Alison is a person who pays more attention to practical matters. For example, when the fog cleared, everyone who looked back at the situation behind was stunned by the beautiful off-shoulder dress.

It was not that they had never seen beautiful women before, not to mention that Alison was still wearing a mask. The reason why they were surprised was that they felt as if they were seeing memories and feelings, just like the mistress they met when they went to the castle for training when they were thirteen or fourteen years old.

There are some feelings that cannot be obtained with money and ability.

However, they knew that the person in front of them was not the former enlightenment teacher.

So it's very strange.

"If it weren't for that mask, I would have thought that there was a different person in front of me." The professional from the empire recalled a certain past event and turned back sadly, "Those skeletons are better looking. They don't know pain."

"Actually, if you only look at the shoulders below, she is very similar to the hostess I served when I was a waiter. Just look at the face and... well, she is wearing a mask." The etiquette officer stretched out his hand to indicate the viewing angle, and finally agreed.

give up.

"Don't you care where the swordsman went?" The bishop noticed that those people only glanced behind him and continued to watch the ceremony. He couldn't help but frowned, "He seemed to have been killed by the woman in the mist just now."

However, everyone was watching the ceremony. Several spellcasters from various countries and empires glanced at the etiquette officer after hearing this, and then continued to have nothing to do with themselves.

"Mock, are you listening to me?" the bishop asked with some dissatisfaction.

When the ceremonial officer Mok saw that he was called, he looked back at the bishop helplessly, "Don't say this kind of thing."

"Huh?" The bishop was shocked when he heard this. He was about to ask whether he had water in his head when the Templar Knight beside him said, "Bishop Cotton, please ignore this, okay?"

Upon hearing this, the bishop looked sharply at the Templar, and his expression suddenly changed.

"You grew up in the church." The bishop looked into the Templar's eyes and said in a deep voice.

"She is very similar to the nun who took care of us." The Templar showed a look of nostalgia.

Huh~ When the bishop heard this, he felt as if a stone had been pressed in his heart. He turned around and looked at the masked girl who was obviously not a professional. Is her blue strapless dress a magic dress?

However, just as he was guessing, several rays of cold light flew from the masked girl and penetrated directly into the sacrificial site.

"Puff puff puff~"

"ah!"

The screams of the Necromancer Apprentice rang abruptly amidst the weird incantations. He was hit by arrows in his butt and waist. He fell to the ground, trembling and covering his wounds. Judging from the extent of the injuries, it was obvious that he would not survive.

Already.

A group of people watching the ceremony were slightly stunned. What was going on? The opening ceremony also required sacrifices, and they had to be freshly killed?

Of course this was just a joke, and one look at the necromancer's stunned expression showed that it was obviously not the case.

"Master Ceremony Officer, couldn't you stop the arrow from coming from your position?"

The necromancer who was meditating on the incantation suddenly stopped the ritual, and the skeletons stood up to protect him. His cloudy eyes looked at the etiquette officer, "You don't care if she shot me?"

"Well." The ceremonial officer was a little nervous when he heard this, and the Necromancer was angry at the sight. "According to the agreement, you should provide protection for the ceremony, right?"

"The kingdom does not pay attention to talents as always."

The people in the empire felt happy when they saw the Necromancer getting angry. They were willing to watch the excitement. After all, they supported Archduke Adili. If the summoning of heroes failed, it would be a happy sight for them.

As for the observers from the missions of various countries, they do not intervene in the war.

They all watched the excitement in front of them with their own thoughts. Even the bishop temporarily put aside his attention to the masked girl and was wary of the necromancer suddenly doing something outrageous. After all, the necromancer was on the wanted list.

Above, one of the six elders of the Sun Nest, the Sleeper.

Seeing the silent treatment of the etiquette officer, the Necromancer did not continue to get angry, but walked to his apprentice. When the apprentice saw his mentor coming, his desire to survive made him couldn't help but stretch out his hand, "Teacher, save me.

