I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Chapter 48

As the candles of the castle on the distant cliff go out.

On the barren land, there is gradually a yin wind whistling.

Click click.

One skeleton after another, climbed up from the ground.

They staggered to their feet, and a little bit of ghost fire ignited in their eye sockets.

There was even a tall skeleton general, riding a skeleton warhorse and wielding a long sword full of fluorescence in his hands.

Ling Ping looked at it and wanted to whistle.

But considering the presence of the audience, he folded his hands in a serious manner and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! Good! Good!"

As he spoke, he walked forward like an old monk with a face full of compassion.

"Senior!" The concerned voice of the audience came from behind: "This is the undead of the guards of the Kingdom of France!"

"You must be careful!"

The Guards of the Kingdom of France were an iron army in history!

Even the soldiers of the Federal Empire admired them very much.

In the Guards, there is a special unit called the 'King Forest Guard'.

It was the emperor's sharpest saber, and it was a famous extraordinary army on Qin Lu.

Legend has it that every member of this "Iron Guard" team had been trained in Qin Lu's most famous White Bone Church.

Each is the most devout ascetic.

And Chu Wei recognized those skeletons the moment they got up from the ground.

These things were wearing purple-gold military uniforms, with vaguely recognizable bauhinia flowers on their shoulders and skulls.

Needless to say, all of these things were the closest and loyal Kingsguard of the Emperor!

Before they were alive, they were already terrifying.

Each of them has at least the strength of a second lieutenant in black.

Now dead.

only stronger!

Sure enough, these skeletons walked towards them after seeing the senior.

One by one they raised their heads and roared.

Every skeleton burns.

Green ghost fires, burning from their torso and bones.

Eerie, eerie, terrifying voices roared out of their long-decayed vocal cords.

"Go forward! Master's servant! Rise up!"

"A glorious day awaits you!"

"Look, the master is watching us!"

"Raise the blood-stained battle flag!"

"Do you hear me! Master's servant!"

"Glorious war is calling us!"

They stepped on the dots, roared, and lined up neatly, like a strict army!

Some of them raised the long sword in their hands, and the ghost fire danced on the blade.

Others hold up a musket that has long been rotten and broken, the soul is gunpowder, and the pain is the bullet.

There were even a few skeleton soldiers who dug out a damaged and rusted cannon from the ground, and they pushed the cannon to the front.

A skeleton took off its head and stuffed it into the barrel of the artillery.

boom!

That cannon can go off!

Chu Wei looked at it, and his body began to tremble.

"Dead Army!"

"It's the undead army!"

The records of Heiyiwei came to the bottom of my heart.

In the past two hundred years, the soldiers of the Federal Empire and the comrades of the black-clothed guards have faced these terrifying and evil enemies many times.

A huge price to pay every time!

That is, until nearly fifty years ago, the Federal Empire mastered the secret of the sun and developed a large-yield hydrogen bomb.

Make sure these things can be wiped out and destroyed completely.

In addition, the Governor turned out to suppress the world.

These things are gradually disappearing.

But here, in this nightmare world, Chu Wei Wei knew that the hydrogen bomb of the federal empire was beyond reach.

It is impossible for the governor to come.

"Senior!" She couldn't help shouting: "The undead army is invincible!"

This is common sense!

Common sense that all Black Guard members know on their first day of service.

Necrons are essentially monsters that have been tortured and twisted by evil secret methods.

These things have no fear of life and death, no feelings, and no fatigue.

It's not really scary to be alone.

What is terrifying is the undead army that can line up, cooperate with each other, protect each other, and even form an array to cast spells and fight together.

That means, they still retain the wisdom of life.

Such undead can only be refined by the most powerful necromancers.

In other words...

In fact, behind these things, there is also a terrifying and powerful necromancer hidden.

Generally speaking, a necromancer who can refine a undead army is at least a major-general-level monster!

In Chu Wei's consciousness, such an enemy can only be confronted by the Governor alone!

But, hear her call.

The burly monk just turned his head and smiled.

There was a sympathetic smile on his face.

I heard him say: "Don't worry about the female benefactor, and wait for the poor monk to save the generation!"

Saying that, he jumped up high.

Meet the skeleton shells fired from the barrel.

"Bold monster!"

"I can see at a glance that you are not human!"

"Dawei Tianlong!"

He grabbed the high-speed cannonball with one hand, and then pressed lightly.

Chu Weiwei saw that the blazing skull was turned into ashes in this senior's big hands.

But he did not stop, but rushed straight to the undead army that was lined up.

So Chu Wei witnessed a massacre with his own eyes.

Destructive massacre!

The burly monk, like a chariot, rushed directly into the formation of the undead army.

Those terrifying undeads raised their muskets to shoot.

Bullets with ghost fire hit him without even scratching the skin!

And every time the monk attacks, he can smash a skeleton.

"Bold monster!"

"The poor monk can see at a glance that you are not human!"

"Dawei Tianlong!"

In the violent drinking again and again, the army of undead, which originally had more than two hundred people, was smashed a little bit and flattened one by one.

Chu Wei looked at it, and even forgot to breathe, forget to think.

She only had one thought: When did a great monk with such profound Dharma appear in the Federal Empire?

Notice, and Taoism in general.

In Buddhist practice, one must also abide by the rules and precepts, and rely on diligent practice and hard training.

And today's federal monk world...

Chu Wei has seen masters who drive luxury cars and visit nightclubs.

I have also met hosts who raise the second, third and fourth nanny.

That is, I have never seen a monk who practiced hard meditation and strictly observed the precepts.

no way!

When a temple can receive money from incense alone every year, when a monk, just standing in front of a Buddha statue, can receive tens of thousands of tens of thousands of money.

Who is going to keep the rules?

Who is willing to recite the scriptures and practice the Dharma?

If you don't follow the rules and regulations, you won't be willing to ginseng the scriptures.

Even if the Bodhisattva is reincarnated, and the Buddha descends into the mortal world, I am afraid that it will only be a mortal fetus.

"This must be an eminent monk of great virtue who lives in a temple deep in the mountains!" Chu Wei couldn't help guessing in his heart.

only……

"This master is too violent..."

She looked at the battlefield in front of her.

To be precise, it should be called a slaughterhouse.

A moment ago, the undead army was still majestic and mighty.

Now it has been fragmented and can only survive.

finally……