Chapter 140: The Horrible Night

At three o'clock in the morning, Xianzhi City was under the night, but undercurrents were everywhere.

After more than two months of development and change, the plague has spread to the noble areas in the city. On both sides of the street with clear torches, you can hear such a voice from time to time, "Let me go quickly, I am Viscount xx!"

"I'll give you gold coins, I'll give you all this box of gold coins. Don't spread the situation that I'm a plague patient?"

But no matter how these little nobles called, the army rushed into their manor without mercy, captured the plague patients, killed them, and threw them into the morgue that had spread to the noble areas...

The disaster has affected the little nobles!

In this chaos, the Third Street of the Noble District, the Diplomatic Mansion Inn.

"Huh, Huh!"

Molière stood in front of the window, his fingernails of his hands, who were holding the window eyebrows, had turned white. He looked at a row of noble morgues not far away and breathed heavily, "Warriors, your life will not pass in vain. I, Molière, will definitely avenge you!"

The Templars who were killed in the Thorn Incident are lying in the morgues of these nobles!

"Captain Knight, you need a rest!"

The four silver knights who could still stand up stood behind Molière and said worriedly.

"Get out!" Molière grabbed a pot of lilac flowers on the windowsill and slammed it on the head of a silver knight. He turned his head and said hideously, "I don't need a rest. Give me paper and pen. I want to write a letter for help. I want the army to destroy the Lance Empire!"

Is this still the elegant knight leader?

The Silver Knights sighed secretly. After breaking into the palace, Knight Molière was in a bad mood. After a series of great changes and a fierce fight with him, he seemed to have become a complete madman. Not only did he beat the doctor who treated him, but he even beat his colleagues!

"Captain Knight, we have not completely failed!" said the Silver Knight carefully, "At least... the Sound Wave Soul Crown is still in our hands!"

"Sonic Soul Crown, haha!"

Molière took out the Sound Wave Soul Crown in his chest, grabbed it in his hand and shook it, "For this thing, I lost four silver knights, one hundred and seventeen bronze knights... more than one hundred people, how do I think of three palm seals to explain it!?"

"Seeing the ghost's Soul Crown!"

He was extremely excited, and Molière was about to smash the totem treasure in his hand!

But just as he raised his hand, a gust of wind blew in through the window. Woo, woo, like a ghost crying in the middle of the night, or like a ghost passing by the street...

"Why did the Sound Wave Soul Crown smash? If you don't want it, just give it to me!"

A gloomy skull suddenly appeared outside the window!

"Hiss!" Molière was so scared that his scalp exploded! But after all, he was a knowledgeable golden knight. The Thunder Cross Sword suddenly took action, "It's the Necrotic Totem, and the warriors who can still stand up, gather!"

boom!

The only thirty remaining knights broke through the wall and rushed to Molière.

But the necrotic totem landed in the yard calmly, allowing Molière and others to surround him.

The whole body was covered with white bone armor, and a pair of huge white bone wings behind him. His hands were slightly raised, and six slender and sharp white bone poisonous blades stretched out between his fingers. The pressure brought by this undead totem was like thousands of unjust souls laughing in front of Molière! He said, "Sold the Sound Wave Soul Crown and let you live a life!"

This shrill voice caused the bodies of several wounded bronze knights to tremble, and then they begged to look at Molière, "Master Knights, most of the brothers are injured and cannot fight anymore, so it is better to..."

"What are you afraid of!" Moliai roared: "Look at the top of his head, it's a totem crown. This man is just a middle-grade necromancer. We still have more than 30 people, enough to kill him!"

The Knights were excited! But the Necrotic Totem smiled faintly, "There are not necessarily useful people. If you don't believe it, come and give it a try?"

"I'm afraid of you!" A bronze knight rushed over and held up the knight's sword in his hand.

But the undead totem raised a finger, and a white light shone at the fingertips. After he pounded his finger, the white light shook and white bones appeared. Suddenly, a festering corpse emerged from the ground, and suddenly hugged the knight's back waist.

The corpse bit off the knight's neck!

"Is anyone else going to give it a try?" The Necrotic Totem said lightly, "This is the Necrotic Paradise, Xianzhi City! There are millions of corpses nearby for me to summon. Molière, I will give you the last chance to hand over the Sound Wave Soul Crown!"

Molière gasped heavily and suddenly burst into laughter, "I want the Sound Wave Soul Crown, after the reincarnation, the Knights Templar, for the glory of the Nature Society... Charge!"

“For the glory of the Nature Society!”

More than thirty knights formed neatly conical charge formations and rushed over.

"Well, you are really looking for death..."

