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  A tornado swept through the Donau Great Plains again.

  Considering the strength of a large military organization like "Dragon Whirlwind Mercenary Group", it's really unacceptable to see them fleeing in such a sorry state. After all, they still have 5,000 men and possess very strong combat power.

  Although the two Taegeuk people are powerful and invincible, relying on the effective experience of various countries in the Aegean continent to deal with Moke this year, even if they don't have the power to defeat them, taking advantage of Moke's slow movement, as long as there is an organized retreat and avoidance, slowly dragging out Moke's summoning time, the Dragon Whirlwind Mercenary Corps also has a chance to fight back.

  Captain Gatoso indeed had such an intention. On the vast wasteland, there was a lot of room for maneuvering. It was entirely possible to easily avoid these two terrible golden puppets - Captain Gatoso's mind no longer had the concept of winning now. He only thought about being able to safely withdraw from here.

  He overestimated the morale of his mercenary troops - mercenaries were always mercenaries, they were not knights who would die for a cause.

  One thing was proven to everyone once again, that it really was like the Dragon Clan and didn't entirely rely on its wings to fly. When all the mercenaries saw a featherless giant bird grasping a large guandao with one wing and flying into the sky, using magic flames and the large guandao to turn all the Griffin Knights into fragments, the courage of the human mercenaries was slowly drained away.

  A column of flame magic and the "Double Oil Melon" dropped by Newton's aerial cavalry flying over afterwards sent the densely packed mercenaries into a terrible abyss.

  The "Double Oil Gourd" that Feilongcui had accumulated for nearly half a month was almost completely destroyed in the hands of Hippopotamus Poet. This time, Newton's aerial bombing was the last batch of inventory.

  Although there were archers blocking these oil melons, no matter how they blocked, after the forty oil melons exploded one after another, all the mercenaries' courage disappeared in an instant. The mercenaries who were bathed in fire and explosions could no longer maintain a stable retreat formation.

  The lightly armored cavalry on both wings were the first to collapse. Their flight set off the infantry beside them. The rout spread like a plague immediately. The infantry in the central cluster also could not hold on. Courage has its limits. In the face of catastrophic blows, even Colonel Gatso chose to flee immediately. In the face of this aimless bombing, no one can guarantee who will be unlucky next.

  The Lord of Faerie chose a most insidious way to pursue. All the warriors of Faerie, except for the slaves and the dwarves left behind to guard, only left the Knights of Gatanie to take care of the unconscious Eve, while the rest brought enough dry rations, riding on the multi-legged giant horses left by the Berserkers, slowly began to harass these lagging infantry.

  Scattered infantry fleeing, their mobility speed is far inferior to that of the mounted Bimon. Locally, the troops are also at a disadvantage compared to these Bimon warriors. Even the frenzied warriors can annihilate the Falanxi militia, along with the Temple Knights, Wolf Riders, and the cooperation of the Air Cavalry and Sacrificial Mages. This combination is really too strong, and small groups of mercenaries cannot resist. Some officers also wanted to organize troops to cut off the enemy's retreat. However, when their troops gathered together, they first suffered from the magic of Master Autega and the beasts, followed by the war trampling of the Falanxi heavy cavalry.

  As for the thirty-three mercenaries, they were simply live targets for the Wolf Cavalry to show off their swordsmanship.

  This sinister wolf pack tactic means that for these infantrymen, no matter how fast you escape, annihilation is only a difference of sooner or later.

  By the next morning, nearly three brigades of infantry, archers and 800 bandits who appeared as sappers all fell along the line on the Donau steppe.

  The cavalry's days were also difficult at this time. They were harassed by the Newtonian empty riders and fire cranes in the sky, and they fled without stopping.

  The attack frequency of the Firebird and Newton's Aerial Knights was not high, but the psychological pressure they brought to humans was terrifying. In every human mercenary's mind, a fearful thought kept haunting them - if the sky had aerial knights that could occasionally slip through, then they were already exposed, and the pursuing Bimon warriors might appear at any moment.

