Chapter 370 How to Deal with Angels

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Between the death canopy.

A towering shadow suddenly took shape. It was a slender figure covered in a black cloak.

His face had a sharp beak similar to that of a crow, and his eyes were sometimes dark green and sometimes scarlet.

His upper body was above the gray-black clouds, and he walked slowly within the range of the death canopy from time to time.

His eyes were extremely cold, giving people a kind of domineering temperament.

"Is this the projection of the god of death?"

Matthew tried to communicate with the projection, but he could not get any feedback.

He soon realized.

This projection had only a very rare spirituality. He could not represent the consciousness of the god of death. It was probably just that the undead disaster triggered certain laws in the death field, which in turn triggered the resonance of the will of the god of death.

This projection was similar to an anomaly. It could only provide limited effects, but it was excellent in terms of deterrence.

Matthew glanced at the data column.

The arrival of the projection of the god of death increased the probability of instant death for the death canopy by about one percent.

At the same time

It also greatly increased the frequency of instant death judgments.

Before, the creatures in the Death Sky Curtain had to accept an instant death judgment every half a minute.

Once the exemption failed, they might be deprived of life and then transformed into undead.

And now.

This frequency has been increased to once every twenty seconds and three times a minute.

This is actually a very terrifying increase.

The accumulation of instant death judgments can easily lead to qualitative changes.

Matthew judged.

With the current strength of the Death Sky Curtain, even strong warriors can hardly withstand it!

In comparison.

The Dragon Lord Cossack is indeed worthy of the name of elite legend.

This guy's combat power is actually very strong.

If it were any other necromancer, he would have been smashed by him long ago.

You know, the other party was fighting Matthew under the Death Sky Curtain.

And at the last moment.

He even withstood the Death Sky Curse + Life-Taking Curse + Moonfire + Pale Hand + Touch of Death for more than twenty seconds!

If it weren't for Orsay's sword full of negative energy piercing his heart.

Cossack might be able to hold out for a while longer!

This is enough to show how strong his physique is!

In fact.

Matthew also knew that it was Orsay's sword that broke the last straw in Cossack's heart.

It is difficult to ensure that people's rationality is clear in times of crisis.

Not to mention that Cossack was blessed with the angel's hymn at the time and was in a more reckless state.

The moment he saw the tip of the sword was probably not the moment when Cossack was most desperate.

What really destroyed his belief in survival.

Or Orsay's indifferent face.

The death and rebellion of acquaintances often create greater fear.

When the accumulated fear exceeds the critical point that can be tolerated.

Faith will collapse.

And faith.

Is the most important weapon against the necromancer!

"Only the spark of hope and the inextinguishable blood are the only way to fight death..."

Matthew stood there quietly.

The death of Cossack touched his heart.

He knew it without looking at the data column.

He had already grasped a trace of the elements of death, and as long as he followed the clues, he would have the opportunity to enter this field!

Unfortunately, that feeling was fleeting.

Soon.

A huge noise came to my ears.

With the sneak attack of the bone dragon army and the full pressure of the undead, the temporary front of the southern market completely collapsed.

The star dragons who had some fighting spirit completely lost the idea of ​​resistance in the face of the death of the Cossack and the arrival of the projection of the god of death.

Everyone fled to the north like crazy.

Even before the undead army launched an attack.

There was a large-scale trampling and collision at the entrance of the market-

The dragons sent by Rose had just recruited some soldiers from the north to reinforce.

As a result, before entering the market, they collided with a large number of deserters rushing out of the entrance.

When fear began to erupt.

No one could tell what happened inside.

Everyone could only see the chaos and despair in front of them.

They seemed to be swept away by the black torrent and pushed to the unknown distance involuntarily.

They opened their mouths wide to shout, but found it difficult to even breathe.

In the dim sky and earth, the starlight was completely blocked.

Only the thick black and white colors rendered everything on the earth.

