Your Highness, please spare the concubine

"When the time comes, I will help you... As long as my sister likes her, with my Xiaomeng around, you will be her main palace!"

Hearing this, Xiaoxi blushed immediately, and stammered, "Little...Little Xiaomeng, what are you talking about!? Me, me, I didn't..."

"Okay, I get it, you hate her, then we won't go." Xiaomeng laughed.

This time, Xiaoxi was even more nervous: "No, no, no! How could I say I hate her!?"

"Xiaomeng...don't be joking, let's go, that's a necromancer, Xiaowei can't be in danger!"

"You're really nervous about her!" Xiaomeng said jealously, then took her hand and ran wildly.

"In this case, let's act quickly!"

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In the dimly lit cave...

After a day of recovery, Charles, who was sitting on top of the formation, turned a little bloody.

As a necromancer, he survived such a severe injury, basically thanks to his constant caution.

"But that's the end of it... I want to keep you for another 10 days. I didn't expect that horrible holy light to make my recovery so slow!"

The erosion of the holy light was not only still severely damaging his body, it was also preventing his recovery.

Based on the current recovery speed alone, Charles estimated that it would take a long time.

One month, or even more than half a year!

"So, I can only rely on your flesh and soul to help me... Jie Jie Jie..."

Charles looked at the weakened Ophelia, the rage and madness in those eyes made the blond girl tremble involuntarily.

"What are you going to do!? You, you, you...don't come here!"

Ophelia yelled with a trembling voice.

But Charles only looked at her a few times and stopped watching.

"Although you are the most valuable and full of temptation, it would be a pity to use it for healing."

"Don't worry, Miss Magician, you are my last meal."

Charles smirked and moved.

He was severely wounded, but after recovering, he was able to move his hands and mouth.

He turned around with difficulty, still sitting where he was.

Turn that evil gaze to the other side—Kun Dun lying in the coffin of death.

"It's just you... quack quack!"

Volume 213#Chapter [-] Boundless Fear

Prior to this, Ophelia, as the second daughter of the Lyons family, had never seen what undead magic was like.

Her cognition, like many others, comes from the memories of adults about their experiences...

And the content burned on some books.

How much of this is true, Ophelia doesn't know.

It wasn't until she saw the undead magic with her own eyes that she understood what others said, and it was shocking that she had never seen it with her own eyes.

The chains in the coffin of death bound them so that they could not move.

Di Moluo, who was still yelling and insulting each other at the beginning, also died down now, like a machine with its gears removed.

Ofelia certainly knew why.

The chains that bind them have been soaked with magic potions, and magic lines are engraved on them.

In the coffin of death, the magic power and vitality of their bodies are constantly draining along these iron chains.

Then it merged into the formation under Charles.

Make it more solidified and run quickly.

However, the rate of loss is not fast, which makes people feel that these chains are just traps to prevent the prey from breaking free.

In fact it is.

The main source of energy for the formation under Charles is not them, but the magic spar.

Absorbing the energy in their bodies is just to prevent someone from using means to escape.

These chains were cold and had an unspeakable evil aura, which made Ophelia very uncomfortable.

It's like having a pair of icy hands, constantly exuding cold air on your body, taking away your strength.

If you move a little, there will be a kind of needle-like pain.

It was also because of the existence of this chain that Di Moluo died down after cursing for a while, drooping his head as if he had fallen asleep.

It was beyond Ophelia's expectation that the dwarf master would be able to scold after begging and fighting.

Now, the other party probably reached the limit.

On the other side, Kun Dun, who was stared at by Charles as if looking at food, showed a helpless wry smile.

"Looks like I'm doomed." Kun Dun raised his head.

He didn't go to see Charles, but stared at Ophelia, who was also tied in the coffin of death, and said, "It's worth it to be with Miss Ophelia before I die."

"Fool!"

The blond girl opened her mouth, her voice was very low.

"At this time, why do you still say such things..."

Pursing her lips tightly, Ophelia tried to move, and the iron chains on her body immediately bound her even tighter.

"Because..." Kun Dun sighed with reluctance and helplessness in his eyes, "I don't have any last words to say."

He lowered his head and looked at Charles who was gathering undead magic energy.

