The black energy comes with confusion and low air pressure. This is a unique change in the world of the undead. The actions of a person who is not yet strong are accompanied by changes in the surroundings.

Sikalimi was injured. If he fought against this death lord without speculation, even if he could win, there would still be other undead waiting for him.

Sikalimi turned her head and looked at Morfa, who was smiling as if it had nothing to do with him. He gritted his teeth and said, "I really want to leave you here."

Morfa spread his hands, "I am the only one who knows how to open the door to the Undead World again. Do you think it is easy to open the door to the Undead World? Otherwise, the Undead would have invaded the Upper World in large numbers, and how could they have waited until today."

This is a threat, a threat from Chi Guoguo!

But it is extremely useful.

Sikarimi stroked her forehead melancholy, "I suddenly doubt whether I need your rescue or not. The price is too high."

Morfa did not answer her again, but had an expression on his face that said, "Just admit it."

This kind of expression is the most annoying!

Sikarimi didn't even look at him, and continued to look ahead. Under the strong aura around him, countless undead began to give way to a wide passage. On the way out, they were wrapped in black rags, vaguely

It can be seen that the skeletal undead floated over, as if suspended in mid-air, as if floating very slowly, but in the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of Sikarimi.

"The undead and the light have always been in opposition. Since he fell from the earthly world to the undead world, we undead will never let him go." A hoarse voice came from the black cloth wrapping the bones.

"There are so many undead, why should I believe you?" She couldn't confront him head-on. With a smile, Sikarimi looked askance at the Death Lord in front of her.

"With my strength." Although his voice was hoarse, it was very intimidating.

"Really?" Sikarimi continued to challenge his authority, "Then what do those undead people behind you mean?"

"Huh?" Lord Death looked back. All the undead were standing behind him. Although they looked extremely respectful, it was obvious that they were coveting him.

"How dare you touch my things?" Lord Death said loudly, his voice echoing throughout the area.

Are you regarded as something in your pocket so quickly? Sikarimi's eyes flashed, should I say you are confident, or should I say you are simple-minded?

The undead were confused for a moment, but they fell back. Lord Death was obviously very satisfied with this situation, but then, his body suspended in mid-air stiffened.

Because, although the undead retreated, they only took two or three steps and then stopped.

Sure enough, the greedy personality cannot be changed, especially in dead creatures, this greedy personality is even more obvious.

"Lord, they don't seem to be willing."

When the Death Lord heard Sikarimi's obviously sarcastic words, he turned around very displeased and looked at the group of undead who were as low as ants in his eyes.

"Do you want to completely disappear from this world?"

The threatening words were spoken, and the death knights began to retreat. It was a joke. They were advanced undead with thinking. They naturally knew what the death lord's words meant. Moreover, they knew very well how big the difference between themselves and the death lord was.

, even if a regiment of death knights rushed forward, they could not resist the death lord's wave.

Although the self-aware Death Knights were unwilling to give in, they still retreated. They rode on Nightmare and quickly evacuated this place.

But those undead armies have no intention of evacuating. They are low-level undead skeleton legions with no consciousness. Even if they sense danger, they can't resist the thirst and snatching of food in their hearts.

To deal with such miscellaneous soldiers, the Death Lord impatiently cast a death curse. The death curse spread among the undead army quickly turned these skeletons into powder. The newly born undead, who had no sense of escape, just changed.

Just piles of real wreckage, with no possibility of rebirth.

In an instant, the entire area became empty. There were no low-level undead, skeletons, and scavengers, as well as higher-level undead and death knights.

There is only one person in front of Sikarimi now, no, it should be said to be an undead - the Death Lord.

"Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking." Lord Death said arrogantly, "Kill them all away through me. I think I have the strength, and I really don't want them to bother you, but you, I advise you.

Just stop being petty."

“Lord Death is really very capable,” Sikalimi said with a smile. “The internal struggle of the undead is prohibited, and since the rebirth of Hades, the transformation of the undead has become quite difficult and almost impossible. Even if

There are undead souls that have been successfully transformed, but they are just low-grade undead souls, or with the help of powerful magic power, you destroyed so many undead souls so easily, don't you feel bad at all?"

"You are good at talking, but these words are of no use to me. Hand over the person behind you!"

"I really want to give it to you." Sikalimi said with regret, "But he can't die now, he is still very useful to me." Sikalimi shrugged and took out the wand. It seems that this

War is inevitable.

The Death Lord saw Sikarimi's intention. He had no rivals in the world of the undead for a long time, and the Death Lords in various places did not interact with each other, so he always felt that he was the most powerful undead!

It has been many years, many centuries, and no one or undead has been able to escape or win from his hands. The undead in front of him really knows how high the sky is and how high he is!

This undead body does not seem to have rotted yet, so it means that it has just advanced. Although it is undeniable that he felt the powerful undead pressure from this girl when he came, this is nothing to him!

Even if she is a genius, she has to admit defeat when he gets her!

Sikalimi shook her head and looked at the Death Lord with a strange light in his eyes.

The Death Lord didn't realize that he was staring at Sikarimi, very confidently wanting to see what tricks the girl in front of him was going to play.