  With this idea, every cavalryman urged his horse on as fast as possible, wishing that their mounts could grow a pair of wings.

  After a half-day and one night of aimless fleeing, all the cavalrymen sadly discovered a terrible thing - they had lost their supplies.

  A starving warhorse can eat grass, but humans cannot. Without food, it's simply a pipe dream to think of walking out of the wilderness.

  A group of mercenaries, fleeing in clusters, began to slaughter their warhorses for food, then two men shared a mount. Although this solved the problem of hunger, it did slow down their speed. At this time, even the native bandits who were originally wandering on the wasteland began to take notice of them. The mercenaries, exhausted and starving, had to worry about being pursued by Baimon and also be on guard against harassment from small groups of bandits, truly a miserable situation.

  In fact, after the infantry was generally solved by chopping melons and cutting vegetables, only 200 wolf riders and Templar knights were left to pursue the cavalry. The followers of the Mace Priests also followed in this procession. The militia of Florence, due to their poor riding skills and heavy bodies, barely chased for a while, couldn't even see the buttocks of the wolf riders, and had to lead the giant horses back with a gloomy face.

  Lord Liu was certainly not going to give up the fight. Old Liu vowed that he would not rest until he had taken down those two father and son, or else he would absolutely have no face to return and bury the giant beast of the Komodo War.

  This battle has been going on until now, although there is not a single soldier in the Azure Dragon's combat formation who has died in battle, but the Komodo War Beast has bitten the dust. How can this not make Liu Zhen, who is protective of his short stature, furious and humiliated?

  Although the two fairy ladies, Long and Ningyu, were trying to persuade him, including Helen who was also suppressing her own sadness, putting on a brave smile to comfort him. After all, even the elemental immunity of the fairy dragon and the windproof pearl could not resist the unexpected wind magic. Moreover, Liu's thoughts at that time were indeed correct, without fighting, he had won over his opponent's army, which was an irresistible choice for any commander in any battle.

  But Old Liu still felt regretful in his heart.

  Although he also knew that even if he didn't make this bet with the other party, relying on human strength and the powerful force of this time-stopping scroll, there would still be necessary casualties in this defensive battle. He had also persuaded himself so in his heart. However, he couldn't eliminate the guilt brought by the death of the Komodo War Beast.

  The family of Feilongcui was built by him with his own hands. No matter who died, he would feel heartbroken.

  Only the leader of the Dragon Whirlwind Mercenary Group could be his best tool for redemption.

  Gattuso and his son Tomasi, along with their personal bodyguards' mounts, were the best in the entire mercenary corps. The sacrifice of the rearguard also bought them a considerable amount of time to escape. After a night of frantic galloping, they had shaken off the light cavalry by a good hundred miles.

  Of course, they also did not forget to bring along three magicians.

  As long as we have green hills, we won't worry about running out of firewood. This principle is something that people like Jiāo Sū understand better than anyone else.

  For the re-encounter with this Pig Lord, Captain Gatuso had also made sufficient mental preparation. One was flying in the sky and one was running on the ground. For this inevitable war, he had long been aware of it.

  He also had a hundred guards, and three magicians. Two senior magicians plus one mage, plus so many powerful warriors, this kind of power even if it's dragon-slaying, letting go and fighting isn't impossible. Captain Cartuso at this time was most regretful that his own son Tomasi wasn't more capable. If that winged flying horse were still around, wouldn't the chances of saving his own life have increased by a few percent?

  Apart from making the above preparations, the cunning and experienced Colonel Cartuso also wisely chose a wild ancient path along the edge of a coniferous forest at the foot of Mount Taymyr as his return route.

  Captain Gatso spent several more hours, circling to the edge of this distant pine forest, not without reason. He was guarding against the possibility that he might be chased by Lord Bimon, and if he really had no strength to fight back, he would drill into the pine forest at that time, and it would be best to escape in the chaos, and if caught, he could only say that his luck had brought him to his grandmother's house.