"What? Do you want to beg for mercy?" Charles asked with a sneer.

The answer to him was—[Bah! 】

A mouthful of saliva was spat on Charles's face. At that moment, Charles' face showed astonishment and disbelief.

And Kun Dun, who exhausted his last bit of strength to make this movement, showed a happy and triumphant smile.

It was like finally getting revenge.

Seeing Charles couldn't believe it, but raised his hand in disgust and disgust to wipe his saliva.

The feeling of victory in my heart is even worse.

Kun Dun laughed out loud.

This time, Charles was completely annoyed.

"Damn it! You bastard! You should be damned! I want to torture you a little bit and kill you!"

Just like the evil ghost of Jiuyou, it let out an ugly roar and whisper.

The anger in Charles showed in the bulging veins.

The more Kun Dun on the other side didn't care about his dying triumphant smile, the more he angered Charles.

"I want to turn you into an undead skeleton, and your soul will be imprisoned by me forever! You can't go to hell, nor can you go to heaven!"

Charles even struggled to stand up. He came to Kundu and looked at him with a distorted expression.

"You... have to pay for this!"

The moment the voice fell, the undead magic that Charles had already prepared fell on Kun Dun.

For a moment, the mocking smile on this strong man's face could no longer be maintained.

He bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from crying out in pain, and the muscles all over his body began to convulse and tremble.

In terms of a human body, muscles that would never protrude protrude from the body surface, and then began to wriggle like a poisonous snake.

Kun Dun's whole body was flushed red, as if his skin had been covered with boiling water.

Then, under Ophelia's horrified gaze, the skin on Kun Dun's body began to fall off like a peeling wall.

pat, pat, pat...

Accompanied by the gradually darkening blood, in a short while, his whole body became a hideous creature without skin.

It is hard to imagine that the other party has become like this in such a short period of time.

Ophelia screamed in terror.

Charles turned his head to look at her, and giggled: "You can call now, and when it's your turn, you won't be much more comfortable than him..."

"Ji Jie Jie... After all, the process of turning a living magician into a witch is also very wonderful!"

The beauty in the mouth of a necromancer is another meaning that must be very extreme from the general perception.

Ophelia trembled all over, and then Kun Dun, who was opposite her, couldn't bear it any longer and howled miserably.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

As if wanting to yell out all the internal organs, his mouth opened to an incredible range.

Even the pain had his growling mouth squeezing the rest of his face.

With a mouth that was as big as a fist, he wanted to spit out the pain in his body.

But that's just the beginning.

Kun Dun's eyes popped out, as if they were about to fall out of their sockets in the next second.

I saw Charles crawling slowly to his feet, sticking out his tongue.

Like licking ice cream, the stinky and wet tongue fell on Kun Dun's skinless instep.

"Ahhh!! Kill me, kill me quickly!"

Howling and begging for mercy, Kun Dun swayed wildly with his weak body.

His whole body trembled violently in the coffin of death, and the muscle tendons on his body churned like a gathering of snakes and insects.

Ophelia had never seen undead magic, so she didn't know what the magic Charles released was.

But just seeing this miserable state already made her scream with empathy.

And Charles licked Kun Dun's instep, blood and a stream of white energy fell from Kun Dun's foot into Charles' mouth.

The wound he was beaten by the alternate saint began to heal slowly!

During this process, Kun Dun only felt that countless tiny needles with hooks were piercing his cells and soul.

Something escaped from the body, the bones shattered, and the internal organs gradually melted.

That kind of pain is worse than death!

But Charles was just getting started.

Half an hour later, Kun Dun's feet were licked and turned into white bones.

Connected to the flesh and blood above, Charles opened his bloody mouth, just like the evil spirit in hell, continuing to eat Kun Dun's life.

And Kun Dun's screams had already made a big hole in his throat, and at this moment he could only vent his pain by twisting and bending crazily like a severed snake's body.

That miserable appearance is ten times more terrifying than hell! !

It can be seen that the fear in Ophelia's heart is as turbulent as a monstrous river.

drown her.

PS:

because of insomnia last night

So I didn’t wake up until the afternoon, meow~

Sorry for the late update~