Trick? Soon, you will know what it is.

Sikalimi's eyes were smiling, and her left eye suddenly shone brightly! A purple magic circle was reflected in her left eye, and the huge energy emitted by that magic circle made the Death Lord unable to move!

What... what is this thing that can actually immobilize him!

He stared closely at Sikalimi's left eye, trying to find a way to break the spell from her eyes. As an undead, his body became more and more stiff. Although he said he could not die, he could not move like this. Who knew what would happen next?

What will happen down there!

The aura of death in his body was continuously drained away, and little by little it gathered into Sikarimi's left eye, and the purple light became stronger and stronger!

What kind of magic is this? Why have I never seen it before? What is the magic circle arranged in the eyes?

The Death Lord suddenly found that he could no longer observe Sikarimi's rigor. The more he looked into her eyes, the more he wanted to find out what it was, but the faster the energy was lost!

Death Lord quickly forces himself!

After all, he is the Lord of Death!

‘Bang!’ At the cost of a hand bone, the Death Lord escaped from the wonderful and terrifying magic.

"You really impressed me." Lord Death said with a sneer, not caring at all that his hand bones had turned into powder and disappeared in the yellow sand. "But, you will regret what you did today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a weapon suddenly appeared in Death Lord's hand, and the color of the sky above the world of the undead suddenly changed dramatically! The powerful magic transformed the entire airflow system in the sky into hideous and terrifying shapes, which looked like

Just like pictures of human suffering!

"Oops, Sikalimi, you said he made him angry." Morfa said to Sikalimi calmly.

"I didn't expect to anger him, but what makes me feel strange is." Sikalimi turned her head and looked at Morfa, "You are still so calm, I really want to throw you out!"

He got into such a big trouble when he first came to the undead world. Now he is seriously injured. Looking at the posture of the Death Lord, his weapons must be very powerful. How can he beat him? If he can really beat him, it is really a joke.

"Sikalimi, I definitely didn't mean this!" Morfa defended.

But his defense didn't seem to be sincere at all.

At this time, the death lord's weapon has been sacrificed. It is a short black staff. At the top of the short staff is a white human-shaped head. However, that head has no back of the head, only the face, and the face is attached to the head.

There are three faces, each with a different expression.

"It's actually a cursed rod." Sikarimi didn't expect to see such a thing in the world of the dead.

"You're surprised. This cursed rod is the artifact of Lord Hades, given to his most beloved believer."

No wonder I haven’t seen the Cursed Rod for a long time. I thought that the Cursed Rod would disappear temporarily with the rebirth of Hades, but I didn’t expect that Hades had already sent the Cursed Rod away!

Now we are in big trouble, this is a magical weapon!

Sikarimi subconsciously wanted to use the authority of the goddess, but suddenly realized that this is the world of the undead, and the authority of the goddess must not be used. If the authority of the goddess is used, the entire world of the undead will cause a sensation! And not only will it cause

Sensational, the goddess' authority cannot exert her powerful magical ability in the world of the dead, and will be restricted by this atmosphere!

Damn...

"The magical power of this cursed rod. Apart from the powerful curses that everyone knows does not require chanting magic, the most mysterious thing is his head." The Death Lord saw Sikalimi's expression and was very satisfied.

He decided to take his time, since in the end this person would be his, "This is Galicia's head."

Galicia…

"Evil God Galicilia!" Sikarimi was extremely surprised. She knew that the origin of the head on the Cursed Rod was not simple, but she never expected that it was actually the Evil God Galicilia!

Galicilia, as the evil god, is a subordinate of the main god Hades. It is rumored that he has three personalities: murderous, angry, and bloodthirsty. These three personalities have caused his followers to be extremely bloody, and he has also played the role of replacing Hades.

Due to his ambition, God of Hades dealt with the civil strife and captured Galicilia. No one knew how God of Hades dealt with this evil god in the end. Only today did he know that God of Hades actually cut off Galicilia’s head to refine it.

Made the Cursed Rod!

So this cursed staff contains the divine power of Galicia. The curse can save the need for long and complicated chanting, which is just one aspect. Now it seems that this staff also has the ability to chant three powerful spells at the same time!

"It seems you know what this is and what will happen next."

Sikarimi's eyes darkened, "You have to pay the price once you use an artifact, especially for a main god like Hades and a powerful god like Galicia. Even after death, the backlash cannot be ignored."

"I am already an undead, I am the Lord of Death." As an undead, what do I have to worry about!

Lord Death raised the Cursed Staff, and the Galician head at the top of the Cursed Staff suddenly seemed to come alive! The three personified faces made different sounds, and the three mouths began to chant long incantations at the same time!

"Do you know why I don't use his other ability, instant magic? Because I want to give it a try and enjoy your expressions!" The Death Lord's voice was a little excited, "I haven't touched this artifact for many years.

, I still remember the last time, when blood flowed into rivers and the ground was wailing, it felt so good to die!"

Sikalimi frowned and looked at him, watching the three mouths on the Cursed Rod reciting the incantations at the same time extremely noisily, causing violent agitation in the surrounding elements! This restlessness was absorbed by the Cursed Rod and transformed into powerful energy.
To be continued...