Tyrannosaurus Town seemed to be performing a noisy pantomime.

Everyone was fleeing.

They were like a panicked herd of beasts, finding a direction, trying their best, and then losing their will in confusion.

Then.

They calmed down.

Or.

They gained eternal peace.

Matthew stood on the death sky and overlooked the entire Tyrannosaurus Town.

The undead disaster had washed away one-third of the town like a torrent.

The rest was just a matter of time.

He closed his eyes patiently.

Three hours later.

…

"Hint: You destroyed Tyrannosaurus Town!

You killed 24,789 astral creatures!

The number of undead controlled by your undead disaster reached 11,473!

The remaining corpses are still slowly transforming...

Because you created the undead disaster and destroyed a town, your legend degree +3 (Sampan Plane/Astral Realm)

The astral beings who escaped from Tyrannosaurus Town are spreading word of mouth about the heinous crimes you committed.

soon.

The sampan plane and even the entire star realm will know your actions!

You've earned the new title "Mean Matthew"!

Despicable Matthew: This is a high compliment from the beings in the astral plane. When you walk in the astral plane, you will gain more respect.

In the future, you will gain a group of loyal fans in the star realm, and they will become your potential followers!

…

You completed the side quest "The Resentment of the Aboriginals!" and you obtained the legendary spell "Pot of Miracles"!

You cast Miracle Pot, and you get a mediocre rusty kettle!

(Note: After one year, you will have the opportunity to cast this spell again)

Do you want to turn it on? "

…

due to its exceptional flexibility.

Matthew didn't activate the kettle right away.

Instead, he hung the kettle on his waist.

"Why do I feel like there are more and more things hanging on my body..."

He touched the smooth surface of the pot, and then touched the shovel, sickle and bamboo sticks behind his back one by one.

I always feel like my hands are not enough.

The battle in Tyrannosaurus Town has come to an end.

Matthew returns to the surface to take stock.

He came to the body of the Cossack. At this time, the Dragon Lord had completely transformed into Matthew's slave.

The new "Undead Cossack" who joins the team is a legendary dragon warrior with 21 professional levels.

The undead natural disaster gave him greater resilience and vitality.

Matching his original talent and physique.

This makes the Undead Cossacks much harder to defeat.

However, due to the loss of the blessing of the domain and the support of the Blood of Glory, the Cossacks' combat effectiveness was still greatly reduced.

In terms of combat effectiveness.

Matthew estimated that he could only suppress Peggy in her normal state. No matter whether the latter turned on the Valkyrie form or the War Angel form, she could easily defeat the Cossack.

But I got a new legendary unit.

Matthew was still very satisfied.

Next to the Cossacks and Orsay were tied the two priests with dull eyes.

Matthew took a look at the exquisite curves of their bodies and the way the ropes were bound.

Then I knew it must be A Bing who did it.

These two angels probably lost their will to fight and were captured by A Bing.

Since Matthew did not give clear instructions on what to do with the angels, A Bing tied them up with other prisoners and waited for the Death Canopy to take effect.

Unfortunately.

Due to the special nature of angels, the other captives have become immortal, but they still maintain their aloof and holy posture.

This caught Matthew's attention.

He leaned over.

"Despicable Necromancer!"

The purple-robed angel cursed angrily.

Matthew looked at each other calmly:

"Despicableness is a required course for necromancers."

The purple-robed angel sneered:

"So you're still proud of this?"

Matthew patiently said one more sentence:

"When you were killing humans in the star realm, did you ever think about glory?"

The purple-robed angel said disdainfully:

"It would be our honor to kill you inferior species!"

"We are different from you. Our custom is..."

Snapped!

A long whip suddenly appeared in Matthew's hand, and then he whipped the purple-robed angel mercilessly!

"ah!"

"Usul's scolding" hit her chest, her robe immediately shattered, and a scar appeared on her body.

Although not used in the cemetery, the effect of Deathfire cannot be triggered.