The bone wings were raised, and the undead totem slowly rose into the air, with seals on both hands, and the sound was like a demon god in hell. "In my name and halo as a guide, the bone souls listened to it... The big undead, three thousand undead techniques!"

Puff! Puff! Puff!

With this spell, dense mulberry buns bulged on the ground, and a corpse emerged from one mulberry bun, some with broken heads, some with rotten intestines, some with no skin, only white bones...

Countless oceans of death flooded the Knights!

Molière's face was gone. Suddenly, he grabbed a silver knight who wanted to die and gasped, "I'll help you cut off the rear, you can go to the security office in the inn immediately for help!"

"What did you say?" The silver knight was staring at the ocean of death foolishly, but he didn't hear it clearly.

"Bastard, are you deaf?" Molière split a corpse and shouted: "We are still Lance's guest. Do you understand? The Lance Empire cannot let us die in the hands of the Necrotic Totem. Go and ask for help immediately and let the troops of the security office come to save us!"

The Silver Knight suddenly woke up and turned around and ran away.

But just as he turned around, he saw the body that was split into two pieces by Molière suddenly stood up, and rushed towards Molière again...

Fighting against the Necrotic Totem in the Necrotic Paradise is simply a fucking seeking death!

Hu, Hu!

The Silver Knight ran to the security office like a desperate attempt and kicked open the door, "The Knights Templar was attacked by the Necrotic Totem, send reinforcements immediately!"

The room is empty!

The Silver Knight was stunned and looked around. He saw a table shaking for no reason.

"Coward, get out of here!" The Silver Knight overturned the table and grabbed the diplomat hiding below. "I don't care about your identity. What method should I do? If I don't send reinforcements within a minute, I will kill you!"

"Great Warrior, I have seen your experience, but... even if you kill me, I can't call reinforcements!"

The diplomat was so scared that his lips turned purple and he cried: "Two hours ago, His Majesty took over the Imperial Guards and called all the elite troops into the palace to give a lecture..."

"The elite troops are not here, where are the ordinary soldiers? Are there no ordinary soldiers nearby?"

"There are some, but... they are all troops to prevent and control the plague. Without the order from His Majesty and the Military Headquarters, I can't invite them!"

The Silver Knight's mind buzzed and asked in a trembling voice, "Then do you have any other armed forces here?? Knight Molière is waiting to help you!"

"Others," the diplomat opened a small window and asked weakly, "Do you think they can do it?"

More than a dozen elderly, weak, sick and disabled people were hiding in the trees in the backyard, trembling, and at least more than half of them had peed their pants...

Molière struggled to support the dead in the sea of ​​necromancers, and as he watched one after another of the Templars flooded by the bodies, his heart was about to break, "Why haven't the reinforcements come yet!"

"Array, charge!"

At this moment, Molière heard a sound from outside a yard. He was excited, but he looked back...

"No!"

Molière yelled in despair because it was not reinforcements coming, but the remaining forty-odd Knights who were seriously injured!

The robes were fighting bloody battles. How could these knights recover from their wounds in the hospital bed? They were all the purest knights. They believed in the principle that knights should die on the battlefield!

But……

If all these last knights were killed here, would I still have the face to return to the Nature Society?

"Please go back, go back!" Molière almost knelt down!

But this does not stop the generous pace of the Knights, "Captain, your warrior, there is no coward who is afraid of death!"

"roar!"

Seeing that the Knights were about to be destroyed, Molière let out an roar of an immortal human, "Hunting Deadly Secret, you should die with me!" As he said that, he flew into the air, raised his hands high, and a strong airflow actually guided the thunder and rain clouds from all directions here!

Crack! Crack!

All the lightning in the clouds gathered above Molière's head, just like the fourth blue-purple moon appeared on the continent!

"Want to fight to the death? Well, I'll accompany you!"

The Necrotic Totem also raised his hands, but the power he gathered came from the ground! The corpses he was fighting suddenly trembled, and countless silver-white smoothness broke out of the body. In the blink of an eye, a huge silver-white halo condensed on the head of the Necrotic Totem!

The Great Necromancer, Three Thousand Bone Techniques!

Seeing this move, Molière had no time to stop and pushed the huge ball of lightning to kill him, but he also realized in an instant: I have seen this move. Although it was covered by golden light at that time, I would never misread it. This is the move Roddy cut off Tarik's back!

Then the identity of this undead totem is...

boom!

Two forces, one purple and one white, collided together, and the light shone on Xianzhi City. Molière only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he spurted blood and fell into trouble, "It turned out to be you..."

Molière wanted to tell the identity of the enemy, but the necrotic totem had already pressed a little behind his head, his eyes darkened, and he could only smile bitterly in his heart and say, "Rody, it's you!"
Chapter completed!