  Although he thought it was a relief, the frightening bald giant bird really appeared in front of him, and Captain Gattuso couldn't help but shudder - the fate of the Golden Giant Dragon, he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

  The encounter with the giant bird was after a small hill on the desolate ancient road. The place is vast and quiet, with low-growing wild grasses, and the only decent plants are withered trees and shrubbery. The stone statues that can be seen everywhere on the wasteland are scattered all over here. The tall and short stone statues are wrapped in withered wild grapevines, a desolate and dilapidated scene.

  The bald giant bird lay in a nest of flattened grass, its wings propping up its head, using a large side knife to shave off the stubble, two claws raised high, swaying back and forth. Beside it stood several familiar faces of Captain Gatso, Matchiko shrine maidens, and four beautiful women.

  The low and dense grass around made it clear to the mercenaries at a glance. After observing that there was no ambush, the stubborn side of human nature was revealed on Lieutenant Cartuso's face. He simply let go of his hands and feet and rode forward to meet them.

  The Lord of the Azure Swallow and Helen, Ning Yu, and two fairy dragons stood in the middle of the road. Except for Eve, who was left behind in the Azure Swallow after being scared by the dragon's roar, today the lord's family was fully mobilized. Guo Guo was rubbing his arm non-stop beside them. Even the parrot started using dirty words as its first wave of attack, hurling it at this group of humans.

  The dragon head base as Helen's new demon pet, lay on one side with its big mouth open. Round head and round brain, with a collapsed nose and sunken eyes, it looked incredibly stupid.

  Thomas timidly asked his father if they should scatter and run away, but was scolded by his old man with a barrage of curses.

  Thomas asked cautiously if they should hide in the woods first, which almost made his father pass out.

  At this time, running separately will only be defeated one by one. No matter how fast you run, can you fly faster than the birds in the sky? Entering the forest is even more hopeless. As soon as you enter the forest, it's a done deal. The opponent's magic beast is fire-based, and the needle-leaf pine forest is extremely suitable for arson. If the opponent is ruthless and cunning, if they think of setting fire to the mountain, it's a serious problem whether they can escape or not. This trick will not be used unless absolutely necessary! Gatuso finally agreed with himself for the first time in his life that his son was indeed a complete fool. Although he thought his son was quite clever before.

  Under the squad leader's command, all the mercenaries automatically pulled tight on their reins. The magician could not cast any high-level magic on the bumpy horseback.

  The two sides were separated by seven hundred paces, all humans on horseback with a fierce gaze staring at these few Mongols. Swords were drawn from their scabbards, bows were strung. The magician drew out the scroll and summoned a magical shield.

  This distance was carefully selected by Captain Gatuso. The attack range of large magical beasts is only about 300 meters, and even giant dragons are only around 400-500 meters. This bald giant bird may be powerful, but its magic attack range will not exceed the limits. Within this range, all three mages can cast their spells with ease. Even if the fairy dragon's "elemental backlash" is powerful, it has a distance limit of 30 meters. As long as two fairy dragons dare to approach within 30 meters of the air, there are guards with single-shot hand crossbows and more than a dozen beast spirit divine archers, even if ten more fairy dragons come, Captain Gatuso will not be afraid.

  Across from them, apart from the two Dragon Maidens, what role could those two lovely ladies play? The one with the shell on her back has never been seen doing anything. That white-robed Fox Maiden has shown off her prowess in battle, but her Magical Beast, Komodo, is already dead. Although it's unclear why that Basilisk was subdued so easily, even adding that Wyvern, which can only pull a carriage, wouldn't change much. At most, there's just that bald giant bird and this Pixie Maiden who might be a bit of a handful. But thinking about his own strength, Captain Gatuso looked at the opposing side again, and his confidence suddenly surged.

  "I didn't expect us to meet so soon, Honorable Lord Pig. " Captain Gattuso bowed his head slightly on horseback and first greeted Lord Pig opposite him.

  The viscount opposite him twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a silent, cold smile.

