Chapter 105 First Wave!
[Net] Demon Hunting Cookbook After a chuckle, the entire meeting hall immediately became gloomy.
I saw that the officers of the city defense army who rushed in afterward suddenly turned pale, their exposed skin turned blue, and a stench permeated the air.
Corpse!
These officers of the city defense army who were normal people a moment ago have completely turned into corpses at this moment!
And, still...
A moving corpse!
They roared silently, carrying a stench so strong that ordinary people could suffocate them, the officers of the city defense army who rushed in after that jumped up one by one and rushed towards the giant dragon in mid-air.
call!
The scorching dragon's breath immediately scattered from the head.
These corpses were scorched before they even got close to the dragon.
Then--
Boom boom boom!
Explosions sounded one after another.
Every corpse exploded into a green mist that filled the sky.
Instead of being ignited by the dragon's breath, it blew itself up.
As soon as these greens appeared, they quickly merged into one, covering the giant dragon in midair.
Roar!
The giant dragon Doyle immediately roared angrily.
The dragon's breath spewed out in pieces.
However, the dragon's breath, which can easily melt steel, has no effect on these green mist.
It's like using gasoline to put out a fire.
The green mist gathers more and more.
At this time, another chuckle came.
It was different from the gentleness before, but rather gloomy.
and,
Nothing to hide.
Therefore, everyone's eyes turned to the three city defense officers who rushed in first.
The three raised their hands to wipe their faces, and immediately revealed their real faces.
In the middle is an old man with gray hair and beard who looks kind and friendly, just like the neighbor's grandfather.
The ones on the left and right are unsatisfactory, or to be precise, the faces that ordinary people would cry when they see them.
The laughter just now came from the 'person' who lost one eye on the left and let maggots shuttle back and forth in the empty eye socket.
Pulling off the military uniform of the city defense army, this 'man' hunched over, waved the wooden stick in his hand, and said in that eerie voice, "What is Jista waiting for?"
"Hurry up and do it!"
"Remember, Doyle's body is mine!"
After finishing speaking, the 'man' raised his hand and pointed at the giant dragon in the air with the wooden stick in his hand.
A miserable green light shot out from the wooden staff.
The green mist immediately became more.
And, roll over.
"I want the treasury of the royal family of Siwok!"
"and also……"
"The blood and hearts of 1,000 virgins!"
It was the 'person' on the right who said this sentence.
Compared with the "person" on the left, the "person" standing on the right of Jista looks more like a person, at least without a face of maggots, but the pale face is still not what ordinary people have.
And the next moment, this 'person' turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared in place.
Then came the bats.
Hundreds of bats.
They flapped their wings and rushed into the green mist without fear of death.
In a breath, these bats merged into the green mist.
Suddenly, the green mist increased again.
At this moment, the green mist has already enveloped the roof of the entire conference hall, and it still seems to be real.
People can only hear the roar of the giant dragon Doyle, but they cannot see Doyle's figure.
Even the scorching heat of the dragon's breath could not be felt.
There is only cold.
Just like the twelfth lunar month in winter, you can exhale white breath when you open your mouth.
Al Xie Li opened his mouth to let out a breath, and kept patting Prince Ruitai's face. ,
His Royal Highness wanted to dodge, but he had no strength at all.
He looked weakly at Geista who was approaching behind Al Xie Li.
"Gista!"
Prince Ruitai growled in a low voice.
"Oh, my lord, I am here."
Geista chuckled, bowed, and saluted in a dignified way.
Then, Al Xie Li was pulled away.
laugh!
boom!
The secret agent, with his long sword, rolled to the side again when the blood sprayed from Prince Ruitai's chest, hit the pillar, and his eyes turned white.
Once again, the spy passed out.
Geista turned sideways to avoid such a splash of blood.
Prince Ruitai's body slowly fell to the ground.
However, just when he fell completely, Prince Ruitai raised his hand to support the black coffin.
Abruptly, the Prince Ruitai stabilized his figure.
Looking at this scene, Gesta smiled and shook her head.
Next, lift one foot.
As if hating blood, Geista kicked Prince Ruitai's ankle instead of kicking him in the chest.
boom!
