I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 656: Selling my little brother, the fleeting beauty

These bastards who came from Robin must know that tenderness and affection only occur when everyone is opening champagne together.

These guys who do all kinds of bad things for profit, can sit at the same table with the necromancer, and can summon yellow demons are the best among them.

We all have a big meal together and open champagne, so naturally it's all good for everyone.

But if there is a problem, let me die, or be gentle and accidentally put my bleeding carotid artery on your mouth and ask you to help stop the bleeding. This is also a very normal situation.

From the beginning, when the Necromancer was making trouble, no one had any objection.

Once the necromancer reaches a certain level of strength and wants to be promoted, it is basically impossible for him to keep a low profile, and he will inevitably cause a series of incidents.

This cannot be stopped. If it is stopped, it will be a vengeance.

Well, now when we need a guy who is heavy enough and has enough hatred to walk through the mines, naturally we cannot stop him.

Wen Yan sat in Sam's car and entered Robin. He could immediately feel the overall atmosphere of Robin, which was quite... weird.

As always, the authorities here have not yet acknowledged the existence of hepatitis A, and on the surface, everything seems to be going on as usual.

It’s just that many things have reached the point where they can no longer be suppressed.

After following Sam around for three days, Wen Yan felt that he was still trying to use the Shenzhou experience to trick Robin. Everyone in a small town was gone, and the details were not announced. They just said it was leaked, and the popularity disappeared silently.

He rode in Sam's car all the way south and didn't see any strange creatures or encounter any obstacles.

However, things related to hepatitis A have begun to be brought to the surface. A guy who had been talking about these things before suddenly became popular. Many things that had been buried before were relaxed a little bit, given a little loophole, and immediately came to the surface.

Then today, Sam received news that people from the church had a fight with others on the East Coast last night, and a virus research institute there caught fire and is still burning now.

The local fire department went there and did a lot of work, including setting up firebreaks, but they failed to put out the fire. The reason was that the fire insurance purchased by the institute had expired and the institute was private property.

After all, there is no such thing as buying insurance only when something happens.

Most importantly, the firefighters were hired by neighbors who lived not far away just in case, and they were charged by the hour.

Of course, these are not the point. The point is that Sam got the news that the person who fought with the church people was a necromancer.

Not to mention that Necromancers are extremely rare in themselves, the mere fact that he is a Necromancer who cannot summon undead and starts out by poisoning is enough to confirm his identity.

Ever since Wen Yan messed things up in the Sea of ​​the Undead last time, the necromancer could no longer continue down the path of summoning the undead.

At most, he can only summon some undead that have no intelligence at all and are not even cannon fodder. Any undead with a little intelligence in the sea of ​​​​undead will not respond to this guy's call.

It wasn't entirely because of Wen Yan's intimidation at the time, it was simply because the necromancer himself had not behaved like a human being before. Any undead with a little bit of intelligence, after seeing what the feast on the ceiling was like and seeing the light, would find it difficult to endure soaking in the dark and picking out rotten bugs.

Wen Yan couldn't help laughing when she heard Sam talking about the news he had just received.

The way he sold out his teammates was a bit too smooth. At least the information Sam got was that when the necromancer was transferred, there happened to be a team of members who had just arrived at the east coast from Europe.

This team includes priests, missionaries, knights and other frontal combatants.

After the other party arrived at a place, he just habitually performed a "detect for evil" to make sure the place was safe, and happened to sense that there was a necromancer nearby.

So, naturally, the fight started. The necromancer never expected to encounter these people.

His ability in direct combat plummeted after his summoning of the undead was disabled. If he hadn't used his trump card this time, he would have most likely been killed on the spot.

In the end, although the person was still alive, he was completely exposed.

Just looking at this process, it seems that neither side of the war expected such an accident to happen.

Naturally, no one would have thought that someone had sold out the Necromancer to use as a shield.