  "We can actually make a deal..." Captain Gattuso's face was filled with a radiant smile, as he repeated the conditions that the Sharma family had once promised, almost verbatim. His expression was more sincere than Count Toti's - this was also one of Captain Gattuso's killer moves, which he had already planned out from the beginning of their escape. If these words didn't work either, they could always meet again on the battlefield.

  Who knows better than humans what Baimon wants most?

  Captain Gatuso discovered that, after he finished speaking with such eloquence, the face of the opposing Pigue lord immediately changed, becoming greedy and covetous. Although the simple beastman was strongly concealing this agitation in his heart, the expression on his face still betrayed him deeply.

  The Lord of Bimon's lips trembled for half a day, and he couldn't say a word. Seeing this scene, Colonel Gattuso laughed wildly in his heart.

  "Kampas! You really can...can..." Even the face of the Fox Lady's shrine maiden was filled with an expression of incredulity and greed, her eyes wide open, her lips trembling, and both hands shaking like a stroke.

  The eyes of the lord and the fox girl met, each with a fierce and intense gaze. No one was better at reading people than the mercenary, who could see in an instant what they wanted to get.

  The two fairy dragons and the clam girl were also whispering to each other, looking very excited.

  All the mercenaries exchanged a smile.

  "Lord, will you answer or not? With the brave warriors under your command, it's easy to get rid of that mongrel from the Shabal family! I can provide all the convenient conditions for you!" Captain Gatuso saw that the bald monster bird didn't seem to have any intention of moving and felt even more at ease, continuing in a tone full of temptation, "Think about it! The sacred mountain of Haigal in Bimon, and the Golden Road, are right before your eyes, Lord!"

  "Father, we can secretly use magic to recreate this bald giant bird. The three masters all have high-level scrolls." Thomas Saint Knight gazed forward, his lips subtly moving. If one didn't pay attention, this small movement would be impossible to detect.

  Captain Gatso's hands went behind his back, bent his index finger, and then rode slowly forward.

  The meaning of this action is understood by all mercenaries.

  While advancing, Captain Gatso continued to promise his own favorable conditions in a grandiose manner. The mercenaries behind him followed closely in the captain's footsteps, tightly gripping their weapons and staring intently at the hairless monster bird in front of them.

  Captain Gatusso was also trying his luck.

  About three hundred yards away, the other side seemed to be discussing in a low voice.

  Captain Gatusso's back was sweating profusely. He let out a long sigh of relief. He knew he had won the gamble.

  Bimon never attacked. This can only mean that they have moved. A distance of 300 meters is absolutely enough for this hairless monster bird to launch a magic attack.

  Captain Gatso's gaze hesitated for a moment, then slid over with a cold glint. His hand retreated behind his back, and he made a curved downward motion with his thumb.

  The two mercenaries behind the big and small bosses also clearly understood their boss's mentality. Immediately, a subtle voice conveyed the attack order to the magician in the back row. This subtle voice was actually the rare "ventriloquism" - the personal guards under Captain Gattuso were indeed talented!

  The wind system mage among the three mages would never be able to speak again.

  In order to protect the wizards, the three wizards were arranged in a position that was biased towards the back row. This position can minimize the possibility of them suffering from frontal danger.

  Just like a gust of wind passing by, the sound of sharp blades cutting through flesh and bone rang out.

  A giant battle-axe came out of nowhere from behind, splitting the bodies of four mercenaries and also cutting down the mage. The wind-elemental mage had already activated his magical shield, but the shield only made the heavy axe slide in one direction. Moreover, the axe was a bit too big and long. Although the blade slid off, the rotating handle heavily struck the mage's chest. A cracking sound of the sternum, the mage's noble body flew high into the air, then fell heavily to the ground.

  This axe caused far more harm among the mercenaries than just these few. The battle-axe, which had been deflected by a shield, tore open a large gap in the crowd of mercenaries and did not stop until it had killed at least five or six people.

  All the mercenaries subconsciously turned their heads and were stunned.

  Less than ten steps away from them, on the desolate ancient path stood a stone statue with a withered body, still maintaining its stealthy advancing posture. This stone statue was like those popular in ancient times due to fertility worship, revealing its beautifully carved muscles all over its body, especially its majestic hips.

