Destructive Strike

"Mayor Dolenk?"

As Eleazar calls out, the source of the plague sitting in his chair slowly awakens.

There seemed to be no signs of mutation in him yet, and he still retained his waking consciousness.

Eleazar asked with concern, "How are you feeling, Mayor?"

"I... It feels very good..."

A low voice that slowly became muddled, like there was thick phlegm clogging his throat, like he was hissing, like he was gasping for air.

"Dr. Kenan's medicine... Very useful... I'm much better... Ahem..."

The Mayor of Dolenk, who suddenly sprayed blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly raised his head, and his pair of crimson eyes, which were overflowing with blood, slowly flowed down two lines of bloody tears.

"Right... May I ask if dinner is served?"

With that one question, the side of him that was human disappeared completely.

Plague Matrix, Awakening!

The dark genes in the body were suddenly sifting through it like a stampede, finally slowly settling on one of the species based on the remnants of the host's memories, and then all the powers began to mutate in that direction.

...

"Clang!"

The two women outside saw a figure leap out of the second floor window.

It's the Witcher they fight over constantly.

The figure landed in the garden with a borrowed roll, then got up intact and continued to run without stopping for a moment, as if something was chasing after it.

And just then, they noticed the dirt shaking under their feet.

Cemeteries, forests, gardens, the whole earth's soil was churning, and uncountable skeletons shuddered out, slowly rising and converging into a tide, pouring in like meteors toward the mansion's second floor.

moment sth.

"Boom!!!"

Like igniting dynamite, the second floor of the villa was instantly obliterated, and debris was scattered all over the sky.

In the dust, a man covered in bone armor slowly rose from the ground and rolled over to straddle the skeletal warhorse beside him.

"Whew..."

Inside the empty sockets, ghostly blue flames ignited.

As the knight pulled up the two-meter long bone chopper, the bone armor on its body quickly blackened and the warhorse soared with crimson flames.

The metamorphosis is complete!

Carrying the flame-encircled reins, the bone helmet slanted down slightly as he gazed at the three pale-faced men in the manor.

Legendary Creature!

The backbone of the Celestial Legion's fighting force: the Death Knights!

Watching the garden wither away in patches as the power of death took hold, the witch slowly turned her head and looked at the warlock.

"Can you order this guy around?"

Fina's look was shaken at this point.

"I don't want to move to the evil side with my evil powers, I don't want to... go any closer to this sequence..."

"How about thinking about surviving first?"

In the next second, the Death Knight's figure disappeared, and the witch pushed her away heavily.

"THUD!!!"

The earth shook with a sound, and the Death Knight, who had just been on the second floor, appeared in the garden in an instant, pulling the man-standing warhorse with a heavy slash to the ground.

A few meters wide, long do not know how much death gully, along the knife to the garden from the garden has not been into the forest, the soil instantly burst, the faint purple flame rises up, in which the witch, directly exploded into a blood foam, the corpse is completely gone.

Fina, splattered with blood, slowly looks out over a wilted garden.

Witcher, who narrowly dodged that opening blow, is launching a constant assault around the skeletal warhorse.

The horse's hooves trampled, and the shadow-like bone knife swung rapidly, dragging out heavy residual shadows, as if the next second, he would be split into five horses.

The Witcher whose killing intent was completely awakened had a faint red mist surrounding his body, which was boiling blood qi, and with his crimson eyes, he was like a god of war, using incredible reflexes and body coordination to fight against the 4th ranked legendary creatures in the realm of death that withered all life force.

It wasn't completely out of the question, perhaps the Witch had simply divined that their chances of winning were too low.

Fina settled down and summoned the evil energy.

The Death Knight suddenly turned his head, his eyes rising with the fire of the dead, and gazed coldly at the Warlock.

Fina's gaze froze, and uncontrollable fear surged through her, causing her body to stiffen so that she could no longer make any movement.

In the next second, the knight dragged a heavy stump through and cleaved her in half with a single slash.

"Don't meet its eyes, don't be locked in its gaze!"

Eleazar's reminder, which came belatedly.

It was clearly said before the Death Knight launched his charge, but it still couldn't catch up to the speed at which she was decapitated.

The witch, who had just been resurrected, hurriedly hid up behind a tree, but after thinking about it, she took out the holy water again and poked out half of her body from behind the tree and threw it into the battlefield, keeping her gaze lowered during the process, fearing that she would be cleaved to death again the next second.

Delivering the holy water unharmed, she took out her snake-spined short staff again and hid behind a tree to silently prepare her high level spells.

Dark clouds converged in the sky!

The Death Knight, who was attracted by the bottle of water emitting white light, suddenly received 5 shots in a row in its back, causing it to stumble, bone chunks splattered, and the warhorse hissed, as all the defenses of its back were disintegrated by the continuous stream of silver bullets.

It was clear that the last bullet would have gotten into the flesh and blood and destroyed the heart of the dead, but the skeletal warhorse suddenly shifted sideways and dodged the aim, causing Eleazar to silently retract his gun.

Not waiting for the Knight to turn around and counterattack, he quickly approached with two more consecutive forward lunges.

The knight, who had just pulled up the reins and was ready to launch that destructive charge again, had to slash down hard and diagonally with a vicious slash. Without any emotion of fear Witcher sidestepped and dodged, backhanding his sword across into the horse's leg.

The warhorse neighs and keeps moving his body to assist his master in chasing the living man who keeps circling and encircling around him.

The transcendental vision of the golden light over in the woods grew hotter and hotter as they saw the spell they were preparing coming down.

Eleazar suddenly rolls away from the Death Knight.

"Ka-ching!!!"

Without any warning, the sky suddenly struck down a dazzling bolt of lightning.

The target was hit instantly, and then a thunderous explosion like the opening of the sky exploded, the clouds swirled, all the lights of the city below flickered, and everything was silent.

"Rumble ----"

Thunder was like the hand of God, directly pressing the Death Knight who couldn't dodge hard enough to the ground, and the warhorse knelt down on the spot with a sad cry, its bones cracking all over its body.

Witcher took the opportunity to close in, and the Frostblade flipped, stabbing the knight in the back with a single stroke, followed by a quick pull out and back in, continually hitting the heart of death hard.

The helmet crumbled, revealing half of the gray face of the Mayor of Dolenk with empty eyes, he tilted his head back to stare blankly at the sky, black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth before gradually being frozen again.

He suddenly picked up his bone knife in his dying breath and swung it heavily to his side.

Drawing his frost blade, the suddenly fiery Eleazar surrounded by flames in his hand backhanded an uppercut that rather than decapitating, knocked the arm off, then stepped in and slashed diagonally, splitting the Death Knight's entire upper body apart with a heavy slash.

One ice, one fire, scientific defense breaking.

[Magic potion residue: 375→0]