"Tsk, it's just a secondary authority." Mrs. Dark Night rubbed her fists and murmured to herself: "I haven't played close-up battle for a long time. I can't retreat so much, and my fists are red."

When Almwoo, Maras saw her gaze swept, she couldn't help but tremble all over and immediately stood up with her head and chest. This was the standard standing posture taught by the Lord of Corleon.

Is this woman so scary?

They can understand and understand the monsters on the opposite side when using the space permissions. After all, they have been professionally trained, but what is the situation of kneeling down by beating the big monster holding weapons with bare hands and falling to the ground with bruises and unable to get up?

How did the undead Errol suppress and beat them before? Now Lady Dark Night suppress and beat the undead Errol. The gap between them is so big that it is so big that I actually wanted to control the exploration team before. Isn’t this a lantern in the toilet - looking for death?

The undead Errol struggled to get up, but although Madam Hei Ye kept her hand and did not kill him, she actually seriously injured him and left a trace of the blood clan's blood and energy power in his body, making him unable to control his body for a while.

Ensuring the severe pain that had not been felt for many years, and allowing the muscles on his body to send out a strong signal of resistance, the undead Errol slowly stretched out his hand and tried hard to grab the corner of Mrs. Dark Night's skirt.

"Let me go, leave, please, please." The voice of the undead Errol was intermittent, and he couldn't even control his mouth and throat.

Mrs. Dark Night glanced at him and said, "Do you think it's possible? Although the secondary authority is not as good as the real space controller, it can also become the key to invading the space. I have to say that the space controller of your demon space is really cunning. He actually used a secondary authority as a guise and tricked me out."

Almmoth and Maras complained in his heart: You are not using us two secondary authority players as gun commanders. If you didn’t find out that this enemy is not your opponent, you probably won’t take action.

You space controllers are all ill-hearted, so let’s not talk about your second brother.

"Carlton, make trouble, go back, protect, master, space, give you." The voice of the undead Errol intermittently, making it difficult to listen to, but there is one thing that everyone hears, space, give you.

Mrs. Dark Night snatched a casual look, and a blood-red light flew out and fell on the neck of the undead Errol. His voice suddenly became smooth, although it was still hoarse and harsh: "My master is the space authority. He had fallen asleep more than three hundred years ago, in order to fight against the consumption and burden brought by the carrying space."

"I, the master's escort, and the butler Carlton are the master's right-hand man, but Carlton's despicable goblin is a villain who is tempted by the flames and does not gain the trust of the master. The task of protecting the master has always been undertaken by me, and what I said to Carlton is that the great master broke through the constraints of space and went to a more powerful space travel."

"I'm not good at managing. Carlton's despicable goblin has his value in use. In order to relieve the pressure on his master, we fought everywhere to collect blood and swallow space, preparing for the master to increase his strength and restore his strength."

"I am deeply trusted by my master, have secondary authority in space, and I charge in external battles. My master's castle is also guarded by me. Carlton is just a damn necromancer who is responsible for creating cannon fodder, but this bastard actually tried to invade his master's sleeping place when I was at a disadvantage."

"That despicable goblin used the pool of blood I had painstakingly collected to summon other hell demons, who betrayed the great master!"

Mrs. Dark Night waved her hand impatiently and said, "I don't care about your internal jealousy. I'll ask you a few questions now. If you answer truthfully, I can consider letting you go back."

"Faced with the strong, I dare not lie." The undead Errol's attitude was very respectful, perfectly showing what it means to bully the weak and fear the strong, and what it means to be a hero who knows the times.

"What race is your master?" Mrs. Dark Night was not anxious, the undead Errol was anxious.

"The great master is the blood clan, the powerful blood clan, Mrs. Madame Madame Madame." The undead Errol had a hint of admiration and admiration in his tone.

Although Mrs. Dark Night had expected it, she was still a little surprised to hear this sentence. The other party's identity is a blood clan, which can be seen from the style of the castle, but the other party is actually a blood clan marquis. You should know that the corresponding strength of the marquis is a demigod. Will the powerful demigods be unable to support the space because of carrying the space?

On the contrary, when the strength reaches the level of the demigod, the space will promote their strength to improve, and it is no longer a burden. It can even be said that the demigod is the initial stage of carrying space. If there are no special conditions below the demigod, the carrying space is a chronic suicide.

Mrs. Dark Night naturally had the means to judge whether he was lying, but it was precisely because she heard that he did not lie that she felt surprised that things seemed to have become interesting.

"Do your master have the profession of the Necromancer?" Mrs. Dark Night is more or less interested in that same tribe who has never met. The demigod powerhouse is indeed very powerful, and the demigod powerhouse with space authority is particularly difficult to deal with, but the other party's condition is definitely wrong, otherwise it would be impossible for him to sleep for hundreds of years and let his two subordinates make trouble.

"The great master is knowledgeable and talented, and she is also proficient in the methods of the necromancer. As a slave to the great master, she was given immortality by the master." The undead Errol did not hide at all, but instead showed her identity as a necromancer.

"When did you fall into this space? What is the upper limit of strength that this space carries? When did your master disappear?"

Mrs. Dark Night asked questions one by one, and Errol, the undead, answered them one by one. Although he was a little hesitant, he was unable to resist Mrs. Dark Night in the end.

Mrs. Wangyue is a pure blood clan, also a rebellious woman who travels to other places for love, but is abandoned by her husband because she loses the protection of her family. In a rage, Mrs. Wangyue killed her husband's entire clan, defected to the Spider Lord, and became an ordinary little leader under her command.

When fighting this world, Mrs. Wangyue was "fortunate" to be selected, but unfortunately she encountered a shocking explosion. The army of hell demons was almost destroyed. She was seriously injured and fell into this small alien space, which could only accommodate the alien space at the third level.

Mrs. Wangyue was very unfortunate, but she was also very lucky. She had thousands of subordinates around her, and when she was about to persevere, she found the key to space and became the control of space. Then she drove the alien space to keep approaching hell until one day she suddenly fell asleep.

Before her sleep, her power was constantly weakening. She summoned Errol until she could not support her. After brief explanation, she closed herself in the deepest part of the castle.

The lifespan of the hell demon, especially the hell demon below the fourth level, is not endless. Mrs. Wangyue turns her loyal subordinates into undead creatures. Before their lifespan is about to end, the undead Errol is the leader.

In addition to the earliest group of confidants who followed Mrs. Wangyue, over the past thousand years, Mrs. Wangyue also encountered several strange spaces and conquered some new subordinates, among which Carlton was the dark goblin that she was highly valued.

"Damn Carlton failed the trust of his master. He first went against his master's wishes and threw himself into the arms of other demons, forcing us to stay away from hell and approach that medium-sized plane, and even wanted to seize the director's space authority. This sin cannot be forgiven!"

"Dear strong man, please let me go back because you and your master are both blood clans. I must save my master. If that bastard dares to take action, he will definitely rely on it. I am afraid that the enemy's strength may not be inferior to the master." The undead Errol is not a fool. Although he looks round and fat, he is still an undead creature, but his mind is not rigid.
Chapter completed!