  There are countless stone statues like this in the wilderness of Donau, and mercenaries have long been tired of them. What really surprised them was that on the face of this stone statue, there were a pair of clear black and white eyes, and in its hand, it was holding a steel axe with cold light shining everywhere. The arc of its stone arm swinging open looked like a "discus thrower" shape!

  "Pfft"…

  Under the gaze of the mercenaries who had not yet come to their senses, this steel axe flew swiftly and stirred up a bloody storm in the crowd of mercenaries! And this stone statue had already rolled into the crowd of mercenaries like the wind, lifting up a war horse along with the mercenary on it and smashing them into the crowd.

  This stone statue snatched a Viking heavy sword and swung it in a circle on the spot among the crowd of mercenaries, cutting the remaining two noble magicians in half.

  At almost the same time, the Groteus also followed Helen's command and heavily applied its Stone Skin magic to the crowd of mercenaries - after all, the Groteus was also a Wyrmkin! Although it only knew this one dull defensive magic, this magic could also be cast on others - of course, such simple-minded Wyrmkin rarely did so. Its protective stone skin normally would only be applied to itself, an instinctual behavior.

  The diameter of the giant tortoise's massive body is the range of its "Stone Skin" technique. Like a small mountain, its body has a wide range, but compared to the high-level Bi Mung-seo's "Mountain Ridge Lullaby Song", it is definitely inferior in terms of range. Because the length and width of its "Stone Skin" technique are not very even. However, its "Stone Skin" technique is much stronger than "Mountain Ridge Lullaby Song" - compared to Bi Mung-seo's "Stone Skin War Song" and the giant tortoise's "Stone Skin", whether it's the thickness or duration of the stone skin, they lack at least half the power.

  All of this happened in an instant. Humans had been on guard, but even with day and night precautions, they hadn't expected a sneak attack to suddenly appear from behind! This desolate and quiet ancient path, where even the wild grass was unusually short, made it impossible for the mercenaries to imagine that there would be an ambush behind them. They had already been extremely cautious!

  "There are only incompetent priests! There is no such thing as an incompetent familiar!" The stone statue of the god laughed loudly, its hands not stopping for a moment, continuing to wield the heavy sword in its hand.

  The mercenaries would never forget who this familiar voice belonged to - that damned, fearsome and powerful Lord Fargoth!

  It turned out to be well-trained elite soldiers. Immediately, weapons were aimed at Liu Zhen's body like a stone statue.

  Many mercenaries suddenly stiffened - they were hit by Jitouzui Long's "Stone Skin Technique"!

  The "Stone Skin" skill of the Dragon's Base is often misunderstood as "Petrification". This is actually a complete misconception. The name "Stone Skin" implies that it turns the body into rock (note: clothes and weapons are ineffective.), in order to increase resistance. Although the body will become very heavy, it is absolutely impossible to achieve the effect of "Petrification" which completely solidifies the body.

  The key reason for this misunderstanding is that when capturing this herbivorous Wyrmkin, there are also Base Head Wyrms who use their instant magic to turn hunters into stiff stone statues, unable to move - in fact, the Base Head Wyrm's magic has always been used on itself, and its power is the strongest among all Wyrms. In the long process of evolution, its "Stone Skin Technique" naturally matched its strength.

  Under the command of Xiao Hu Li, this originally weak and feeble dragon beast unleashed unimaginable power. The mercenaries who were brushed by it didn't have the powerful strength like Liu Zhen or Ji Tou Zuo Long, and they immediately turned into stone statues along with their horses. Even without the power of "Slow Scroll", they instantly became extremely slow.

  About twenty Stone Skin spells flashed by, and even the Dragon's Head Seat was a bit tired, and it automatically stopped casting this magic.

  Due to the stone skin ability of the dragon being too strong, many mercenaries' armor were lifted up by a big margin, and their movements also became as slow as snails or slugs.

