"How could this happen?" The vampire witch looked confused. She looked at the bottle in her hand. This was the container used by the underworld to absorb the power of the human race.

There were scattered wisps of blood-red "humanitarian power" stored inside it - but this was just the "humanitarian power" collected in the raid three days ago.

Today, the human race that formally confronts the undead in the underworld falls in batches.

But from beginning to end, no wisp of "humane power" was absorbed.

"Is there something wrong with the container in my hand?" The red-haired vampire witch thought of this and immediately contacted her companions in her group to ask about their current status.

Just when she contacted her companions, the six companions almost spoke in unison and asked the same question - the containers in their hands could not absorb half of the "humane power". They clearly watched the human race below fall and die with their own eyes, but the humane power seemed to be intercepted.

"Contact the ancestral envoy immediately... In addition, temporarily suspend the advancement of the army. Try not to harvest large quantities of human lives before solving this problem." The No. 1 blonde vampire witch tried hard to remain calm.

Such a thing is no longer something that the seven undead witches can decide, and they must be reported to the ancestor envoy.

Maybe someone is really intercepting the power of humanity.

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...

Far away in the center of the underworld, the ancestor envoy who was carefully guarding Xu Qiji's skeleton trumpet. After receiving the urgent reprieve from the vampire witch, the skeleton's face frowned and frowned.

Is there another problem with the human oasis?

Three days ago, the giants were secretly stumbled, who was this time?

"Is it the giants who are causing trouble again?" The messenger of the Underworld Ancestor was full of murderous aura, but soon it shook his head gently.

It's not a giant. Although the giants have not found any trace of the "Little Hulk", other apology has been given, and their attitude is very sincere.

The giants are indeed searching for the traces of the "Little Hulk" in a crazy way, not acting.

Besides, it is related to the "Sword of Humanity". The giants have always been the Big Brother of the Nine Realms. Every time they are enthusiastic about promoting the smooth launch of the "Sword of Humanity" plan. There is no need for them to stumbling in secret.

"I'll go there right away." The messenger of the Underworld Ancestor stood up and pushed open the door to space... Before leaving, he looked at the skeleton trumpet lurking in the lava ground tenderly.

"Precautions for the lava space, and you will never allow any accidents to happen to the reincarnation of the Ancestor Dark." The Ancestor Dark gave orders to his most loyal personal guards, and his body disappeared into the gate of space.

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In the Oasis of the Underworld.

At the very center, ordinary humans are placed in refuge camps, and everyone is crowded in a small refuge space and can only pray in secret every day.

But at this time, they had no goal to pray to anyone - in the past, the object of their prayers could be the "Forest of Life", which was the forest that protected them from invasion by the undead in the underworld.

Now, the forest of life has been lost. Ordinary humans don’t even know who they pray. But they can’t do anything except pray.

Even if they are not afraid of death and are willing to carry weapons to resist the undead, the Guardian Legion will not let them go to the front line. They can only increase the number of cannon fodder for the undead and increase the pressure on the Guardian Legion.

"Can we survive?" The green-haired girl Amber held the flower pot in her arms. For some reason, she subconsciously didn't want to put this flower pot.

She was like holding a life-saving straw, holding a flower pot tightly.

In the small hole at the bottom of the flower pot, Wu Jue's long roots quietly plunged into the ground, absorbing the vitality of the oasis land. The soil here is delicious, very lively, and has good reviews~

As a reward for taking her to eat such delicious food, at least Xiao Amber's family will have to find a way to pack it and take it away safely.

"Will we be extinct by the undead this time?" Xiao Amber held the flowerpot and murmured to himself.

"Death is just the beginning of another form of life. Even if you die, your parents will still love you." My father's big hand gently touched Xiao Amber's head and comforted him.

While he was speaking, the space gate opened at the edge of the oasis, and the eight-armed figure of the messenger of the Nether Ancestor appeared again.

When it appeared this time, its momentum was full of momentum, and huge power surged out of his thin body and spread to the entire oasis world - the messenger of the Nether Ancestor was trying to give some pressure to the "hushi" who might lurk in the oasis, which is also a warning.

If someone really hides in an oasis and intercepts the "humanitarian power" that the underworld wants to collect, then after the warning, it will take full advantage!

The momentum of the envoy of the Nether Ancestor was overwhelmed by the earthly pressure, and the sky above the oasis was affected by the emotions of the Nether Ancestor Ancestor. The dark clouds were dense, and the heavy sense of oppression fell in the hearts of every human being.

During the sleeping period of the "ancestor", the messenger was able to exercise part of his authority and law power on behalf of the ancestor. If he wanted, let alone the oasis, even the entire underworld could be affected by his emotions.