But this whip is particularly direct in harming spiritual bodies.

The severe pain made the purple-robed angel groan.

But she still yelled at Matthew.

Matthew was also very polite, whipping her every time she cursed.

soon.

She became dying.

"Do you have this much strength?"

The purple-robed angel is still provoking:

"Try harder?"

"I heard that necromancers are not good at that. It turned out to be the case when I saw it today, hehehe..."

Matthew suddenly stopped moving, and then smiled softly:

"You don't think I would be stupid enough to accidentally kill you, do you?"

A trace of panic flashed in the purple-robed angel's eyes.

"If I kill you, you will be resurrected in the kingdom of Baruch, the five-color dragon god."

"And if you stay alive, you will never have a chance to escape, am I right?"

Matthew's face showed a devilish smile:

"I know that angels cannot be directly transformed into undead."

"But I have also heard of some secret methods that can implant the seeds of the undead in your bodies, causing them to take root and sprout, and then one day replace them..."

"The undead cultivated through this method are often called Nightmare Eaters. They are undead creatures that are keen on devouring spirits. They are better at magic than banshees. Do you want to try being transformed into Nightmare Eaters? Feel?"

The face of the purple-robed angel was full of fear.

Matthew turned to look at Rose, who could barely remain calm:

"But there's another way to deal with Angels in the league."

"That is to put it into a huge crucible and cook it. Sprinkle a lot of sea salt in the pot. It is said that sea salt is the nemesis of angels——

Because angels are astral beings.

The high concentration of sea salt can cause the astral body to quickly separate into astral dust.

This thing is very valuable in the league!

I've only seen this statement in books before, but I don't know how it works in practice? "

As soon as this statement came out.

Both angels began to tremble.

The reason why they can regard death as home is because they are sure that they will be resurrected in Baruch's kingdom of God.

But now...

"Two ways to die, one way to live, I only give you one minute to choose."

Matthew looked at the two women calmly:

"Also, I would like to remind you that there is only one way to survive!"

Almost instantly.

The rose in red robe screamed:

"I choose to live!"

The purple-robed angel next to her had a look of astonishment on her face.

Immediately her expression became extremely distorted.

"No, no, bitch, you..."

Before she could finish her words, she was carried away by two zombies called by Matthew, one on the left and one on the right.

"Find a bigger pot and put it in."

He also asked Death Knight Forty-Seven to handle this matter.

Forty-seven made a relaxed gesture and left quickly.

The four-winged angel Rose was the only one left beside Matthew.

"you……"

"What do you want to know?"

Rose asked with a trembling voice.

"This is not the place to talk. Come with me."

Matthew pulled her up from the ground and pulled her into a small room next to her.

…

City of Night Angels.

In a certain magnificent building.

The logo of the Scourge Order hangs majestically on the tower at the top of the building.

In an empty hall in the building.

A blond man was slowly and quietly wiping the stained glass windows.

His voice is full of magnetism, giving people a gentle and peaceful feeling:

"You're in big trouble, Lance."

"The Lord is unhappy with you."

The legendary warlock was sitting on a bench not far away.

He put his head in his hands and crossed his legs with a nonchalant expression:

"Why do I think he would be very satisfied?"

"This is our opportunity - those dragon people with severe body odor have lost their power. It is a good opportunity for us to expand our power in the sampan plane."

The blond man asked in a steady voice:

"Do you think your subordinates are better at fighting the Death Sky than the dragons?"

Lance shrugged:

"This is the star realm. There are countless ways to get him out."

"The simplest thing is to use the banishment technique, right?"

The blond man smiled:

"Such a good opportunity?"

"You only want to be exiled? That's not your style, Lance."

Lance chuckled:

"Isn't it okay to be banished?"

"It's civilized and natural, and it can still achieve its goal. Do we have to kill him?"

"Speaking of which, I actually quite like that Matthew."

The blond man asked:

"Why?"

