Chapter 397: Mark of Killing

Abandoned place, in the wasteland.

The figure, wrapped in a black robe, was moving quickly across the wasteland. The blood-red claws fused with his right arm were waving like an afterimage.

brush!

Jorah's eyes were calm, and he smashed three skeletons with his claws. Before more skeletons surrounded him, he jumped into the air nimbly like a wild beast, and used his claws to shoot out blood-red slashes.

Suddenly, the surrounding skeletons were killed one by one, and the soul fire floated out!

"call!"

Landing smoothly on the ground, Jorah let out a breath, his eyes flashed with luster, and a blood-red light appeared on his neck, which was covered by his collar, swallowing up the surrounding soul fire like a vortex.

After killing hundreds of skeletons, Jorah slowly closed his eyes.

Feeling the power gained from the killing, Jorah opened his eyes after a while, and a gleam of light burst out from his eyes.

"It is worthy of being the burial place of the gods."

Jorah raised his head and murmured to himself, "The mark of the God of Slaughter can be fully effective here. The power accumulated through killing can quickly increase my strength."

"Keep this pace, and if nothing else happens, I will be promoted to a second-level wizard soon!"

At this time, there was a fluctuation in the chest.

Jorah escaped from his arms and found a mirror, in which the figure of the devil appeared. As soon as the other party saw Jorah, a strange luster flashed in his eyes.

"Oh! my dear friend!"

The devil in the mirror spoke in an exaggerated tone, exclaiming, "In just a few days, your strength has improved to this level. I'm really surprised!"

"It seems that the divinity in your body has been completely imprinted."

"Without further ado."

Jorah interrupted the devil in the mirror and said in a deep voice, ": I have evolved the divinity of killing into the mark of killing according to the method you said. Then as long as I keep killing, I will be promoted to the second level wizard!"

"The promise you made to me before should be fulfilled now, right?"

The devil's eyes in the mirror rolled, a trace of cunning appeared on his face, and he smiled and said: "Don't worry, my dear friend, according to the deal between us, I will only fulfill my promise if you are truly promoted to a second-level wizard."

"That's not possible now."

Qiao La's face was slightly cold, but he didn't say much. He frowned and said, "If this is the case, why are you coming to me?"

"Oh, don't be like this, friend."

The devil in the mirror spread his palms and chuckled, "Although the real deal between us has not yet begun, as a friend, I am still worried about your safety, so I want to pay attention to your current situation."

Jorah's face was expressionless and his eyes were cold.

He wouldn't believe a word of what the devil in the mirror said. The wizarding world and the abyss world have been fighting for many years. I'm afraid he can't even count how many wizards have been tricked to death by the devil.

Jorah would not be blindly confident in himself just because he was promoted to wizard.

If the Devil in the Mirror hadn't offered him a deal he couldn't refuse, Jorah would never have chosen to cooperate with the other party, let alone betray the academy and become a fallen wizard.

"Well, my friend."

Then, the devil in the mirror spoke again and said softly, ": Since you have transformed your killing divinity into a mark, I will not disturb your killing journey. I wish you will be promoted to a second-level wizard as soon as possible."

"At that time, I will give you the next instructions!"

With that, the devil disappeared into the mirror.

In the deserted wilderness, Jorah stood alone. Skeletons and zombies gradually appeared around him, surrounding him.

"Promoted to the second level wizard."

Jorah's eyes flashed and he whispered, "Wait, Winnie, I will definitely rescue you!"

Camp Gro.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared, and in the sky, a crescent moon slowly rose into the sky, and the blood-like mist dissipated, forming a unique red moon.

"Is it the blood moon period again?"

At the entrance of the camp, Yudula frowned slightly. Next to him, a stooped and blind old man was standing on the spot with a cane.

"Blood moons have appeared more and more frequently recently." Yudula's face was solemn.

The unique blood moon scene in the Lost Continent will appear every five days or so according to normal rules, and each time lasts for about an hour. However, in recent times, for unknown reasons, the blood moon has appeared more frequently.

In just seven days, the blood moon has appeared three times, and each time lasted for more than two hours. Undead creatures attacked the camp crazily, making the barrier unstable.

