Chapter 2241: Not so Good News

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As long as it wasn't for the king-level expert to act in person, there would never be an accident in Donghuang.

So there is no need to say extra words, just say goodbye well.

It's all a matter of familiarity, and there's nothing to be sad about.

It's not that he won't come back, so why bother.

So after Qi Le, Yue Xier, and Yue Shuangxue had supper together, they returned to their bedroom.

Then the barrier door was opened.

"This is the third time. I don't know if this time, it will appear in a world that believes in what gods."

Qi Le didn't hesitate, just sighed and walked into the gate of the barrier.

...

Somewhere on the outskirts of the monster forest.

Here, there is a small manor with a two-story log cabin.

The log cabin is in the style of a stilted building, with a yard in the front and a vegetable garden in the back.

However, what should have been an elegant scene was destroyed by the skeleton soldiers surrounding the manor.

These old weapons, wearing tattered armor, with a knife in their hands, will definitely be infected with tetanus, and the skeleton soldiers burning with ghostly fire in their eye sockets make this place look particularly eerie and terrifying.

In the courtyard of the manor, a middle-aged man with a long sword was half-kneeling on the ground.

The long sword was stuck on the ground, supporting the middle-aged man's body, but it couldn't stop the blood that kept flowing out of his chest.

And what was even more terrifying was that the blood flowing from the middle-aged man turned out to be a frightening black color.

It is obviously the color that appears only after being poisoned.

"Snapped--!"

Opposite the middle-aged man, a man in a robe whose face was completely covered by the shadow of the hood kicked away the mask that fell to the middle-aged man's feet. The mask was split in half.

"The legendary Dragon Slayer Sword Saint would actually live in seclusion in such a place, I really didn't expect it."

The man in the robe said sullenly.

However, there was no unexpected emotion in the tone, as if it was aimed at this middle-aged man.

"Damn Palace of the Undead, you are still as despicable as ever! Shameless!"

"What kind of hero is a poisonous man?"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and made a low voice from his throat.

With the poison in his body, no matter how strong he was in the past, he was just a lamb to be slaughtered at this moment.

However, even when death was approaching, the middle-aged man did not choose to give in, but relied on the support of the long sword, gritted his teeth, and stood up from the ground regardless of his physical condition.

"It's just winning the king and losing the bandit."

"Dragon Slaying Sword Saint, we have always acted like this in the Hall of the Undead, why should we compare us with you who are upright and upright."

The man in the robe smiled carelessly, and there was a trace of killing intent in the eyes of the middle-aged man.

Although the middle-aged man in front of him has been completely eroded by the death toxin unique to the Hall of the Undead, all over the body, it is impossible to survive.

However, nothing is absolute, it is better to deal with it on the spot.

So with the thought of the man in the robe, the skeleton soldiers surrounding him immediately came up.

Don't look at the slow movement of the skeleton soldiers, and their combat effectiveness is not strong.

But when it comes to fighting, the infinite number alone is enough to give people a headache.

"kill!"

The robed man gestured with his fingers on his neck.

The result is naturally not unexpected. Facing so many skeleton soldiers, the middle-aged man has no hope at all.

This kind of thing, the blood-blood anti-kill, generally only exists in the imagination.

What kind of fighting power is left for a person who is on the verge of death by poisoning?

"Another one has been dealt with, these pagans who resisted the Temple of the Undead should all be damned."

The man in the robe snorted coldly and was about to leave.

But at this time, a mutation suddenly occurred.

"what--!"

"You goddamn Erbi system, can't you just put me on the ground!? Have to appear in the sky?!"

With a roar of scolding, a figure descended from the sky and smashed to the ground.

The location is just outside the manor.

"Boom—!"

The man in the robe was shocked and froze in place, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"What's the situation? Why did someone suddenly fall from the sky? Is he dead?"

"Cough cough cough..."

A choked cough came from the smoke.

The figure falling from the sky is naturally Qi Le who came to this world through the gate of the barrier.

Opening the gate of the barrier in the sky is a systematic traditional art, and it has long been expected by Qi Le.

It's just that what should be scolded is still scolded.

"Alive?"

A stunned light flashed in the eyes of the man in the robe.

Falling from such a high place, he is not dead yet. How terrifying the physical strength of this guy is!

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Thinking of this, the robed man suddenly became vigilant.

The surrounding skeleton soldiers also surrounded

He came over, raised the weapon in his hand, and just waited for an order.

"Cough, cough... I want to ask you, who are you?"

As Qi Le spoke, he fanned his hand in front of him, trying to fan the smoke away.

Although with Qi Le's current physical strength, even if he fell from the sky, nothing would happen.

But who would want to play like that?

"Who am I?"

The robed man frowned and said coldly, "You don't even know about the Hall of the Undead?"

"Why do I need to know about the Hall of the Undead, when I hear the name, it doesn't feel like a good thing."

Qi Le replied with some doubts.

Could it be that the biggest force in this world is the Hall of the Undead?

Which god does this world believe in, the god of the dead?

To be honest, after seeing the skeleton soldiers surrounding him, Qi Le thought of a rank - Necromancer.

If this class is to be counted, it can actually be classified into magicians, and then subdivided into summoners.

However, because of the evil attributes of the necromancer, neither the magician nor the summoner is willing to admit the identity of the necromancer, but instead they classify the necromancer into a separate category.

This is very interesting.

So Qi Le feels a little confused now.

System: "Host, this system has bad news to tell you."

"Is it bad news when I come?"

Qi Le frowned, feeling that today might not be an auspicious day.

But it has come, so what can I do?

Whispering...

"Go ahead, I'll listen."

Qi Le could only choose to suffer silently.

System: "There is more than one power of faith in this world. This system suspects that this may be caused by a conflict between the gods who collect the power of faith."

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