Chapter 124 Tactical Stealing Home

On the plaza full of corpses, the pale green ghost warhorse was so dexterous that it didn't look like a horse at all, but like a cat, agile and light, swiftly traversing the plaza full of corpses.

The broken scene quickly passed by the green knight.

Followed by dozens or hundreds of screaming ghosts.

The death knight didn't stop for a moment. After passing through the gate opened by Conrad, he held a cold five-meter long spear and stabbed at Conrad like a stream of water.

Whether it was the corpses on the ground or the potholes in the square, no terrain could slow him down in the slightest.

Hank felt it when Conrad was about to throw the Thunder Spear in an attempt to take down the enemy first.

With a swipe, the scorching sun-like rays of light made the death knight have to rein in the horse's reins, steer the horse's head away, and then pass by Conrad not far away.

Even so, the death knight did not forget to poke tentatively.

"when!"

A sonorous voice.

He was a little surprised that the other party's equipment was so good, not to mention his sharp spear head, the dark green spear filled with death energy actually failed to please.

As soon as the death energy was injected into the shield, it was swayed away by a burst of golden flowers rising from it.

And the unjust soul that rushed towards the other party was blown away on the spot under the blow of several consecutive bright magic arts.

The death knight ran away on his horse and found that the other party had gathered together, forming a small shield formation that he was no stranger to.

Hank Gerald, who was standing at the head of the formation, slapped his shield with his cross sword and made a sonorous sound.

"Come on! Monster! I'm not afraid of you!"

Uh, the bright knight of Sequence 6 against the death knight is definitely a professional counterpart.

The dark green soul warhorse made a small circle, and then launched a second charge in turn. Of course, the effect was really bad.

It has to be said that the two opposing camps, the Knights of Light and the Knights of Apocalypse, have been fighting for nearly a thousand years, and they are not familiar with each other.

If Hank is riding a heroic warhorse and confronting the death knight at this moment, maybe the outcome will be decided in an instant.

It's a pity that in the battle of the lair, Hank and the others lost almost all their equipment, because they had to take a boat, and they didn't even have a horse. Moreover, the inner world is not for ordinary horses to enter, they all become foot warriors.

It takes time to receive Mark's order, and they will not take the initiative to attack. This is good, the death knight really feels that there is nowhere to start.

Interestingly, Hank's side is not powerless to fight back. Traditional knights rarely practice bows and arrows, but they have an electric thrower here!

Dignified [Storm Warrior] Conrad, after a short while, he gave the death knight an electric shock.

As the fastest wind elemental attack, electric shock is almost impossible to dodge.

As the green knights in the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the [Death] knights are different from the white knights representing [Plague], they don't play riding and shooting.

After going back and forth, the death knight suffered a lot, and the situation was a bit stiff, but not completely stiff.

As a result, someone is given more time.

In the soul circuit, Mark took the time to ask, "Hank, are you all okay!"

"It's okay, as long as we're not greedy, he can't help us." Hank was full of confidence.

"Okay! Remember! Be steady!"

"Understood. My lord."

Mark didn't have time to hesitate, since his subordinates were holding on to the other side, he could only rush forward.

Looking at the exaggerated and towering interior space of the fortress, Mark locked the target at the top floor, Minnie took him to the sky like Spider-Man.

Just halfway up, a thick black smoke suddenly sprayed out from a mural hanging on the wall, condensing into a sinister demon face.

"Mortal! You cannot escape the fate of death! I curse you! Curse... ah!"

"Bang!" The thing exploded like a firecracker.

Mark mourned for half a second for this thing.

He saw it with his own eyes in the vision of destiny, and this thing tried to erode it with the black thread of destiny.

Cursing a Destiny Raider with a Death Curse... Banmen's axe is nothing more than that.

Mark clearly saw that the thread of fate that it stretched out was like a lit gunpowder lead, and it quickly burned back in reverse.

As for firecrackers, that is of course its own.

After this thing blew up, it was very funny. There were many similar trigger-type curse-killing traps on the inner wall of the fortress.

These things seemed to have intelligence, and they refused to shoot at Mark.

Mark looked at his body, only to realize that he was now possessed by the mighty power of destiny, washing his body, and any curse-type things that were not in the way of getting close to him, just the power he swayed by passing by would overwhelm these things. Don't dare to stand up.

With this experience, Mark felt that the general evil spirits were almost automatically immune.

It's just that when Mark used Lingsi to rise to the highest level, he still suffered a little.

"Bang!"

Unexpectedly, the other party secretly branded a death-type magic circle on the ceiling in front of the entrance of the highest floor.

As soon as Mark approached, four translucent skeleton spirits immediately emerged from the ceiling. These evil spirits with hideous skeleton faces stretched out a dry ghost bone hand from their black robes and pointed at Mark. .

