Chapter 1966

"What's that?"

On the whale of the dead, looking at the dark clouds all over the sky, Kegel murmured.

At the moment, he has not recovered from the previous changes.

Even if it's just the aftereffect of a spell, it's enough to affect many ordinary creatures nearby.

Before that, the terrible white light coming down from the sky caused heavy casualties to the nearby undead creatures, and those angels, even under the white light, were able to resist the aging of the netherworld energy and burst out with amazing power.

The white light affecting the whole battlefield also made the nearby necromancers miserable. For a moment, they suffered heavy pressure and had to rely on other things around them to avoid the positive light of the white light, which made them feel better.

Kegel can feel that the undead whale below him is whining. If it is exposed to white light for a long time, it will even lower its rank.

Just as the angel's attack became fiercer and he didn't know what to do, the white light in the sky stopped and replaced by dark clouds all over the sky.

The appearance of dark clouds and the strong magic elements attached to them make the nearby angels feel afraid. But after all, the treasure house in the clouds is their trump card. With the high morale brought by the white light, the angels soon act again, holding up their sharp blades and killing the nearby Necromancers.

The Necromancer's body has always been weak and can't resist the fierce assassination. It's undoubtedly a more efficient choice to kill the necromancer directly than to destroy a large number of undead creatures.

The terrible power brought by the undead whale also makes Kegel on its back the primary target of the angels.

Because of the large number of angels and the huge size of the undead whale, Kegel was unable to cooperate with other undead mages. For a time, Kegel was in a helpless situation.

The energy of the nether world broke out again, affecting several nearby angels and causing them to fall into deep aging. However, more angels rushed towards Kegel, but at this time, the energy of the nether world was difficult to sustain.

Seeing this, Kegel looks desperate. Even if he hides in the bones of the undead whale, he will be easily pulled out by the nearby angels. At this time, he has no way to escape.

In the desperate situation, he thought of the filthy blood bottle given by the magician Alma before he left the island. As soon as his face sank, he opened the blood bottle. Even if the angel wanted to kill him, he would have to pay a price.

The sky had become dark black, and the angel in front of him had already come to Kegel's eyes. Just as he wanted to pour the blood out of the bottle, a flash of lightning quickly cut across the sky and whitened his whole face.

Lightning strikes the angel accurately, and instantly turns the holy and brave angel into a blackened corpse. In Kegel's frightened eyes, the lightning is not reduced. Taking the angel's body as a springboard, it jumps to the other angels behind him, causing terror and killing. At the same time, it finally rushes towards him.

The electric shock of lightning made Kegel's body tremble constantly. He could even smell the burning smell on his body. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move.

Fortunately, compared with the beginning, the damage of chain lightning has been reduced a lot during the jump. When it jumps to Kegel, the magic elements have been consumed to the limit. Despite the unbearable pain, Kegel still survived, including the last few angels who were swept by the lightning and slowly climbed up from the ground.

"You all die!"

Waiting for these angels to climb up from the ground, it's not the warm light, but the dirty blood spilled from the hands of the angry and screaming necromancers nearby.

The powerful damage caused by lightning makes nearby angels unable to resist, and they are unprepared to be splashed with filthy blood.

Kegel on the undead whale did not take part in the actions of ordinary undead mages. He sat on the head of the undead whale, stabilized his injury and watched.

Soon, he looked surprised.

The angels splashed with filthy blood screamed bitterly one after another. Just when other necromancers thought that these angels were unable to resist, they suddenly burst out with great power to sweep away the nearby undead creatures. At the same time, they had amazing changes.

The filthy blood from the ancient creatures eroded the blood of these angels. Their bodies came alive, but they were no longer under their control. Instead, they were undergoing unknown changes.

Vera, who comes from the gate of different dimensions, looks at the changes in the angel in shock. He remembers that he was eroded by the blood of filth.

For this reason, Vera specially asked the magician Alma, who was clearly the body of the death knight. According to reason, there was no vitality in his body. Why was he still eroded by the blood of filth?

Allama's answer, let Vera secretly surprised, the ultimate multi headed snake's dirty blood, can infect any flesh and blood creature's body, whether it is dead or alive.

Among the undead creatures, perhaps only skeletons without flesh and blood can ignore the erosion of filthy blood. Zombies, vampires and even death knights can't prevent filthy blood from changing their bodies.

The tragic situation of the nearby angels also reminds Vera of his own situation, but soon he regained his mind and turned to focus on everything on the battlefield.

"This place is covered with terrible magic. Don't send more necromancers here, but necromancers need to be replenished. After fighting, the number of necromancers is seriously insufficient, which will affect Lord rod's plan. In addition, Lord Alma, the dirty blood you distributed has already been used. Some angels have been eroded by the dirty blood. "

Looking around, Vera quickly confirmed the situation nearby, then took out the conch and said to the other end.

As soon as he finished reporting the situation here, a man came out of the rear portal. He had a head of golden flowing hair. It was the magician Alma.

"Lord Alma, I thought you would stay on the island..." seeing Alma's appearance, Vera was stunned for a moment, and then said respectfully.

"It's enough to have death knight Kane over there." Alma passed Vera and looked into the distance. "What's more, I also want to see the power of filthy blood."

Vera, who lowered his head slightly, suddenly felt dark in front of him. He raised his head slightly, and his eyes suddenly shrank.

Along with Alma, there was a bloody and strange looking angel. Vera just looked at it, lowered her head and closed her eyes, trying to forget the angel's twisted face.