Lance said casually:

"He's pretty enough."

The blond man fell silent for a moment.

Instead, Lance looked at the other party with provocative eyes:

"It seems you are unwilling to let him go!"

"Do you really hate him that much?"

"This young and handsome guy hasn't done much... Oh, I remember, you have a subordinate who you feel sorry for that was poached by him, right?"

"What are their names, Lailai and Lala?"

The blond man said calmly:

"After Laila betrayed us, the first person to seek refuge was Galan."

Lance sneered:

"It's not impossible for you to masturbate like this, but everyone knows that Gai Lan is just that kid's tool. Not long after your Laila became a shadow believer, she kicked Gai Lan and found a new one. Overseas lord."

"How come that boy is so lucky at such a young age? He has become the leader of an outsider, and no one else is outside..."

The blond man did not answer, but suddenly said:

"Release the beast."

"You lead him to the star realm, and I will send people to kill him."

Lance narrowed his eyes:

"Send someone, who?"

"Could it be Sen'er's little apprentice? That kid isn't even a legend!"

The blond man was still cleaning the glass by himself:

"Strength is not the most important thing when it comes to killing people."

"Isn't Matthew not a legend yet?"

"If he can kill Matthew, he'll be the new legend."

Lance shrugged:

"I don't care anyway, even though he came for me."

The blond man nodded with satisfaction:

"How about the Five-Colored Dragon God?"

A trace of ridicule appeared on Lance's face:

"Return the Five-Colored Dragon God... Even Baruch's closest mistress stole his artifact and ran away. Now everyone in the star world knows that the so-called Five-Colored Dragon God is a sick horse that is about to collapse. Even the ants passing by I want to come over and take a bite!”

"He came to me, mainly to ask about what happened in Windward Valley."

The blond man asked:

"How did you answer?"

Lance yawned:

"I told him to eat shit."

…

Green jade green courtyard, facing the wind valley.

Terrani was leading her personal guards around to maintain order. The current situation made her very anxious. The mages brought by Matthew did not use any gentle methods when searching for the whereabouts of the warlock.

Most of them are tough.

The ensuing conflict is the accusations from compatriots and the laziness of the Wind Chasers.

Terrani's prestige is not low.

But she couldn't say anything in the face of this situation.

She could only do her best.

Try to maintain order here.

Fortunately, after the initial conflict broke out, under the deterrence of the golem army, the two sides officially entered a period of relaxation.

The mages were asking about Lance one by one.

The situation calmed down temporarily.

But even so.

Tyrani felt like a thorn in her back from time to time.

She knew how her compatriots scolded her.

As a rebellious elf.

She didn't really care about her reputation.

It was just that the feeling of being misunderstood was really uncomfortable.

She could only keep persuading herself that there was a long time to come, and time would explain everything.

At this time.

A wind chaser suddenly ran over.

"My lord, there was a theft in the art gallery!"

The young wind chaser reported loudly.

Tyrani frowned.

At this time, who would care about the theft?

She rolled her eyes and her face darkened:

"Did the Willow Agency ask you to report?"

She thought it was the remnants of the Elders who wanted to play a trick of diverting attention.

But that was not the case.

Wind Chaser replied:

"No, Miss Beanna asked me to come and inform you."

"She happened to be helping in the gallery when the incident happened. The stolen painting is said to be very valuable, so she asked me to come and inform you quickly."

"Miss Beanna also said that she seemed to see the person who stole the painting, who looked like a wanted criminal of the Jade Court."

Talani's eyes were even more confused:

"Which painting was stolen?"

Wind Chaser immediately replied:

"It is a relic left over from the Troll Empire era."

"The name seems to be "Patricide". "

...

I was going to take a leave today, but everyone voted for so many monthly tickets, so I wrote a little after I got home in the evening. Please forgive me for the small number of words. Considering everyone's reading experience, I will try to finish this long plot before taking a good rest! Thank you all for your blessings and support.