As a practitioner of necromantic spells, Nangong Zaye is familiar with the theory of controlling life and death, but the head with a large number of tentacles that appeared in front of her obviously had nothing to do with necromantic spells."

Although she felt very uncomfortable, Nangong mustered up the courage to walk forward early and observed the head up close.

The head is still fresh, and the skin and various organs wrapped around it are as complete as before. It seems that this is the head of a person who has just died.

It is probably one of the migrants killed.

But if this is true, then the problem will come. Nangong looked at the tentacles parasitized at the cross section of his neck in the morning and night, and a question arose in his heart.

Since there is a corpse head here, where is his body going?

And, what about the others? Why is this corpse here? What are the tentacles parasitized on the cross section?

What happened in this black domain is really incomprehensible and difficult to speculate.

Because Nangong didn't even know what her enemies looked like early and night, let alone what happened next.

The tentacles continued to wriggle, and blood and secretions fell to the ground and made a "click" sound.

"I'm so annoying!" Nangong's morning night staff aimed at the head of the tentacle nest, and a magic missile was fired in an instant.

"Bang!"

The missile containing the strong magic net energy exploded instantly when it touched the human head, and the escaping energy exploded to pieces.

For a moment, the skull fragments and tentacle limbs that scattered due to the explosion instantly splashed open, carrying burnt secretions and blood flying in the air.

‘Papa.’ Some remaining tissues also stuck to Nangong’s bone shield at night.

She rotated the bone shield twice like washing clothes by washing machines, and threw away the filth.

However, the surroundings were still calm, and Nangong's behavior did not seem to have any impact.

"I can only keep moving forward. In this situation, even if I retreat, there will be no benefit." Looking at the filth in front of me and the calmness in the darkness, she firmly held her staff tightly and took another step forward.

As a necromancer, Nangong was particularly sensitive to the breath of death early and night. Whenever she moved further into the depths of the darkness, the unique breath of death that radiated from the dead bodies became stronger.

"Here... it seems to be gradually becoming interesting." She smelled these breaths from all directions and became a little excited.

Unlike her who likes to write face words on weekdays and who likes to be cute, when Nangong enters the state of fighting early and night, she feels like she has been transformed, and both her fighting style and methods of acting have become hard and wild.

But this wildness and hardness are different from Elise.

When Elise was Molted Iron Girl, her carefree personality came more from her pride in her identity and confidence in her own strength.

And when Elise became a subordinate of the long night on the edge, her barbaric character was more like a kind of protection for her master.

But the morning and night in Nangong are different.

Her personality changes after entering the state of combat are more like a berserker burning with wild rage. There is no protection in her heart, no pride, confidence or even conceit, only enemies.

Holding the staff in his hand tightly and placing it across his chest, Nangong began singing with a lyrics in his heart and night.

"The night in the void of the Death Realm is as sharp as paper. Only half a foot of the bondage that binds evil spirits. The long handle is in front of you. The black blade will arrive. Once the demon sickle is formed, you will be given a death."

The magic weapon is based on black moon and white night.

The ancient staff that was firmly held in the hand popped up with the words of the spell in his mouth, and gradually changed from the brown of the tree to pure white. At the top of the staff, the part that should have been inlaid with crystal disappeared, replaced by a huge black sickle blade that suddenly grew.

What kind of necromancer is without a sickle?

Nangong waved the black and white long-handled sickle in his hand twice in the air, then held it with his backhand and cut a black and white afterimage in the air.

"The romance of cer (necromancer)." Nangong Yaye carried the long sickle in his hand, raised his right foot, and took the last step to enter the strong breath of death.

‘Pick.’

As her right foot landed, a familiar voice also sounded.

Nangong looked up early in the night and saw a woman's head hanging high from a branch extending from the mountain wall.

Like the head of the man before, the woman's head was still fresh and still parasitized by a large number of tentacles.

"Is it the same trick again... But this corpse shouldn't be the only one here." Nangong Yaye turned his gaze away from the woman's head and looked for other targets everywhere.

But the situation is still exactly the same as last time, except that the gender of the head is female.

Nangong, with his right hand, held a black and white scythe in one hand and swept across the tentacle nest hanging in the air.

The mage's sickles are not ordinary melee weapons. They are often attached with a large number of spells and spells, which is the so-called "enchantment".

The consequences of being injured by such weapons are often unpredictable.

Because you don't know what kind of magic is attached to your injured weapon.

"Crack." The sickle was so sharp that it just cut off the head.

The lower half of the head cut in half fell to the ground with a large number of tiny tentacles that were housed in it, making an unpleasant sound.

Because the tentacles lost their nutrient supply, they wriggled and struggled on the ground for a few times and stopped moving, like babies who died.

"What would these tentacles look like when they grow up?" Nangong stared at the cutting of tentacles on the ground in the morning and night, and such a curious idea came up for a moment.

"Forget it, I feel disgusting after thinking about it." But then she moved her scalp back to her sight and continued to explore the journey forward.

The breath of death around him became stronger and stronger, and Nangong even felt that he was about to suffocate early and night.

But there was still a misty darkness around, and there were neither enemies nor friendly forces in the light-free environment.

"Damn it." Nangong dragged his scythe on the ground in the morning and night, observing around, "It was obvious that the breath of the dead was everywhere, but why did I see nothing except two heads?"

"Pu"

It seemed as if it was to deliberately respond to Nangong Zaoye, the dripping sound of leather shoes stepping on a pool of blood sounded again, stimulating Nangong Zaoye's sensitive nerves.

"It's ahead again!" Nangong picked up the sickle and held it in his hand, speeding up his pace and running forward.

"Click and click." It was the sound of the secretion dripping again, but this time the sound seemed to be more dense than the previous two times.

The familiar sound of sound kept echoing in her ears. "I have to find you all today." She also held a black and white scythe in her hand, with a high momentum.

Suddenly, Nangong Zaye was stunned.

‘Click and click…’

The sound of secretions dripping on the ground sounded.

Nangong held the sickle tightly in the morning and night and slowly raised his head.

Above her head was a mountain wall that suddenly extended. Under that mountain wall, many heads, or nests, were densely hung upside down.

Now, their location is just above the Nangong morning and night.

Blood and secretions kept dripping down, sprinkling on top of her head.
Chapter completed!