Just struggling to hold on, Prince Ruitai, who was relying on the black coffin to keep from falling, fell straight to the ground.
"You are really in a mess!"
"However, this is all over."
"Don't worry, it won't hurt."
Saying such words, Gesta waved her hand.
A fang carved from white bones was inserted into Prince Ruitai's neck.
puff!
The neck was pierced, Prince Ruitai's eyes widened, and then he lost his breath.
After seeing this scene, the 'person' who had been watching here and holding a wooden staff immediately let out an ugly and piercing laugh.
"Quack quack, the contractor is dead."
"Doyle, the backlash you have suffered is stronger than you imagined?"
"Even the power of resistance is so much weaker!"
"I'll take your body!"
After finishing speaking, a miserable green light shot out from the wooden stick again.
Not only that, in the green mist above the head, translucent figures began to appear.
There are ten dead souls!
Seven 'professionals' who have just entered the ranks.
A second-tier 'professional'.
A third-tier 'professional'.
Another one is...
Tier 5 'professional'.
Moreover, these professionals, without exception, are all 'assassins'!
The dead souls 'Assassins' floating in the miserable green mist, like sponges, absorbed the green mist, and their bodies began to become solid.
Especially the hands are growing crazily, becoming...
paw!
Ho, ho ho!
Roars sounded from the mouths of these undead 'assassins'.
This time, it's not a silent roar
But a real roar!
There are even ripples visible to the naked eye, like ripples on the surface of a lake, one after another, layer by layer.
Ten ripples layer upon layer covered the giant dragon Duil.
Immediately, the giant dragon Doil wailed.
The other people in the conference hall shook their bodies and fell to the ground.
Even if they were only affected a little bit, they would lose their ability to act.
Especially Al Xieli, who just woke up and passed out again.
"Howl of the Banshee!"
With a shrill cry, the middle-aged man with a pale complexion and scarlet eyes reappeared next to the rotting 'man' with one eye missing.
"Chikel, how did you do it?"
asked the middle-aged man.
Such words were originally impossible to ask.
However, the middle-aged man was really surprised.
You know, the 'Banshee's Roar' is a secret technique comparable to the full blow of a sixth-level 'professional'.
However, such a secret technique requires harsh cultivation conditions, and it is impossible for ordinary people on the mysterious side to achieve it.
In fact, in the past twenty years, there has never been a mysterious person in Siwok who can use the 'Howl of the Banshee' secret technique.
As for learning the 'Howl of the Banshee'?
It was like a crucian carp crossing the river.
However, the end is not so good.
Some died.
Part of it is crazy.
Some became idiots.
The few normal ones are also muddled.
And now?
Ten 'Howls of the Banshee' just appeared.
This surprised the middle-aged man beyond words.
What was even more surprising was that the dead souls of the "Howl of the Banshee" and "Assassin" were released, turning into phantoms, passing over the body of the giant dragon Doyle like swifts.
Every time it passes by, there will be a roar of the dragon Doil.
Especially the fifth-level 'Assassin', which had bloodstains on the body of the giant dragon Doyle.
The legendary dragon defense seems to have no effect at all.
"how can that be?!"
The middle-aged man exclaimed again.
He couldn't help looking at Chikel.
He looked at this 'grave keeper' whom he usually despises!
In his cognition, although the other party is a sixth-level 'gravekeeper', he is the last of the sixth-level ones. He cannot be compared with those like Jista and him.
Therefore, when Gesta contacted them and discussed the plan, he thought he was the main force.
But now it seems that...
Is he just a foil?
Such thoughts made the middle-aged man feel aggrieved.
There is also a deep humiliation.
In normal times, the middle-aged man would certainly not have any burdens, but today, out of nowhere, he became competitive.
"Gista has killed its contractor Ruitai!"
"The current Doyle is the weakest in a century..."
"It's the best opportunity!"
"Chickel is fine, why can't I?"
"Also, the taste of dragon blood..."
Thinking of this, the scarlet in the eyes of the middle-aged man lit up.
The next moment, his whole body turned into bats all over the sky and rushed into the air.
These bats were different from the bats that came before. They were not melted by the miserable green mist. On the contrary, they lit up with red light one by one, and began to impact the body of the giant dragon Duil.