Sam turned his head to look at Wen Yan who was eating a Big Mac, and seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

Without any substantial evidence, he knew that someone must have wanted Wen Yan to get out of here as soon as possible and not hang around, so they sold out the necromancer.

Wen Yan had just asked him if he knew any intelligence dealer with whom he had dealt before and had some sort of friendship.

Then ask him to ask the information dealer for news about the Necromancer.

Just doing this was enough. Now it seemed that the intelligence he bought was sold to another buyer without hesitation by the intelligence dealer.

"What do we do now?"

"Of course we should follow the trend and deal with the necromancer first."

"But I got news that the necromancer was able to escape from the siege of a group of Europa combat troops all by himself. It must not be that simple. He can't summon the undead. This strength is not right."

"Let's go and take a look. No matter which side you are on, everyone is helping you set the stage. It's not appropriate for you not to go at this time."

Sam nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and sped all the way to the east coast.

As they were talking, they received the latest news that the necromancer had a holy mark on his body, and he would definitely not be able to escape before there was enough time to erase it.

Two people died in the church, a priest and a fighter who was expected to become a paladin. There is no way they will let this go.

Furthermore, for the Church of Europa, killing the Necromancer is absolutely right.

Just as Wen Yan and Sam rushed to that place, in the Saskatchewan Province of the northern Maple Leaf Country, people from the church stood on the edge of the area covered by dark clouds.

An old man in a robe, with light shining in his eyes, and a complex magic circle under him.

After a long time, the white-haired old man closed his eyes with an ugly look on his face.

“This is indeed not the Tent of the Dead, nor the Tent of the Holy Sky, but the Great Curtain of Darkness.

The power here will not disappear until this scene is over. It is absolutely impossible to rely on the sun's light to suppress the revived souls here.

The fire of revenge will burn here and will not be extinguished until the last sin is eliminated.

It was the power of some ritual those idiots performed, combined with the power of gods and some strange power.

All these forces worked together to make this place like this.

There is nothing we can do...

A guy in a suit was standing next to him, looking grim.

"Respected Archbishop, do you mean that this black cloud will always exist?"

"No, it's this power that will exist for a long time to come and cannot be eliminated."

The white-haired archbishop had a sad face and drooped eyelids, as if he was in agony because he could not solve the problem here.

In fact, he just looked, and when he looked a little deeper, his eyes felt sore and his soul was about to be backfired.

Can the problem here be solved?
Yes, as long as someone can fully accept the misery of more than a hundred years, the problem here is actually not too difficult to solve.

But the problem is, no one can catch it.

Fortunately, the full recovery is only the cause and effect of some of the events. If it is an indigenous matter, and therefore a full recovery, no one will be able to take it.

In other words, no one is willing to take it and make the sacrifice.

This matter can only be taken up by Robin as a country.

"I'm sorry." The white-haired bishop sighed apologetically and left with his men, not intending to enter that area at all.

On the other side, Wen Yan also came to the east coast. Sam was constantly updating information from an intelligence dealer, guiding the whereabouts of the necromancer.

They came to a place where they could see the coastline, and stood at the entrance of a cave in the mountains.

"It's too dangerous to go in rashly. Someone has led us here. Even if we give up the necromancer, we will definitely not let go of this opportunity."

“That’s right, if it were me, I would send someone to keep an eye on this place, and after I go in, I would immediately send someone to blow up the entrance.

No, that's not enough. I will send people to place explosives in there in advance.

As long as I get in and deep enough, I will immediately blow this place up completely.

Even if I am not crushed to death inside, I will be trapped to death inside.

If conditions permit, it would be best to draw out natural gas or something like that based on previous exploration data.

After the explosion, we have to ignite the things, and even use up the oxygen inside."

"..."

Sam hesitated.

Wen Yan talked about how to ambush and persecute himself without hesitation.

But as he spoke, Wen Yan had already stepped inside.