The human camp was silent, so scared that it could not make any sound.

The gap in realm is too big. The human race in the oasis has been restricted from the path to ascendance and cannot improve its realm. Except for those born with strong will, most ordinary people are directly oppressed and kneel down, and many people even lose consciousness and fall into the ground.

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"Go forward again and attack in full." After spreading his momentum over the oasis, the messenger of the Nether Ancestor reached out to take the container from the vampire witch.

With the help of the authority of the "ancestral ancestor", it can sense the entire oasis range. Next, no matter where Green is, if someone dares to intercept the "humanitarian power", it will definitely not be able to escape its perception!

After receiving the order, the undead army below pushed forward together and fought with the elite guardian legion of the human race.

Fighting is like a meat grinder, strangling both sides in battle.

Undead and human warriors kept falling down.

The messenger of the Underworld urged the magic weapon in his hand to try to absorb the "humane power"... But even if it urged it with his own hands, there was no trace of "humane power" absorbed in the human camp below!

Moreover, no one can intercept the human power!

"How could this happen?" This was the first time that the envoy of the Underworld Ancestor encountered such a thing.

He looked at the battlefield below carefully and stared at the fallen human warriors. After a moment, the emissary of the Underworld Ancestor was about to frown.

[The humanitarian power was locked in the human corpses?] It found that even after being killed and fell to the ground and lost the breath of life, there was no slight "humanitarian power" flowing out of these human warriors.

And... these human warriors were not transformed into undead soldiers after their deaths!

In the past, in the wars with the human race, human race warriors were transformed into undead creatures of various grades while dying.

But this time, after the human warrior died, he quietly lay on the ground without moving.

[What's going on?] The messenger of the Underworld reached out and grabbed a human warrior's body with a different head out of thin air and grabbed it in his hand.

It senses carefully.

It is 100% certain that this human warrior is completely dead.

"Can it be that humans have evolved?" the messenger of the Underworld Ancestor murmured.

Humans are one of the rare creatures with strong adaptability. As long as they are given time, they can adapt to almost all kinds of harsh environments and evolve the ability to take root and survive.

Have these humans evolved to resist the undead spells and would not become undead after death? They would not be harvested from the "power of humanity"?

How can this be broken?

Could it be that we should just move the sword refining ground and throw the living humans into it?

If you do this, you will lose a group of undead warrior resources. Moreover, it is not guaranteed that this method is feasible.

Just as the envoy of the Nether Ancestor was thinking, a sudden change occurred below.

A sudden burst of screams sounded in the vanguard of the undead army - the very miserable kind, so miserable that it would make people cry when they heard this scream.

Accompanied by this scream that penetrated into the soul, a raging flame suddenly burned among the army of undead.

The flames soared into the sky, burning everything around them that could be burned...including all kinds of undead.

There are many species of undead creatures that are very suitable for fuel. For example, fat stitching monsters full of fat, such as ghost fire ghosts, and turbulent skeleton archers.

These undead spirits cannot hurt them by ordinary flames. However, they are difficult to extinguish after being lit by unusual flames. They are the kind of species that cannot be stopped if they are not burned.

The flames soared into the sky and turned into flame pillars.

Each fire column can clear a small area of ​​the Undead Pioneer troops.

The messenger of the Underworld: "???"

Its eyes passed through the flame and stared at the core of the flame. After a moment, it found that the core of the flame was the dead human corpses that could not be killed anymore?

"What's going on?"

"Why is there a sudden explosion of the flame column and someone is casting a spell?"

"Is it a fire-type magician? Are there such magicians in the human race?"

"This flame cannot be extinguished!"

There was a chaos in the undead camp.

The vampire witch in charge of the command also quickly noticed the human corpses in the pillar of fire, and quickly waved the vanguard army to avoid the human corpses.

"Ahhhh~ahhhh~" Amid the screams, flames kept gushing out of the human corpses.

Their bodies were quickly burned into coke, filled with cracks, and the heat of flames continued to emerge from their bodies.

After extreme pain, these humans were reborn and became the Ashes.

The first time they became the ashes, they were not confused... only with violent anger. They grabbed the weapons around them. No matter what weapons they were, as long as they were held in their hands, they could be crossed to a layer of immortal fire.

The new Ashmen have no armor protection and their defense is less powerful, but in contrast, the flames on their bodies will not be suppressed and will rush toward all directions.

They have died once, and they are fearless and pounced on the undead beside them.

When the undead's weapons hit, they could instantly chop the new ashes to the ground or even smash them into pieces.

However, in the blink of an eye, the ashes and coke on the ground could be regrouped into human form again, holding the weapon and clamoring.

"Immortal life?" The envoy of the Nether Ancestor was full of doubts.
To be continued...