  Captain Gatesso is now so grief-stricken that he has no tears left to cry. Both he and his son Tomasi, Saint Knight, have magical protection on their armor, but this protection only defends against attack magic, and will not react at all to the earth-based supportive magic "Stone Skin"; and there is no way to dispel this kind of supportive magic except for the priest's "Holy Dispel" and the magician's "Magic Cancel".

  The question is whether it's still possible to count on the two magicians now?

  A sky-blue "Wave Shield" and a yellow-golden "Moon Wheel" flying in the air had already been shattered into pieces. The upper halves of two mages' bodies were now floating before Captain Gatouso's face.

  It was as if a lumberjack in the forest, Liu Zhen's stone statue-like figure wielded his Viking heavy sword, with a sly smile on his face, one by one cutting down the mercenaries. Even with heavy stone skin armor, no one could withstand his swung heavy sword. His movements were agile and swift, at first glance, it was a bit frightening to hear.

  In the blink of an eye, over a hundred men were cut down by him, leaving only Captain Gatouso and Knight Tomas, two super slow-moving guys, who were still slowly drawing their long swords. One of the long swords had not even been unsheathed yet.

  Liu Zhenhong first tore off a piece of cloth, wrapped it around his lower body, after all, jumping with his butt exposed wasn't exactly fun, then smiled at the two humans.

  Ning Yu and the others also came over. From start to finish, only the lord and Jitouzhu Long took action, while everyone else didn't even lift a finger.

  Looking at the emerald lord created by Cong Yu's illusion, Liu Zhen was shocked and rolled his eyes. He originally wanted to smooth out his hair and strike a more handsome pose, but unexpectedly his hair got stuck in his hand.

  One of them stretched out his neck to peek into the cloth wrapped around Liu, and even used his long snout to pick at it. He was slapped away by Old Liu. Guo Guo, holding Kasha, also curiously leaned in with her little head. Old Liu's face turned red with embarrassment, and he jumped up and ran away.

  Watching Liu Zhen's energetic jumping, Qingyu and Helen couldn't help but laugh together. Yelena and Daisy quickly covered their eyes. However, fingers are not a wall after all, and there will always be gaps between them.

  The parrot flew over from the sky, rolled its white eyes with effort, and still didn't utter a dirty word in the end.

  "Are you saying that you don't want to get the road to Mount Holy?" Captain Gatuso said sternly. He wanted to match his facial expression with his tone, but couldn't.

  This is his only chance. Colonel Gattuso's voice was trembling. Who knows how sinister this guy is, actually using this method to secretly calculate him. He even stripped naked and disguised himself as a stone statue with "stone skin technique". This timing has to be grasped accurately! Three great mages! More than 100 powerful warriors! They all got wiped out! Even if they were smashed into the Sanggan River, shouldn't there be some noise? Colonel Gattuso's eyes became moist.

  "Hmm!" Liu Zhen nodded and then asked, "May I ask you a question first? Dear Captain Gattuso, between you and your son, whose martial skills are more formidable?"

  "My son is a holy knight, of course he's more capable than me." Captain Gatuso opened his mouth, then quickly added, "However..."

  "Thank you so much." Liu Zhenhong politely thanked him and then struck down the garrulous fellow with one sword.

  With one stride, Liu Zhenyong stood before the warhorse of Sir Thomas.

  "Your last words." Old Liu looked at Thomas Knight, sniffing. Although covered with a layer of heavy stone skin, the holy knight on horseback was still so handsome and elegant, which made Old Liu feel a little jealous.

  "Have you ever heard of 'Sacred Curse'?" Thomas Saint Knight said with a trembling voice.

  "I'm a knowledgeable ritual master, of course I've heard of it. We have similar nonsense to the Temple Knights of Mong." Liu Zhen's stone face was stretched too tight as he smiled slightly.

  "Since you know that every baptized Templar who is killed has his opponents possibly suffer the 'Curse of God', then why don't you just let me go? Would you? I beg of you! I can give you money! A lot, a lot of money!" The Templar's tone was filled with humility.

  "Have you seen this?" Liu Zhen raised his left hand and weighed it in front of the Holy Knight's eyes.

