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"That's... Lord Malos?"

Seeing the true first-generation Knowledge Pope who fell out of the space crack, the undead who had not been sent back couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

Although he and the others had a hunch that this operation might be over, but among the undead emperors, the strength of Lord Malos was firmly in the top three, and it was not at the same level as the number-like Lord Vicious Blister.

In addition, he was the first Pope of the Church of Knowledge before his death, and he knew the power of the Holy Light very well. Even if his attributes were severely restrained, it should be no problem to save his life.

However…

Looking at Malos, who had only one book and half of his shoulders left, and 80% of his body had been beaten, the hearts of the undead suddenly shuddered, and they even began to feel fortunate that they had chosen to understand the current affairs, especially the remaining ones. The few ninth-order undead below directly wrote the four characters of lingering fear on their faces.

Luckily we were all softheads and surrendered fast enough.

If there are more idiots with iron heads, causing everyone to "follow their hearts" and slow down, when the madman carrying the Pope of Light is free, he will never miss the opportunity to add a few more ruins of the gods. It's a bit embarrassing to be kicked away in a sullen state, but at least you saved your life, right?

Unfortunately, however, they seem to be happy a little too early.

After taking out the space that he shared with the other, the first thing the real Pope Malos did was to bite off a few pages from the Book of Wisdom, temporarily blocking the two William who were about to come out from inside. The second thing he did was that his eyes flew towards a high-level undead with bloodshot eyes.

"Master Marlos!"

Seeing that Malos seemed to want to do something, the thousand-eyed undead who only had more than 300 eyes turned, and then their eyes flashed to greet them, with vigilance and greed, saying:

"You seem to be seriously injured. Do you need us to stop the enemy for you? As long as you share some death power and help us make up for the missing body."

After being blocked by a thousand-eyed undead, Malos, who was going to find another ninth-order undead, squinted his eyes and replied coldly:

"No need, I'll just do it myself."

"That's it."

After hearing Marlos' answer, the big mouth in the center of the Thousand-Eyed Undead's spherical body slowly opened, revealing a rather terrifying and weird smile.

It seems... our Lord Marlos is not only badly injured, but also seems to consume a lot of energy!

It seems that something quite interesting has been discovered. The mouth of the Thousand-Eyed Undead is getting bigger and bigger, and dozens of layers of ring-mounted sharp teeth extend outward in turn, revealing a huge pupil with a diameter of more than five meters.

After mobilizing the remaining more than 300 demon eyes and firmly blocking all possible escape directions for Malos, an irregular horizontal line slowly opened in the center of the main eye at the throat of the thousand-eyed undead. Another ferocious mouth full of sharp teeth.

And a gray snake hissing out from it, like a beast cleaning the blood from the corners of its lips, gently scratching half a circle around the pupil of the giant eye, and the giant eye is also full of ferocity Cruel meaning.

"Lord Marlos... Please forgive me for asking curiously."

Under the strange and expectant gazes of countless high-level undead, the sharp-toothed monster in the giant eyes of the thousand-eyed undead laughed, and saw it with a hoarse voice that implied excitement, and said almost word by word:

"Do you really need our help... or are you too weak to ask for our help?"

And in the sound of its inquiry, the five-meter giant eye covered by the layers of sharp teeth lit up slightly, and a gaze that was neither bright nor shining, but as gray as a mountain of underworld, shot over and shot the real Pope Horse. Ross was firmly in the center.

After staring at the thousand-eyed undead with an indifferent expression, Malos, whose face began to petrify rapidly, opened his mouth and nodded coldly:

"You're right, I was plotted by another self, and the current situation is indeed very, very weak, and even the power to compensate for the death of the body is not enough.

But there is one thing you haven't figured out yet, that is, I didn't lie just now, I really don't need your help, and I really plan to do it myself. "

Don't need our help...but are you ready to do it yourself?

After hearing Malos' strange answer, a group of high-level undead couldn't help looking at each other.

With your current appearance, you are obviously left with a sigh of relief. Even with the help of our high-level undead, I am afraid that you may not be able to save your life from those human beings. What are you going to do for yourself?

"Ah! You! How are you..."

A scream full of panic and fear sounded, interrupting the thinking of the high-level undead.

When they looked at the sound, they were immediately shocked to find that the Thousand-eyed Undead who had made a move to petrify Lord Marlos suddenly started to petrify at a speed of nearly a hundred times, and there were terrifying cracks on his body.

A large number of dark flesh and blood, mixed with the power of death that almost condensed into liquid, spewed out from the cracks in the huge body of the Thousand-Eyed Undead, and rushed towards the true Pope Malos like a tide.

"Petrochemical, cursed, bloodthirsty, imprisoned... You have the strength of the ninth-order peak, but you don't even have a way to directly point to the essence of death. You are really unpalatable."

After swallowing all the essence condensed from the body of the Thousand-Eyed Undead, Malos frowned and gave a big bad review, then blinked his suddenly gray eyes, and looked at the cracks in front of him. Stone wither.

"Beep~beep~"

The next moment, the sound of several cracking stones resounded from the inside out, and the huge petrified body of the Thousand-eyed Undead trembled slightly, and then exploded in the air in the terrified eyes of the high-level undead, cracking into the size of nearly ten thousand fists. The shards were mixed with blood-colored mud and dust splashing around, and a large gray and blood-covered fog spread rapidly, and a group of high-level undead were covered.

"Well...power is quite useful."

Reaching out his hand and poking at the pupil of his right eye, and after touching the small gray snake with a small size, Marlos cocked the corner of his mouth, and did not pay attention to the rapidly retreating Pope, but turned to look at the broken body. A group of high-level undead of Shi. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Now... it's your turn."

Accompanied by the peaceful voice that could not afford half a turbulent sound, the bodies of more than 300 undeads above the seventh rank froze slightly, then quickly petrified with horror on their faces, and immediately shattered after Marlos blinked his eyelids.

When a large torrent of flesh and blood mixed with the power of death surged into the sky, several ninth-order undead who avoided this glance by their speed withdrew and retreated, and they could not even raise the idea of ​​joining hands to resist.

And one of the ninth-order undead was caught by Malos' sight after only two seconds because of his size. The small half of his body was completely petrified in an instant. Knowing that there was no hope of escaping, he tried his best to delay the petrification and shouted hysterically. :

"Master Marlos! I...I'm not like them! I'm loyal to you! I'm not ready to do anything!"

"I know."

After raising his hand and throwing out dozens of thunder guns, and pinning the huge undead to the ground, Malos blinked slightly forcefully, and soon, the sound of beeping stones shattering sounded again.

"You've never been very courageous. Even if you're not loyal at all, you really don't have the courage to take action against me."

After absorbing the torrent of flesh and blood transformed by this ninth-order undead, and moving the completely repaired upper body, Marlos looked down at the densely packed sad and angry faces on his right arm, and explained with a calm expression:

"But you got one thing wrong. The reason I killed you was not because someone shot me, but because I was injured and needed to eat something to make up for it, that's all."

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First chapter... There are two more left today, but it may be more than three o'clock... 8 has to wait... (to be continued)