Chapter 358 The World After Death

Old White touched his neck.

I'm alive?

Really lucky!

He subconsciously wanted to pick up the double-edged battle ax that he kept with him day and night, but he was surprised to find that his hand seemed to be disembodied and passed through the ax handle.

"Aren't you always curious about what the world is like after death?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"Who is talking? Is it Ms. Flynn?"

Old White remembered that Fringilla had sent a message to their group before.

"It's me, Prajna."

"Ms. Prajna, do you mean that I am dead?"

Old White subconsciously touched his neck again and found that it was still intact. Just thinking about it, he had been slapped by a centurion-level man from the opposite side before, so it was impossible for him not to be injured at all.

His talent is average, and he has lived for most of his life. Only a few years ago, due to his rich experience, he was reluctantly promoted to a corner head by Lord Leon. There is no way he would have this ability.

Looking around, the world has become foggy, and everything and everyone seems to be covered with a green shimmer, making it difficult to see the rest of the colors.

The fierce shouting to kill showed that it was very close to him, but when it reached his ears, it seemed as far away as a world away.

It turns out that this is the world after death.

"It's a shame, but it's true."

After Old White understood his situation, he did not appear too panicked or in disbelief. He asked calmly: "Miss Prajna, can you still be distracted and talk to me during the battle?"

"Yes, actually, I'm not just talking to you."

Old White tentatively asked, "Do you need our help with something?"

"That's right. Are you willing to fight your enemies again?"

Old White was slightly startled: "Can I?"

"Give me your soul power, and I can enhance my power. The price is that your souls will disappear into thin air instead of going to hell to be reincarnated."

"certainly!"

"I mean, of course no problem!"

Old White said with a face full of joy: "I never thought that my old bones would be able to help my clan again. What's more, people like us, even if we go to hell, we will definitely be thrown into the hell and tortured. On those days, it is better to just return to dust and dust to dust."

He said with emotion: "It is a great honor for me to be able to fight these puppies again after death. I am really grateful, Ms. Prajna."

"You're welcome."

Old White smiled heartily: "The last thing I have to tell you is, Miss Prajna, your voice is really nice."

Prajna was silent for a moment and replied: "Everyone said so."

"If you are really a seducer, this must be the greatest kindness from hell to the world."

"You're good at talking, but I'm not."

"Pity."

He looked back and found that countless glimmers of souls were already flying towards the black shield that looked like a gate to hell. Some of them were very familiar. They were clansmen who had been with each other day and night. There were also many unfamiliar faces. Since Basilicata was reorganized into Wolf In the ethnic federation, there are many people who don't even recognize his senior qualifications.

"Wait for me, you impatient descendants, even if you want to show off in front of ladies, you must not forget the family tradition of respecting the elderly and caring for the young."

He looked at it carefully for a long time, looking at the young faces, feeling a little happy and a little sad.

It turns out that even though Basilicata is gone, everyone still loves this family.

It's a pity for these young people, who have gone through so many hardships and should have a new and splendid life in Texas.

He opened his hands without hesitation, letting the invisible force pull him, turning them into green light and throwing them into the dark ghost-faced shield.

The wind howled.

A storm composed of hundreds of powerful souls was raging overwhelmingly in the underworld, which was isolated from the Yang world.

The ghost-faced shield had a sad face. For it, it was really a scene of pain and joy. The powerful souls it had harvested in a short period of time, even if all the souls it had accumulated before were added up, it was not half as good as the one in front of it.

But just after buying it, you have to spend money. You can only taste it in your mouth but cannot swallow it, which makes it feel like a pain that pierces your heart and lungs.

Not only is Fringilla hiding a trump card, but so is Prajna.

…

Looking at the scene in front of her, Lothar felt a sense of absurdity about her girlfriend turning into a beast. Isn't it only Fringilla's tyrant transformation that can be so scary?

In fact, if you think about it, a strong person in the real world cannot be bound to the framework of several skills given by the system. How can their abilities be summarized in a few lines of text?

The system's audio prompt sounds like an alarm:

Your subordinate has consumed enough soul reserves and temporarily entered a strange state - [Evil Ghost Prajna].

Different styles: that is, the display of strength of the same retinue at different stages.

You can spend a blank six-star template to save it forever, or you can wait until the time is right and let your followers explore on their own to master the ability of the special template.

Warning: The personality of the strange followers may change drastically, so please treat it with caution.

"It's actually a strange thing. Prajna is really hidden deep."

Lothar didn't take any more action, only to see that Prajna's bones-like fingers in the field had penetrated the bodies of the two centurions one after another. The remaining people tried to suppress her together, but even if her fingers were cut off, they would still be destroyed very quickly. grow out.

The pitch-black barrier enveloped the entire tower. The vision before the eyes of the wolf centurions changed, as if they were in boundless purgatory. The ground was covered with mud made of flesh and blood, and shriveled withered hands emerged from the flesh. , like the white flowers growing in this red desert.

The thick smell of death makes people breathless.

The heavily armored Iron Guard, which is famous for its resilience and defense, would be a complete all-round hexagonal warrior if it really made up for the last shortcoming of insufficient attack power.

Lothar couldn't see what was going on in the shady scene. The enemies were all trapped in it. He couldn't intervene even if he wanted to. He wanted to support elsewhere, but he was worried that Prajna couldn't deal with these people and he would be needed to finish the attack later.

Simply, I can only think about how to make Prajna master the abnormal state independently.

As for the system's mention of using a six-star template to save this state?

Forget it.

The so-called blank template, Lothar thinks, is even rarer than the six-star retinue. Recently, his draws have been small props for three melons and two dates, even 300 gold coin vouchers, or upgrade coupons that increase the non-elite level by 1. The useless rewards were all out, not even a one-star blank template appeared.

Really lackluster.

If Jeanne hadn't reminded him frequently to see if there were any new pretty girls, he might have forgotten about his regular weekly lottery.

snap——

The black barrier was like a wriggling stomach, spitting out a mass of bloody flesh.

Lothar could tell from his breath that it was the centurion who had just thrown the spear at him. Thinking about it, even among the centurions, they belonged to the elite class. Unexpectedly, in the barrier of Prajna, he didn't even last ten years. Second.

But this centurion is worthy of his tenacious vitality. Even in this state, his flesh and blood are still squirming, trying to replenish his body.

Lothar opened his mouth and spit out a low-power dragon's breath. The meat ball seemed to make a sharp scream and twitched until the surface turned into black coke, and then gradually stopped moving.

"Gentlemen, what should we do now?"

The Texas Centurion hesitated for a moment, then asked.

There was a fierce battle on all the city walls, and he felt that instead of watching the battle here, it would be better for people like him to rush to support other battlefields.

Lothar thought for a moment and then said: "Stick to your position. Chief Giuliano must have a reserve team. If any section of the city wall cannot hold it, he will definitely send support. This is not a problem you should consider."

"Okay, okay."

The crowd fell into silent waiting.

After a while, a new enemy climbed up from the city wall.

These are obviously the enemy's reserves.

But as soon as they reached the top of the city, they felt that their vision changed. It was as if they were in purgatory. They were stepping in a mud of flesh and blood. Withered hands stretched out from the ground and grabbed their ankles.

The ghost with a spiral horn and waterfall-like green hair swept towards them with its sword-like claws.

"Be careful, this monster is very powerful!"

A centurion who had been locked inside for a long time covered his bloody wound and shouted with fear on his face.