  On his thumb was a jade ring, on his middle finger was an intricately patterned iron ring with a sharp tip, and on top of it was a grotesque mask and black flower pattern. Thomas Saint Knight's eyes suddenly narrowed.

  "We're talking about a probability of one in a million, like the 'War Calamity Curse' of the Temple Knights. Your 'Sacred Curse' should be around the same, right? Haha...". Liu's stone-like expression had passed, and his face was now filled with a brilliant smile. "I've already sent your flying horse to heaven. The poor beast was on its last breath. I couldn't bear to see it suffer any longer. Since you have a contract with it, I'm sure you'd be delighted to accompany it. It's an honor that the Flying Horse Holy Knight will become my Spirit Knight."

  "The restriction of the Spirit Seal is very strict, and only one can be possessed at a time. If there isn't a powerful existence to replace you, your position will be unshakeable." The Lord raised the Viking heavy sword in his hand, thought for a moment, and then asked: "May I ask if you are ready?"

  "I curse you! I curse you! Your loved one will be taken from you forever! You..." Thomas's voice trailed off.

  Liu Zhenhong coldly laughed twice, pulled out the heavy sword from Thomas's chest, and blew the blood beads on the blade onto the black eye sockets of the mask on the "Death Lord Ring".

  A wisp of dark smoke drifted up from the ring's mask, a gruesome skull head floated with an almost imperceptible sneer, and seemed to have a spiritual presence as it wafted into the nostrils of the upright Thomas Saint Knight riding on horseback. With a few cracking sounds, the stone skin on the surface of the Holy Knight suddenly cracked and slowly disappeared.

  Thomas's body first swelled like a balloon, then quickly shrunk, and finally dried up rapidly. A series of "puffing" sounds came from the leakage of air, and a red mist of blood spread from the pores of the Holy Knight, carrying a strong smell of rot. The handsome face of the Holy Knight immediately turned into a blackened mummy-like appearance, with deep brown skin that was dry and withered, sunken eye sockets, and eyeballs that had disappeared, becoming a shriveled-up black ball. His originally golden hair also turned grayish-white, as if he had aged instantly.

  "My goodness!" Not only were several beauties frightened, but Liu Zhen was also startled.

  A winged horse with two legs missing also stepped out of a pitch-black portal, its skin as dry and disgusting as that of a holy knight except for its long mane. A pair of pure white wings had turned grayish-white, looking like some sort of inferior hybrid. Fortunately, one thing was still okay - the flying horse could still stand upright and maintain its balance.

  Thomas, now a Templar Knight, stroked his sword and knelt on one knee before Liu Zhen, his shoulders shaking violently.

  The beautiful women sitting next to me sent shivers down my spine.

  Liu Zhenhong waved his hand, and immediately, a person and a horse were enveloped by a halo of elements flashing with black flower patterns. The fluctuating halo quickly submerged into the ring.

  "Soul binding and soulless undead are two different things. It turns out that bound souls can retain their previous thoughts, but they cannot disobey my orders, forever trapped and enslaved, forever tormented by pain. The 'Death Lord's Ring' is indeed a ruthless and sinister magical artifact." Liu Zhen looked down at the crown-shaped ring on his finger with satisfaction, its two forms pleasing him greatly.

  "Don't move..." Jing Yu anxiously walked forward and helped Old Liu wipe his brow. There was a cluster of black dots flickering unsteadily there.

  Jade condensed and wiped several times, but no matter how she wiped, it couldn't be wiped away. Jade looked at her fingers in surprise.

  "Damn it! 'The black night gives you a black fate, the black star in the wheel will bring you a surprise after slaughter' This is a precursor to the outbreak of the 'Sacred Curse'! I told you before not to always make fun of the curse!" Daisy was stunned beside him and suddenly let out a cry.

  Her words were already choked with sobs.

  Yuelna's mouth also opened wide, her beautiful face filled with incredulity.

  Liu Zhen's heart sank.

  The parrot flew over again. This time it opened its mouth and cursed: "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"