"The flames of killing are blooming, and the abandoned land is about to usher in chaos!"

The blind old man Puli slowly spoke, a dark luster faintly flashed through his cloudy eyes, and two drops of blood and tears flowed down.

"The flames of killing bloom?"

Yudula's expression changed. He looked at the red blood moon in the sky and said in a deep voice, "You mean, you mean, the blood moon scene that has appeared frequently recently is related to the God of Killing?"

"My Lord's power will eventually return, and the killing mark has appeared!"

The blind old man Puli looked calm and said slowly, "When the time is right, the Temple of Killing will be opened again. When the flame of God is ignited again, my Lord's power will return to the world relying on the Mark of Killing."

Yudula narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughts flickering in his heart.

One of the subordinate gods of the Dark Lord, a sixth-level life form, and the God of Slaughter. In the final battle of ancient times, he was killed by the ancestor of wizards himself. His divine body and divine core were shattered, and his divinity and divine fire were scattered everywhere.

Strictly speaking, in this case, the god of killing has fallen!

But as a sixth-order life form second only to the God King, the God of Slaughter left a backup plan before his death, hiding his own divine fire in the Temple of Slaughter, and the divinity was also dispersed to different places.

Time passed, and years changed.

Today's world is controlled by wizard civilization, and gods have become legendary existences, but the flame of the God of Slaughter is still hidden in the temple. It can only be ignited by divinity, and the God of Slaughter can return to the world.

At this time, the blood moon is already hanging in the sky!

Outside the Gro camp, a large number of undead creatures are gathering here. In the abandoned wasteland, the breath of life is as bright as a lighthouse under the night sky for dark creatures.

"Open the barrier!" Yudula ordered in a deep voice.

On the towers around the camp, four wizards released magic power at the same time, and the silver barrier appeared at the edge of the camp, blocking the footsteps of the undead creatures. Skeletons and zombies fell one after another, almost piling up into a small hill.

At the same time, on the wasteland.

Next to the huge rock, Jora hid in the shadow. As the blood moon descended, the undead creatures in the wasteland fell into madness, and the countless skeletons around almost submerged the area.

But what really alerted Jora was not those low-level skeletons.

In the distance, there was a golden light. The golden skeleton rode on a bone horse, holding a spear and ready to charge, as if ready to charge at the next moment.

"Second-level creature, golden skeleton!"

Jora took a deep breath, and a solemn luster appeared in his eyes. The golden skeleton that appeared in the distance not only had a second-level life level, but the more difficult thing was the faint divine breath on it.

"I can't believe that I met a divine creature in this situation."

Jora smiled bitterly, and the killing mark on his neck was slightly hot. This was one of the means left by the God of Killing before his fall. When the divinity finds a host, the killing mark will gradually form.

Life with the killing mark is also called the son of killing!

Each Son of Slaughter can improve his own strength and life level through killing, but at the same time, when two Sons of Slaughter meet, they must plunder each other's killing divinity as much as possible.

"Fortunately, the divinity on it has not formed a mark yet"

Jorah muttered to himself, with a thoughtful expression on his face. The golden skeleton opposite has reached the level of a second-level life form, but because the divinity in the body is too weak, it has not formed a killing mark.

"In this case, we can only fight once!"

Jorah took a deep breath, his eyes became firm, and he said in a deep voice: "As long as I can kill this golden skeleton and seize its killing divinity, I will have the opportunity to directly advance to the second level."

"Winnie, wait for me"

Gro Camp.

"It's finally over." Looking at the blood moon in the sky gradually returning to normal, Yudura breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was a little ugly.

A large number of skeleton debris were scattered at the edge of the camp.

The silver barrier has been damaged by the attack of the undead creatures. Several wizards are trying to repair it, but due to material reasons, it is difficult to restore the barrier to its original state.

"Damn, are these dark creatures crazy?" Corey's face was gloomy.

When the blood moon came just now, the dark creatures attacked the Gro camp. The situation can be described as crazy. For some reason, there are a lot of skeletons and zombies this time.

Even in the skeleton army, there are three silver skeletons.

