Light and Darkness by Pitt Michael (ebook reader with android os .TXT) 📕

took a breath and faced the unexpected corpse beast with his axe and armor, and did not bring all kinds of equipment. How to play this battle? Life is important, the fat man has no time to think about why he suddenly encountered such a thing while reading a book, but he has firmly remembered the word "slowness" of the corpse beast. When Roger turned around, he was ready to run away, and a familiar suction pulled him up, through the dark mist, and broke away.

It's that familiar gray again.

　　In Roger's futile claws and threats, Fengyue sucked Roger intactly. Rogge's mental power was like the water in a broken basin again. "Suck it, anyway, the mage and the pet are one and the same, and honor and disgrace are related." Roger thought bitterly. In the past two years, Roger has been diligent and has made a lot of progress in spirit and magic. Especially since the last dream, there has been no small increase in mental strength. After the Fengyue sucked in this time, half of the mental strength remained.

　　Like the same pot of ink dripping from the head, another touch of black spread quickly from the top of Fengyue. In the sound of a "kara", Fengyue's skeleton stretched all over, more than three inches higher. The scythe that never leaves his hand also creeps and grows like a living creature. From time to time, a white carrion-like substance turned out, and then quickly turned black and hardened, forming a new layer of sickle. A burst of joy passed from Fengyue to Rogge's mind clearly. Rogge only smiled bitterly, which book wrote about undead creatures will also have joy and sorrow?

　　 "If this is a dream, let me wake up soon!" the fat man moaned.

　　 A black mist emanated from Fengyue, and some zombies around him slowly stood up. Only then did Roger notice that dozens of zombies were lying on the ground beside Fengyue, and one of them was also a zombie warrior. Every wound on his body was deeply visible with bone. Masses of death energy were emitted from Fengyue, and these "dead" zombies were exploded and smashed, and the carrion flew from all sides. The pale underworld flame ignited from the foot of Fengyue again, and quickly expanded into a ten-meter-large circle of fire. The zombies in the circle of fire were quickly burned out, and only a few shining substances floated in the sky. . These materials slowly come together and eventually form a nail-sized piece. Rogge's mental strength stretched over gently, touching the piece of material. The little thing wriggled immediately, expanded continuously, and finally turned into a very thin and extremely large film, floated over, covered Fengfeng, and slowly dissolved into it.

　　 Fengyue's death scythe also stopped growing. At this time, the scythe was thicker and half longer, and it was more than four meters long, and the shape was grim. From time to time, a dark red electric fire rushed from the tip of the knife to the handle of the knife, shot out, and a small pit of light smoke was melted on the ground.

　　 Fengyue cheered, of course, silently. But Roger listened with spiritual strength, and the whistle sounded like a yellow warrior coming out of the valley, and like a breeze blowing the piano. It's just that this mental vibration is really a little bit bigger, like a thunderbolt, shaking Venus in front of Roger's eyes.

　　 Fengyue sickle pointed at the sky diagonally, staring at a black mountain looming in the distant gray. Roger sensed the ancient existence again. With the improvement of mental power, the fat man became more and more aware of the unfathomable strength of existence. However, Fengyue was already running swiftly, his back full of bones and wings, as if he was walking in the wind, and he jumped up and flew over a dozen feet.

　　In a blink of an eye, it was already the place where Hao Yu returned last time. The zombies drilled out of the soil one after another. This time it was the three zombie fighters who took the lead. At the time of the war, Rogge concentrated on concentrating his mental strength, and made three mental shocks at the energy core of these three zombie warriors. These three groups of energy suddenly ignited, like the candlelight in the violent wind, already on the verge of extinction. Fengyue's huge scythe carries a purple electric fire and draws a perfect arc. It directly cuts the two zombie warriors in front. The third zombie warrior has a weak energy, and the energy core is directly destroyed by Rogge. The ground didn't move.

　　 There was a black air dancing around the windy moon with a heart-warming roar, and all kinds of zombies flew around.

　　 At a glance, the endless zombies were drilling out of the soil, crowded, rubbing, and slowly pressed up, like a sea of ​​zombies!

　　 Fengyue is very persistent, step by step against the current, every step before step, must fall a dozen zombies. Fengyue's eyes were still on the black mountain in the sky, on the ancient existence on the mountain.

　　Roger blasted out waves of mental vibration with all his strength. Like a gust of wind, every wave of mental oscillations emits dozens of energy sparks that will drift with the wind, yet more candlelights light up in the darkness.

　　Human attachment is mostly for yuwang. What is Fengyue so persistent, but for what?

In this era, skeletons are crazy.

