Time is the most harshest judge, and uses history to bury all glory and glory under the dust.

The granite carved walls and solemn steel doors all show the importance of the people in the past to this cemetery, or to the heroes who are in their sanctuary. This is the place where heroes are sleeping and a witness of the glory of humans and demons. But the meaning of admiration and respect gradually fades in the long river of time. Ten years have passed, hundreds of years have passed, hundreds of years have passed, and hundreds of years have been able to erase everything, and the vivid names that have been revered by countless people in the past have been revealed.

During the erosion of hundreds of years, the cemetery lost its former luxurious appearance and became a ruin.

At this time, countless zombies were lingering in the ruins, and the air was filled with the smell of rotten flesh. The stench of corpses was already highly poisonous. In this hellish cemetery, ordinary people would be plagued by illness even if they were not attacked by zombies for a long time, and they would soon be born.

At this moment, more than a dozen zombies wandering in front of the iron gate of the cemetery looked in the same direction. The smell of fresh meat from the air aroused their instinctive desires. However, before they could rush to take steps, an inconspicuous little thing drifted across the parabola in the air. It was a small emerald green bottle that refracted the sunlight when it fell in the air, crystal clear like a work of art, and there was no deterrence at all.

The next moment, the glass bottle shattered on the exposed rocks of the barren lawn in front of the cemetery, as if the compressed and solidified dry ice spread out, but it was not the white smoke on the stage, but the hazy green mist. Green was originally the color of life, but the withered grass in the range of the fog, which was visible to the naked eye, and in a moment it corroded into a charcoal-like charcoal ash, which obviously contained a very poison. Not only weeds, but such poisons are also useful for zombies that are full of corpse poison. The zombies who were stained with green smoke attached like phosphorus powder, and made a squeaking sound as if corroded by sulfuric acid. Soon, the zombies' bodies appeared dark green and charred, just like machinery that had lost fuel stopped moving and fell to the ground.

The obstacles in front of the door were cleared. The sudden change surprised Amplisa so much that she even forgot to put down her fingers with a bow and arrow. What surprised her was that the small bottle thrown out by Mikoto before, and she had certainly heard of the strangled gas potion, but she had only heard of it. The refining of this potion was extremely difficult, and the raw materials were very precious, much more precious than mild healing potion. However, such a "legendary prop" suddenly appeared in front of her, and was even used so easily. Seeing that Mikoto's indifferent expression seemed to be just a stone.

Of course, Mikoto knew the precious gas potion, but it was more than ten days since Mikoto came to this world, but she was still a bit reluctant to easily integrate into it. She was more of a game experience. In the game, for her witch above level 60, the strangled gas potion was really a waste of money and was too lazy to pick up. It was normal not to take it seriously at this time. Of course, most of the reasons are to save time and mana.

Before Ampalisa could come back to her senses, Mikoto entered the cemetery first. Based on her experience in the game, she knew that these zombies could be resurrected infinitely before they were knocked down by the Blood Bird. This was somewhat similar to the Destroyed Demon Witcher, but the Blood Bird was not a Destroyed Demon Witcher. As the boss, it was countless times stronger! The most important thing to fight for now is time. Facing a powerful monster like the Blood Bird, any magic power is extremely precious. Mikoto was unwilling to waste it meaninglessly on delaying these zombies.

The tomb is divided into two tombs, east and west. The ancient buildings exudes the vicissitudes of history, but what really attracted everyone's attention at the first time was the square in the center of these two tombs, where a towering tree was planted! In front of this big tree that was twenty or thirty meters high, humans were as small as ants. The tree was obviously at least hundreds of years old. The leaves on the branches were rarely bright green, and the withered yellow was thick and simple.

However, what Mikoto and the others noticed was not the big tree itself, but the hanging objects on the thick branches. At this time, it was not the harvest autumn. Of course, what hung on the branches would not be the fruit of harvest. They were all dry human corpses!

Dozens of corpses were floating in the wind, and they were obviously worn out as adventure mercenaries. Even though they were somewhat prepared for the "hobby" of the blood bird in the game, Mikoto couldn't help but retching when she saw this scene. Although Amprisa, who had been dealing with the demons for many years, her expression was not much better than Mikoto at this time.

As for the fate of the dead mercenary, Ampalis originally thought that the worst was to fall into the stomach of the destruction demon, and eventually turn into dead bones and buried underground. It could be considered as returning to the embrace of the earth goddess and buried in peace. However, he did not expect that these warriors who died in the hands of the blood bird would be tortured so cruelly. Not to mention the wild corpses, they looked at the weathering of the corpses, at least for several years.