They are dark creatures equivalent to first-order life forms, with strong destructive power. The three silver skeletons are all intelligent and work together to attack an area, and finally successfully break the barrier defense.

Fortunately, Yudula took two wizards to act in time to kill the three silver skeletons. Otherwise, once the barrier completely collapsed, it would bring a catastrophe to the Gro camp.

Maybe the wizards can survive, but those indigenous humans will never be able to.

"No, the barrier is too badly damaged and can't be repaired at all." At this time, Cecil shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Unless we have enough materials, we may have a chance to repair the damaged area of ​​the barrier."

"Materials? What do you need?" Yudula asked.

In the Gro camp, the only person who is good at repairing barriers is Cecil the wizard, but if there are not enough materials, he can't repair the barrier.

"Magic ore, witchcraft crystal"

Cecil said several materials in a row, all of which are needed to repair the witch array barrier. If these materials are in the wizard world, they are very common things, but they are very rare in the Lost Continent.

"As for witchcraft crystals, the camp still has some stored."

Yudula pondered for a moment and said, "However, I'm afraid that other materials can only be found in the Ghost City. It seems that we need to go to the Ghost City."

The only city in the abandoned land, the Ghost City!

There are a large number of fallen wizards gathered there. It is the largest human stronghold in this land. It is said that the leader has the level of a second-level wizard. Camps in the wilderness will go there if they want to exchange resources.

"By the way, where is Enzo?"

Suddenly, Corey frowned and said unhappily, "He has been in the camp for a week. Even if he has not completely passed the adaptation period, his strength should have recovered a little. Why didn't we see him take action to deal with the three silver skeletons just now?"

Aside, Cecil also had a blank expression.

At the beginning, Yudula persuaded Enzo to stay in the camp because he valued his strength, but when the camp was attacked just now, he didn't help, which immediately caused dissatisfaction among other wizards.

"I will talk to him later."

Seeing everyone's reaction, Yudula nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "The most important thing now is to repair the camp's barrier. Before that, we must strengthen our defenses!"

"Although the blood moon has just ended, the camp should not be attacked by undead creatures in a short period of time, but in this abandoned land, we need to guard against more than just dark creatures."

After hearing Yudula's words, several wizards around him suddenly became wary.

Although the Abandoned Land is a wasteland, it is very vast in area. There is not only the human stronghold of Grot Camp here, but in addition to Netherlight City, there are also many wizard camps.

Normally, everyone may be in peace with each other, and we can even exchange some resources.

However, now that the barrier of Camp Gro is destroyed, there is no guarantee that other camps will not take advantage of it. You must know that the wizards who live in the Lost Continent are basically degenerates, and they do not have so many moral constraints.

As the blood moon ends, the sky gradually turns dark.

As night fell, Yudula ordered the indigenous people in the camp to strengthen patrols around the area. At the same time, he personally found Enzo, had a conversation, and expressed his hope that Enzo would take responsibility.

"sure, no problem."

Enzo had no objection to this. This was something that had been agreed upon before. Joining the camp already required some effort, not to mention that after a week of training, he had already recovered a lot of his strength.

"Tonight, I will be responsible for guarding the camp." Enzo said.

"In this case, it couldn't be better."

A smile appeared on Yudula's face and he warned, "The boundary of the camp has just been destroyed by dark creatures. If the wizards from the surrounding camps know about it, they are likely to take advantage of it, so please be vigilant, Sir Enzo."

"I understand." Enzo said calmly.

Afterwards, Yudula said nothing more, and Enzo also came to the tower at the entrance of the camp. After handing over to the wizard who was originally responsible for the vigil, he started tonight's vigil.

"Remember, no matter what happens, just pull the alarm bell!"

Before leaving, the person in charge of the tower explained: "After the tower alarm sounds, all wizards in the camp can hear it and provide support at the first moment. Don't leave here."

Enzo nodded slightly to express his understanding.

Immediately afterwards, the wizard in charge of the tower turned and left. Enzo also looked outside the camp, looking at the destroyed barrier. He slowly closed his eyes, and shadows appeared around him and turned into crows.