder than your minions."

He didn't say anything more than a long sentence. When he said this, the knight's spear had already stabbed out, turning into a dragon and snake that could swallow the mountains and bite it towards Diapolo.

“Gaga!”

When the knight spear came out like a dragon, the zombie covered with thick black hair also smiled strangely. Under the cover of black mist, she stretched out her sharp claws and rushed towards Diapolo, her eyes full of greed and desire for flesh and blood.

It's also pitiful. Although it is a zombie as strong as metal, it has not eaten a bite of fresh flesh and blood of living creatures since its birth, because it has been trapped in this half plane and cannot get out.

roar!

The bull-headed skeleton, which also attracted Diapolo's attention, also let out a roar that only a powerful existence can hear. Behind him, deathly aura rushed to the sky, condensed into a giant phantom nearly a thousand meters high.

What made Diapolo most alert was the thinnest bow-holding undead. Even when facing the siege of many undead, he still had some attention on it.

In fact, Diapolo was right, because when other undead groups were sieging Diapolo, the arched undead didn't say a word, and a claw reached its neck and pulled out a bone arrow from its spine.

Bending a bow and arrow, there is no surging death like a river, nor is there a earth-shaking momentum, its every move seems extremely

Ordinary did not even raise Diapolo's alertness.

But Diapolo watched helplessly as the atmosphere around the arrows placed on the bone bow of the skeleton archer were distorted, forming obvious ripples.

At this level, Diapolo was surprised to find that he still had no sense of crisis at all. At this time, he guessed what the power of this undead was, either to reduce his sense of existence, or to deceive the enemy's perception, or to have both,

call out!

The slightest sound rang out, and the skeleton archer let go of his fingers. The arrow drawn from his spine shot out, turning into a gray rainbow, and shot directly into the black dragon hovering in the sky.

Of course, he was dodging desperately at this old hidden Diapolo, so he didn't want to try what the consequences would be if this arrow that seemed to be without any threat.

Maybe it looks just like its appearance, unremarkable and without any threat, but is it possible? The skeleton shooter jumped out with these undead monsters. No matter how weak it is, it is still on the same level. And depending on the position, the position will never be much weaker.

Boom-

Diapolo, who had been forced to avoid the arrow, looked up at the sky in shock because he saw the arrow explode, turning into black mist that stretched for thousands of meters, and then a light rain formed, falling down slowly, corroding the ground covered with bones.

"This thing..."

Diapolo looked at the skeleton ground that was corroded by poisonous rain in a little scared. He couldn't imagine what would happen if he ignored the skeleton shooter just now and let the arrow shoot on his body.

Although he is very confident in his recovery ability, no matter how confident he is, he can't stand the injecting tons of venom into his body.

But Diapolo had just finished his gratitude and saw the skeleton archer who had fallen into a nasty way. Under the instructions of the black-armored knight, his body gradually faded and disappeared from the spot.

"Grass!"

No matter how bad Diapolo was, he had to raise some of his attention now, guarding against hidden arrows that might come from any direction at any time.

"You undead institute, have the ability to fight me one-on-one! What's the ability to fight a group?"

Diapolo pulled the zombie that was desperately trying to pounce on him like a maniac to the ground, and then his two claws tore the dragon snake formed by death gas to pieces, opened his mouth and spit out a dragon breath... The attacks of the undead made Diapolo feel overwhelmed and a little difficult.

If it is an ordinary soul-level undead, Diapolo is confident that he can pick more than one person, but these undead created by the institute are really struggling to fight.

"This is not a Knight's Arena, the Institute of the Undead. You are the first to violate the regulations and break into this place. Naturally, we can kill you by any means."

"Damn it."

Diapolo cursed softly and decided not to cover it up anymore. So, a golden light as bright as the sun burst out from his majestic dragon body as mountains, and the black scales naturally transformed into brilliant golden scales.

Just like the sun descending on the half-plane of the undead, Diapolo released a brilliant light, and naturally restrained the power of the undead's sun and sacred power from his body and shone in all directions.

But no undead living here longs for the light of the sun, because for the weak undead, the light of the sun is nirvana, and even the powerful undead is instinctively disgusted with the sun.

What's more, the light released from Diapolo is not comparable to that of the sunlight in nature. The light released by his form is mixed with the sacred power of the undead.

"ah!!!"

Among the undead, the zombie who coveted the flesh and blood of Diapolo the first to feel how powerful this power specifically restrained the undead was, because after being knocked to the ground by Diapolo, he adjusted a little and rushed up again.

This made his hair sizzle with the scorching sound of Diapolo's body, as if it was burned by fire, making an unpleasant stench and black smoke.

There was no need to hesitate or think. The zombie subconsciously wanted to retreat. In the light ball like the sun, a pair of claws covered with golden scales stretched over and held his arm firmly.

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Chapter completed!