At this time, the only person who still smiled without changing his face. He was always vigilant about this Mikoto and never understood what the other party was thinking. However, although he looked heartless, this did not prevent Sainz from taking action extremely ruthless. These zombies had no enemy in his hands.

Does this world have other professionals besides itself? Mikoto has cared about this question before, but there is no answer. Even Akara doesn't know much about it. In the past few hundred years, although there are few professions in the human world, they can still be seen. However, there are no rumors of the birth of professionals in this century. Even the heroes left over from the previous generation have gradually lost their magical power. In fact, Akara himself is a witch, and the blacksmith of the camp was once a barbarian who fought all directions, but these glorious history has gradually been forgotten by people as the power of their bodies disappears.

The magic of the human world comes from the heavens. Perhaps there is something wrong with the world stone connecting the two worlds? But Akara is always unwilling to say this.

But at this moment, looking at Sainz's sharp moves, Mikoto had to suspect that the weapons in the other party were all very familiar to Mikoto. After all, although she prefers witches in the game "Dark", it does not mean that she has never used other characters. In terms of single-to-one lethality, compared to witches, the profession of Assassin is better.

Talk and laughter, and kill the enemy with one blow. This description is exactly the portrayal of Sainz at this time.

However, Mikoto didn't have any extra time to pay attention to these things, because under the giant tree, she saw the real goal of this trip!

If I met Mikoto, I wouldn't have noticed the identity of the other party's demon. I had a bone helmet on my head, a leather armor, and an ordinary bow and arrow in my hands. It looked no different from an ordinary mercenary from afar, but this idea disappeared in the next moment -

It seemed that she could detect Mikoto's gaze. The blood bird that was originally sitting under the tree suddenly raised her head. The collision of her eyes made Mikoto feel unconscious. Although she could not meet the despair and fear that she had brought to her when she looked at the dark wanderer at that time, the cold curse of hell still made her shudder unconsciously.

The terrifying eyes were without any emotion, and the cold temperature seemed to freeze the air, but soon Mikoto realized that the blood bird's gaze was not actually on her, but more of it was staring at Amprisa beside her. Although she was a little aware of it, Mikoto also noticed the strange expression of Amprisa at this time.

"Why do you need to do something like this..."

Ampalisa's soft murmur, responding to her was a scream from the Blood Bird. This scream obviously had a special meaning. The countless zombies who were originally wandering aimlessly on the ground gathered towards the center of the cemetery with the sound.

Although he is the lowest-level zombie, such a quantity will still make the scalp numb. He took out a bottle of strangled gas potion again and threw it towards the direction where the blood bird was.

The green smoke spread again, but at the same time, Mikoto took a breath and several zombies fell down. However, the blood bird, as the real target, avoided the range of gas potion at an astonishing speed. The blood bird was very fast. Although Mikoto was prepared for it, speed enhancement was its inherent attribute, but she did not expect that its speed would be so fast. A stepping step was more than ten meters away. If Mikoto had not improved her visual ability as a professional, she would have seen it clearly, in the eyes of ordinary people, it would have been teleportation.

He put away his last bit of luck and waved the eagle magic bead in his hand. The wall of ice formed by magic appeared around Mikoto.

As she walked forward quickly, Mikoto ignored the layers of zombies and ran towards the direction where the blood bird was. She did not even use any attack method, but only blocked the "Crescent Shield" in front of her and used her body to break away the zombies blocking her in front of her. But this was not impulsive and ingenious. The ice-encapsulated armor on her body was a passive skill when attacked, and the impact also stimulated the effect of the armor. After all, it was just the lowest-level monster. The cold air of the ice-encapsulated armor easily freezes all the zombies that touch Mikoto along the way into popsicles.

Although it cannot be killed, since these zombies will be resurrected even if they die, this method is the most efficient.

But the theory is so correct. However, when contacting these zombies so close, the stench that cannot be described in words still makes Mikoto dizzy. Although her health has not decreased and she also has no poisoning reaction. However, due to the stench holding her breath, the lack of oxygen still makes people feel extremely painful, and the body gradually cannot exert strength.

After a while, when a trace of fresh air finally entered her lungs, Mikoto experienced the feeling of coming back to life, but before she could relax, she saw the blood bird not far away that was about to ejaculate.

Losing layers of zombies, there is no more obstacle between her and the blood bird-

"Be careful, Lord Mikoto!"

Without Ampalisa reminding her, Mikoto stopped rapidly. She stepped out her left leg and forced her to reverse the direction of force regardless of the inertia of her body. A stinging pain came, which was slightly sprained by the leg muscles. However, Mikoto didn't care about this. The sound of breaking through the air that passed her through her made her sweat amid cold sweat.
Chapter completed!