Mark doesn't know if this is the legendary [Finger of Death].

He almost subconsciously summoned a group of cannon fodder instantly, fired a shot into the air, and quickly fell under the reaction.

[Greedy], [Jealousy], [Sloth] and other priests burped as soon as they came out.

Their originally translucent bodies were touched by the power of death full of evil energy, and they wilted and shrunk down like a punctured balloon on the spot.

"Minnie! Hold me!" Mark went over with a spiritual thought, and a rice-shaped spiritual mesh appeared immediately below the position where he fell.

Minnie didn't say anything, just did it, but the meaning was obvious: whether you can stand up or not is your problem.

Four spiritual silks form a focus point, and if you change it to the previous Mark, you will definitely not be able to stand up.

Since absorbing the strength of the Valkyrie's legs, Mark has undergone a reborn change.

Originally, with his head down and his feet facing the sky, he flexibly turned over in mid-air, and his toes firmly touched the center of the rice-shaped spiritual silk.

In the next second, he borrowed the rebounding power of the spirit silk to sprint into the sky in a cannonball-like reverse direction, and stabbed the rune on the ceiling with [Ye Owl].

"Ah..." The magic circle shattered, and the unwilling roar of the evil spirits came from the void.

That's all.

Mark turned over again, put his feet upside down on the ceiling, and finally jumped to the door of the top hall.

The door is open.

Everything inside can be seen clearly under the light of the faint green ghost candlesticks lit on both sides of the hall.

There are more than a dozen lifelike statues standing on both sides of the hall.

There are angels, there are demons, there are demons, and there are... Valkyries.

These statues have one feature in common - arms are not included.

Just like the statue of Venus on Earth, the arm position is shoulder-length.

Attached to the statue is a real arm, not only a beautiful spiritual arm, but also a disgusting thing full of abscesses.

"Bad guy!" Minnie complained in Mark's heart.

Mark sensed the battle situation outside and found that Conrad and the others couldn't support it. Quite simply, this fort and the square in front of the fort are the domain of death knights.

When the death knights shamelessly attacked Hank and the others with the undead breath of the entire square, even if Hank was the bright knight of Sequence 6, under the invasion of this level of death, they were nothing but a capsize in the sea at any time. Flat boat.

"Hurry up." Mark strode towards the Valkyrie statue in the center of the death knight's collection.

When he just passed an angel statue, an accident happened.

In his opinion, the right arm of an angel who should be completely dead suddenly moved. This right arm belonging to a male angel unexpectedly broke free from the shackles of the statue, flew over out of thin air, turned into a white streamer, and poured into his right arm regardless of Mark's will.

"Ah this..." Mark couldn't figure it out.

The next second, Destiny Dice sent a congratulatory message: [Congratulations to the host for temporarily obtaining the power of (Hand of Purification)! 】

"Wait for me……"

Perhaps it was sensing the existence of the Valkyrie's body stored in Mark's soul. On the vivid statue of the Valkyrie in front of him, the Valkyrie's left arm also turned into a streamer and rushed into Mark's left arm.

Mark clearly "sees" that in the cabin of his soul space, the Valkyrie's remnant on the bed already has an extra left hand.

[Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the power of the Valkyrie. 】

What power, a bit unclear.

This did not prevent Mark from feeling the surging power reverberating in his arms. It seemed that it was not only his left arm, but both hands that added strength. However, only the right hand has the extra purification ability.

Uh, does this turn into a unicorn arm?

Mark was embarrassed.

It was only at this time that the death knight, who was still causing a wave of death in the square, finally realized that he had been robbed.

"A thief! Shameless thief! To deliberately lure me away, Lord Alanzo, to steal my treasures!?" Death Knight Alanzo was furious, and decisively abandoned Conrad and the others, and drove back like a madman.

The death knights who had been attacking wildly just now suddenly abandoned them and left. How could the Conrads not know what happened?

"My lord, do you need support?"

"Okay, let me finish the rest. You did a good job, go back to the ship and stand by."

"Yes!"

While sensing the location of the death knight, Mark took off all the arms without haste, wrapped them in Basstain's bubbles, and stored them in the warehouse of his Valhalla.

When the pale green ghost horse jumped left and right from the huge cylindrical inner wall of the fort with an incredible agility, and jumped all the way to the highest level, the gift that Mark prepared for the other party took effect.

Countless spiritual threads criss-crossed, surrounding the impulsive death knight in the mid-air opposite the top hall.

Death knights have nowhere to go.

At this moment, a humanoid monster in heavy armor slammed open the door of the hall and slammed into Alanzo who had nowhere to run in midair.

This guy's chest was completely penetrated by the tragic green spear, and he still hugged Alanzo without feeling.

A burst of force came, and the two sides fell uncontrollably together...

"Bastard! Let me go! Let me go!"