Almighty Alchemist

When he entered, it was Master Dardanelle.

When he came out, it was Hugh Iglare.

With blond hair fluttering, fierce murderous intent condensed in his eyes, Xiu Yi carried a bloody long sword and walked down the small building step by step. Several guards lay dead on the stairs.

From the carriage downstairs, two people came out, Lilith and Eagle.

The current Lilith is no longer the noble young lady who wears a noble dress and tucks her waist so hard that she screams in pain. Dressed in a military uniform, she no longer concealed her long elf-like ears, and her skin was full of throwing knives. Behind her is her usual emerald green longbow, with a quiver under her waist. The body of the arrow is engraved with fine spell lines, shining with a strange light.

Eagle Ashlin, the old necromancer also changed his image of a weak old man. He was wearing a wizard cloak, and in his hand was the undead bone staff specially made for him by Xiu Yi. It looked inconspicuous in black, but it was made of the most precious materials, and it had the additional effect of undead spell power. He still holds a strange skull in his left hand. On his skinny old face, a pair of deeply sunken eye sockets, like the fireflies in a cemetery at night, shone with emerald green phosphorescence.

The coachman driving the carriage was Buckler. When he took off the camouflage coat and put on his fiery red cloak, he revealed a body of strong and stretched muscles. Except for an epee, there is nothing else.

A samurai only needs a sword, which is the insistence of every senior samurai.

"It's done?" Buckler asked in a deep voice.

Xiu Yi nodded coldly: "That's not difficult."

Buckler quickly took out the crystal ball: "Leiler, get all the brothers ready. Once the magic hood rises, immediately kill the outer gate guards. The Dardanelle family has been completely exposed in this prison, kill everyone."

"Understood." On the other side of the crystal ball, Lele Yesa's murderous face flashed past.

"Igor, you go to the safe area on the left, be careful there are two sixth-level warriors inside." Xiuyi walked quickly and said.

"The stronger the better." The old necromancer replied hehe.

If the alchemist is the most powerful when prepared, then the magician is second.

A mage kills, he is prepared to fight the unprepared, and can destroy an enemy ten times as powerful as himself.

"Lilith, watch out for the sentry on the other side of the tower and block the passage leading here. Be careful. Your duty is to hold them back. When Eagle comes to help you, I'll send a blazing bird to assist you." Xiu continued to give orders.

Although she had already explained something before the mission was deployed, Xiuyi solemnly told Lilith again.

Then he looked at Buckler.

The seventh-level marine warrior jumped into the carriage and said coldly, "Leave the trap area to me."

Xiu Yi nodded: "Xu, you go to the World of Warcraft area."

"Yes, father." Amid a puff of green smoke, the little guy suddenly appeared and replied in a childish voice.

Everyone has left, and Xiuyi returns to the small building.

The reason why you should kill the warden first is because this is not only the warden's office, but also the control center of the prison.

When he came to the control center of the prison's magic hood, Xiu Yi silently counted the time and pressed the start button hard.

"boom!"

A huge magic energy shield rose over the entire Spark Prison, and shocking shouts came from the forty-two magic towers at the same time: "What's going on? What happened? Why did the magic shield rise?"

The magic hood of Spark Prison is mainly used to isolate and block. It can not only prevent the attack of external enemies, but also prevent the strong burst of the inner cell, and even block the transmission of magical energy.

Once the magic cover is raised, unless the control hub is turned off, or the magic balls on the forty-two magic towers are destroyed, the magic cover will not disappear within a day. This time is enough for Spark Prison to invite reinforcements.

However, no one expected that someone would take advantage of this facility and in turn firmly control the entire Spark Prison, preventing anyone here from escaping.

From the moment the action plan was formulated, Xiu Yi had already adhered to the cruelest principle of combat: kill all enemies and leave no one behind.

This is not a prison robbery, but a massacre...

"Ah!" A shrill scream tore through the tranquility of the night in Spark Prison, and a bloody battle officially started.

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Safe place.

This is the first place where the battle begins.

When the old necromancer arrived here, the sentinels on duty were still sleeping soundly. They are the next shift of guards and will start their duties after midnight.

But this time, there was no need for them to change the guard.

"Endless darkness from hell... Cover up the light... I swear to you with my blood... Give the enemy eternal imprisonment with my hatred!" The old necromancer recited this series of long and strange spells in a trembling voice.

Level 5 undead spell, prison of sorrow.

"Evil Lord of the Undead, I offer you endless gifts in exchange for your power..."

Level 4 undead spell, flesh and blood stripping.

"The power of the dead is eternal, allowing life and death to switch between natural cycles..."

Level 3 undead spell, undead conversion.

After the old necromancer cast three undead spells in a row, his complexion seemed to have turned darker again, and his deep-set eye sockets became more ferocious, showing a green and fierce light.

