The lord is red again

Fuller followed the Night Demon Girls to the Dusk Pool, stumbling along the way. He had to protect these powerless wizards who could only stand there and chant spells.

Finally arrived. This was an underground mausoleum with a pool of turbid water.

He stood quietly on the stone bricks, watching the Night Demon Girls kneel on the ground and enter the water.

"The dead speak, and the dead are teachers."

They prayed and waited quietly.

Fuller felt a little tormented, and he quickly moved his eyes to the ground. He regretted his previous decision a little, not regretting killing his friends or regretting his future actions, but regretting following here. Everything here looks like a cult sacrifice site.

Perhaps the so-called Daughters of the Night and the Night Demon Girls were originally members of the cult, and they were no different from the Mad Mystic Sect wanted by the Kingdom of Rand.

The turbid pool water began to bubble as if it was boiling, and a key emerged from it.

It was a golden key. The moment his eyes touched the key, Fuller actually had a strong desire to possess it. He had a strong feeling that if he got this key, he would be able to open any lock in the world, any!

No "thief" could bear this temptation, but Fuller felt that he should be able to bear it for his more distant future.

If there was no Lind Alman in this world, or if the expeditionary army failed, he would no longer be a deserter, and everything could return to normal.

They came out holding the key.

"When do we start to summon the Daughter of the Night?" Fuller asked.

"When the night comes." They answered, with resentment and determination in their eyes when they raised their heads.

...

Lind finally entered the Great Rift. After having epic power as a guarantee, he thought he should be able to go deeper, at least to see what was in the abyss in person.

He was also very interested in those curses.

The more others were cursed, the weaker they were, and the more cursed they were, the stronger they were. The more blood bars there were, the more they could do whatever they wanted.

Deep in the underground cracks, the advantage that the undead had previously seized had been taken away by the abyss disasters over time.

The tall and pointed towers stood up one after another, like a huge sword standing upright on the ground.

Lind's arrival caused a reaction from the disaster, and the gargoyle rushed towards him first.

The principle of big body and weak door is not only understood by the undead. When the gargoyle rushed over with a roar, Lind calmly retreated back to the tower.

Can resist, but there is no need.

The gargoyle was blocked outside, roaring and trying to reach out to grab Lind. The surging breath of death was also wrapped in heat. The rumbling sound shook the floor tiles of the tower hall, as if the powerful force of the opponent twisted the floor tiles into a vortex. Dust and gravel flew, fell on Lind's body, and knocked on his armor to make a rapid sound of ping-pong.

Everything is just impotent rage.

The pure soul blade condensed and was grasped by Lind with both hands. He took a step forward and chopped vertically!

The body of the gargoyle suddenly exploded, dropping a pile of ore and a dark heart of abyss disaster.

The chain flew out and helped Lind collect all these things.

It is difficult to understand this scene from the perspective of ordinary people. Lind only cut the back of the gargoyle's hand. Why did the gargoyle die directly? Shouldn't it have broken its hand?

This is the peculiarity of the soul's attack. Perhaps it is easier to understand it by applying the explanation of the undead.

First of all, no matter which part is hit, as long as the blood bar is cleared, it will die.

Then, Lind's attack just now was real damage, ignoring the gargoyle's stone skin that is as thick as a mountain, and directly hitting the soul.

With Lind's current dozen of emblems, plus the power of the old nobles and the abyss curse, and the epic storm knight, the enemies in the epic level basically can't survive a few of his moves.

You are just epic monsters, and I am an epic BOSS. Although I am only the BOSS of the beta version, I am still a numerical monster.

"It is indeed a good place to brush materials."

Looking at the materials exploded from the gargoyle, Lind now just wants to dive into the magic land and find a few skilled craftsmen in the advanced map to make new equipment.

This novice village map can't stay for a second, and only higher-level maps can find potion recipes above epic.

There is no point in being one step faster than the version. Only by being more than ten steps ahead of the version can you protect yourself.

Walking out of the tower again, Lind looked at the tombs, towers, and huge buildings in the distance.

"It will be pushed soon!"

As time passed, more and more people joined the expedition. Tens of thousands of fully armed level 30 undeads, the war should come to an end.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Lind's eyes suddenly stopped on the tower under his feet, and then looked into the distance.

"Even the gargoyles can't break through, no, even I can't break through the tower..."

The indestructible terrain should be the ability of the rock king in the abyss crack.

He smacked his lips: "It looks like a big sword."

...

The summoning steps are a bit complicated, which may be related to the night girl's love of chaos.

The key must be hidden, and then found according to the rules.

One, two, three, four, five.

One of the five night demon girls hides the key, and Fuller acts as the one who finds the key.

"Can you explain it more clearly?" Fuller asked.

In fact, he never listened to the rules of the game. It was definitely not a good thing to be associated with "God", and he had no interest in joining in.

Whether he was a deserter or not, he always knew clearly that believing in evil gods would not end well.

"I don't understand. Can one of you who understands the rules come out to participate?"

"The more difficult the search steps are, the easier it is to get a response from the Lady of the Night." One of the Night Demon Girls said.

"Maybe I am not needed. I really don't understand." Fuller said that he was helpless and couldn't do it.

The Night Demon Girls had to try to do it themselves.

The process doesn't look complicated. Just stretch out your finger and point it, guess it, and if it's not right, turn around and let people continue to change positions and guess.

Sometimes it's useless to guess correctly, the key doesn't respond.

It must continue like this until the Lady of the Night responds.

Finally, again!

The moment the key was found, the night demon girl who hid the key suddenly began to shake violently and uncontrollably. Her body twisted, and her bones bent in an unreasonable posture under Fuller's gaze. The crisp sound of "ka-ka-ka" made people's scalps numb.

Her body was twisted into a knot, but the strange thing was that the night demon girl had a smile on her face, as if she had listened to the most beautiful hymn in the world, and her soul was blessed.

Her skin was like a curled and contracted belt, which was peeled off layer by layer, curled up, and then flesh and blood bloomed!

Waves of black smoke flew out from under the blooming flesh and blood.

The black smoke filled and poured in, engulfing the trees everywhere, occupying every corner of the sight.

The tall woman with her body wrapped in darkness pulled her black skirt and descended in the night.

The daughter of the night, she came in response to the call.

"I understand, I understand." Her voice was as soft as the night wind, which made people fascinated.

Fuller felt a strong throbbing from the depths of his soul pressing into his body, just like when he was a teenager, he would involuntarily stare at the big leather drum under the linen skirt of a woman bending over to wash clothes. Some kind of impulse from animal instinct was gradually stripping away his reason.

Until a night demon girl spoke up and woke him up.

He broke out in a cold sweat.

"Great daughter of the night, we have encountered a terrible massacre. Those humans who are eager to be trapped in the quagmire of war are twisted by greed and desire and have committed evil deeds against us."

A night demon girl's eyes were filled with tears. She knelt on the ground and her voice trembled as she spoke.

The daughter of the night still used the same tone, repeating it, which was chilling.

"I understand, I understand."