The Rise of the Cemetery

Chapter 0249 who laughs last

After waiting for a whole night, Li Xun was impatient.

Li Xun couldn't help being careless about the matter involving Xi Lisi's own brother. In order to appease Siris's urgent state of mind, Li Xun shared his complete consciousness with her. Therefore, the two watched the whole process of tonight from a distance of nearly a thousand miles.

Seeing her brother who was struggling in pain and heartbroken, Xi Lisi couldn't help but burst into tears, but she could only bear it. In order not to interfere with the rhythm of her sweetheart's actions, she could only watch hard, not even daring to reveal any fluctuations in her consciousness. The only thing she can do is to deeply engrave the appearance of the two people present in her mind, heart, and soul, and only wait for the opportunity to return ten times or a hundred times the pain to them.

It was so easy to wait until the most critical moment, when Master Luke stretched out his finger to complete the final master-servant contract, Li Xun did it.

First, there was a deafening roar from the bottom of the Altar of Pain, and then the silent shock wave spread out from below visible to the naked eye. Wherever it passed, the floor exploded, the surface of the wall came loose, and all the lines of magic runes carved on it were completely destroyed, and the home field advantage created by the archmage was wiped out.

Just when the two mages were inexplicably horrified, a small area deep in the soul of Hansen, who was kneeling beside him in a daze, suddenly burned violently, and a spell flowed silently into his soul. And the piece of burning soul quickly filled the needs of this spell with its own violent spontaneous combustion as nutrients. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the two mages to check the surrounding situation, this spell quickly acted on the soul of Barlow .

"Master of Domination".

Heroes of Might and Magic's Tier 5 dark spell, which enables the hero to temporarily control the actions of an enemy's troops. Has no effect on undead, elementals and weapons of war.

Originally, this spell could control the Balrog for a few minutes at most, but now, with the early foreshadowing of the two great mages, most of the rituals of the master-servant contract have been completed, which has turned the temporary control into an eternal contract. Moreover, Li Xun urged Hansen's soul to complete the contract unconsciously by burning his own soul fragments, which was tacitly regarded by the power of the rules of the main plane as the permanent master-servant signed by Hansen and Barlow. contract.

Everything happened in an instant. When the two mages realized that something was wrong with the demon, they lost the shackles of the mage's tower circle and lost the most precious freedom. Breaking from the confinement of the rune chain, he forced the two mages away with a long flame whip, and plunged back into the bloody light gate.

"No..." Luke let out a heart-piercing wail as he looked at the many blood-stained demon scales scratched from the blood-colored light door.

After paying so much and spending so much energy, the cooked duck can fly, how could he not be heartbroken. At this moment, his heart went away with the devil.

The archmage had a gloomy face, always feeling that there seemed to be many changes that he didn't know about at that moment just now. But before he could take a closer look, there were noisy footsteps in the passage leading to the outside of the hall, accompanied by a lot of shouts and the light of the torches dancing.

somebody is coming.

For a while, Archmage Culinax was a little overwhelmed.

The original script was not arranged in this way, it should be after finishing everything by myself, forging the scene, and then personally leading a group of people to "catch the adulterer". But now there are dead bodies everywhere in the arena, and the walls are down and the ground is sinking. If someone sees that he is the only living person with abilities, then the sewage of this blood sacrifice will naturally be held on his head. Even if I want to accuse His Majesty Hansen of seducing the devil, I still need a devil to cooperate with me!

Seeing the light of the torches getting closer and closer, and seeing Hansen, who was about to regain consciousness with his head moving slightly, the archmage made a decisive decision and immediately pulled Luke Kestron, who looked like a walking dead, back to the mage tower. Hmph, let this puppet king act as a scapegoat and become the evil person accused by thousands of people!

Just as the Archmage disappeared into the hall, His Majesty Hansen opened his closed eyes, and a purple flame was burning faintly in the depths of his pupils. He tilted his ears as if he was listening to something, nodded repeatedly, stood up, looked at the mess in the hall, and felt dejected. With a wave of his hand, a surging flame of the abyss winds out in a ring around him, enveloping everything in the hall. In the distorted and changing flames soaring into the sky, his figure disappeared in the same place.

"Firestorm" and "Precise Teleportation".

The two signature innate spell-like abilities of Balor Balrog.

...

In that small campsite thousands of miles away.

Li Xun and Xi Lisi woke up from the teleportation one after another.

Just as Li Xun opened his eyes, a gust of fragrant wind had rushed into his arms, and Xi Lisi narrated her excited mood to him with her unique enthusiasm.