I."

"You can't live like this now, but you have to remember that we necromancers are not afraid of death." The Sleeper looked at his apprentice with a trace of pity, "I will let you sleep for a while first, and then I will reincarnate you.

Lich."

"Click~"

In the apprentice's astonishment, the Sleeper stepped on his neck and broke his neck.

"In order to study necromantic magic, I seldom eat or bathe, and I don't care about external affairs. But this apprentice is the only one who will inherit my inheritance. Since you are ignoring it, then I will do it myself."

The Sleeper glanced at the ceremonial officer and the palace swordsmen around him, then raised his staff in front of the crowd who got out of the way and chanted a spell.

"Purer than the sun, more ancient than the sky, you are the old days buried in the earth."

As soon as the Sleeper opened his mouth, he became an old ruler. From the first note, the underground silence and the breath of death emerged from the land under his feet. The bishop standing in the distance changed his face when he saw this forbidden magic. Are you there?

Why is there such a big movement when beating up a non-professional who holds a forbidden object? I feel like you are going to cause trouble. This magic can kill everyone present.

The Sleeper chanted loudly, and the observation team who sensed the danger began to retreat. The Bishop was hesitating whether to stop him, but he saw an arm covering the Sleeper's mouth.

That was the etiquette officer with an aggrieved look on his face.

The spell was interrupted, the magic ended instantly, a large amount of blood spurted out from the Sleeper's covered mouth, and his body quickly shriveled up.

The Sleeper turned into a skin-wrapped skeleton.

The fact that he was able to survive the backlash of forbidden magic and survive like this was the result of eighty years of hard training in magic.

"I don't blame you for being indifferent, but you still want to stop me, isn't it too much?" Sleeper, who instantly withered into a skeleton, said angrily, his eyes almost igniting with soul fire.

"Well." The etiquette officer felt a little guilty when he saw him like this, "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

What can't be held back! The Sleeper almost went crazy when he heard this. When he was casting the spell, the masked woman opposite kept shooting arrows at him. He couldn't hold it back. After all, there was a skeleton blocking it, but you can't cover my mouth.

!

He glared at the ceremonial officer, then pointed the staff in his hand at the masked girl, and saw all the skeletons in the cemetery rushing toward her.

Alison looked at the charging skeletons, raised her hand crossbow and started shooting rapidly. She saw that the soul fire in the charging skeletons' heads dissipated as the carrier shattered. In the blink of an eye, all fifty skeletons were consumed, and they fell asleep.

The reporter and his friends were shocked.

"That crossbow is a cursed object." The professionals from the empire were intrigued as they saw the treasures frequently appearing on Alison's body.

People from the missions of various countries also have some ideas.

Not to mention them, even some of the sons of ancient magic who were watching the battle behind the grass and rocks began to have lustful thoughts. If I had this crossbow, how could I still not be able to return to my old life?

"Swish, swish, swish~" The continuous sound of crossbow arrows sounded again, heading straight for the Sleeper, and the Sleeper over there also recovered from the depression just now. He raised his staff, and in an instant, a shield-holding animal skeleton emerged from his body.

He emerged from the magic circle in front of him and blocked the crossbow attack.

"Dang, Dang, Dang~" The crossbow arrow hit the thick bone shield, but did not penetrate.

The Sleeper breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and then waved again, and the other three animal skeleton shielders rose from the ground on his left and right sides respectively.

"What are you?" The etiquette officer was a little angry when he saw the sleeper doing this. It was obvious that he didn't believe in himself.

After setting up defenses, the Sleeper summoned a large number of skeleton soldiers to charge, and then looked at the unhappy etiquette officer, "Don't get close, they will fight back."

The ceremonial officer frowned slightly, and then looked at the bishop. The bishop was stunned when he saw this, and then looked at the masked girl who was surrounded by skeletons, and made up his mind.

That magic suit must be banned.
Chapter completed!