The figure blocking the path of the red-clad female warrior, standing like an iron tower at the entrance of the main hall, was none other than their companion who had been ambushed and killed by a necromancer black knight when they first entered the Anzhi Imperial Palace.
Now, he is 'alive'.
At this moment, however, the tall man had completely changed his appearance. He was wearing a set of pitch-black iron armor that he had obtained from who-knows-where, which was firmly fastened to his chest and abdomen, as if it had grown directly onto his skin, completely covering the bloody hole in his heart. His arms and legs were covered with stitches, as were his neck and face. His skin was as black as iron, with a metallic sheen. At first glance, he looked like a toy puppet hastily cobbled together by a poorly made tailor.
He was surrounded by a jet-black mist, and his eyes gleamed with a fierce, scarlet light.
This person has completely degenerated into Death Warrior.
Even more terrifying is that, judging from the attack just now, this guy who was 'resurrected' still retains his fighting power and instincts from when he was alive, making him extremely dangerous. He is actually a Death Warrior at the Great Sun-Rank Venerable.
"What on earth is going on?" The red-clad, busty female powerhouse stared in horror at the three cynical-looking priests, who seemed to understand something. Her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief. "You... as priests of the Holy Church, you actually... you actually colluded with the undead?"
The priest colluded with the dead???
Why did this happen?
No one will know.
This is simply an extraordinary event; if it were to spread, it would definitely shock the entire continent and cause a huge uproar.
The busty, red-clad female powerhouse was extremely experienced. After a brief moment of shock, she realized that her group had stepped into a well-prepared trap; if they continued to drift, they would surely die.
She roared, her figure swayed in place, and instantly twenty or thirty red figures appeared, flying in all directions. Each one was perfect, exactly the same as her original, and indistinguishable from the real her.
This move, [ Pinocchio's Deception ], is the signature Dou Qi technique of the red-clad, busty female powerhouse. It's used for escape and has saved her countless times. Even when surrounded by two or three equally powerful opponents, she's confident she can escape. Now, realizing she's in danger, she unleashes her power even more. Instantly, red shadows flash throughout the hall, moving as fast as lightning, making it impossible to tell how many there are.
"Hahaha, hahaha!" The three ferocious-looking divine masters just laughed wildly, but did not make a move to stop them.
In the blink of an eye, the red-clad, busty female powerhouse was on the verge of escaping when a series of furious roars echoed from the floor of the hall. Immediately afterward, a figure identical to the previous Death Warrior appeared at every window, side door, and exit of the hall. Dense death energy completely permeated the entire hall, making it suffocating.
Boom boom boom!!!!
Amidst a series of violent explosions, all the red phantoms were torn apart by the black claws.
The busty female powerhouse in red was blasted back to her original spot, suffering serious injuries. Blood trickled from the corner of her fair and beautiful mouth, and her eyes were filled with despair.
" Kester, Beili, Lawrence... you? You... and Cain and Kudi, didn't you leave? How could you..." The red-clad, busty female powerhouse was utterly horrified.
The black, iron-like figures that appeared from all sides were clearly his companions from before. In such a short time, so many powerful individuals had all turned into undead warriors. In particular, the shrewd middle-aged man Cain and his companions, who had clearly decided to withdraw from the operation and leave Anzhi Imperial Capital, had also fallen victim to this? They had all become terrifying Death Warrior.
Just then, the heart-wrenching wails and screams in the hall slowly faded away.
The two pitch-black light prisons in the center of the hall slowly disappeared, and the pitch-black mist gradually dimmed, revealing the figures of the two powerful individuals who had been imprisoned within.
They had long since lost their lives, their bodies a ghastly blue, as if cast from molten iron, covered in seams, their hair gone, their faces dry, their skin shriveled like dried orange peel, their eye sockets sunken, their blurry eyes radiating a scarlet glint, and their bodies shrouded in a powerful Death Energy.
Pat pat pat!
Excluding the busty, red-clad female warrior and the three Church priests, there were exactly eight Death Warrior, making a total of twelve people in the group.
call out!
The two newly emerged Death Warrior suddenly attacked, their black Death Energy flashing as they launched a sneak attack. The red-clad, busty female warrior, Avoid in time and was pierced through the calf by the black Death Energy. She immediately lost her strength, as the [ Pinocchio's Deception ] technique had already depleted a lot of her Dou Qi. She collapsed helplessly to the ground.
Why? Why? Why did you do this?
The busty, red-clad female powerhouse knew she was doomed today. Her beautiful eyes flashed with a fierce, venomous hatred as she stared intently at the three grinning priests. She wished she could tear these three beasts in human form to pieces. The situation was clear: they had all been outmaneuvered by these three despicable priests of the Church.
"Hahahaha, hahaha," a mechanical yet deathly laugh suddenly echoed throughout the hall, booming like thunder, deafening, and penetrating, directly affecting the very soul. "The reason is simple: the army of death lacks high-quality raw materials."
Deep within the main hall, on the previously empty, multicolored glazed throne, a dark, inky light flickered, and a towering, cold, enormous figure suddenly appeared and sat upon the throne.
This was a powerful figure shrouded entirely in dark black armor. The armor, made of some unknown material, was covered with sharp, pointed barbs, its texture terrifying. Its blackness seemed capable of devouring one's soul. His entire body was enveloped in Death Energy, and countless fist-sized black wisps constantly transformed into different human face shapes, their expressions ferocious and painful, emitting piercing howls, making him appear as if he were a death god emerging from Hell.
"Who... who are you?" A terrifying, dark aura of Death Energy spread upwards along the wound. The red-clad, busty female powerhouse, barely holding on, asked angrily.
But no one answered her.
In the eyes of the dark-armored demon Demon God and the three Church priests, he was clearly already considered a dead man.
" Basturk, our exchange is now complete. As per your request, the Church has sent you twenty warriors at the Great Sun-Rank Venerable. According to our previous agreement, you should now hand over the copy of Chapter Forty-Five of the [ Hell Scripture ]!"
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