Alcatraz

The humpback dragon's body is so huge that it is impossible to get ashore. In the soul state, as long as he has no time to use dark faith, the strength of the humpback dragon general will be lower than that of the female war goddess.

I have the battle ax of King Domura in my hand, and I am confident enough to succeed in a sneak attack.

The black ghost leopard ran hard, and in front of me was the third camp. The construction of this camp is more exquisite than the previous two, but the power of death above the camp is still there, which looks very strange.

When the ghost leopard roared and rushed into the camp, more than ten volcanoes of murderous aura erupted into the sky.

There were hundreds of undead in this camp, but the other cannon fodder disappeared from my sight. Only these thirteen undead that were challenging me really caught my attention.

These thirteen undead are all ninth or even tenth level top undead. With such a strong fighting power, even if I go all out, I am not absolutely sure.

"I am the commander of the Yafeng Battalion under the king, and these are my colleagues. May I ask what the trespassers want to do?"

I lifted the Double Dragon Asura into the sky and shouted: "Of course I will take his place and become the strongest person within thousands of miles!"

"Hey, your courage is commendable!"

The zombie who spoke was no different from a human being. The faint firepower emanating from his body told me that this undead had also entered the top level and had evolved into a drought demon. However, he is still in the realm of the undead and does not possess divinity, otherwise I would definitely doubt that he is the king.

"What I rely on is not courage, but force!"

With a loud shout, I let go of all the momentum in my body, and an overwhelming tide of murderous intent rushed over. Although I did not obtain the most complete Tunguska magic rune grammar of the ghost system, I also failed to advance to become the strongest among the ghost knights. The big headless horseman. But I use my own means and am not afraid of this group of extremely tyrannical undead.

"You are lucky. We are plotting to kill the king. If you join us, everyone will be willing to respect you as the strongest person on the island."

A ghost swordsman who has advanced to the evil spirit level, with the power of death surging in his body, is dressed in a tattered samurai uniform, which sets off his strong and well-trained physique, making him even more intimidating and stressful.

However, this ghost swordsman spoke very cunningly and told countless lies when he opened his mouth. I didn't care much about this and shouted in a low voice: "In that case, you should get out of the way. You'd better not block my subordinates behind me."

As soon as I urged the black panther, I rushed through the camp unceremoniously. The undead people looked at each other in disbelief. A vampire who looked very inconspicuous smiled bitterly and said: "I spent countless efforts to get you to agree to switch sides and help me. Is it just to watch this farce?”

The drought demon laughed in a low voice: "Prince Remington, maybe this ghost knight can help us a lot. It's good to save some energy."

Prince Remington smiled bitterly and said: "A ghost knight who is no more than level eight, goes to challenge the king? What will be the result? I believe that even the craziest gambler will not place a bargaining chip."

The ghost swordsman said: "I think his soul fire is dirty and chaotic. He may not be a pure ghost knight. He may have other powers. Didn't you notice? The spear in his hand is obviously an undead weapon of the undead."

"According to what you said, his soul fire is indeed a bit strange..."

Not far ahead of me was the king's castle, and the discussions behind it were transmitted back one by one through the phantom butterflies in the underworld. I sneered and said: "I said that there are so many powerful undead. It turns out that Prince Remington and the king's men colluded to rebel. But aren't they afraid of the wrath of the Goddess of War?"

I didn't have much time to think about this, so I pushed the complicated thoughts out of my body. The ghost leopard rushed to the gate of the castle in one breath, and the double dragon Asura stabbed the thick gate. Infinite divine power burst out, and the thick stone gate suddenly shattered.

"King! Your death has come, please hand over your soul fire and territory."

My shouting voice echoed in the castle, but no one answered me. Feeling a little bad, I jumped off the ghost leopard, reached the limit of speed, and quickly searched this rather huge castle.

Compared to the bustle of the military camp outside, this castle was empty and empty.

"Then just ignore it and go straight to the temple of the Goddess of War. What the undead on Purgatory Island are doing has nothing to do with me."

Prince Remington colluded with the king's men. I believe this drought demon is also a ruthless character. After all, he has been in this world for thousands of years. Without certain wisdom, he would have been finished long ago. Maybe this guy is colluding with the corpse witch and counterattacking Prince Remington's lair.

Rushing straight from the back of the castle, Jiangtou Shi, Sun Gongzu and the others never caught up. However, I originally summoned them just to clear away the endless undead army. This time the charge went so smoothly, will there be any of them next? It doesn't matter anymore. I even abandoned the ghost leopard at the gate of the castle.

The undead disguise on my body was gone, and I ran all the way. The temple of the female war goddess was already in sight. After she was born, she became undead soon after she was born, and practiced necromancy and became a master of the undead. But the Goddess of War hates these filthy existences very much, and no undead are allowed to enter within the confines of her temple.

There are all the docile little animals running around the temple. This is the only lively place on Purgatory Island.

There was a golden beam of light rising into the sky above the temple, and it seemed that there was a strange ritual going on inside. I didn't know whether I came at the right time or by accident. The double dragon Asura shook straight away, I suppressed my breath to the lowest level, and rushed into this building with a completely different style from the undead like a whirlwind.

"Gods of Mount Hippolya, please help me and teleport the weapons I left on the mountain, okay?"

"My divine body is not perfect yet. Please send more sacred energy. There are undead everywhere here. If this continues, I will not be able to return to Mount Hippolya."

Countless prayers came from the temple, and my footsteps were light and silent. When I heard the prayers of the female war goddess, I felt a little strange. I hid behind a huge pillar and secretly looked forward.