Undead spells may be said to be the most powerful of all magic systems. Its characteristics are vicious and strange, difficult to guard against, and stronger with each battle. In the competition of spells of the same level, purely in terms of power, the power of undead spells is second only to fire spells, water-type lightning branch spells, dark spells, and space spells. However, undead spells also have the characteristics of fast casting speed and low mana consumption. Its biggest shortcoming is that the use of undead spells will consume people's energy.

This is why the necromancer always makes himself look like a human, and a ghost doesn't look like a ghost until the end of his practice.

As the old mage chanted the incantation, the sky in this area became gloomy and gloomy, as if time and space had changed in an instant, bringing people to the ancient battlefield all of a sudden.

A strong breath of undead permeated the surroundings, and the eerie waves of death flooded the earth like a tide, completely covering the Sentinel's residence.

The peeling of flesh and blood makes the mist of undead highly corrosive, which can corrode every life that is enveloped. The prison of sorrow makes people get lost in a space like a cemetery of the undead, and it is difficult to escape. The conversion of undead directly converts every killed life into an existence in the form of undead, waiting for the command of the caster to fight.

For any system of spells, it never depends on the level, but on the skill of using it.

But at this moment, the Sentinel, which originally existed as the prison's backup attack force, was converted into its own usable power by the undead spell for the first time.

Tragic wailing sounds came from the mist, and figures bumped into each other everywhere. The Sorrow Prison made them lose their vision, unable to distinguish their direction at all, and the pain caused by the peeling of flesh and blood was unbearable.

In the stern mist of death, the two figures suddenly burst out with a strong fighting spirit. The light of battle energy was so strong that it even temporarily dissipated the fog of the prison of sorrow.

Burning Dou Qi, the unique ability of a warrior, is a temporary ability improvement in exchange for a huge sacrifice, and the damage it brings to oneself afterwards is almost permanent and extremely difficult to recover.

With the radiance of fighting spirit rising, a figure shouted: "I saw him, that necromancer is there!"

"Kill him!" shouted another.

The two figures drew two lightning-like arcs in the mist, and shot towards the old necromancer.

The moment they rushed out of the Sorrowful Prison, one could even clearly see the faces of the two warriors, which had been eroded by the poisonous mist, were bloody and bloody, with huge blood bubbles popping out one after another.

These blood bubbles are constantly beating, and when they burst suddenly, large pieces of blood and flesh will be released.

One of the samurai's eyeballs was blasted, and his whole face seemed to be poured with boiling oil, which was extremely hideous and terrifying.

Another samurai's right hand was eroded to the extent that large pieces of flesh and blood were separated, revealing white bones. But this bony hand, as bony as a chicken's claw, still held the long sword tightly and refused to let go.

The warrior's nerves are tough, the warrior's response is quick, and the warrior's will is strong.

Even if they encounter a surprise attack, these prison guard warriors still react correctly at the first time, and use all their strength to fight back against the enemy. Even if they know that they will not survive tomorrow after being hit by this insidious spell, they still have to try their best to destroy the enemy.

That is the first rule that every samurai receives in training: tenacity is the foundation of a samurai, never give up at any time, even at the last moment.

Seeing the two sixth-level warriors rushing towards him aggressively, Eagle sighed helplessly.

If a samurai ignites his life and destroys his fighting spirit with his strong physical fitness and absolute fighting spirit, then the necromancer is a good player who hides in the dark and attacks the enemy.

In the case of similar levels, no one has ever been able to win the game after being plotted by the necromancer, especially the sixth-level warrior is not stronger than the fifth-level mage in terms of level.

Igor embraced the sky with both hands, and held up the bone staff:

"The gift of the Lord of Death has given me the power to destroy all living beings..."

With the chanting of the spell, a huge sickle appeared in the void. What makes people feel strange is that there is still a big bone hand that seems to be shrouded in dense air on the handle of the sickle.

Level 5 necromancy spell, Reaper's Scythe.

Eagle's left hand slightly swiped a semicircle, and the death scythe with a strong breath of death actually cut a spatial crack in the air.

The two warriors who were on the attack were forced to dodge to both sides, but how could the scythe that could cut even space allow them to go around easily.

Following Eagle's hand gesture, the sickle also drew a semicircle in the air, and two stern arcs of light quickly struck the two warriors.

The light of the knife pierced through the chest, piercing a big hole in their chest.

Surprisingly, there was not a trace of blood flowing from the wounded warrior.

The blood was directly lost in the turbulent flow of time and space.

After the scythe in the sky glowed a blood-red light, it gradually disappeared, leaving only two warriors staring blankly at the hole in their chest.

Their bodies still exist, but their lives have been harvested by the scythe.

Large pieces of flesh and blood peeled off from the body, and life disappeared.

Just a few minutes later, the two warriors who rushed out of the prison of sorrow had only a skeleton skeleton left, but they still held swords in their hands.

The old necromancer sighed slightly, walked over slowly, tapped on the skulls of the two skeletons, and chanted softly:

"In the name of the Lord of the Undead, I grant you immortal power."

Two faint lights flashed past, and with the implantation of the power of the dead soul, faint blue flames flashed in the eye sockets of the two skeletons.

They knelt down to Eagle.

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