Immediately, Doyle's screams became more obvious.
"Gista, are you still here to help?"
Chikel, who had played all his cards, stared at the huge figure behind the miserable green mist with one eye, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.
This green mist looks simple, but it is actually a kind of 'weapon' that he extracted from the corpse of the goblin after a lot of painstaking efforts to restrain the dragon Doil.
If you want to fight a giant dragon, you must limit the opponent's flying ability.
This is well known.
Otherwise, no one would be able to stand letting the opponent Feiwu spray dragon's breath continuously in the sky.
However, as a legendary creature, the dragon Doil is not bound by any steel or rope.
Even mystical props are useless.
Only the 'Fairy's Beard' can restrain the dragon.
However, the goblin has long since disappeared in West Wark, and can only be found on the edge of East Wark.
In order to restrain the dragon Doil, Chikel spent ten years collecting these 'fairy beards'.
Of course, there is also the 'Howl of the Banshee'!
This is simpler than the 'Fairy's Beard', he just killed some people who became insane, idiots and ignorant people because of learning 'Howl of the Banshee', and kept condensing these souls, making it an alternative 'spell' reel'.
Nothing is difficult.
It's just killing people, it's time consuming.
These ten "Howls of the Banshee" almost took Chikel ten years.
But, it's worth it!
Chickel always thought so!
Dragon Doil!
That is a real legendary creature!
As long as the opponent is killed!
The opponent's body is his!
And relying on this corpse, he can step into the seventh step!
The coveted seventh order!
Therefore, even Chikel's heart, which had not been beating for a long time, felt a burning sensation at this moment.
He urged Gesta.
Geista also nodded and walked over.
Geista took off the city guard's cloak, turned it over and spread it on the ground.
Immediately, a complicated secretary circle appeared in Chikel's sight.
He looked at the secret magic circle almost greedily.
This is a secret technique even more precious than the 'Howl of the Banshee': Dragon Spear!
A secret technique that can slay giant dragons!
Even if the corresponding spells and gestures are lacking, this does not prevent Chikel from observing.
What if he sees something?
Geista didn't stop Chikel's peeping.
The amiable-looking old man murmured a spell under his breath.
Immediately, the cloak covered with various symbols began to glow, and Chikel's eyes were attracted.
He couldn't wait to see the real face of 'Dragon Spear'.
Then--
puff!
A silver-white long sword pierced his body.
Chikel looked at Gesta holding the sword in disbelief.
"Sorry, Chickle."
"I didn't mean to lie to you."
"It's just that it's giving too much."
Gesta said with an apologetic face.
it?
The different pronunciations reminded Chikel of something.
"You actually cooperated with Doyle?!"
"You forget how it used those rules to keep us out?"
"Have you forgotten how it 'expelled' us from the 'Extreme Day Council'?"
"Have you forgotten why we established the 'Eternal Night Council'?"
"Did you forget that when it chose Rytai, we chose the West Wok royals?"
"We and it are enemies of life and death!"
Chikel's shout was full of puzzlement and doubt.
Gesta looked at Chikel with pity.
"They said that you hurt your brain in the 'Forest of the Fairy', which made you look like this. Then, condensing the 'Howling of the Banshee' made your condition worse. I was originally I don't believe it."
"Now, I believe it."
"Can't you see it by now?"
"I and it are the collaborators."
While speaking, Gesta twisted her silver-white long sword.
The white flames on the long sword suddenly rose.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
With a series of screams, Chikel was burned to ashes.
"Ugh!"
"I don't want to do that either."
Gesta let go after speaking.
The silver-white long sword turned into an arrow and floated in his palm.
"go!"
With a low shout, the silver-white arrow flew across the void.
The middle-aged man who turned around and ran away since Jista shot, but was entangled by the dragon Doyle, was shot through directly.
Like Chikel, white flames burned his body.
"Gista!"
The middle-aged man roared.
However, the facts have not changed.
He is dead after all.
In the entire conference hall, the standing human Gesta and the giant dragon Duil suspended in mid-air.
One person is on the ground, raising his head.
Yilong was in the air, lowering his head.
The two sides looked at each other, and then, almost in unison——
"Kill him (it)!"
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