"Are you going in like this?" Sam quickly stopped Wen Yan.

“Well, don’t follow me, I’m sure I can get out from somewhere else if I go in.

But I'm not sure, if you go in, I can guarantee that you will come out alive.

So, please leave first, I have something else for you to do."

After explaining everything to Sam and watching him leave, he entered the cave half an hour later.

He walked inside the cave, which was interconnected with many natural underground passages.

Some passages have obvious signs of mines, while others also have murals and traces of people who once lived here.

He followed the sensation and reached the first big fork in the road, where he saw a hint of death and gloomy energy coming from one of the directions.

He continued to move forward along the mine.

Half an hour later, he heard a roar coming from above.

As expected, someone blew up the entrances and exits, and even collapsed some mines.

The air wave rushed along the passage. Wen Yan closed his eyes and stood against the wall. After the vibration disappeared, he knew the direction to go.

Following the direction of the surging air wave, you may have gone hundreds of meters underground, and then you will go around a small passage again, and the view ahead will suddenly become clear.

In the pit ahead, a large number of bones were piled up here. On a stone platform in the distance, a skinny guy with sunken eye sockets was sitting there. A golden knife was stuck in the position of his heart.

The necromancer, who had been searched for a long time by various forces but could not be found, now sat there alone like a dying mad dog.

"Ho ho..." A strange sound came from the necromancer's throat, like a laugh but not a laugh, like a roar but not a roar.

"You actually dared to chase me here just to kill me? Don't you know that from the moment you chased me here, you will never be able to get out again?"

Wen Yan walked over step by step, and the aura on his body began to slowly rise, and the yang energy began to dispel the coldness here.

“Huang Mo is willing to spend so much money, so I am willing to bury him too.

After killing you, I will leave here and return to Shenzhou.

But you, you actually know that you have been abandoned.

You are actually willing to jump in and work for others."

The necromancer had a ferocious look on his face, his eyes were filled with malicious hostility, and wisps of gray mist with a hint of green began to appear around him.

"I made a pact with a lord of Purgatory. If you sacrifice your soul and body, I can get my soul back and complete a great transformation.

Huang Mo also made a promise to me that if you die, I can get back everything I lost and even more. "

"Ha..." Wen Yan laughed out loud, as if he was looking at a stupid dog: "Do you believe this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a sharp claw that was more than three meters long suddenly stretched out from the pile of bones underground, carrying a strong wind and hitting Wen Yan's side.

Wen Yan crossed his arms in front of him, his body as strong as a mountain. With a sudden impact, the sharp claws paused slightly and stopped.

Wen Yan's figure flew seven or eight meters before he stabilized himself again.

The necromancer gave up everything he was once good at. He pulled out the knife that was stuck in his heart, and a black oil-like substance gushed out from the wound.

Those things filled with coldness and evil spread rapidly like an oil well.

After everything spread out, covering the body of the necromancer and submerging the densely packed skeletons at the bottom of the space, the things arranged here began to be activated.

Wen Yan took several steps back and hung on the stone wall.

There seemed to be a lake of black oil below. Suddenly, the churning surface of the black oil lake stopped for a moment, and the image of a huge monster was reflected in it.

Immediately afterwards, the black oil rolled violently, and a monster with four horns on its head, whose head alone was more than one meter tall and whose four horns were more than two meters long, slowly emerged from the black oil lake.

The black oil began to shrink again. After shrinking back, a large area of ​​space was revealed here, and those densely packed skeletons disappeared.

Wen Yan looked at the huge monster that was at least ten meters tall and took a deep breath.

It just so happened that he had just entered the next level of practice and had not yet had a serious battle.

He also needs a head-on fight.

The power in his body began to operate rapidly, and his face seemed to have become two years younger.

The power in the body began to run wildly and exploded directly along the route of the fleeting beauty.

The power of the cultivator also began to burn wildly at this moment.

(End of this chapter)