Wow, I was counterattacked!

After a moment of obsession, Li Xun immediately completed a big counterattack. With a tiger hug, he hugged Xi Lisi's front face tightly to his chest, silently sensing her turbulent mood.

Today's Siris was very enthusiastic, and not only did she not feel overwhelmed with embarrassment, but she was very cooperative with her lover's caress, and gave a gentle response.

Around the campfire, in beautiful moments when the night wind blows, two young men and women give their passion to each other.

...

The former grand duke's mansion in Eliot City is now in the royal palace.

His Majesty Hansen had just calmed down the terrified palace guards and temporarily suppressed the matter. However, the news that a high-level undead suddenly broke into and killed a hundred innocent refugees and burned a secret room of treasures spread like wildfire, and soon spread throughout the city.

At this moment, His Majesty Hansen had no time to care about these so-called "rumors", and locked himself firmly in the bedroom in the name of being frightened.

Standing behind the curtain of the floor-to-ceiling windows, peeking out at the unfamiliar guards who came and went outside with frightened faces, a mocking sneer appeared on His Majesty Hansen's gloomy face. Turning around and coming to a dressing mirror by the window, Hansen raised his right arm, and the long sleeves of the soft silk pajamas slowly slid down, revealing a strong and powerful arm muscle with well-defined lines. With a metallic dark color, there seems to be infinite power that can be aroused in every gesture.

Rubbing the two fingers lightly, a purple abyssal flame burned steadily and intensely at the fingertips. Hansen put one hand on the purple fire and smoked it for a while, but he just felt warm, not hot yet. Shaking lightly, pointing with the tip of the hand, the purple fire suddenly appeared on a gorgeous seat made of hard solid wood, and exploded into a dazzling torch almost instantly. After three fingers, the purple fire extinguished, leaving only a fine black powder on the spot, and the soft carpet laid out under the seat could not see the slightest scorching trace of being burned by the flame.

At this time yesterday, standing in front of the mirror, I was still a pale, thin and flimsy embroidered pillow, but now I have the most fit and majestic body, explosive physical strength, and powerful spell-like abilities.

All of these have now become the power that I truly possess and flexibly control, and it is the power that truly belongs to me. As his demon servant, Barlow Balrog Kurtaz had no choice but to suppress his irritable temperament and shared power with Hansen, from physical strength to Balrog's innate spells. Because if he is not willing to share this part of the power, he can only cross the border to help this weak human shrimp slaughter the enemy, and even serve tea and water.

Of course, this kind of thorough sharing also has a price, that is, the inevitable demonization. The more Hansen uses this power derived from the devil, the more this process will be accelerated, and he will develop into an inexhaustible demon in history, or called a demon.

But these are not flaws at all in Hansen's view. For him, as long as it can bring strength, he can accept it. Although these powers belonged to him just now, they have already made him deeply obsessed with them, and he is used to living a weak puppet life. Now that he finally has the individual strength to turn the situation around, it makes him hate the weak ones even more. I can't wait to kill the enemy in front of my eyes.

Hansen closed his red pupils, followed the instructions of Siris who suddenly appeared in his mind two hours ago, calmed down, and slowly suppressed this violent and restless mood into the bottom of his heart. This is the voice of his younger sister, and it is also the turning point that his younger sister brought to him. He is a good sister that he can trust in everything.

The chaos and irritability inherent in the devil's nature can't suppress his clarity as a human being. As long as he follows his sister's instructions and effectively grasps this power, and cooperates with the hidden ambushes left by his sister, he still has as of.

His Majesty Hansen gently opened the wooden window, leaving a small gap, and silently issued an order in his mind. After almost 10 fingers, there was a faint sound of flapping wings, and a big black bat crawled into the wooden window. window.

The bat crawled in nimbly, looked around the room, and then jumped onto the floor. As a puff of smoke rose, a gorgeous noble man in a black dress with white lining appeared on the spot.

"Dear master, the vampire Zal is waiting for your orders!"

His Majesty Hansen took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and circled around the vampire a few times. Apart from his pale complexion, it was difficult to detect the identity of the vampire at such a close distance.

Undead?

Why does my sister have the power to control the undead?

But my sister seems to have said that this is a cemetery clan, not an undead clan, but is there a difference?

Hansen, who is not good at magic, quickly put aside his random thoughts. Will my sister hurt herself? Never will. Then there is nothing to doubt, as long as I obey my sister's instructions, with the help of this power, I might be able to revive the glory of the Bramela family.