Grandmaster

A loud bang was heard, followed by a scream from "Oh," Roger and the rocking chair leaned back and planted heavily on the ground. Even if Rogge had thick skin, his head hit the ground and made him dizzy for a while. He struggled to get up from the ground, and it took a while to drive away the stars and birds flying around his head.
　　The realm of dreams is still vivid.

　　I don't know how long he has been killed, Roger has been exhausted, and the golden light clusters in Fengyue's skull have also dimmed a lot, but the zombies are still inexhaustible.

　　 Suddenly, a new energy cluster began to form on the black mountain dozens of miles away. In Roger's telepathic world, the deep black of energy was tinged with blood, and it continued to grow stronger at a thrilling speed. As that mass of energy eventually formed a huge black and red mass of energy, a powerful and inspiring wave of spirits surged across the sky like a raging wave. The slightly weaker zombie's soul energy is like a candlelight in a typhoon, and there is no room for struggle, and it instantly extinguishes. For a while, it turned out that the densely packed plain of thousands of zombies, only Yu Fengyue and a dozen zombie lords were still standing. As soon as the spiritual power of both sides touched, Roger was struck by lightning. Endless hatred, destruction, and killing came from that spiritual shock wave. At that moment, Rogge could hardly restrain his madness.

　　In a blink of an eye, that soul energy had locked Fengyue and swept over here at an alarming speed. Rogge screamed, "Fuyue, this madman, don't ever rush up to find the way to death. Although you can't see what kind of creature it is, but in terms of the strength of this group of soul energy, it's not Fengyue and Rogge." Can deal with it.

　　 The windy moon sickle circled for a week, and a blood-red arc blasted out on all sides, pushing away the few zombie lords around him. Fengyue glared at the direction of the energy, and roared silently, and a small golden spiritual light ball flew past with a thin beautiful flame tail. Seeing that it was about to hit the huge mass of soul energy, Rogge was ready to cheer. The mass of energy rolled over and a dark red lightning flashed out, striking the tiny golden ball of light.

　　 Fengyue and Roger were stunned for a while.

　　 "Run! You idiot bones! Brainless skeleton!" Roger, who had been slowed down, could not help but roar to Fengyue with his spirit.

　　 Fengyue leaped into the sky, but went away toward the energy.

　　 "God!" Roger moaned.

　　The wings of Fengyue Bone in the air spread out slightly, and this time there was a layer of film almost indistinguishable and almost completely transparent between the bones.

　　 Fengyue's soft and ingenious hovering had lost its direction, and Yingying flew away.

　　Fat man didn't have such good luck, he was thrown out in mid-air and rolled down.

　　The zombie lords on the ground gathered in a pile, looking up to the sky, all talking.

　　Roger screamed, desperately trying to thrust into the sky, but the result was that his head came into close contact with the floor.

　　 Roger mumbled up and cursed the damn Fengyue. But he didn't dare to call Fengyue out in theory, and after experiencing two different worlds, Rogge already knew that this was not just a dream. But after seeing Fengyue fighting heroes with his own eyes, the fat man knew that he was no longer Fengyue's opponent. What's more, this dead skeleton is so cruel, that it can actually throw itself down from the sky, isn't it the opposite? Do you still have this master in your heart?

　　The fat man sighed, and had to swallow any dissatisfaction. There will be more places to fight and rely on Fengyue in the future. If you offend it this time, don't give yourself a knife in the back. The relationship between the mage and the pet is really depressing.

　　 The gloomy Roger looked at the sky outside the night and got up to go out to find Fez and Franco and discuss the plan of Hammer of War.

　　 In the cold night, when the lantern was on, there were snowflakes floating in the sky. The Holiday Hotel was brightly lit and steaming.

　　 In a quiet single room on the third floor, several aristocrats and Fiss were together for the first time in a month. Et looked a lot fatter, his legs and feet were still not sharp, and it was not a joke that he was injured by grudge, not to mention that one third of the flesh on his thigh was exploded cleanly.

　　After the reunion, everyone is very interested. Everyone talked about Fenghuaxueyue and the beauty of gold coins before they began to seriously study the development plan of the "God of War".

Rogge said first: "Brothers, our new Ares Hammer is about to open soon. This time we have to do something like this to make those nobles think of the "War God Hammer" immediately. It's status! It's a symbol of wealth! It's cool! It's the screams of the cheap people and the envy of the civilians! But then again, the name is too much like a dwarf shop, shit, who was the one who wanted to be so broken? The name?"

　　 "Who else besides you?!" Ett gave Roger no face.

The rare old face of the fat man blushed and shouted, and the topic started: "Of course, what we do must be good! There must not be any little cut corners! We throw in one gold coin, and we will take back two gold coins!